Noel Lupin had always been a quiet kid. That was until she was thrusted into the whirlwind that is Harry Potter's life.
She learns some things about herself, unlocking a magical ability that could alter the course of her life.
Based off the books...
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Madam Pomfrey insisted on keeping Harry in the hospital wing for the rest of the weekend. He didn't argue or complain, but he wouldn't let her throw away the shattered remnants of his Nimbus Two Thousand. He knew he was being stupid, knew that the Nimbus was beyond repair, but Harry couldn't help it; he felt as though he'd lost one of his best friends.
He had a stream of visitors, all intent on cheering him up. Hagrid sent him a bunch of earwiggy flowers that looked like yellow cabbages, and Ginny Weasley, blushing furiously, turned up with a get-well card she had made herself, which sang shrilly unless Harry kept it shut under his bowl of fruit. The Gryffindor team visited again on Sunday morning, this time accompanied by Wood, who told Harry (in a hollow, dead sort of voice) that he didn't blame him in the slightest.
Neither one of those visitors were Noel and it made him feel even more depressed. But nothing anyone said or did could make Harry feel any better, because they knew only half of what was troubling him.
He hadn't told anyone about the Grim, not even Ron and Hermione, because he knew Ron would panic and Hermione would scoff. The fact remained, however, that it had now appeared twice, and both appearances had been followed by near-fatal accidents; the first time, he had nearly been run over by the Knight Bus; the second, fallen fifty feet from his broomstick.
And then there were the Dementors. Harry felt sick and humiliated every time he thought of them. Everyone said the Dementors were horrible, but no one else collapsed every time they went near one. No one else heard echoes in their head of their dying parents.
Because Harry knew who that screaming voice belonged to now. He had heard her words, heard them over and over again during the night hours in the hospital wing while he lay awake, staring at the strips of moonlight on the ceiling.
It was Sunday evening when Noel finally entered the hospital wing. Harry sat up quickly when he saw her. She stared at him wide-eyed and silently moved to sit on the chair next to his bed. They stared at each other, she didn't know what to say. Harry had been wanting her here for the past few days and didn't know what to say to her either.
"Hi Harry."
"Hi Noel."
She suddenly stood and began to pace in front of his bed, "I am so sorry I didn't come until today! But everytime I came there were people already here! And as soon as I heard what happened I wanted to come and see if you were okay, but then I realized that we aren't really the closest of friends so maybe it was going to be awkward with your Gryffindor friends here. And I had to check up on my dad because you know he was ill. And I feel horrible! Oh Merlin Harry, I am so sorry about your broom." She rambled.
She bit her lip turning to look back at Harry who was silent as she paced. He cleared his throat softly, "You wanted to come see if I was okay?" He asked.
