Hey again my readers! So this fic was originally meant for Quizilla, but I seriously can't be bothered to put it up there (since I kinda lost my password :P)

Anyway, so here's a new Harry Potter fic (yea, promise to try update the old one soon, im in the middle of a writer's block with that one) Hope ya guys like this!!!

So this is the re-do of the original introduction… hopefully I have scraped out at least a few of the faults I did. But I got to say to those who are planning on giving me flames on her being a perfect lil Mary-Sue… plz don't… I think I reached my quota for this chapter. She will have flaws! I can promise you that!

Dedicated to my faithful reader nenokas... who got me to finally finish the introduction (hopefully I'll get enough inspiration to keep writing this fic)

ENJOY!!!!

(music: Greenday - American Idiot... gotta love this song!)

My name is Madeleine Autumn.

I'm just your average 16-year-old American teen-girl. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Except maybe the fact that I'm also a witch…

But that's not that unusual. I mean, there's more witches and wizards on this plane alone than any muggle would ever believe. Sucks to be human I guess…

I put my headphones back on top of my ears as the banging lyrics of Greenday burst through to my eardrums. They were actually pretty good for non-magic folks…

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see an elderly couple staring at me like I were something disgusting that got stuck on the sole of their expensive shoe. Fucking British tea-drinking snobs…

I really couldn't see what the problem was. I looked completely normal, even to a muggle. I had a slender, defined figure… curvy in the right places… faintly defined muscle under my fair, average-teen-toned skin. My face was adequate I guess… I really never understood why all the other girls envied me for it… Full, faintly pouty, naturally pinkish lips. Not exactly pink really... just the kind of color like you'd just been kissed. An average shape face. A slim, delicate nose. Dark, ever so slightly arched eyebrows. Black, flowing, naturally wavy hair, reaching my mid-back. And, as my co-workers called them, eyes of liquid mist… like a pensive they say… something in between liquid and gas… whatever that means. To be truthful, I don't see anything special in my eyes… they are just… silvery I guess…

My style just seemed to scream "I'm a bitch and I know it… deal with it!"

Dark slightly gothic clothes, drastic eye make-up, an excessive amount of jewelry and my black leather motorcycle jacket. Not exactly the look of a goody-two-shoes, I'm-a-saint, daddy's-girl, yada yada yada… the list goes on and on kinda of girl.

The kind of look that screams "I'm an unfeeling, bitchy, emotionless Ice-Queen… but inside I'm a broken and vulnerable soul…"

Whatever…like I had a soul in the first place...

Nothing out of the ordinary.

Well… maybe not completely ordinary.

See I'm a spy. An auror as a matter of fact. Well… I have a permit…

I'm a teenage-agent for the CMA (Central Magical Agency… the wizarding equivalent to the CIA) in New York. With an auror's permit, license to kill, immunity in more than 30 countries, extreme weapons, dueling and military training… I'm the deadliest 16-year-old on the face of this earth. This actually isn't that big of an achievement… Considering I'm not even a full auror, I have to have supervisor since they let me out of school for this mission, I'm at the bottom of the food-chain… I'm nothing…

Everyone said I've been born to do this. Yea right.

But I had my advantages… I have advanced senses, photographic memory, very slight precog skills, the talent to go undetected anywhere… whether it is in a mass of people or in a deserted heavily-secured enemy fortress… and a 6th sense. The kind of sense that made me the top student in interrogations and espionage. The knack to tell immediately in between lies and the truth. To be able to monitor someone's heart-rate, body temperature and breathing pace from a distance… to see if they are lying.

Madeleine Autumn… American teenage auror… human lie-detector…

But that's not really that special… compared to the other people at the Auror Training Center, I'm a nobody. I seriously don't get why they say I'm so special. There's apparently only one major flaw in me. They say that I've got something called BPD… Borderline Personality Disorder… meaning that I have a poor self-image, mood instability, prone to self-injury and all that crap. I know I'm not perfect, but Borderline Disorder…? That's a bit extreme.

I look around myself, at the normal people around me. Talking about insignificant subjects like today's weather and the score on the last baseball game. Then I think of me… and the encrypted message in the hard-drive of my laptop with operation description, assignment plans and contact protocols… and the mission I was going on.

Infiltrate Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and bring down a new Death Eater… dead or alive.

My cover: as an exchange student from NYMU (New York Magical University). The reason for the exchange was that I had inherited a flat in London, more specifically Diagon Alley. Only the Headmaster of the school, Professor Albus Dumbledore knew about my assignment.

But first of all, before the fun of the chase could begin, I had to find the unknown newbie.

I sighed deeply and tried to relax into the uncomfortable airplane chair. I just had a feeling that I wouldn't have much relaxation time once I got to Hogwarts. I struggled to shrug off the foreboding feeling, with no success.

And for once… when I needed it the most… why in the hell didn't my precog roar into my ear, and fuck-up my senses…?

Telling me I'm screwed.

Holy crap this is long... and since had to re-do it, it's even longer than it originally was (blame the flamers!) LOL

So hopefully I'll get a long review as well... hint hint

Anyway, tell me what ya guys think on the beginning (input on Madeleine would be very much appretiated!)

CHEERS,

Alex Black