I want to start writing this story again, but I'm going to edit it all first so that I can reread what I've written and get back into it since it's been so long. But this summer there will definitely be a few updates.

I know you hate these but read it anyways. It saves both of us trouble in the end.

Rating: I can't really decide. I'm going to go with T for teen right now. There will be snogging and reference to sexual content and same sex and opposite sex relations later but for the first while it will mainly be snogging. Also, there will be swearing. If you think I should 'up' my rating (or 'down' it) just let me know.

Relationships: Mild Hermione/Ron but its not major and its not the topic of this story. The actual topic: Draco/? OR Harry/? The question mark being the person who I am creating for this story. I haven't decided which way I want the story to go yet.

Disclaimer: The characters, settings, etc are ALL J.K. Rowling's. Though I did make up the specific plot and pretty much the main character in this story (Elizabeth Moon). Because I'm lazy, I invoke my right to make this disclaimer affective for all chapters updated henceforth in this story, unless I make something else and want to take credit.

Summary: A muggle girl somehow stumbles into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry on the eve of the Welcome Feast in Harry and Draco's 6th year. How did she find it? Why can she not remember her life? Including her parents? What chaos will ensure when the two lifetime rivals both take a liking for her but in different senses? How will she, a muggle, react to this magical place? What destiny does she hold and what makes her truly unique? Only one-way to know, and that's reading my fan fiction!

Note: This wasn't meant to be a MarySue, I just love making up characters to mix up the plot of the normal stories I'm writing a fanfic about, but "apparently" this is a MarySue so yeah. I think MarySues are meant to be these perfect characters meant to be the person writing/reading so that they can imagine being in that situation or something. Well, Elizabeth isn't perfect but if you want to imagine being her, that's cool, always makes a story more fun that way.

Final but Important Rambling (even if your ignoring the rest of this, read this): Ok, so this is in book 6. Draco isn't evil; Snape and Lucius are spies for the Light so Draco doesn't have a mission (this is a HBP spoiler…………………………………..) ok. So Draco doesn't have a mission to kill Dumbledore and all that stuff that happens in book 6. And because I want a happy fan fiction…no Horcruxes in this one. If you want that, check out my other fan fiction. So just ignore book 6 and Draco isn't evil. Finally, with point of view, it will be switching between Elizabeth, Draco and Harry, but I'll try to make it as clear as humanly possible.

Thanks for reading all that junk. I know how you feel, I am a proud reader of fan fiction as well but it is important junk so thanks for your time. You would have been very confused if you hadn't read it. If you have questions just review with them. Actually…review anyway. It takes 2-3 minutes tops and it really helps the author. :-D

OneWhoSitsWithTheTurtles

This had to be the best weather that had ever been surrounding the Great Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry on the Welcome Feast. Every year it seemed as if someone had planned for the earth to be soaked with rain, or blown about by strong headwinds, but tonight was perfect. The summer heat was putting up a strong fight against the September air and made the temperature a comfortable warmth. The slight breeze seemed there simply to be there, not to torment or make lives difficult. This was definitely a great first day of school for Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy and all the other students being carried up to the large oak doors in supposedly nothing-drawn carriages.

Harry was so happy to be back home; the Dursleys had been over-annoying this year for some strange reason. Maybe because Harry had grown a few more inches and now stood as tall as Dudley the pig…he hadn't realized pigs could stand on their hind legs. He was now a reasonable 5 feet 7 inches but still very lanky except for his few Quidditch muscles from 5th year. As the oak doors opened and he followed Hermione and Ron into the Great Hall, his green eyes sparkled with happiness.

Draco had his arms folded across his chest as he looked around the Great Hall, trying desperately to tune out Pansy and Blaise. This year was going to be hell. His father was still doing well as a spy for the bloody Dark Lord, as was Severus, but the other Slytherins who were being loyal sheep to the bastard were placing more and more strain on the blonde. As Draco's eyes caught sight of the stupidly grinning Potter sitting down at the Gryffindork table, he had a strong urge to bang his head on the table. He stopped himself, remembering that it would be totally un-Malfoyish. This certainly wouldn't do even if this would be the worst year ever.

All chatter stopped abruptly as Dumbledore walked slowly but cheerfully to the podium, crystal blue eyes twinkling with seeing so many new faces. "Another year is upon us, let us begin with the Sorting so we can get on with our dinners as I am sure you are all anxious to get up to your dormitories."

With that, the old man of 150 or so sat back down at the center chair of the teacher's table as if he were a boy of 12. Minerva McGonagall strode purposefully into the Great Hall, followed by this year's group of 1st years getting ready to be sorted. Some looked anxious, some looked frightened…some looked downright ready to puke as they followed the strict Transfiguration teacher to the three-legged stool at the front.

"Now when I call your name, you will come forth, and I shall place the Sorting Hat upon your head…" she explained and then slowly she began to call out the students names alphabetically. Finally she was done with Waters, Carolyn and as the young girl practically skipped to the Gryffindor table, the Deputy Headmistress moved the stool and Sorting Hat off to the side.

Looking around, Harry noted 11 new Ravenclaws, 10 new Hufflepuffs, 12 new Slytherins (just great) and 12 new Gryffindors as well. He turned his head to the bushy haired girl next to him as Hermione began to spew information. "Its really odd, the Sorting Hat always goes motionless after its done sorting until the next year…but its still moving see?" She pointed at the wiggling patched hat on the stool. She was right; it was indeed…quite mobile.

The trio was cut off from further conversation as the Headmaster moved to take his place once more at the podium. The other whispers from purebloods and knowledge people such as Hermione slowly died as they too explained the oddness of it all to the others who were being… 'Slow on the draw'.

"To those who are new, welcome. To those who are returning, welcome back. This year will be filled with exciting new learings of magical skills. I must remind you that war is on our doorstep…and although we lock the door, it persists in knocking on a regular basis. Please do not travel alone, and keep in mind that the Forbidden forest is…forbidden."

Harry, Hermione and Ron shared knowing smirks at Dumbledore's last comment but turned back as he continued. "The 6th floor will be out of bounds until further notice due to the wonderful swamp which as popped up there." Dumbledore smiled at the two Weasley twins as they began to snicker. "Finally, Quidditch tryouts for all those who are interested will be postponed until the new Quidditch captains are prepared to being them. Now, please enjoy the wonderful feast and get a goodnight's sleep for classes tomorrow. Now everyone, tuck in-"

Everyone turned around, looking for the source of the interruption and it was quickly discovered that a young girl of 16 or so was standing in the Great Hall entrance doors looking totally and completely lost. Albus quickly recovered and cleared his throat to stop the loud chatter. "Hello, how may I help you?" he asked across the hall.

The young girl's blue/gray eyes widened and she began shaking her head, seeming to completely ignore the floating candles, pointed wizard hats, and enchanted ceiling. "I don't know if you could help me…maybe tell me where the nearest phone is?" she asked timidly, turning slightly pink with all the eyes fixed on her but standing tall and straight.

"Would you mind coming up here Ms?" he inquired his hand in front of the teacher's table and gave some gesture, which somehow asked her for a name.

"Moon, Elizabeth Moon," she said soundly as she began to walk hesitantly but purposefully to the front of the hall between the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables, completely tuning out the stares and whispers as she held her head high.

As she walked, Draco's eyes followed her, much to his dismay but he couldn't help it. She was gorgeous. He wrinkled his nose prettily at her long red hair but found he could not really remember why he had ever hated red hair in the first place. Her hair seemed a mix between copper and auburn red and fell to just below her shoulders in a few dainty but not overdone ringlets. He was happy to see that she did not possess freckles on her small, slightly tanned, slightly ivory nose or cheeks. She had relatively high cheekbones, which showed class, along with the way she carried herself. He was quite impressed that she could keep her cool with so many eyes on her…

Harry couldn't stop himself staring. She was beautiful! She carried herself slightly like the prat Malfoy did, but there seemed to be something softer, more caring and warm to it. She was in muggle clothes, well picked for her figure. She had black sweatpants with one red and two white strips down the legs on for comfort but they hugged her thighs and fanned out by the feet, almost completely covering the pale-blue flip-flops underneath. Her t-shirt wrapped around her upper body snugly but not overly so, just a little tighter than complete comfort mode and it had a picture of what he thought was a hibiscus flower on the right side… (A/N: Look up a picture of the flower its like the Hawaii or some island flower. Its really pretty so just look up a picture quickly)

Her jewelry was something to be desired, the blonde thought with the tiniest of smiles as he looked at the items she displayed as she passed by his line of vision. She had been wearing some sort of silver chain with three circles linked together, the 3 resting just above the beginning of her chest area, bouncing as she walked. She was also wearing some tacky thing on her right wrist; two jelly-type bracelets, one blue and the other green, twisted together staying snugly around her wrist…

But what really caught Harry's attention and interest as the girl passed by him as he got a quick glimpse of her face was her pale eyebrows and eyes. They looked blue one second and then a silvery gray the next. The fascinating part was the scar that ran from the bottom of her right eyebrow in the very center down over her eyelid, which was visible when she blinked, down to her high cheekbone. Who was this girl? Harry had to get to know her…

Everyone was silent, the quiet almost suffocating as the mystery girl stopped in front of the now seated Headmaster. "Who are your parents and how did you happen across here Ms. Moon?" Dumbledore asked politely with an encouraging smile.

Not bothering to keep her voice down seeing as everyone would be listening anyways, she spoke confidently although her answer surprised herself as well as everyone else. "I'm…I don't know. I don't remember how I got here…or whom my parents are…" she suddenly realized that she remembered next to nothing about herself and family. It also felt weird to say 'my parents are…' she wasn't sure why.

"Well, this is very interesting. What do you remember?" Albus had his hands steepled and his eyebrows were furrowed in concentration.

"My name, my age, my birthday… I think I remember going to a school called Frankston Academy for Youth…and…yeah…" she broke off, highly embarrassed and very frustrated.

"Ms. Moon, I would guess you are 16 years of age?" the redhead nodded, "and your birthday?"

"March 21st, 1980," (A/N: remember I'm going along with proper timelines because this is the year Harry was born so if I make mistakes forgive me). Why could she not remember anything? It was like everything was positioned on the tip of her tongue, but the act of trying to translate the information into something she knew erased it. She self-consciously turned a slightly deeper shade of pink.

"And Frankston Academy for Youth…is this a magic school?" Dumbledore asked outright, ignoring Minerva's hissing in his ear about not asking a question of someone who could very well be a muggle.

"Magic? I wish! We had math and history; you know…the normal school stuff. No magic though," she answered warily and then suddenly realized the floating candles and enchanted ceiling. She turned yet a deeper shade of pink but swallowed and kept her calm.

'Wow, this girl can really keep herself calm. She's obviously a muggle and she just found out about us…and she's not even freaking out. She's not ranting that it's impossible, or screaming and running for her life. Who is this girl?' Quite a few people shared the same thought after this, teachers and students alike…though with slightly different wording and terminology. Some of these being Draco, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Albus, and Minerva.

"As you have just found out, this is a magical school where we teach different types and forms of magical skill. If you would be interested…you could stay here and learn until your memory comes back," he eyes twinkled with mischief and hidden ideas. The teachers who had a clear view of Elizabeth's eyes were startled as the girl's gray/blue eyes visibly changed to take on a few green streaks along with the solid colour.

"But, I don't know how to do magic," the green streaks quickly diminished at her own disappointment.

"Are you sure, have you never made anything happen when you were angry…or scared?" Albus prodded, the feelings and ideas quickly becoming solid and whole.

"Well…yes. But I don't think it's magic," the tiniest tinge of green came back into the eyes as hope was reborn.

"Very well, I think it is safe to say that you can stay for as long as you wish. First on the agenda, getting you sorted into a house for your stay," he nodded to the Transfiguration teacher and she got up to retrieve the Sorting Hat while the Great Hall erupted into loud whispers.

She was staying? Draco had to hold himself down from bouncing but he quickly recovered and his pretty face was taken over by a slight scowl. 'Why should I care? Stupid muggle…even if she was drop-dead gorgeous…I mean! No! She's a mudblood! I don't care if she's staying! Just another glaring target…' he continued his inner battle as the Slytherin boys and a few girls began eagerly talking about how best to talk to the new girl.

She was staying? Harry was overjoyed. He just had a feeling that this girl would get what he had been through. He wanted to get to know her; he wanted to be her friend. He had never had anyone to discuss things with that didn't know about his scar or Voldemort or any of that. This girl would understand and he just knew it was true. 'She's great looking too, that's always a bonus! Who cares? I want to be her friend, not her boyfriend…' Harry was cut off by Hermione's continuous squabble.

"I don't know how she got in here. Remember I told you? In Hogwarts: A History, it says that there are tons of wards to keep out any and all muggles, which she quite obviously is. So how did she get in here? Why can she not remember anything? Did the wards do that or do you think something happened before she found the school or-" Ron covered her mouth with a kiss and that quickly shut her up.

Thankful for the quiet, Harry didn't nudge the two into surfacing until Professor McGonagall had replaced the stool in the center of the room in front of Dumbledore and the redheaded Elizabeth sat down on it, practically trembling with excitement. As the Gryffindor head of house slipped the still wiggling Sorting Hat over her eyes, the whole hall dropped into baited silence, wondering what the hat would choose.

"I had a feeling that someone else was to be sorted tonight, and here you are Ms. Moon. Quite a magical name you possess. I'm sure you are very proud of it. But onto more pressing matters of where to put you during your stay here with us…" the hat talked to Elizabeth so only she could here.

Some spell let her speak through thoughts back, "This is all very odd, but so exciting! Who is the nice older man? And why did he let me stay here when I don't have magical ability?"

"Oh, I think you have much magical ability that you do not yet know of, but give it time. The man is Headmaster of this school: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and his name is Albus Dumbledore. I think it polite for you to call him 'sir' or 'professor' when speaking to him…"

"Yes sir," she silently giggled.

"I'm very flattered Ms. Moon but I am a mere hat with extraordinary powers. Now without further ado…where. Where would you fit that would best serve your purpose here?" it began to muse over the different houses and which would best suit her 'destiny's' needs.

"Destiny? How can I have a destiny when I don't even remember my parents?" Elizabeth screwed up her eyes, hidden under the hat brim, trying to recall something…anything but it just slipped further from her sub-conscious grasp.

"Have no fear, it will come in time. Destiny has an odd way of working that way. Now…you would do well in Ravenclaw…very good at studying and loves to learn…but your loyalty and power of friendship makes the choice an obvious Hufflepuff. Yet…you possess many of the qualities prized by Slytherin…and the same goes for Gryffindor. So I think it is safe to say that you should be placed in all houses…but what would be best fitting?"

Everyone was getting anxious. It had never in Hogwarts history taken this long for a sorting. Something was wrong. The girl didn't even move or twitch. If they hadn't seen her chest rising and falling with small breathes, many would have gone up to rescue her…including two rivals. It was amazing that the blonde and black haired boys had hated each other since the first day of their first year, yet they shared very similar thoughts on many different things…

"It doesn't really matter, I'll go wherever you think is best. I don't know anything about any of the houses…" Elizabeth could have sworn the hat had chuckled.

"Yes my dear, that is one of the reasons you have been chosen with this destiny…you will not judge because you have no basis to judge on. It all depends on where I put you. There are inner-house feuds, especially between Gryffindor and Slytherin and if I place you wrong…I may make your job harder…by the mere feelings of spite and prejudice."

"So its safe for me to assume that you know what my destiny is?" the hat laughed, "Is it to watch the house fights on the side-lines to learn more about inner-house relationships and prejudice and all that?"

"No Elizabeth Moon, that is not your destiny. Let's just say that you will be in more of a position of a referee." The Sorting Hat began to talk aloud, "I think I shall place you, Elizabeth Moon in…"