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A/N: Well, this is my first fan fiction story. Enjoy, and please review.

Chapter One:

Every word he spoke cut through her like knives.

"We… we weren't meant to be together. It just can't happen. We're so… different, you and me. I'm sorry. Goodbye."

He left her there with nothing but an empty heart, walked away, and never looked back. She almost refused to believe his words. 'Why did he do this to me?' she thought to herself as the tears began to fall down her face. She couldn't move. She could hardly breathe. And yet, she could not stop thinking. Not that minute, that hour, or that day.

For weeks, she could only think of him. The only guy she had ever met that she could trust. The bonds she thought they would share for eternity were stripped away in seconds.

Kaye had always struggled with her emotions, but compared to what had happened to her in the past, this was the all-time worst. She would always love a little too much, and would eventually force herself to get out of the whole relationship, for fear of getting hurt.

She wasn't afraid of spiders, or ghosts, or monsters. She wasn't afraid of scary movies, or even strange people.
What she was most afraid of was herself.

Her own mind was her worst enemy. Her own thoughts often threw herself into depression, threatening to push her over the line of insanity. It had been this way since she was twelve years old.

This summer, she met a guy. She was seventeen, and was definitely allowed to meet guys now. She was by herself on the beach, snapping photographs of every angle of the waves, when a hand tapped her shoulder. She turned, and there he was.
Mr. Perfection, smiling and handsome.

How could she refuse when he offered her to play a game of volleyball? Of course, she kicked his butt, thanks to her years of practice from being on her school's varsity volleyball team. But never-the-less, she had a great time.

He took her out every night. They would have coffee, or dinner, and they'd play arcade games, and have sand-fights along the beach. And every moment they spent together, whether they were talking, laughing, or just looking into each other's eyes, she felt closer to him. Closer than anyone she had ever known.

Slowly, she began to tear down the walls protecting herself from truly loving anyone. And then, two weeks later, he left her to weep in her own ruins.

Kaye got up from her bed quickly, not trusting herself to dwell on those thoughts. She dressed and headed out the door.

As she turned facing the street after locking the door, she spotted a creature with a peculiar item in its beak. A brown, spotted owl was holding an envelope.

'How strange... those kinds of owls don't live in Florida... and they definitely don't carry letters.' She thought to herself.

The owl approached her cautiously, unsure of her unfamiliar face. It dropped the letter from its beak a few feet away from her, and then flew off.

She picked up the envelope and examined it. It was made out of an old-fashioned kind of paper, and even had a wax seal on it. She didn't understand what the seal meant, so she ignored it and tore it off. Unfolding the letter, she began to read:

Dear Miss Bains,

You have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of all books and equipment for the year, along with directions to Diagon Alley and the Hogwarts Express. Normally, you would have attended this school much earlier. However, the circumstances changed, and it was decided that you should attend at a later age.

The Hogwarts term begins on September 1st. Please reply no later than July 31st.

Respectfully,

Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" Kaye shouted, ignoring the rude stares at her from across the street. "IS THIS A JOKE?"
She was simply infuriated. How could someone think she was so naive? As if she were stupid enough to fall for this prank.

'A school? Of 'Witchcraft and Wizardry'? That's impossible! There's no such thing!' she thought angrily to herself. Without giving the idea any more thought, she stuffed the parchment into her purse and stormed off, not caring where she ended up.

A/N: Well, that's the first chapter. How'm I doing? Please, review!