A Harry Potter Fan Fiction

I don't own Harry Potter

Pre-Chapter Wind - During breakfast, Noel receives a letter from her friends back in America. They tell her they are coming one day after her birthday to spend one month at Hogwarts with her. Harry lands himself another weeks of detention in DADA while Noel does not.

-A Lover's Quarrel-

I walk down to the Great Hall alone to eat breakfast. I notice the trio was already there, having left without me, and see that Harry was fuming to himself off on the side. I could sympathize because I would be fuming if I had detention again. I sit beside him and begin to make myself something to eat while Hermione was reading the Daily Prophet and Ron was attacking his oatmeal. I turn to Harry and decide I might as well ask how he is. What's the worse that could happen?

"Hey Harry. How was your morning?" I ask after a bite of my bagel covered in cream cheese.

"How was my morning? My morning was bloody fantastic! Thanks for asking." He says sarcastically.

"Well I-" I start. Should I back away? How do I answer that? "That's er-good?"

"Really Noel? My morning looks good? If it was, then wouldn't I look happy?" Uh-oh...wrong answer.

"You said-" Just shut up and run Noel! Shut up and run!

"Do I look even remotely happy right now? Do I?"

"N-" Why aren't you listening to me! Get out of there. Run for your life while you still can!

"Because I'm not! There! Now that you've found out that my morning was awful, why don't you take your snippy cheery attitude and give it to someone who gives a damn." Harry snaps. See, you should have left because now he's pissing you the hell off.

"What did you just say?" I ask, with a glare working its way onto my face. "Would you mind repeating it to me, because I'm not sure I heard you right the first time." Yes, I'll give him a chance to take it back. I'm not pissed enough to do anything to him just yet.

"I know heard me, so I'm not going to bother repeating it for you." His voice was lowered a bit, but the anger still evident in his eyes. So it was going to be like that huh? Consider your chance come and gone.

"You know what Potter? You-you're just-you raving lunatic." I hit him in the face with the rest of my cream cheese bagel and run out of the Great Hall so fast, I was like a blur. That really sucked. Not that Harry got hit with my bagel since he deserved it, but when I hit in him the face with it I lost my breakfast. It was his fault anyway. He didn't have to react that way towards me at all and I gave him an unspoken chance to save himself that he refused to take. Now I had to suffer...great, just great.

I was in my secret hiding spot above the Great Hall playing my violin that I conjured when the bell rings.

"Shit." I swear, popping my violin away. I grab my school bag and jog off to Charms. I slide into my seat silently while not looking at the heathen occupying the seat next to mine.

"Hey Noel-" Harry starts. "Noel, I need to talk to you."

"No." I say, shifting my body so that I didn't have to look at him. He taps me on the shoulder to get my attention. "Don't touch me."

"Come on. I'm sorry." He whispers. I scoff, still not looking at him. He grabs my elbow and forces me to face him.

"Hey! I said don't touch me. What part of 'Don't touch me' didn't you understand?"

"I'm trying to tell you that I had a really rough morning this morning and I'm really sorry for taking it out on you, but you wouldn't look at me. I'm really sorry."

"Why do I find it so hard to believe that you're really sorry this time? All I did was ask you how your morning was and you bite my freaking head off. You know you're not the only person in the world whose ever had a rough morning, but you're the only person I've seen to blow up at a person for it. Percy was right about you. Maybe I should just stop being nice and funny to you all together shouldn't I? Then you'd realize that you liked the nice me and stop treating me like crap."

"I do like the nice you a lot." Harry says earnestly. "It's just, after what happened yesterday with Umbridge, I admit I was mad you didn't stick up with me more than you greeting me this morning while I was obviously not in a good mood."

"Didn't you even think about how much I wanted to stick up for you? I would have loved to jump up and set her straight, but this nagging voice told me not to and for you to be mad at me for not having jumped up to join you really pisses me off." I yank my elbow back and turn away to ignore him again. Serves him right.

"But Noel-"

"Leave me alone jerk." I growl and he sighs.

"Are you two finished or can I start class?" Flitwick asks us from his desk. We look around and realize that our voices raised past whispering and the whole class had just heard our dispute just now. I turn bright red. Could this get any worse?

"Sorry Professor." We apologize.

"Good. Now that your lover's quarrel is over, we can finally begin our lesson." Flitwick says. The class explodes with laughter at our expense. Yup, it just got worse.

"We aren't lovers." We say, extremely embarrassed.

"Exactly. How can anyone love her?" Harry says and I whirl around to glare at him. How can anyone love me? "Wait, I didn't mean it like that. What I meant was-"

"How can anyone love me?" I scoff at his foot in mouth comment. "I could say the same about you, Mr. Always Moody." I tell him through gritted teeth. "How can anyone love you when they have to walk on egg shells all the time around you in fear of the slightest things setting you off on a rampage."

"Well, you're lanky." Harry says darkly.

"You're even more lanky than I am and your hair is always messy like you get electrocuted every morning after waking up. It's so abnormal. Do you even own a hairbrush? If you do then do you want me to teach you how to use it?" I ask. Even more laughter fills the classroom, with Harry and I now glaring at each other angrily.

"Yes, I do own a brush."

"Then did it get lost in that forest you call hair of yours?"

"No. My hair, like you, is always extremely stubborn with me no matter what I do." Harry says.

"You're even more stubborn than me. Wahhh I got detention. Wahhh I had a rough morning. Poor Harry Potter. Do you want to know how not to get a detention? Stop blowing up at everyone unless you are just as stupid as you are stubborn."

"Real mature Noel. One minute you're hot, one minute you're cold, and the next you're not talking to me anymore. Ron snaps at you and you're making fun of him, but when I snap at you I get the silent treatment. What is that?"

"The difference between you and Ron is that with Ron, I know I'm asking for his anger. With you, all I have to do is ask how your day was and you get pissy at me. I'm getting really tired of it Harry."

"I said I was in a bad mood, something that should of warned you to stay away from me just by looking at me." He insists.

"So what? I'm not always in a good mood, but I wouldn't do that to you. It makes me question my friendship with you."

"I'm was thinking the exact same thing around the time you hit me in the face with your bagel this morning." We glare at one other angrily one more time before huffing and turn away from one another.

"If you both keep arguing, then you will both get detention. You can finish this lover's spat after class. Now, today we are doing the Impedimenta spell. This spell slows an advancing object. Team up with a partner and make one of you come up to the desk to get a beanbag. Then go back to your groups and throw the beanbag at each other. If the spell is performed correctly, then the beanbag should slow down in midair." Flitwick says.

"Be my partner." Harry says, standing up while pulling me up with him. That motion jostles me around in the process.

"Why?" I ask fiercely and push away from him.

"So I can throw a beanbag at you. It'll be a laugh."

"Ha! I'll be the one laughing since you'll be the being hit with the beanbag." I say, whipping out my wand and Accio the beanbag to us. "I bet I could get it first try." I say dropping the beanbag in his outstretched hand.

"And if you don't?" Harry asks raising a brow.

"Then I'll be your slave for a month."

"So if you do then I have to be your slave for a month?"

"No. You have to learn to control that temper of yours because I'm tired of it." I say. "Fair enough?"

"Deal. It's not like you'll get it anyway." Harry smirks, getting ready to throw. I take my stance and Harry throws the beanbag at me.

"IMPEDIMENTA!" I shout and the beanbag slows so much that it stops in midair. Ron walks over and pokes it with his wand, but it stays hovering in midair. Yup, everyone look at my awesomeness and be awed.

"Wonderful Noel. Brilliant. The force of your spell froze the beanbag. Twenty points for the Gryffindor House." Flitwick squeaks happily.

"Did I forget to tell you I mastered this spell already? Oops." I smile at him devilishly. It was like I ended up not being angry after I stopped the beanbag. I think it was because even with him supposedly being angry with me right now, the awe he showed when I stopped that beanbag was pretty nice to see directed towards me. Also, winning a bet would make anyone feel better.

"Wow. That was amazing." Harry admits sheepishly.

"AND she's earned back the points you got docked from us this morning and yesterday." Hermione chimes in.

"Yeah...I'm sorry about earlier." Harry apologizes again. "I really didn't mean to bite your head off like that or getting mad for expecting you to fight all my battles with me. It's really not your job to."

"You are forgiven." I say. "Sorry about the whole name calling arguing stuff. I'll try not to overreact over stuff like that anymore, though it'll take a while because I tend to overreact a lot. I promise I'll try though as long as you try too because I really meant it when I said I was tired." Three strikes and he's out.

"I promise I'll try and I'm sorry about the name calling as well." He says. "Friends again?"

"Friends." I grin.

"Kids these days." We hear Flitwick sighs. We laugh and get back to practicing the spell.

I wait up with Hermione after dinner, doing homework and watching her get a bowl of strained and pickled murtlap tentacles ready for Harry to return from detention. He was going to need it for his hand.

"So...you're going to ask him about starting the DADA group tonight aren't you? I can tell that you are. That's why you're getting the bowl ready for him, like you're going to soften him up and get ready for the kill. You are so devious." I tease. She grins at me. "Do you need me to be here? I'm a good persuader as you've had firsthand experience in my persuading tactics." Well, she's experienced one version of it anyway.

"I remember, but no, I think I got it handled. You can go to bed now if you want." Hermione says.

"Thank you thank you. I'm not good with blood. I care, but I really don't want to see or smell blood. I get woozy and I change colors sometimes like a chameleon." I say greatful that I wouldn't have to be around to witness the bloody mess that will be Harry's hand when he returns later.

"Okay okay." She laughs. "Go on before he gets here or then I will see you turning colors."

"Alright, but if you need the big guns then you know who to call. Besides, Harry owes me lots, so if he doesn't give in at first then I'll get him for you." I laugh before skipping off to bed.

AN: Thank you to everyone whose been reading and commenting. It makes me happy to hear that you've been enjoying the reboot. I've been enjoying rebooting it, looking back, seeing what I wrote, and exclaiming to myself every now and then 'Oh my god Nags, why the hell did you write it like that?' and 'What? What? What the hell? That didn't need to be put there. Take it out before someone sees...oh wait, they've already seen it'. It's really fun, so thank you for having fun with me as I continue to reboot the story.