Baby, look at me
And tell me what you see
You ain't seen the best of me yet
Give me time and I'll make you forget the rest

I got a story
And you can set it free
I can catch the moon in my hand
Don't you know who I am?
Remember my name:

Fame, I'm gonna live forever
I'm gonna learn how to fly high
I feel it coming together
People will see me and die
Fame, I'm gonna make it to heaven
Light up the sky like a flame
Fame, I'm gonna live forever
Baby, remember my name
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Stacy Arrons was not your typical ten year old to begin with. She had been born into one of Hollywood's favorite families. Her father was a popular director and her mother was an award winning actress. Her family was seen as the ideal American family.
Stacy had been into acting since before she could walk. She had started small. A few commercials here and there. By the time she was four, she had been given her first major acting role. When she was eight, she had been cast into "The War", the biggest movie Hollywood had seen in years. [A/N: That was for you, Christine.] She had won the Oscar for Outstanding Supporting Actress in a Motion Picture for her role as the main character's daughter in "The War".
Her mother had cried when she won. She had hugged Stacy so hard she couldn't breath for a minute after she let go. Stacy couldn't remember much about the ceremony. Her mother had made her wear a pink dress that was a smaller version of her own dress and a pair of itchy tights. She remembered posing for countless photos with her parents before the Oscars. The press loved her family. After she had her picture taken by every major newspaper and magazine in the country, Stacy had gone into the building with her parents. Her award was one of the first few given. After accepting it, and causing the whole crowd to buzz about how precious she was, she had gone into the press room for the standard interviews. When she was done with the press conference, she had gone back to the auditorium to sit with her parents. Stacy fell asleep about ten minutes after her return.
Hollywood was a vicious town. That was one of the first facts of life Natalie Arrons had taught her daughter. She always said if you can make it here, you can make it anywhere. Stacy didn't have the same thirst for fame as her parents. Her mother adored the spotlight and took every possible oppurtunity to be in it. She had a huge fan following, and an egually large group that despised her.
While Natalie was about as American as you can get, Tom Arrons had been born and raised in London. He moved to California when he was nineteen to follow his dream of being a director. Natalie and Tom met at a studio where she was making her first movie when they were both twenty one. They were married a year later. Stacy was born two years after their marriage on June 20, 1995.
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"Stacy!" Natalie Arrons yelled. "Hurry up!"
Stacy sighed. Some birthday this was turning out to be. Her mother had woken her up at six a.m. to go to a charity breakfast for famous mothers and daughters. Stacy hated the sort of people who attended these affairs. Everyone pinched her cheeks and squealed about how adorable she was and how she looked just like her mother. It was enough to make Stacy want to run away from home.
After breakfast, her mother had taken her to the mall for a special birthday shopping spree. The whole mall had virtually stopped when the pair came in. People rushed toward them to get their autographs and pictures. Stacy had cowered behind her mother as she signed an autograph for all 137- Stacy had counted- of the people. It always amazed Stacy how people reacted to her mother and now to her as well. No matter where they went someone recognized one of them. Stacy often dreamed of going somewhere no one had ever heard of her. Somewhere she could blend in and just be Stacy, not the famous Stacy Arrons of the legendary Arrons family. Little did Stacy know, she was about to get her wish.
"Stacy!" Her mother bellowed. "We're leaving. The reservations are in thirty minutes."
Stacy sighed again and looked at herself in the mirror. Her mousy brown hair was held up with a blue ribbon. She had "borrowed" some of her mother's lip gloss, so her mouth was extra pink. Stacy was glad her mother had let her pick out her own clothes for once. Her mother normally insisted on choosing her clothes because she was afraid Stacy would end up on a list of the worst dressed celebrities if she didn't. Stacy was wearing her favorite blue sweater and a long black skirt with a pair of black sandles. The outfit almost made her feel like a normal girl, not her mother's doll.
"Stacy!" Her mother screamed.
"I'm coming!" Stacy called. Heaven forbid Natalie Arrons be more than fashionably late for dinner reservations. It would be the talk of the nation.
The front door swung open as Stacy reached the bottom of the stairs. "Dad!" She cried in surprise. "What are you doing here?"
Her father grinned at her. "What do you mean 'what am I doing here'? I live here, silly."
Stacy grinned back. "I thought you were shooting that movie in Austrailia."
"Well," He replied. "I was, but then I got to thinking. What's more important, some soon-to-be huge blockbuster or my favorite daughter's eleventh birthday?"
"I'm your only daughter!" Stacy laughed.
Just then, Natalie hurried into the room carrying the mail. "Look, Stacy," She exclaimed happily. "All my friends sent you birthday cards. Here's one from Melanie Serta. Oh, and she sent you tickets to her concert here next week. You'll have to send her a thank you letter. Here's one from-"
"What's that?" Stacy asked, eyeing an envelope that her mother had just dropped. It said:


Ms. S. Arrons
The Blue Bedroom
87 Lake View Drive
Hollywood
USA

Curiously, Stacy opened the envelope as her mother continued to prattle on about all of the marvelous birthday cards her respectable friends had sent.
The envelope held two pieces of paper. The top one read:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Ms. Arrons,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

It was signed by the school's Deputy Headmistress, Minerva McGonagall.
The other paper was a list of supplies which included a wand and a cauldron. Stacy stared at the letter for a minute before saying, "Is this a joke?"
Her mother stopped her endless chatter and frowned at her. "Stacy, what have I told you about interrupting people?"
"Is what a joke?" Her father asked and took the letter from her. A large grin spread across his face as he read it. "You got in!" He exclaimed happily.
Natalie snatched the letter from him. "A school of witchcraft and wizardry!" She laughed. "You can't be serious."
"I went there," Tom said proudly. "I didn't think they accepted Americans. I suppose they made an exception for you, Stace."
Natalie and Stacy looked at him strangely.
"You went there, Dad?" Stacy asked.
"How do you think I got all those cool special effects for my movies?" He winked at Stacy.
"Well, you won't be going there," Natalie spoke up. "You're filming a movie this fall. You couldn't possibly go to a school in England when you're supposed to be here."
"Of course she's going, Natalie," Tom replied calmly. "It's the chance of a lifetime and Stacy's true calling."
Natalie looked like she was going to fight the subject, but instead gasped loudly as she looked at her watch. "Come on!" She shouted shrilly. "We're late!" She opened the door and dashed out the door.
Tom and Stacy followed her laughing.
"Do you think I'll like it there?" Stacy asked her father.
"You'll love it," Tom replied. "It's a wonderful school. The very best for learning magic."
Stacy smiled to herself as she climbed into the family limousine. Maybe this birthday hadn't been so bad afterall.
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The world got smaller and smaller as the airplane lifted up into the sky. Stacy rested her head back against her seat. It had been three weeks since her birthday and she was finally going to London to get her school supplies. Her father had wrapped up his movie in Austrailia and was more than willing to help her ready to go to Hogwarts.
Her mother was another story though. Natalie wasn't upset anymore, just embarrassed that her daughter had pulled out of a movie deal- even if Stacy had never been formally involved with the movie. Stacy had hoped her mother would come with them, but Natalie had declined, saying she had too much work to do at home and she couldn't possibly leave the country now. Her father endearingly said Natalie was a muggle and would be overwhelmed by what they were going to do in London.
The flight was a peaceful one. Stacy enjoyed the feeling of soaring through the sky, as long as they didn't go through any storms. They landed in London around eight at night. Tom's mother Roxanna- also a Hogwarts graduate- was waiting to greet them at the gate when they came out.
"Tom!" She cried. Roxanna ran up to her family members and hugged them. "Stacy!" She exclaimed, admiring her granddaughter. "You've grown. You must be taller than your mother now." Stacy smiled at this. She had always been short until over the summer when she had a small growth spurt.
"Where can we get some food?" Tom demanded. "I'm starving."
"We just ate on the plane," Stacy said.
"Well, I'm a growing boy," Her father joked. "Did you cook dinner, Mom?"
Roxanna laughed. "Don't I always? Let's go back to my house and eat."

Rain poured all across London as Stacy and her father made their way toward Diagon Alley after a quick breakfast.
"Do you know where we're going?" Stacy asked anxiously. None of the stores they were passing looked like they sold the sort of things she needed for school.
Tom laughed. "Of course I do. Went there every year for seven years to get my supplies."
The walked silently through the London streets for about ten minutes after that until they reached a small, old-looking tavern. Tom pulled Stacy inside.
"This is the Leaky Cauldron," He told her. "We go through here to get to Diagon Alley."
Stacy followed her father to the back of the tavern where he tapped a brick with what Stacy assumed was his wand. To her surprise, the wall opened and an archway formed leading to an alley with shops.
Tom pulled the supplies list out of his pocket and studied it for a minute. "Let's go get your books first," He suggested.
They spent the rest of the morning buying everything from magic books to Stacy's Hogwarts' robes to her wand. Stacy loved her wand right away. It was one of the prettiest things she'd ever seen. It was a foot long, made from a cedar tree, and contained a unicorn hair. Stacy loved how it was shiny. She couldn't wait to learn how to use it.
They were about to leave Diagon Alley, when her father exclaimed, "You need an animal!" He grabbed Stacy's hand and led her to Eeylops Owl Emporium.
Fifteen minutes later, they left the store with a snowy white baby owl. Stacy decided to name the owl Ana, after the character she had played in "The War".
"Tom!" A man yelled as he ran up to them. "How are you? I haven't seen you around here lately."
Tom grinned at the man. "Jacob, how are things? How's your family?"
"They're great," Jacob answered. "I'm just here getting my son, Benjamin," He gestered to a boy who was standing with a group of other boys outside Ollivanders. "Ready for school. He's going to start his first year at Hogwarts in September."
"Really?" Tom replied. "So's Stacy." He put a hand on his daughter's shoulder.
"Dad!" Benjamin called as he ran over to his father. "Do you have five Knuts? They're selling Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans for one Knut per bag!"
Jacob reached into his pocket and fished out five bronze coins for his son. Benjamin started to leave, when Jacob said, "Why don't you take Stacy with you?"
"Stacy who?" Benjamin asked, looking around.
"Tom's daughter," Jacob replied. He glared at his son as if to say 'be nice'.
Benjamin rolled his eyes and muttered, "Come on."
Stacy turned bright red and followed him after her father had handed her a couple Knuts. She hated meeting new people. After all of her experiences growing up in Hollywood, one would think she would be used to it. But, Stacy had always been more content to stand in the background. She was only outgoing when she was acting. There was something about pretending to be someone else that brought her out of her shell.
"Who's she?" one of the three boys Benjamin had been with earlier asked as they walked into the candy store.
Stacy took a deep breath. "I'm Stacy Arrons."
"I'm Peter Trey," The boy said cheerfully. "That's Justin Taylor and that's Greg Adams." He told her as he pointed to the other boys. "I guess you know Ben Wright already."
Stacy greeted all of the boys and followed them up to the Bertie Bott's table. It was strange meeting people her age who didn't beg her for her autograph or talk to her like she was below them. It was almost like the boys had never heard of her.
"Where do you live?" Peter asked Stacy.
Stacy looked at him in surprise. She thought everyone knew about her family. "I live in Hollywood."
"Where's that?" Peter asked. Her surprise must have obvious because Peter turned slightly pink and said, "I'm really bad at geography."
"It's in California," Stacy informed him.
"So, you're from the U.S. then," Justin stated.
"Yeah, that's where my family lives. Except my grandmother."
"Are your parents Muggles?" Greg inquired.
"My mother is. My father's a wizard though." Stacy almost laughed out loud. They were almost as bad as some of the reporters she had had the pleasure of being interviewed by. If they asked her if she had a boyfriend or if she really got along with her parents, she was going to suggest they get a job with "Entertainment Weekly".
The conversation changed then as the boys started discussing something called Quidditch. From what Stacy picked up from their discussion, Quidditch was sort of like the Wizarding world's equivalent to basketball.
"Why can't first years be on the house Quidditch teams?" Greg complained.
"I know," Justin agreed. "There hasn't been a first year player since Harry Potter."
"What house do you want to be in?" Peter asked Stacy.
"House?" She asked, a note of confusion in her voice.
"I hope I'm in Gryffindor," Benjamin said. "That has to be the best house."
"As long as I don't get Slytherin I'm happy," Greg stated.
"What are you talking about?" Stacy asked. She was starting to wish her father had told her more about Hogwarts and the Wizarding world.
"There are four houses at Hogwarts," Justin told her.
"You're put in the one that fits your personality best," Benjamin finished.
"Do they give you a personality test or something?" Stacy asked. She suddenly pictured herself being given one of those tests in her mother's beauty magazines that were called something like 'How Jealous Are You?' or 'Are You A Fashion Victim?'. Somehow that didn't seem right.
"We don't know," Justin said. "My cousin says it's really hard though."
"Stacy!" Her father called as he walked into the store. "Ready? Our flight leaves in three hours."
Stacy picked up her bag of candy and said good-bye to the boys.
She was just out the door when she heard Peter yell, "See you September 1st!"
She grinned and waved at them through the window. She couldn't wait for school to start.

To Be Continued...

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series. It belongs to J.K. Rowling and Scholastic. The beginning is the song Fame from the movie Fame, which I also do not own. I'm not sure who does, but it's not mine.

Author's Notes:
Thanks for reading this! I hope you liked it. Please review. I want to know whether anyone likes it, so I know whether to continue it or not.
I'm not sure if I'm going to have Harry, Ron, Hermione, or any of the other characters appear in the story. The teachers will in the next part. I might work the other characters in later. I'll see.
I got the idea of this because I thought it would be interesting to have someone who's the opposite of Harry. Stacy's famous in the Muggle world, but no one's heard of her in the Wizard world.
Ok, that's it. Please review, but don't flame it. If you have something negative to say, be nice about it, please. =)
Oh, and sorry for any spelling and grammar mistakes. I'm sure there are several...
- Hope