When I own Harry Potter, Elvis will a. get reincarnated and b. turn into a Stormtrooper for Star Wars, which I don't own either. What I do own is an expander that gives me migraines.

I have the strangest dreams. I know this because I checked with Angelina AND Alicia, and both of them said that they don't dream about pink llamas mutating into chocolate chip cookies. Or giant frogs. According to Unfogging the Future, that freaky book I still have from Divination, the first dream means that I'll be moving to another place unexpectedly, and the second means I'm going to start eating pizza with ketchup and hot sauce. (I despise hot sauce.) And since the only reason I passed that particular class was because I, when finding out that Harry and Ron had a, ahem, talent, for making up things that Trelawney liked, bribed them with Honeydukes Chocolate to help me with my homework. And I may or may not have convinced Fred to give me a certain baby picture of Ron, but I don't mention that anymore, because Ron now is like six inches taller than me and a lot more muscled.

But the weirder dream I had recently was of getting completely sloshed with Angelina and then waking up somewhere that isn't exactly my paint splattered bed. (Reminder: never let the Weasley twins near my brother Aidan's old paintball stuff if I ever move somewhere else and they ah, "help me move in".) But that, I'm sure was completely and utterly another of my twisted dreams. I mean, how could that ever had happened?

"Katie! Oh my god Katie!"

I have found, over the years, that Alicia has a tend towards the dramatic. I, however, have a tend towards paint covered bedrooms…and the rest of the flat.

It wasn't my fault. Kinda. Just because I threw green paint onto the ceiling doesn't mean anything. Besides, it's easier just to blame Fred and George.

"Yeah Alicia? If this is about you and George's dates again, tell me later because I'm really late to Auror training. Again."

Alicia skidded to a halt a few feet in front of me. She looked extremely hyper. "How'd you guess?"

I resumed walking. "Duh."

She shrugged. "Fine, meet you for lunch?"

"If I get off."

"Okay." Before she walked off she screamed over her shoulder "The date was awesome!"

When I walked into work, there was a person with plaid hair standing in front of me.

"Should I go plaid or pink?"

Tonks is my boss, trainer thingy. She's really clumsy, but also really nice. And she values my opinions on important things such as how wacko her hair ought to be.

"Plaid. You usually have pink."

"Not always," she said, "Last week there was electric blue, and the week before that I was sporting neon green. "

"Yeah," I counter. "But you haven't exactly worn plaid before. You did have that tartan thing, but it was yellow and puce, so that doesn't count."

She scrunches up her nose and pouts. "Says who?"

"Me," I say, "And probably Professor McGonagall, if you wished to ask."

I know. I argue with her over her hair. But it's better much than arguing with Fred and George. Their ways of stopping arguments involve turning people into canaries and giant frogs. Speaking of giant frogs…

"Hi. Neptune to Katie." Tonks waves her hand in front of my face. "You know that transfer thing with the American Auror Office?"

I distantly recall someone saying something about that a while ago, and I distantly remember not really listening.

"Well, they want to take one or two halfway trained Aurors, and you were recommended." She grins at my shocked expression. "Don't worry Bell; you have three months to think it over."

"Um." I say. "Okay."

Someone has actually rendered me speechless.

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"And Katie, so after that we went dancing and you know I can't dance, but George can, and it was sooooo romantic."

"That's great Alicia."

My brain is still wrapped around the transfer thing. I really like being an Auror, and I suppose I could go over to America and switch back if I don't like it…

But England's my home. The only time I was in America is when I and Ange went there with her mum and dad for summer vacation. And I liked it. New York City had shops and a river and cute buildings with ivy and a museum with a dissected helicopter that is referred to as MoMA. But could I live there? I don't know…

"Hello, Pluto to Katie, Pluto calling Katie."

First Neptune, now Pluto.

"Katie, are you listening?"

"Kinda sorta."

"Okay, what's up? You're…spacey."

"I am not spacey!"

Alicia looks at me skeptically.

"Yes you are. Did something happen at work?"

"Fine," I say. "I am now officially recommended to the American Auror people for a transfer."

Licia looks at me.

"So, Katie, is that good or bad?"

I shrug. "Depends what you want to make of it."

"True. Are you going to do it?"

"I don't know," I say. "I have three months, Leesh, and I just found out today, and less than six hours ago at that."

"True," she says again. "True."

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2 months later.

This cannot be true. But it's kind of hard to go against something a doctor says.

"Katie?" says Dr. Merewether "Do you need me to recommend to anyone?"

"No doctor," I say. "I'm moving to America."

"Okay…" she says, sounding confused.

I would be confused also, if I was in her place. After all, I just decided this thirty seconds ago, if even that.

"Yep, I'm moving. I actually got this offer two months ago, and I only decided recently."

"Oh," she says. "I hope this will not complicate things?"

"No," I say. "It won't."

A little bit later I walk over to Tonks's flat she shares with Remus Lupin, who she is married to, who actually was my old DADA teacher. I'm pretty sure she's home, it being a Saturday.

"Ivy Anna Lupin don't you dare touch Mummy's present from Grandma! James, please don't chew on the couch, Mr. Couch doesn't like people chewing on him…yeah…"

Tonks's two kids are nutsos. I babysat them once, and my sister Aislinn was there also, and Linny's only about seven years older than Ivy, they got into so much trouble…

"Hey Tonks?" I say

All chaos inside the flat stops. For about 3 and ½ seconds.

"I'm going to do the transfer thing."

"Okay," she says, James clutching her leg so hard it looks like he's cutting off circulation.

"And, would it be at all possible for me to change my name?"

"Why?"

I shrug.

"Never mind. Yeah, I think I could set that up. Okay, f you're going to do it, you leave in three weeks, you're going to Manhattan, and if you don't keep in touch I'm setting them on you." She motions to her nutsos. She's also having another nutso in three months. I feel sorry for Hogwarts when Ivy, James, and unborn child go to Hogwarts. McGonagall lived through Harry's dad and co., Fred and George, but will she survive them? I snort.

"I'll write."

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I've packed, stuck my stuff in storage in case I ever come back, gone on a giant shopping spree with Licia and Ange, said goodbye to everyone, endured Aislinn jumping on me a lot more than is good for anyone, said more goodbyes, and now I'm leaving in about three hours.

My decision was really spontaneous, and it was partly brought on by what the doctor told me. It's hasn't really sunken in yet. I mean, how do you come to really realize that you're going to have a baby?

A/N: I am fairly sure there actually is a helicopter somewhere in MoMA. Last time I was there was in December. I would appreciate reviews, though tomatoes are welcomed as well.