A Harry Potter Fan Fiction
I don't own Harry Potter
Pre-Chapter Wind - Noel tries out for the Gryffindor Quidditch team and takes over Harry's spot as Seeker. She arrives to the DA meeting in time to see Harry getting kissed by Cho Chang. Dumbledore finds her and takes her to his office so they can have a talk with one another. During the talk, Noel's Father is revealed.
-Coming Together-
"Sirius Black is my Dad?" I ask. "Is that possible?"
"I'm sure you've noticed the similarities between you and Sirius that night in the fire." Dumbledore says. Of course he knew about that night when we talked to Sirius. Dumbledore knows everything. He probably even knew how the universe was created.
"I noticed some similarities but-" I was cut off by a knock on the door. The door opens and McGonagall walks in followed by Harry and Ron. What are they doing here?
"Oh, Professor McGonagall..and…ah." Dumbledore says, giving me a quick look. I give him a confused look in return. Did something happen?
"Ms. Dumbledore, what are you doing here at this time? I suggest you go to bed immediately." McGonagall says.
"I would like it very much if she stayed." Dumbledore intercedes.
"Oh…of course."
"So what brings you to my office at this late of hour Minerva?"
"Potter has had a nightmare." That's it?
"It wasn't a nightmare." Harry says quickly, and McGonagall frowns at him.
"Then tell him about it."
"Well I was asleep…" He starts. "And I saw Ron's Dad get attacked as if I was there. He was attacked by a giant snake." My eyes widen in shock. He dreamt of that less than hours after kissing Cho? Wouldn't he be dreaming about kissing her in those same deserted corridors he accused me of running around with Malfoy in?
"How did you see this?" Dumbledore asks, not looking at Harry.
"I don't know." Harry says angrily. "In my head-"
"You misunderstand me. What I meant was from what point of view did you see it?" Dumbledore says.
"I was the snake." Harry says. "I saw it all from the snake's point of view." Nobody spoke.
"Is Arthur seriously injured?" What was that change on tone? Did anyone other than me notice Dumbledore's change of tone? This was turning really strange really quickly.
"Yes." Dumbledore stands up and starts talking to the portraits on the wall. This was a dream, a strange one, but still a dream right? Or...did Dumbledore think might really be injured?
"This will take a while. Please sit. Minerva if you could draw up extra chairs…" McGonagall pulls out her wand and waves it to make three chair appear out of thin air. They sit and we wait. Dumbledore was now touching Fawkes's, who disappears in a flash, before he talks with the portraits a bit more. "Minerva, I need you to go wake the other Weasley children."
"Of course." McGonagall leaves. Dumbledore looks for something in his cupboard, and ends up bringing out a kettle before turning it into a portkey. Still not saying anything to us, he turns to another portrait and talks to it. The door opens again with Fred, George, and Ginny coming into the office with McGonagall behind them.
"Harry, what's going on?" Ginny asks.
"Your Father was injured in the course of his work for the Order of the Phoenix. He was taken to St. Mungo's and is in critical condition. I am sending you to Sirius's house, which is more convenient for the hospital. You will meet your Mother there. Harry will-" I don't hear the rest as they huddle to Dumbledore's desk. This isn't any of my business...maybe I should just go. I get up to walk to the door. "Where are you going Noel? You will be going with them." Dumbledore stops me. I'm going with them? Dumbledore gestures me to him. "There's something you can do there. Something only you can do." He whispers in my ear.
"What is it? What am I supposed to do?" I ask.
"You'll know when the time is right." I reach for the portkey between Ginny and Fred. "He'll be expecting you in 3,2,1." I was jerked at my navel and banged into Ginny and Fred until my feet slams onto the floor. I stumble forward a bit, but narrowly remain standing. Damn, after all these years of using porkeys, I'm still not use to it. I go around and help the rest off the ground before noticing where we were. I think we ended up in what looked like a kitchen.
"Back again the blood traitor brats with a new filthy friend! Is it true their Father is dying?" A voice was screaming in the background.
"OUT!" A man roars, before Sirius comes hurrying toward us. Honestly, he looked like he had just been drinking the whole night and never went to bed. So this man is my Father? I stand there and watch him talking with Fred, George, Ron, and Harry yet not really listening to a word they were saying because Harry was basically repeating everything that he had said in the office except changing it to where he wasn't the snake anymore. I don't understand why he did though. The sound of arguing wakes me up from my studying Sirius.
"We don't care about the dumb Order!" Fred shouts.
"It's our Dad dying we're talking about!" George yells.
"Your Father knew what he was getting into and he won't thank you for messing things up for the Order." Sirius says angrily. "This is how it is. This is why you're not in the Order because you don't understand that there are things worth dying for!" I wonder what Sirius thought was worth dying for. I knew of a few things that was worth dying for. Did that make me Order material?
"Easy for you to say being stuck here." Fred bellows. "I don't see you risking your neck!" What he said obviously hit a nerve with Sirius because he immediately paled and looked darkly at Fred.
"I know it's hard, but we've all got to act as though we don't know anything yet. We've got to stay put. At least until we hear from your Mother all right?" Fred and George looked like they were about to start up again, but they glare once at Sirius and take a seat beside Ginny when she goes over to sit on a chair. "That's right. Let's all...let's all have a drink while we're waiting. Accio Butterbeer!" Seven bottles come flying onto the table and Sirius passes one to each of us. After a while, when all of our bottles were empty, a burst of flame and a scroll of parchment lands on the table with a single tail feather. Sirius hands it to George.
"Dad's alive, but just barely. Mum says to stay where we are." Everyone's faces pales even more than we already were. We continue to sit in silence until the silence kills me. I conjure myself a violin and start to play softly, just to ease away the tension in the room. It was the least I could do until I figured out what I was here to do
At ten past five, the kitchen door swings open and I stop playing. My arms felt so numb when Mrs. Weasley enters to room.
"He's breathing and is alive, but there's only so much the healers can do right now. They said we can stop by later to show him support. Bill is there and he's going to take the morning off." Mrs. Weasley says. George and Ginny hug their mother, Fred covers his face, and Harry goes off with Sirius to the pantry. Now that Sirius is my Dad, Harry would now be my Godbrother. What was it with the Godbrother's of mine having the need to take away the Father figures of mine from me? I shake my head to myself before turning to tend to Mother Weasley.
"Hi Mrs. Weasley. I'm Noel Dumbledore, Fred's friend." I introduce myself to her as she was getting ready to prepare breakfast. She looked like a kind woman that would slip you a cookie behind your Mother's back at a bakery, but could make you piss your pants if you ever cross her or hurt her children.
"So you're the Noel that Fred wanted to invite over for Christmas." She says.
"One in the same. Since you're preparing to cook right now, I can help you. Just name any type of food you want and I can pop in out of no where. It's just something I can do."
"Ron told me about that in a letter, though he hasn't written much about you lately."
"Nothing much has been going on lately. So what do you need me to do?"
"Umm, well first I could use about a dozen eggs."
"A dozen eggs coming right up." I grin and she smiles at me warmly. Yup, she would have totally slipped me a cookie if I wanted one.
Our trunks arrive later around noon time from Hogwarts. Good, I could use a shower. It takes a while for everyone leaving to get ready, but soon we were making our way to St. Mungo's. The whole ride there, I could hear Dumbledore's words echoing in my head. There was something I could do here, something only I could do. I fiddle with my bracelet nervously until Fred reaches for my hand.
"It's gonna be alright." He tells me. "My Dad's gonna be fine."
"I really hope he will." I say.
"He will." He gives my hand a squeeze. "Wow, your hands are warm even without gloves."
"Really?" I ask, not realizing it. They usually tend to get warm when I get an excess build up of my energy in my body from my powers...my powers! That's what Dumbledore meant by something only I could do. I could use my powers to fix Mr. Weasley. "Fred, you are the best." I say happily, leaning over to swiftly kiss his cheek. Thanks to him, I knew what to do.
"Anytime Noel." He coughs, looking out the window of the car. Fred, I'm gonna save your Daddy!
"Noel, we have to go." Mrs. Weasley tells me as I attempted to linger behind without her noticing, only it didn't work thanks to her Mom vision.
"Oh I know. I just need to make a pit stop in the toilet before we head out and since we're here, do you think I could do some shopping on my own before returning back. I have some extra Christmas shopping I would like to do."
"Should we go together. I don't really like the thought of you going about on your own." She says.
"It won't be long, I promise." I say, giving her my most convincing innocent smile.
"Oh, alright. If you're not back in an hour, I'm sending one of the boys out to look for you and you'll be in a lot of trouble young lady." She warns, making me chuckle.
"Thank you Mrs. Weasley." I wave, and duck into the nearest bathroom. I really did have to go. Once I'm done, I head up to the first floor to Mr. Weasley's room. Luckily he and his roommates were asleep with no healers in sight. Sure, I can do this. If I can kill a man then I can save another...I hope. I mean, I haven't exactly healed anyone in Mr. Weasley's condition before so I wouldn't know if I would be able to or what would happen. I guess that's a risk I'm willing to take. I remove the bandage, pushing down the urge to barf at the look and smell of the wound, and hover one hand over the injury. Nothing happens at first, until I feel the strongest pulsing waves come from out of my heart that I have ever felt before. I felt like it was superheating each cell in my body and shot out of my hand like light ropes attaching to the wound. Usually this never happened with my minor cuts that I had taken care of and I think it's because I've never actually healed anything this serious before. Normally the hand would just light up a bit and it would be over in a second, but now it seemed like the power was latched onto the wound in a solid form. The power kept going down my arms and out of my hand. Where was all this coming from? It felt too much and draining at one time, which scared me. I start to feel faint, colors splashing all over my vision, until I slip into unconsciousness.
I get up slowly, in what felt like moments later, feeling extremely stiff like I haven't moved for the longest time. My head was throbbing and my entire body, mostly my chest, felt constricting and painful. I reach up and feel a bandage around my head before spotting an IV sticking in my arm. I yank the IV out of my arm, hissing painfully, and heal the wound. I didn't know they used IV's here at St. Mungos...at least I'm pretty sure it was St. Mungos. I look around and see Mrs. Weasley in the room.
"Mrs. Weasley?" I ask. She looks up drowsily at me.
"Noel?" She blinks. "You're awake."
"Yeah." I answer. Mrs. Weasley stands up and walks over to wrap me in a tight hug. It felt soothing and motherly, it was something I missed from my own Mom.
"Oww Mrs. Weasley. I can't breathe." I laugh softly. She pulls back and I see that her eyes were watery. "Don't cry Mrs. Weasley. You can hug me again if you want."
"That's not it. What I was going to say was what you did was irresponsible. You could have been seriously hurt." I raise an eyebrow at her. I was in the hospital so yes, I did get hurt and I felt it too. "I was the last to speak to you and you didn't come back. We thought you got lost or were attacked. I was about to send out Fred and George to look for you when we got a letter from Professor Dumbledore that said you were out with a coma found by Arthur, who had mysteriously awoken practically healed out of thin air. None of the healers believe you did it, but we all know it was you."
"I do what I can, sometimes I even shock myself." I really did this time. Unknowingly, at the release of all that power at once, the surge broke down the block in my head and I remembered everything. I killed someone and watched them die, which is why I could see the thestrals. "So when you said healed out of thin air, did that imply he was okay?"
"He's doing wonderful and rolling around livelier than before thanks to you. Whatever you did, it gave his body a huge kickoff energy."
"Good." I say, throwing off the sheets. I was wearing a hospital nightgown, not the butt ones but the dress ones, and pop on a pair of slippers before wobbling to the door.
"Where are you going?" She asks, coming over to help me.
"I want to go see this livelier man and give him a literal kick to make sure he doesn't do anything this stupid ever again, no offense because he's your Husband." I say, straightening up and slip away from her to make my way to the waiting room. Hermione, Ron, George, Fred, Harry, Ginny, Charlie, Bill and Mr. Weasley was and none of them looked awake. I snigger before taking a seat next to Hermione. "So...who are all of you waiting for? I bet it's someone really special with a wit beyond the eye can see whose a type of person that could light up the sky with their beauty." I say, really laying it on.
"Actually, we're waiting for you to wake up…" Hermione mumbles. Wait for it...wait for it...She looks up and blinks at me a few times."NOEL!" She shrieks. Everyone jumps up, startled by Hermione's outburst.
"Hermione, you're not supposed to yell. It's a hospital. People here are trying not to die and the sound of your voice might scare them to death." I tease her.
"You big idiot!" She smacks my arm.
"Ouchi." I whine, rubbing the arm tenderly. "You're not supposed to hit a patient."
"Then why'd you go and scare me like that? I hear Mr. Weasley's hurt and get here and you're in a coma. I was so worried about losing you."
"Oh right. How'd that happen?" I ask.
"Don't just 'oh right' it. This is serious-" Hermione starts, raising her hand to smack me again, but Ron puts a hand on her shoulder and she stops talking while putting her hand down. I send him an appreciative look. I think I've heard more than my share of her ranting in the past month thank you very much.
"You hit your head pretty badly on the bedside table when you passed out. I woke up soon after, but you were already bleeding out of a cut in your head. You've been out for three days." Mr. Weasley says. I nod then close my eyes because the nodding made the room start spinning. I groan, pulling off the bandages. Everyone gasps and makes to stop me.
"Oh hush. I'm going to take care of it myself just like I took care of Daddy Weasley here." I say, feeling for the cut. I touch it and feel it close, feeling much better. "So how's everyone? You look terrible. I hope you guys got some sleep, apart from now, during my little nap." I say trying to get a smile out of them. Not even a twitch. "Nothing? Why no laugh? I was trying to make you all laugh so we can climb over the awkwardness of the situation."
"So I guess I won't be of much help to you with that since I want you to know that I really appreciate that you had come to help me out. I am extremely grateful Noel." Mr. Weasley says.
"Aw shucks." I blush, feeling more awkward as ever as everyone in the room stares at me. I need to break this now before I do something stupid. "Since you're up and rolling Mr. Weasley, how about you give me a lift and break me out of here before the warden comes to find me. All I need are a pair of pants and we are out of-" I start, choosing to say something stupid rather than to do something stupid.
"MISSING FROM HER BED, PATIENT NOEL MARIE DUMBLEDORE. NOEL MARIE DUMBLEDORE!" A voice over the intercom says. "MISSING PATIENT NOEL MARIE DUMBLEDORE!"
"Crap, they found out. Someone, hide me." I curse, grabbing a handful of Hermione's hair to hide behind as healer walks into the room followed by Mrs. Weasley. This does earn a few snorts and head shakes. What? I really thought I could hide behind her bushel of hair. I sigh, letting her hair go, realizing that I really did go and do something stupid.
"Come on Ms. Dumbledore. You shouldn't have pulled out your own IV when you haven't fully rested yet." The healer says.
"But I need freedom and pants. I've been in bed for three days. I've rested enough." I whine. Mrs. Weasley gives me a stern look, which halts my whining, and she has me marching back to my room with everyone now bursting out laughing at my expense.
"Sweeeet Freedom." I cheer, leaving St. Mungo's later that day while patting my wand that was back in my pocket. The hospital staff had returned it to me when I left because I had found it in my clothes and threatened to curse them if they didn't let me leave. They rallied up the troops to disarm me and wouldn't give it back unless I let them test me. So they did a bazillion tests on me, wondering if what happened to Mr. Weasley was tied to my condition in any way before deeming me fit to leave. What was kinda funny and scary at the same time was the way Mrs. Weasley watched me like a hawk the entire time, making sure I didn't do another reckless stunt, making me think I've lost cookie privileges for a while. I got dressed in a pair of jeans, a white long sleeved shirt, and a blue short sleeved hoodie as my 'just released from Mungos' dress of choice. We arrive at Sirius's place, called Grimmauld Place, soon after leaving. "We're back." I call and as soon as we enter the kitchen, Sirius takes me up into his arms and twirls me in the air while laughing happily.
"You're up and awake!" He barks merrily. The twirling was shocking and very dizzy making.
"Dad, I'm fifteen not six and I was just unconscious for three days." I let it slip and he sets me down instantly.
"DAD!" Everyone closest to us shouts. "HE'S YOUR DAD?"
"Don't you see the family resemblance?" Sirius asks and throws and arm around my shoulders.
"No wonder you got along so well that night in the fire regardless of having just met." Hermione mutters, and we laugh.
"Your laugh sounds the same too. I don't know why I hadn't noticed that before." Ron says. I wrap my arms around Sirius's waist.
"Nice to meet you again Daddy." I tease to humor them with my display of affection towards Sirius.
"My Daughter just called me Daddy." Sirius chokes up, hugging me back happily. "This is an even more joyous day."
"What a Father-Daughter moment." Fred and George laughs.
"Jealous?" I smirk at the twins.
"Not really. It seemed like only yesterday when you were hugging me like that…alone...in the Boy's Dormitory." Fred smirks back, making my smirk fall from my face as Sirius grows tense in my arms. "It's like I can still feel your arms wrapped around me and your head on my chest in our loving embrace." He says, going on.
"L-loving embrace? What were you doing having a loving embrace with anyone alone in the Boy's Dormitory? I don't want you lovingly embracing anyone alone anytime soon because I was a boy once and I know what loving embraces lead to." He says, having a similar reaction to Fred and me being alone that Severus had.
"Don't worry Sirius. We weren't alone for long because Harry joined us later." Fred laugh, making it worse.
"WHAT!" Sirius shouts.
"Dad, it wasn't like that. I know it sounds like we were having a freaky bizarre three way by the way Fred is putting it, but our clothes were on the entire time." At the words 'freaky bizzare three way' Sirius passes out in my arms. "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU FRED WEASLEY!" I shout, dumping Sirius on George, and chase after him with my wand out of my pocket. When I get close to Fred, he apparates away. "I'll GET YOU WEASLEY AND WHEN I DO, YOU'LL PAY!"
"I hope I do." I hear him sniggering. That sniggering evil little-ugh. I can't stay really mad at him because I would honestly have said the same thing, worse even, if the situation was in reverse.
"What happened to killing Fred? Is his body laid abandoned in an empty room upstairs?" Ron asks after I return to the kitchen to find only Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny there.
"I'll kill him later. Where's Sirius?"
"He's probably upstairs making an escape proof room to lock you in until you turn thirty." Hermione says.
"Or older if he could." Ginny says. "I think he's in shock."
"He was mislead by the sneaky little devil. All he would have to do is ask Harry to know nothing happened when he caught Free and I hugging." I say, motioning towards Harry. "He won't really lock me up would he?"
"Well, he isn't really educated in raising a Daughter because he didn't really meet you until now." Hermione says. "You must be happy you found your Father." I nod. "When did you find out about him?"
"Dumbledore told me the night of the nightmare."
"Why were you at Dumbledore's anyway that night? Ron said you would show up to the meeting that evening, but you never showed to the meeting or to bed."
"I went for the meeting." I say.
"I didn't see you there." Ron says.
"That's because I missed the it, but I didn't know that I did when I went. When I got there, there were people still in the room though." I say, sending a glance in Harry's direction. Yeah, he knows what he did and now he knows I know by the way he's averting my gaze.
"What people-oh." Ron says, pointing at Harry. "You mean you saw-"
"Precisely. I was walking around when Dumbledore found me and that's how I ended up in his office. Now that that's out there, I think I'm going to take a nap."
"No you aren't." Hermione says firmly.
"What do you mean I'm not? I just got out of the hospital and I'm tired." I say, playing my 'just released' card on her since I immediately know what she's up to.
"You said it yourself, you rested enough. Ginny, please distract Ron." Ginny nods, taking Ron out of the room.
"You two, talk now." Hermione tells Harry and I.
"What? Why should I? Neither of us has any interest of being talking."
"She's right." Harry agrees.
"Say's the boy who waited by this girl's bedside nonstop for the past three days, only leaving because Mrs. Weasley forced him out of the room." Hermione reveals.
"I didn't-"
"He even convinced them to let him stay overnight."
"How did he do that?" I ask in shock.
"Yeah Harry, how did you do that?" Hermione asks. "Wait, don't tell me. Tell her." And with that, she leaves. I knew I wasn't gonna say anything, but I was touched by the fact that he stayed by my side.
"I-" Harry starts, speaking up first. "I told them I was gonna ask you out Christmas morning and they felt sorry for me. That was the only thing I could think of to get them to let me stay."
"I'm surprised it worked."
"I was too. The healers kept giving me sympathetic looks whenever they came in to check on you. I think I may have even caught one of them taking our picture when I dozed off holding your hand." He ends with a cough. He was holding my hand too?
"Why? Why bother?" I ask, confused by this sudden turn of events. "We aren't friends so why did you even care?"
"Because I was so wrong. I was wrong because I didn't treating you right. I was wrong for telling you to stay away because when I wanted to be your friend again, I knew I didn't deserve to be your friend because of how I treated you. I still don't deserve to be your friend because you deserve better and than me." He says, raking his hand through his hair tiredly before dropping it onto the table in front of us. "I thought not being your friend was hard, but hearing that you were hurt was the hardest. I thought at that moment I had lost you for good, because while we weren't on best terms, you were always there and safe."
"I wasn't going to die."
"I know, but it felt like another person I loved was going to die on me and that made me not want to leave your side."
"You love me?"
"That's why I bothered. I bothered because I love you Noel. You're my best friend and I realized that losing you would be like losing Hermione or Ron."
"You love me?" I repeat, stuck dumb by his words. He-he loves me?
"I do." He says earnestly. "I know I don't deserve to be your friend after all that I did, but-"
"But what?"
"But could you give me one more chance at the mound. I promise this time it'll be a home run for us." I sit there, uncertain of what to do, when I hear a sniffle. Neither of us were crying, which meant that we had an audience. "Noel?" I hold up a finger and walk to the door of the kitchen and open it. Crouched in the doorway were Sirius, Fred, George, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny.
"Seriously?" I ask, crossing my arms. "Ron, why are you crying?"
"Take him back. He's sorry. I know he is because we went through the same this last year." Ron says, leaning against Hermione for support while Ginny was patting his shoulder with tears running down her face as well.
"Go. All of you." I say, pointing up the stairs. "Go on now."
"But-" Sirius starts.
"I'm not gonna give him my answer with the lot of you listening in. This is tense enough without having an audience listening in. I need you all to go away."
"Alright. We're going." Fred says.
"We are?" George asks.
"Yes we are. Just so you know Noel, I love you too." He says, and I knew he both meant it and was using it as a jab at Harry.
"Thank you Fred." I say, shaking my head as I watched them march up the stairs, a few looked rather reluctantly to do so. I shut the door and turn back to Harry. "So..."
"So?"
"Before I give you an answer, I want to know what's gonna happen if something like this ever happens again. I want to make sure that if I do let myself be your friend again that I don't have to come with an escape route."
"You won't have to because if it does then I'll let you curse me so that I'll end up in St. Mungos when that happens. Even before then I'll talk things out with you better this time so that it won't get up to that poinnt. I almost lost you for good this time, I'm never gonna do that again."
"All right. You can hug me now." I say, holding up my arms. Harry rushes over from the table and pulls me into a tight hug. "I expect major groveling from you still, you do know that right?"
"Whatever you want, whenever you want."
"Can whenever be now?"
"What do you have in mind?"
"Shopping my personal mule. I wanna go shopping." I say, pulling back far enough to grin at him evilly. "This is gonna be so fun."
"I know I should dread this, but I can't help but be happy that we're friends and you are awake because I missed you." He says, all smiles.
"Yeah, I missed you too."