Chapter One- Mix Up In the Admissions Office

Disclaimer: I dnt own any of the HP characters. I wish I did though. Sandra is my own character though so dnt take her. Jeez, freakign people cnt even come up w/ their own stories. Just roll over and die.

She slowly looked over her shoulder and sighed. "How could I have been so stupid?" she silently wondered, feeling the tears spring to her eyes. "How could I have been so cruel and thoughtless? I never meant to hurt him. He loved me unconditionally and yet I hurt him so much. And now I'll never be able to talk to him again." Through the tears and rain she saw the newly turned earth and mourned the object of her affections that she had so thoughtlessly killed. It was all her fault. Everything was her fault. I have to leave. I can't stay here anymore. With that last thought, she left the cemetery in search of a new life.

Sandra Perfeci forget-me-not Amor Rosa Serena Acosta was considered one of the most beautiful girls in the world. At a ripe 13, she had been in various fashion shows and was renown for her wit and kindness. At 14 she became world famous for her participation in various charity events and for the amount of money she donated to orphanages and shelters that she earned from her modeling career. However, at 15, her life drastically changed. She met him. She fell hopelessly in love with him and found herself looking forward to each day knowing she could spend every waking moment with him. His green eyes and windswept hair and with his cheerful smile made her laugh everyday. But he was gone now. And their was nothing she could do to bring him back.

Sandra looked at the letter on her kitchen table as she swept back her beautiful, luscious, succulent, raven, heavenly, piquant, obsidian hair. Sandra had lived by herself in an upscale apartment on the 34th floor in New York City after she could live on her own using her checks from her various modeling jobs. She was an orphan who had been found on the steps of St. Vincent de Paul's doorstep and never had a family to call her own. All that she had accomplished in life was hard earned and justly hers. Though she had tragically never known her parents, she still found inner strength and determination to go from day to day in the cruel universe which we call our own.

She shook her beautiful, luscious, succulent, raven, heavenly, piquant, obsidian ringlets away from her beautiful, luscious, succulent, heavenly, piquant, provocative, sun kissed, bewitching, and alluring face and sighed as it had no effect whatsoever and her hair fell back into its previous position. She eyed the letter and concluded that it was another invitation to a fashion show. The directors tended to use a beautiful cream colored paper that was expensive and eye catching. She slit the envelope open and began to read, amazed at what she saw.

Dear Ms. Sandra Perfeci forget-me-not Amor Rosa Serena Acosta,

As the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I would like to offer my utmost apologies at not having sent this letter earlier. It appears that owing to a mix up at the admissions portion of our school, you were not admitted as you were supposed to have been six years ago. Though you will have only a year at our school, we thought it for the best if you would come because we have found that you have enormous potential and would surely be a great addition to our school. All of your schoolbooks and uniform are waiting for you at school and await your arrival. Please do not worry about not having learned any of the material covered prior to your acceptance as we have included a spell that you can say which will automatically copy all information into your head. You are currently an seventh year at Hogwarts and the school year will start next week so please catch the next flight over.

Warm regards,

Albus Dumbledore, headmaster

Sandra reread the letter and almost fainted. Here was her escape that she had been looking for! It would be a way to get her mind away from him. Perhaps now she could forget her guilt. She searched the inside of the envelope and removed the other piece of paper with shaking hands. It was short spell written in the same beautiful script that the letter had been penned with. Her beautiful voice quivering with excitement, Sandra read the spell:

Let me have the knowledge that is rightfully mine,

Let the thoughts flow to me like wine,

Let Granger's thoughts fill the magical void

That has been, until now, completely devoid

Sandra immediately felt the effects and began to convulse in agony as a searing pain began to tear through her perfectly unwrinkled forehead. She gasped as thoughts and memories not her own flew at her from every direction.

She is a young girl standing by herself apart from the other children. She feels jealous of their laughter as she clutches her stuffed animal.

An immense sense of lonliness floods her as she watches a young raven-haired boy smiling at a girl with hair that matches his own.

That same boy smiling again, except this time at her and her heart filling with joy and love.

A round faced boy staring confused at a cauldron while she instructs him on what to add to make his sleeping potion stronger.

She gracefully waves her wand as a multicolored ribbon sprouts from the end and lazily spins itself into letters. The words " love appear and she hastily dispels it before anyone sees, and blushes at the thought of the object of her affections.

Her mother kissing her goodnight and assuring her that she is normal. "The other children don't understand, Hermione. Don't worry. You'll find your're place in life and it will be in a greater place that this."

Sandra fell to the kitchen floor with the paper containing the spell still clutched in her perfectly manicured hand and fainted as the pain washed over her. She was gone before even hitting the floor and did not notice as her hair began to change from its ebony color to a rich, beautiful, creamy, graceful, dreamy, pulchritudinous, radiant, ravishing sepia color reminiscent of a highly polished bronze statue. She lay on the floor with her hair tumbled across her face as the light played with the newly colored strands.

A/N I hope u guyz relly like mah fanfic! Itz the first one ive ever written! Please RR OK guyz? N plz, no flames cuz I hate it when ppl critisise meh! Like I know y'all r jealus but seriously, try to be nice about it! Itz mah 1st fic! GYAD.To Natalie: I cnt believe u said Sandra iz a Sue! She iz SO not a Sue. She has so many problems and issues that she has to deal w/. Im not going to say more cux that will give the story away. Itz going to get SO good. Even though u called her a Sue, thanks for being mah beta reader!

HuGz N kIsSeS,
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-IvY-