A Harry Potter Fan Fiction

I don't own Harry Potter or the Flintstones

Pre-Chapter Wind - Noel and Harry have a bad morning resulting in a bagel to Harry's face. They have a go at each other in Charms, which leads to a lot of shouting. They become friends again when Harry shows how amazed he is in how Noel performed the Impedimenta spell. Hermione tells Noel she's going to try to convince Harry to lead their new DADA group.

-A Birthday Celebration-

The next two and a half weeks passed by without a thought. I was always running around doing errands for Hermione, being wrapped up with school work, building my budding friendship with Fred, and getting ready for my boys to come. Then one morning the same owl from before arrives. I take the letter and speed around looking for Harry, Ron, and Hermione, who were in the Library looking up things. Lately Hermione has been asking Harry a lot about the DADA group. She, to my dismay, had not once asked me to help break the ice of that which is Harry Potter. I bet if it were me, he'd have cracked the first time. I'm the one who re-cracked Severus Snape. I think Harry Potter would have been a piece of cake for me, except she wouldn't ask for my help.

"So about the DADA-" Hermione starts as soon as I arrive to the Library.

"Fine. I'll come, but I don't want to." Harry says, giving in after she brought it up for the hundredth time today.

"He finally said yes. Yay Hermione." I cheer softly as I sat down in the free seat beside Ron. I was proud of her perseverance on the matter, but I think I would have gotten him to agree the first night of given the chance. "So I got another letter from my friends. Wanna hear it?" I ask. They nod and I go on to read the letter out loud.

Dear Noel,

Today is the thirtieth and we'll be there tomorrow. We hope you haven't forgotten about us. Your boys miss you. Why didn't you write us back? Are you too busy hooking up with the guys there that you can't even write us a single letter? Oh and my Cousin wants to know… and this is her words not mine… if you met hotty mc Harry Potter yet? I promise I'll leave her home when we come there.

P.S. You better have been practicing, cause if not, all of us will be playing in the nude. I bet those British girls would love to see our stuff. And when I say all of us, I mean you too.

Peace out,

David (this one is all me, you got that Noel!)

((Except the hotty mc Harry Potter part. I would never EVER go there. You know I love my women too much.))

"For crying out loud." I say, blushing a bit. "I don't want them running around in their birthday suits. I don't want to be running in my birthday suit."

"So what are you going to say?" Harry asks, staring at me intensely.

"About what?" I ask.

"About my apparent hotness." Harry grins. Hermione giggles and Ron high fives Harry.

"Hold your horses tiger… his Cousin is six. She thinks that Barney Rubbles looks rugged and he's a fictional character." I snort. "And the only reason she's sprouting that nonsense is because she has a Cousin like David, who thinks girls fall on their knees just to kiss the ground he's walked on because of his supposedly ungodly ravishing rugged good looks."

"What about you?" Harry asks jokingly.

"Me what?" I ask. "No, I don't fall on my knees for David. I wouldn't do that even if I was paid to do it. I know too much about him." I shiver as I feel goosebumps going up and down my spine. Yes, too much.

"No, I meant do you think I'm hot?" He asks with a very serious look on his face again, even though just a second ago he was joking. Why did it look like he wanted a serious answer?

"I prefer red heads." I joke with a wink at Ron. Hermione and Harry looks at me shocked while Ron sits there dumbfounded. "I was kidding." I laugh, like hell I was gonna give him a serious answer to what I thought of his 'hotness'. They start laughing after a while. Besides we, well at least Hermione and I, knows that Hermione likes Ron. I could just tell. We quiet down as Mrs. Pince, the Librarian, walks towards us.

"Noel, Professor Dumbledore would like to speak to you outside of the library now." Pince says. I get up and see him outside after I walk out of the Library.

"Granpi." I smile. "What's up?"

"As you know your friends will be here tomorrow. For the month they will be attending classes along with the schoolwork your school is sending with them. They don't know the part of having to attend classes. I didn't want to tell them because they seemed too excited for me to spoil it. I know you don't like surprises so that is why I'm telling you. Tomorrow when they arrive, I will have them sorted and then they will reside within the house they are sorted in for the month."

"Great."

"Also, you are excused from classes tomorrow to reunite with them. Have fun." Dumbledore says.

"Thank you Granpi. See you at dinner."

"I'll see you." He says. I walk back into the library to fined Harry and Ron packing up their backpacks already.

"Noel we're going to go practice. Want to come?" Harry asks. He hasn't asked me to come in a while. Something must be up. On the other hand I could watch or study. Watch Harry and Ron have a go at each other or study in a boring library. Watch Harry and Ron become sweaty or be in the library and maybe get a paper cut.

"Sure I'll come." I say, annoyed by the fact that all it took was sweaty guys to sway my mind away from a good book.

Neither Harry nor Ron got sweaty like I had hoped. I guess it was because it was getting colder since we were almost in October and the winter season was coming up. I lie in the sand at the bottom of the pitch by myself while the guys flew over head, bored out of my frickin mind, and wonder what I should wear for Halloween. I knew a couple of girls who were probably going to dress like sluts and try to pass it off as a costume. I knew I couldn't do that. Sure I'm used to wearing revealing clothes, but I still tend to get anxious if I'm wearing something that reveals too much thigh or arm. What if someone takes it the wrong way? What if a fan takes my picture and uses it to...help themselves? The possibilities were endless. Lost in my thoughts, I don't notice Harry or Ron landing on the ground and sneaking up to me.

"So Noel," Ron says plopping down next to me, sand hitting my jacket. "You have fun?"

"Lots, I'm just really tired." I yawn, actually thinking of bored instead of tired.

"Well it's getting late. We should go back." Harry says, excitement fills his voice. They are definitely up to something. I roll my eyes, getting up while dusting the sand off me, and follow the boys back up to the Common Room. As soon as the Portrait Hole opens, a loud noise erupts from the room. Oh my god! Gryffindor Common Room is being attacked! Voldemorts come to kill Harry and went through the Common Room to get him.

"RUN FOR YOUR LIFE HARRY! OUR COMMON ROOM IS GETTING ATTACKED! I'LL GO GET A TEEEEEEEEE-" I shout as a bunch of hands pull me inside and I'm showered with confetti. "WHAT THE HELL!" What sick idea does Voldemort have now?

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY NOEL!" I hear yelling as wands around me were shooting sparkles, streamers, and bubbles into the air. It wasn't sounds of killing, but sounds of merrymaking because it's my birthday? What was today? September 30th. Damn, I forgot my own birthday. Fred and George lift me up of their shoulders and walks around the room.

"OH SHE'S A JOLLY GOOD GRYFFINDOR, OH SHE'S A JOLLY GOOD GRYFFINDOR, OH SHE'S A JOLLY GOOD GRYFFINDO-R THAT NOBO-DY CAN DENY!" Fred and George sings on the top of their lungs, extremely off key as they did, but making the occasion more funnier than it would have been singing it normally. They sit me down in front of a huge cake that was shaped into a number 15. The 15 cake that I was put in front of also happened to be in front of Harry opposite of me.

"Happy Birthday Noel. Make a wish." Harry smiles. I wish that Harry would…wait don't finish that wish! He's your friend Noel, so don't even think of him that way. Stop it. Ugh. I wish that Umbridge would get sacked in a humiliating way. I blow out the candles quickly.

"Okay lets eat!" I yell excitedly and the crowd cheers.

"Wait. Do you know it's British wizarding tradition to kiss the birthday girl?" Fred asks, coming up to me with that mischievous grin on his face that I've grown accustomed to already.

"I've never heard of-" Hermione starts. George covers her mouth with his hand from behind her and muffles out the rest of what she had said.

"You don't want to break tradition do you?" George asks, wearing a matching grin as Fred. "So pucker up and get ready to be planted one on."

"No one's kissing these virgin lips." I warn, ducking under the table and run around the Dormitory to avoid Fred as George kept his hand on Hermione's mouth. I end up tripping and land in Harry's arms just as I get to the stairs. How did he get there? He was strong for such a lanky looking guy. It must have been from all that Quidditch he's been playing.

"Enough guys." Harry says with a deep blush as he fends off Fred for me. "Let's go get some cake birthday girl."

"Sure thing Harry." I say with a grateful smile.

The party, which was mega super awesome by the way, lasts for almost the whole night. It would have lasted longer if people didn't start dropping like flies due to fatigue as the night wore on. At around one the day caught up to me and I realized how sleepy I was when Harry shakes me awake.

"Come on Noel. You don't want to sleep down here. I've done it before and it's not comfortable to wake up to." Harry says.

"You know, I wouldn't have minded kissing someone." I say sleepily to Harry, who was helping me up from the couch, and I let my head rest in the crook of his neck. "Bogus tradition or not."

"I can't carry you up to your room. I might drop you." Harry warns. I raise my hand as if to punch him hard in the chest. It was the greatest insult to a girl to call her to insinuate anything towards her weight.

"I'm not fat at all." I say, falling asleep.

AN: Happy (8 days late) birthday Noel! You would be, let's see, 32 this year. Wow...