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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February moved toward March with no change in the weather except that it became windy as well as wet. To general indignation, a sign went up on all common room notice boards that the next trip into Hogsmeade had been canceled. Ron was furious.
"It was on my birthday!" he said. "I was looking forward to that!"
"Not a big surprise, though, is it?" said Harry. "Not after what happened to Katie."
She had still not returned from St. Mungo's. What was more, further disappearances had been reported in the Daily Prophet, including several relatives of students at Hogwarts.
"But now all I've got to look forward to is stupid Apparition!" said Ron grumpily
"Happy birthday, Ron," said Harry, when they were woken on the first of March by Seamus and Dean leaving noisily for breakfast. "Have a present."
He threw the package across onto Ron's bed, where it joined a small pile of them that must, Harry assumed, have been delivered by house-elves in the night.
"Cheers," said Ron drowsily, as he ripped off the paper.
Harry, who for the past few weeks had a deep suspicion that Malfoy was up to something, rummaged through his trunk for the map. He checked the Slytherin common room, the Great Hall and Snape's study but no luck.
Harry tapped the map with his wand, muttered, "Mischief managed," though it hadn't been, and got dressed, thinking hard. There had to be an explanation for Malfoy's periodic disappearances, but he simply could not think what it could be. The best way of finding out would be to tail him, but even with the Invisibility Cloak this was an impractical idea: Harry had lessons, Quidditch practice, homework, and Apparition; he could not follow Malfoy around school all day without his absence being remarked upon.
"Ready?" he said to Ron.
He was halfway to the dormitory door when he realized that Ron had not moved, but was leaning on his bedpost, staring out of the rain-washed window with a strangely unfocused look on his face.
"Ron? Breakfast."
"I'm not hungry."
Harry stared at him.
"I thought you just said — ?"
"Well, all right, I'll come down with you," sighed Ron, "but I don't want to eat."
Harry scrutinized him suspiciously. "You've just eaten half a box of Chocolate Cauldrons, haven't you?"
"It's not that," Ron sighed again. "You...you wouldn't understand."
"Fair enough," said Harry, albeit puzzled, as he turned to open the door.
