Author's Note: First, sorry this Author's Note is so long. Second, if you've clicked on this link and are now reading this, I would like to assure you that what you did is something you hopefully won't regret doing. I want to clarify the summary sort of, since to me it was too vauge.

This is a humors FF, I can tell you that right now, it is also, I'll admit, the first one I had ever written. And is about a girl that joins Hogwarts in Harry's 5th year, if anyone has read the book Speak, and liked it-you're going to enjoy this. Lupin's back, Draco and Hermione couldn't be happier, and suprise, surprise, there's a brand new evil to watch out for. Let me greatly stress also, that if you're a Lupin fan, you'll more than likely find this appealing too. And one last thing, it was my goal, while writing this, to fit as many things inside of it that would never happen in Harry Potter. I think I did a pretty fair job of that. I also think that I'm done with the convincing of you to continue reading. Tis' slow and depressing at the beginning, but it takes off pretty fast. I hope you enjoy!

Thanks for anyone who was bumping this at the Harry Potter boards, I know you've already read all of the beginning, but hopefully you'll keep this on the corner of your eye until I start posting chapters you've never read before. On with the Fanfiction!

REALIZATION:

I am alone. I am completely and utterly alone. I stand in a corner next to a giant mob of eleven-year-olds, and I am alone. I am at least one foot taller then everyone around me. I finally realize this. I finally realize this will certainty be the worst year of my life. I think back to how this started.

First my mother died, then my father leaves me, like I am nothing, nothing but the cigarettes he used to smoke and throw on the street. I remain mute to my foster parents, and everyone else who tries to know me. Then I move to Europe, because my foster father had a job offer, or so he says. Everyone was very excited, including the people I went to school with, they think I'm weird.

I found a dead body once, she was my neighbor, she was my best friend, she was a suicide, I was almost charged for her murder, the kids at my old school think I'm weird, and a murderer. I don't care. I say nothing. Seeing her makes me see other things, I think I have a third eye, but I don't tell anyone, I read it in a book once. I can see into the future and the past. I can see things I shouldn't, dangerous things...and when I see the future; I can't do anything about it.

All of the sudden I get a letter addressed to me with green writing. So here I am. I'm supposed to be a "fifth year" I still think that means I must be in "fifth grade" everyone here is not even weirder then I am. They hardly notice me. I do not care once again.

My foster parents break the news to me that they are like me, and they knew I was like them too, so they "bought" me, they fight too much, they fight over me. I come to the realization; I will never fit in, not even here, where I'm supposed to belong.

HAT WOMEN:

An old scary looking women with a tall green hat comes in the room that we are so absent-mindedly shoved together in. She reminds me of the old ladies on Halloween who try to scare little kids, I never was afraid. Her voice has a hint of annoyance in it as she tells us what we are about to do, like we're going to take the biggest step in our lives. Which we probably are. Her eyes meet mine only a second, before she talks to me directly.

Hat Women: Did you get that Miss Prosper?

Me:

I need to change my last name. I need a new one bad.

We all walk up a few stairs; I follow at the end, walking as if this was my death sentence. Hat Women pushes open the tallest doors I have ever seen, I wonder how they wash them, or the rest of the tall room for that matter. In fact, how do they wash the windows? Though I suppose there's a spell for that. I then proceed to wonder, what spell would that be? I could use it to help me with chores over the summer, or organize things. Either would work just fine for me.

Next Hat Women leads us into a room called "The Great Hall" I decided that's the right name, it is "Great". Tables are so close together, we walk too close together, I follow at the end. I receive stares from the other kids sitting on the brown tables. One table glares, I stick my hands in the pockets of my black-to-long robes and pretend like I am interested in the ceiling of the room which is covered in what seem like real stars above.

Is there a real ceiling above that? I can't remember from my reading or not. If so, how do they wash that? Well, people don't wash ceilings anyway...do they? I should stop thinking so much. It's almost unhealthy.

disclaimer: I do not own any of JK Rowlings characters or ideas, and I also do not own any of the songs/lyrics mentioned in this peice of writing, or Luarie Hasle Anderson's ideas either.