A Harry Potter Fan Fiction

I don't own Harry Potter

Pre-Chapter Wind - Noel realizes her feelings about Harry and immediately tells Fred the truth once they get alone. Noel hugs him, only to be barged in on by Harry. Fred finds out who Noel likes and even offers her someone to talk to if she needs. Noel gets into and argument with Harry about what he thought he saw going on between her and Fred, causing Noel to run off to Severus.

-Sir Snuffles-

I lather up my morning toast in jam, which actually makes it look like I'm having jam for breakfast with toast on the side, before shoving it in my mouth as I read the Daily Prophet. I was halfway through an article about a bunch of wizards in Animagus form studying muggle lifestyles undercover as pets when someone swipes the paper from my hands.

"I was reading that." I say, about to grumble to whoever stole my paper from me when I realize that it was just Harry. "Morning Harry."

"Morning." Harry says warily. He's probably expecting me to blow up like a volcano. He's so lucky I vented out most of my angst over him yesterday with Sev so that I didn't need to now.

"Did you want to read that? You could have waited until after I was done and I would have let you read it." I say, taking a different route than what he was expecting.

"I didn't want to read it." He answers, clearly shocked.

"Then why did you take it from me?"

"I wanted to get your attention, but it felt like you were ignoring me."

"How long we're you here for?"

"Ten minutes." He's been here for ten minutes? Really?

"Wow, I didn't even realize you were here. You could have just said something if you wanted to speak to me."

"So you weren't ignoring me then?"

"Why would I ignore you?"

"Because of what I said about you and Fred."

"I considered it, but then I changed my mind because you tend to say thoughtless things often without thinking due to a lack of a forebrain."

"Was that was supposed to be an insult?"

"If I wanted to insult you then I would say that it seems like you store treacle tart in your head where your brain is supposed to be."

"Okay, I get it. I'm not smart."

"It's good to know we're on the same page on that case and look on the bright side, at least you're smart enough to know you're not smart."

"Gee, thanks." He says sarcastically.

"You're welcome. Now can I have the paper back since you aren't going to use it?" I ask, and Harry hands me the paper back. "Thank you." I say, going back to my paper while glancing every now and then at Harry when he wasn't looking. You stupid thoughtless boy.

"Is Hedwig okay?" Hermione asks Harry on the way to Potions. What had happened was Harry's owl, Hedwig's, showed up in the middle of History of Magic and Harry left to take care of her somewhere. All we could figure out before he left was that she had gotten hurt by something.

"Where'd you take her?" Ron asks.

"To Professor Grubbly-Plank. There I met Professor McGonagall…and…" Harry tells us what had happened when he had taken to get Hedwig help. He ended up confirming that she indeed was attacked by something.

"Who was the letter from?" Ron asks.

"Snuffles."

"Your Godfather?" I ask curiously. They stare at me because what I had let slipped wasn't known by the general public. "What? Hello, you're looking at Dumbledore's Great Granddaughter here. It's not like he doesn't tell me anything." I tell them of the time Dumbledore and I were just reading in his office this summer and I read an article about Sirius Black in the Daily Prophet. I made a disbelieving scoff at the article, still finding his situation disbelieving after the project I during my second year, and that led to a talk which led to Dumbledore revealing to me that Sirius Black was Harry Potter's Godfather.

"How are we going to contact him to warn him now?" Hermione asks. We near the Dungeons and I hear a loud pompous voice that sounds an awful like Malfoy. We walk over to stand by David, Richie, and Drew to find that it was Malfoy doing the talking. HA! It was Malfoy.

"Umbridge gave the Slytherin Quidditch team permission to continue playing straight away. It'll be interesting to see whether Gryffindor is allowed to keep playing. Won't it?" Malfoy gloats. I glare at him, clenching my fist. I think it was highly uncoincidental that she makes up this law about groups needing to get by her before being allowed to be a group anymore. It was really a guise about finding out about our meeting, meaning she knew about it somehow, meaning we all we on red alert.

"Ignore him. We're too mature for that." Hermione warns.

"You may be mature, but I'm not." I say, taking a few steps toward him. "Hey Malfoy, whose ass did you kiss to get that? Your Father's or the head toad herself? I bet it was both." I taunt him and my fellow Gryffindors sniggers. "You must feel so lucky since your team sucks and you'll need all the extra time to practice. Good for you since no amount of practice will ever make you good enough to beat the Gryffindor team on their worst day."

"Arthur Wealsey should be sacked." He continues on, pretending not to hear me to hide his embarrassment. "The Ministry has been wanting to do that for years. Potter and Dumbledore will be shifted off to St. Mungos. You know there's a special ward for people whose brain has been addled by magic." Malfoy says, making a grotesque face. Upon hearing his last sentence, Neville and I charge after him.

"You're going to wish you could go there if I leave anything of you left once I'm through with you." I threaten. Harry leaps forward at the same time as David, Richie, and Drew. Harry grabs me around the waist while David, Richie, and Drew get a hold of Neville. "Let me go, I could take them, I could take all three of them." I try to claw my way free when Ron grabs my wrist to hold them down so that I wouldn't hurt Harry in the process. I could have gotten away if I'd use my powers. The door to the class opens with a bang and Severus steps out.

"Fighting Potter, Weasley, Longbottom, Bladshaw, Bladshaw, Woodland, Dumbledore." Severus sneers. Wow he was a good actor. "Ten points from Gryffindors. Release Longbottom and Dumbledore or it will be detention for the lot of you. Inside." Severus orders, eyeing from Harry's arm around my waist to Ron's hands holding my wrists to my side. If I wasn't so mad, I would have enjoyed this a lot, but I was too pissed. They let me go and I stomp into the dungeon. I knew Neville had a good excuse for his reaction since it was his parents who Malfoy insinuating about, I'm not entirely sure if Malfoy knew he was doing it or not though. For md, my Mom knew the Longbottoms before leaving to America and she liked them even though she didn't stay in contact when she left. Hearing what had happened to them through her letters to Sev, who I didn't know she was writing to at the time, had hit her hard. It hit me too because she told me they were a nice couple when they were in school with her, a bit stiff at time, but never judged her for her choice to be Severus's friend. The Longbottoms had a special place in my heart even though no one in their family realized it. Anyway, it wasn't my place to tell everyone else why we got so mad. Neville will tell people about his parents when he's ready and I'll be there to lend a hand when he does. "We are continuing with our strengthening solution today. You will find your mixtures as you left them last lesson and new students will have to team up with your classmates. Choose wisely for certain students in this class are not even up to accepted standards." Severus says, starting class. Umbridge, who was visiting this class as she did with Trelawney, sat in the corner taking notes. She soon gets up and walks to Severus and they walk around the room while Severus checked our progress on the potion. I could tell she was annoying him by the face he was wearing. He had his annoyed sullen face on instead of his annoyed teaching one. The face that pops up every time I asked him if he knew who my Father was or whenever he looked at Harry. I wanted to walk over and show her whose boss, but if Severus could holds his own against Voldemort then could handle Umbridge.

"Just a wiggle of your finger, light her robes on fire, and create a laugh for everyone since you're obviously dying to." Richie says, talking loud enough for our table consisting of David, Richie, Drew, and I to hear.

"Yeah, anything to get her away from your precious Godfather." Drew adds.

"How'd you know that and shhh! No one knows about that, but I was going to tell them soon." I hiss. I had been thinking about it a lot recently since they took to me being in a band pretty well, so what's a few more things being revealed?

"Your Gramps told us, but it was obvious by the way that he looked when lover boy and friend was all hands on you before class. He looked as though he love nothing more to shoot them, but he looks like he wants to shoot Harry all the time. Honestly, I don't blame him for wanting to jump the gun. You're like a dear sweet Sister to us that we witnessed growing up from training bras to push up bras." David joke, pausing to wipe a non-existent tear away from his eye. I roll my eyes before getting a whiff of something foul and stinky. The foul and stinky in question turned out to be Harry's Potion. Severus zeroes in on Harry before giving me a quick look as if to say 'I'm watching you this time'. I just shrug and turn back to my nearly finished potion to put in the final touches. Sorry mate, everybody only gets one.

"I'm going to tell the trio about you and my power." I say during lunch in Sev's office. I was going to sit with Jake to start discussing Halloween more, but I needed to butter Sev up so I could get him to agree with me to allow me to go through with my plans. "Tonight is the night for me to tell them and the almost fight gave me the adrenaline to do it. So, could you please trust with me on this one. I don't want any secrets between us anymore, not with how close we've all been getting lately." I plead and give him my best wide puppy, double the power than the one I used on Hermione, stare. I could almost hear his will crashing to the floor.

"Your Mother did that to me all the time to get me to do things for her. I'd think by now I'd be immune but…" Severus sighs. "...if you must."

"I'll tell them not to treat you any different if that helps." I quickly hug him before running off to lunch.

I was lounging around the Common Room after dinner, doing my homework when Harry walks over to join me on the couch.

"Hey Noel. I brought you some dessert from the Great Hall." Harry says, depositing a cupcake on a napkin on the table in front of me.

"What's with the cupcake?" I ask, grabbing the dessert off the table and finish it off in two bites.

"I dunno...thought you'd like something sweet."

"And the extra cookies from lunch?" I still had them in my bag and they were still warm from the warming spell.

"I was going to eat them, but I decided to give them to you instead."

"Alright," I say, setting down my quill. "What's going on?"

"What do you mean?" He says, averting his gaze from mine.

"Why have you been stuffing me with sweets? What's next? You're gonna slip candy into my pocket on the way up the staircase before bed? What do you want that you feel the need to suck up to me for?"

"I felt bad."

"Why?"

"Because of yesterday." He says, glancing at Fred on the opposite end of the room with Lee and George.

"I told you that I'm fine about it."

"You said I was dumb and you changed your mind about ignoring me, but you never said you were fine about it."

"Well I am."

"It doesn't seem like you are. Honestly, this is much scarier than you being angry."

"You want me to be angry then? Why?" I ask, confused.

"Because it wasn't my business to go off talking about your personal life when I hate it when people do the same to me."

"If you hate it, then why did you do it to me?"

"I don't know." He says, rubbing the back of his neck. "I wasn't as surprised as I thought I would be of the idea of you two together, because Fred would treat you right, but I guess...I guess I was a little jealous as well." He was jealous? He thought Fred and I were together and he was jealous?

"You were jealous?"

"Yeah. When I saw you two together, I was jealous of how close you two seemed. You guys are always on good terms and I want that with you too, but my mouth keeps getting in the way. I can't help thinking that I keep pushing you away from me."

"You aren't pushing me away."

"But it seems like it." He says glumly.

"Look, what you and I have is definitely different from what Fred and I have, but that doesn't mean that I'm going anywhere or you're pushing me to away."

"Really? Like how?"

"I'll tell you something I've never even told Fred, but I'll say it when the Common Room's a little less packed."

"Is it big?"

"Really big." I could tell he looked more relieved than he had earlier today and although it felt good to clear the air and hear he was jealous at the same time, it still left me uneasy in a deep corner of my heart.

The Common Room clears down to just Hermione, Harry Ron, and I when I decide it was time.

"You ready Harry?" I ask.

"Ready for what?" Hermione asks.

"Noel is supposed to tell me something big." Harry says.

"You mean something other than being in a popular American band back home?" Ron asks.

"Bigger…Severus Snape is my Godfather and I don't hate his guts." I say in one go,.

"NOOO!" They say in shock.

"That's not possible." Hermione says, sounding devastated.

"It's true. He isn't mean all the time and he just chooses to be really stern as his image because it's easier to cope with being mean than being nice." I say.

"Wow, that's very surprising." Ron says. "Very huge news."

"It is, and I don't think I have to ask you this, but please don't tell anyone what I just told you." I say. "A lot of people would use it in a bad way if given the opportunity considering who his employers thinks he works for." And by employer, I mean Voldemort.

"We won't, we know better than that." Hermione assures me. Okay one down, now all I have to tell them about is my power. That should be a piece of cake.

"Oh and one more thing…" I start.

"What? Is Umbridge your Aunt?" Ron jokes.

"No that's not it, but I promise you it's good."

"Like the good news that Snuffles is coming by tonight. Would you like to meet him since we know your Godfather?" Harry asks. That did sound pretty awesome.

"Sure Harry. I guess we'll be needing this." I say, holding up a hand to poof in a tray of hot chocolate with marshmallows in four mugs on it.

"BLOODY HELL NOEL! HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN HIDING THIS GREAT THING FROM ME?" Ron shouts in awe. "I FEEL LIKE I'VE FOUND A NEARLY PERFECT WOMAN." Harry snorts at Ron's revelation.

"Shhh or you'll wake up everyone. It's just an odd power that I have acquired that I can't really explain. Let's not make a big deal out of it." I say.

"So that's what happened with you and the cup that morning." Harry whispers in my ear while Hermione and Ron reach for a mug, momentarily distracted with one another when their hands grab the same one at the same time. I almost spit out the hot chocolate in shock at what Harry revealed, because that meant he saw what I did when I hoped he didn't.

"I hoped you didn't see that." I whisper back.

"I figured you'd tell me when you were ready." Harry says and grabs a mug.

"Feel closer?" I ask.

"Marginally."

"Good. Now how is it?" I ask after they take a swing from the mug.

"It's really frothy and warm." Ron says, staring into the fire. "Sirius?" A man's face with wild hair, which looked oddly like mine but black, shows up in the flames.

"Hi." He says.

"Hi." They chorus while kneeling in front of the fire. I get up to sit next to Hermione.

"Sirius Black." I say.

"Noel Marie Dumbledore." Sirius says.

"You know me?" I ask, shocked.

"Course since Albus is one of the few people I'm in contact with other than Harry that knows you, both of which have written about you in their letters to me, so naturally I assumed that you're Noel." Sirius says, causing me to blush. Harry and Granpi talked about me in their letters.

"You wrote about me in your letters?" I ask Harry.

"So did Dumbledore." Harry says.

"Dumbledore is allowed to gush over me being his Great Granddaughter. What's your excuse?" I tease, enjoying the feeling of backing Harry into a corner. Sirius clears his throat which brings us back to the matters at hand.

"So how are things?" He asks.

"Bad. It's like decree after decree. The latest – and you're not going to believe this – we're not allowed to have Quidditch teams." Harry says.

"I bet she thinks you'll start brooming people." I snort causing Hermione to give me a disgruntled look.

"So no Quidditch… or secret DADA groups." Sirius says. Now it wasn't a secret anymore since he knew about it. How did he know about it?

"How'd you know that?" Harry demands.

"You could have chose the Shrieking Shack and I'll still would have found out about it." He grins. I start shaking with laughter. "What?"

"On that day, I thought the Shrieking Shack would be better…" I start.

"… than the Hog's Head." Sirius says.

"Exactly." I smile, liking the fact that we thought alike.

"Well it was better than the Three Broomsticks which, may I say, is always packed." Hermione says, defending her meeting spot.

"Which means it would have been harder for people to overhear you." Sirius says.

"Who heard us?" Harry asks.

"Dung was there undercover tailing you. Ron, your Mother wants you to take no part in it. She advises the rest of you to do the same." Sirius says. I give a little humph that doesn't go unheard and Sirius grins, again obviously agreeing with me.

"So you want me to say I shouldn't take part in it?" Harry mutters. Hello? Did you not see the grin that agreed with my humph? It's obvious he likes it.

"Me? No!" Sirius says. "I think it's a great idea." See, thought so. Great minds usually tend to think alike.

"Really?" Harry asks.

"Yeah. It's better to know how to defend yourself properly than getting killed because you weren't able to." Sirius says.

"Hear hear." We cheer enthusiastically until Sirius's face vanishes in the flames in an instant before we gasp, leaping up to our feet as a hand comes out of the flames to grope around. Before we knew it, we were running up to our Dormitories and not bothering to look back. What the hell just happened back there?