Ok ladies and gents this is just a teaser. I just would like to know from you if this so called fic is any good. I do realize that the time table in the sorting is really off but that's the way I like it. I also realize that this is going to be a very slow story if I ever complete it cough Ron/Draco cough. So yell, scream, laugh, cry, do what ever just review. I need a good title for this! Add that too.

This has been a while in the making (sence before comme la couleur de vos lèvres) so please don't yell at me about updating that fic.

Thanks a million!

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No one had made such an entrance to the Great Hall of Hogwarts as Melissa Agar had made since Harry Potter himself. She came in a flurry of talk and whispers, for she was something that none of the students, pure-blooded or not, had ever seen. She had just sauntered in to the hall, a small kind of strut to her walk and a smirk on her face; as if she were telling you that she knew something that you didn't. She was short and squat and reminded Harry of the size of his Cousin Dudley only slimmer. On her face she wore a pair of emblazoned sunglasses, which held the Chinese and Japanese symbol for WAR in each glass. Her hair was held back with a fading blue bandana, which was odd in the first place because it was already pulled back from her portly face and into a rather long ponytail in the first place.

Her feet were clad with a pair of men's Stanly working boots that raised her about two more inches off the ground than her genes had intended. On her body there was a pair of work mard blue-jeans and a black t-shirt that hung off her large stomach like a bell. She also held a large black bag in her right hand; it was rectangular and not wide enough for clothes of any kind and a large shoulder strap scraped the ground as she walked. Hermione decided that she had not read Hogwarts: A history yet, she knew that it was a laptop case.

Melissa made her way through the crowd of little eleven year olds with much rolling of eyes and growls of anger at the ones that wouldn't stop staring at her. Yeah, ok, so she was fat! So goddamned what? Didn't mean they had to stare all the time. Her inner dialoged went through the roof, "Who the hell do these little Asswipes think they are? Didn't their mothers teach them not to stare! The Goddamned little mother fuckers!" What she really wanted to do was reach out and rip one of their staring little heads off to be an example for the rest, but she didn't think that it would be a really good idea to do that on her very first day in a witching school. Maybe later, she thought. She stayed quiet and continued to walk as quickly and as confidently as she dared to the front of the room.

Ron was quite mystified when Dumbledore stood at the head table and asked for silence. This had only happened once before and that was when someone had died, Ron was sure no one had died over the summer, or he would have definitely gotten some sort of a letter or heard about it in the Daily Prophet. And for the fact that he didn't, made him wonder what the hell was actually going on. "Come now, Quiet now; every one quiet now." Dumbledore said as he walked out from behind the head table and stopped next to McGonagall, who held the sorting hat in the air above the stool that was brought out every year from Dumbledore's office.

At last the Great Hall was quiet enough that he could speak he said in slow kind words, "Students I hope you all had a very productive summer and stayed out of trouble." He looked at some students in particular over the rim of his half-moon glasses; his eyes sparkled with mirth. The students he was looking at puffed up their chests, making a few of the people around them giggle. "But now," Dumbledore continued, "I must tell you that we have a very special person amongst us this year, and maybe next." Melissa groaned, letting her bag slip out of her hand and onto the floor, she HATED being called special. To her that word was only used for people who had mental disorders like Down syndrome, or something.

Dumbledore motioned her forward, and she moved towards him grudgingly, taking her bag with her in the process. There were a few hisses behind her when she leaned over to catch the shoulder strap in her hand, but it was suddenly quelled when she turned and glared at them with a look that could even rival Snape. "This," Dumbledore said, "is Melissa Agar, she is a unique..." and out of the crowed came the call of, "Ya got that right!" followed by howls of laughter from the Slytherin table.

"Now," Dumbledore said, as he cleared his throat, "If I may continue uninterrupted? Good. As I was saying," he wrapped an arm around Melissa, making her visibly stiffen, "Melissa is a unique..." he waited for a moment, and when there were no crud remarks, he continued, "case in the wizarding world. There are very few of her kind alive to day, because they mostly die when their powers open up." Now there were noises here and there around the hall; what did he mean that there were very few of her kind? Who are they? Why isn't she dead? What did he mean when he said their powers open up?

"You see students, Melissa is something we call a 'Serus flos' or in English a late bloomer. Melissa is indeed a witch, but for some unknown reason some witches, about 5five in every hundred generations, have some condition that keeps their powers from opening up normally near their eleventh birthday. So when the magic should be flowing out of their body through spells and such, it is instead stuffed in the host body until it bursts out; like stuffing a suitcase too full of clothes. This effect causes Serus Flos to be extremely sensitive..."

"Tweakie."

"What?"

"I'm not sensitive, I'm tweakie."

"Very well, uhh... tweakie, to loud noises and prone to sudden bursts of anger. This same condition causes them to have much more power then the normal wizard or witch..." Some people in the front rows scooted farther back in their seats. Melissa pulled on Dumbledore's robes stopping him from saying anything more. "Dude," she growled, "I don't know what you think you're doing, but what ever it is it's not helping!" she removed her sunglasses and placed them on top of her head, showing her flashing dark blue eyes that held large flecks of black. "Can't you see those guys? Their lookin' at me like I'm da blob that ate Chicago or somethin', can you, like, hurry it up so I kin get outta here?" Dumbledore nodded and addressed the student body once again. "In conclusion," he said, skipping over half of his speech, "I believe that Miss Agar will be able to hold her own here, and will learn quickly, so she will not be in a designated year until she caches up with her own age group. But she will be in a house, so being the first name on the list, let the sorting begin!"

People started to clap as Dumbledore sat down, Melissa knew it wasn't to congratulate her, it was to celebrate that the old prude had finally shut up and sat down. McGonagall, whose arm had came to rest at her side sometime during the long and involved speech, waved her over towards the old patched and frayed hat that probably had fifteen different species of interbred lice in it; she silently thanked whatever force was out there that she had worn her bandanna today. McGonagall lifted the hat from the stool; Melissa leaned against it fearing that if she put her full weight on it that it would snap in half, leaving her on the floor looking like a total whale. So when McGonagall told her to sit on the stool three times, she quietly refused three times. McGonagall gave up and set the hat on her head.

"Many secrets you hold, yes you do, what a life you've lead, I see what that boy did, yes I do..."

"You stay out of my fuckin' personal memories, and sort me, you bug ridden piece of trash!"

"No need for language little one now let me see...."

"I'm not little...."

"Oh yes. A good mind you have, almost a genius we have!

"Almost?!"

"What a Ravenclaw you'd make, hum, yes that you would."

"Brawk... Nevermore...!"

"Is that so? Hum, what a Slytherin you would make!"

"Stop right there! I was already warned about them by Snape. They would kill me before you even stopped saying the word Slytherin. Prejudiced bastards! Who gives a shit if I'm a muggle?"

"Well that only leaves Gryffindor."

"Yeah, and I'm not brave in the least..."

"That's too bad. GRYFFINDOR!"

McGonagall took the hat off Melissa's head, "Welcome to Gryffindor," she whispered, "I'm your head of house. Our table is over there. You let me know if anyone is harassing you and I'll put a stop to it right away. Alright?" Melissa nodded and scooped up her bag, but inside she was screaming. Who did these people think they were? Why did they think that just because she was fat that she couldn't take care of herself?

Back in her old school in Seattle she was feared. People scattered when she came down the hall. It wasn't like she liked beating people up it was just that she had had the shitie end of the stick all her life and as soon as she entered high school she demanded respect. She knew how to network; she made friends in high places, seniors and jocks on the football team. And when they weren't around, let's just say that pressure points and knowing how to break bones where her best friend. More people had broken legs that year by her then of natural causes, but of coarse she was never charged, I mean what kind of a man would you be if you say a FAT chick beat you up and broke your leg or arm? By the time she was a junior she had her own circle of friends that liked her for who she was and people just left her alone so she didn't have to implement a respect device, it was built into them already. Melissa decided that a few choice people in this place needed to learn some respect, and stop treating her like a broken doll.

As she walked towards the Gryffindor table, she turned and waved at Snape, who gave her a curt nod in return. Smiling faintly, she rounded back to the Gryffindor table, eyes flitting across the length of it until she came down to the end where there were a few extra seats next to some red head. People slowly inched away as she came near them. She smiled, yes, this is what it was like, back home, back where she should be, back where people feared and respected her. Not where she was considered a freak among freaks. Thinking this, she gave the last first year that stood in her way a good shove, which knocked him into another boy that socked him right in the face. She mentally nodded at the boy, it WAS a good punch. She couldn't help it; she was in a bad mood, she needed to cause pain, and making one kids first day of the rest of his life a hell on wheals was a good enough start for her.

As Melissa reached the end of the table she turned and kicked the underside of the benches that trailed along side the humongous Gryffindor table. This kicking seemed to scare the holy living shit out of a young man with black hair and the brightest green eyes that Melissa had ever seen. Before he was down on the bench again he had his wand out and was brandishing it at her. "Whoa. Slow down there guy," she said, repositioning the bag on her shoulder, "I just wanted to know if I could sit here," She thru her head in the direction of the empty seats. "Yeah, sure, whatever," The young man nodded and waved his now empty hand in the direction she had indicated. Melissa gave a small, humph, as thanks and sat a few seats away as not to be a bother to the group, but that was not to be. Pushing the golden plate and goblet away from herself, Melissa slid her black bag onto the table and began unzipping it.

"You know that won't work here right?" A girl whispered.

Melissa looked up to find a bushy haired girl with an 'I know everything and you don't' type look on her face. "Say what?"

"That laptop, it's not going to work here; nothing electrical works here. The magic messes with the electrical currents." Melissa smiled at her, "What's your name, guy?" the girl looked highly indignant, "I am not a guy!"

"Relax! I call everyone I don't know guy! Now what's your fuckin' name?"

"Granger, Hermione Granger." She said with the same know it all attitude.

"Well then, my names Bond, James Bond." Melissa said in the fakest British accent she could muster. She smiled, Hermione growled.

"Hermione, look I understand that you most likely read Hogwarts, A history and that it said that nothing electrical works here but I'm smarter than the stupid magic fields and computer circuits, ok? Now let me show you." Hermione cheeks puffed out. The gall of this person! How dare she tell her that she was wrong! And talking to her like an uneducated two year old, she didn't like her already.

Melissa finished unpacking her laptop, and started to fished around inside for something else. Getting fed up, she stuck her head inside where she gave a small cry of triumph "aha!" she quickly retracted her head and showed Hermione, and the four boys that had gathered around a rather low priced, but effective, mouse. Taking the cord she turned the laptop around and plugged it into the specific slot, and returned to see the mouse moving (which was being prodded, for some of the pure bloods, like Ron, had no idea what it was). "Now," she said, shooing the boys away with a swish of her hand, "we open the top, press a couple keys, wait for the screen to come on," and much to Hermione's horror it DID come on,

"WELCOME MELISSA." Was splayed across the screen.

"Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Just shut up and let me on the internet." The curser danced along the screen as she clicked on various Icons and finally after much clicking and growling, she was finally surfing the internet, where she seemed to be right at home. "Ok baby show um what ya kin' do." She patted the side of the screen before opening a browser and smiling when the page was instantly loaded. She gave a small squeak of, "Yes!" sounding very much like Courage the cowardly dog. Pushing the pointer towards a link that said email she clicked on it. Her small round fingers flew across the keyboard faster then Hermione had ever seen anyone ever do. The Green eyed kid was impressed and the guy with the red hair had no idea what the hell she had just done.

Username: FIREGODDESS

PASSWORD:

"Alright then, I'm in." pushing the mouse again she made it click on a link that said forgotten items in bold letters. In another row, right next to it, it said THEKEEPER in equally big letters.

'You didn't take anything with you! What the hells the deal Melissa?'

When Melissa read this last part she glared at the screen and gave it a good flipping off with her plump hand. "Stupid Chrissie," she mumbled. The red headed boy, who was looking over her shoulder the whole time, leaned in a little more, sticking his unkempt hair into her face and screen. "Yeah, uhh... Hello! Do you mind?" She shoved his shoulder away from her so that she could actually tell what the hell she was doing, before looking up at the head table again.

"Tell, Mandy!"

"Oh, good, still sorting." The redheaded boy was looking at her in shock, the Hermione girl looked lived, and the green eyed boy, whom Melissa suspected of being their friend, looked only slightly interested in the proceedings as if he had something that was preoccupying his mind. Looking at the red head, she said, "Name please."

"Oh, uhh... Ron Weasley."

"Yes, well, Ron is it? Will you, uhh... stop hovering!" she growled out the last two words, letting herself mentally smile at the perturbed look on his face. About to open his mouth to retort, Ron was quickly shushed by Hermione when the last name of Zimmerman, Adam was stuck into Ravenclaw. Melissa Logged off the internet, shut off the computer, and silently stowed it away as Dumbledore talked. She had already heard this before she left her house back in America. Don't go in the forest; it's called FORBIDEN for a reason, don't piss off Filch and you won't get detention for no reason, no using magic between classes, and everything else that just pertained to common sense. There was also some stupid sounding wizard game called Quidditch, which could be tried out for. The main idea of the sport had been explained to her, and in her personal opinion it sounded really dumb. I really shouldn't have such a biased view on the thing, she thought, I mean I haven't even seen a real game. Melissa quickly squashed the thought in her head.

"...now that I've told you all that, I think we should sing the school song before we eat this year; for a change of pace, and so you don't fall asleep, as you sing it, from all that yummy food." Dumbledore said, his eyes sparkling with happiness, Ron slammed his head into the table, Hermione held her copy of Hogwarts: A history tighter to her chest, and the green eyed boy (whose name Melissa still didn't know) closed his eyes, thru back his head, and groaned; Melissa quirked an eyebrow. And out of the side of her head she heard someone say, "Every year I hope he'll forget to make us sing that damned song and he never does!"

A horrified look came across her face as the words sprayed from the tip of Dumbledore's wand.

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, hoggy warty Hogwarts"

Her hands flew up to cover her ears.

"Teach us something please,"

She was dieing, she could feel it.

"Whether we be old and bald

Or young with scabby knees,"

Ewwww... old fogies with scabby knees.

"Our heads could do with filling,"

When she heard this the first thing she thought off was Hostess. 'Hey! Where's the cream filling?!'

"With some interesting stuff,

For now they're bare and full of air,"

Melissa wasn't sure if she should take that as and insult or a complement.

"Dead flies and bits of fluff,"

Ok, now she was sure it was an insult.

"So teach us things worth knowing,

Bring back what we've forgotten,"

Well if she had forgotten her brain like her stupid friend had said, and then the school could bring that back for her, and she didn't have to go get it, she wouldn't mind.

"Just do your best, we'll do the rest,

And learn until our brains all rot."

Ok, she was only here long enough to get her 'powers' under control. She WOULD NOT study until her brains rotted. If she had it her way, she wouldn't study at all.

After the song dinner was fairly uneventful, that is until Hermione shoved her book in Melissa's face and pointed to a passage on the page. "There," she squealed, "I told you so! You can't run electrical things in Hogwarts!" Hermione had a look of triumph on her face, but Melissa just rolled her eyes, if she could face down her old history teacher then she sure as hell could take this bitch down a notch or two. "Yes, uhh... Hermione was it?" she said, closing the book and slipping it back in her hands like she would a child. "As I said earlier, I've read that," There were small gasps from people around them, "and I know all about how this baby," she patted her bag, "shouldn't work. But the thing is you saw it work, so I don't know why you're still going on about this. But just to quell you I'll tell you HOW it works, alright?" she ate a bite of apple pie, mumm... my favorite, She thought. "Back home, I took the initiative to go do some research before I left, to find out if anyone out there had come up with a spell," she shoved a fork full of mashed potatoes in her mouth and swallowed, some people wrinkled their noses, "That will fix this little oversight. So I wrote an e-mail to an old friend from middle school who told me she was a witch. She had moved down into Salem. You know that place right?" They nodded. "Good. Any how, I asked her if they used computers in the classroom and if they did how that was possible, because I was going to Hogwarts and wanted to take my baby with me." She patted her bag once again.

"Well, when she read Hogwarts, she immediately responded with a long 'I'm so glad you found the power I knew you had' letter, with some short but involved spell that's supposed to change the need for electrical power into magical energy that feeds off magical fields and the users powers. Pretty cool when you think about it. Yeah so I was feeling lucky so I only just cast it just before Snape picked me up with that port-o-thingy. Actually, I would have made an incredible ass out of myself if it hadn't of worked, wouldn't I?" Hermione was still slightly sulking, but smiled when Melissa finished her last sentence, she didn't want to forgive her so quickly; but something about her made her insides trust her, something friendly just rolled off her and she couldn't help laughing with Harry, Ron, Dean, Seamus and Neville.

Melissa was still slightly chuckling as a hand was thrust into her face. "Whoa..." she balked, "...the hell." Looking up, she saw that the hand was attached to the green eyed boy, who was smiling. "Harry Potter," he said.

She took his hand, "Melissa Agar."

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this is only chapter one and this will be a dramaromance. some things will be changed and will most likly be posted and taken off again before i get her how i like her and not to be a marry sue! yes i realise that she seams like a hell spawn marry sue but i'm working on it!

see you guys