Here I go, I think to myself. Hermione shake those jitters this instant! You've done this a hundred times, you've got this! I shake my hands and my head and take a few deep breaths.

I rise up from underneath the stage and look out to the crowd, hearing hundreds, maybe thousands of adoring fans screaming "Phoenix!" My stage name. The spot light hits me in my strapless black corset dress with a blue zebra skirt.

I stand holding my signature Les Paul maroon and gold swirl guitar, smiling at my fans slightly. I glance back at my drummer, Seamus Finnigan playing his custom Pearl drum set, and nod at him. He starts a slow beat and soon the base player, Zacharias Smith, joins in.

I strum along with them and start to sing into the microphone in front of me,

* Grew up in a small town And when the rain would fall down I'd just stare out my window Dreaming of what could be And if I'd end up happy I would pray*

*Trying hard to reach out But when I tried to speak out Felt like no one could hear me Wanted to belong here But something felt so wrong here So I prayed I could break away*

No matter how many times I sing this song I will always flash back to the day I got my Hogwarts acceptance letter. And thinking of Hogwarts reminds me of Harry and Ron, oh Harry, Ron, if you could see me now, what would you think of me? Playing half-dressed in front of so many muggles.

* I'm on the train that's pullin the sick and twisted, Makin the most of the ride before we get arrested, We're all wasted, And we're not going home tonight.

Covered in black we lack the social graces, Just like an animal we crawl out of our cages, They can't tame us, So if you're one of us, get on the bus

If you're a freak like me, Wave your flag! If you're a freak like me, Get off your ass! It's our time now, To let it all hang out *

They never knew I could sing I think, it's not their fault, but they must be so worried, or perhaps they have forgotten me by now, to ease their pain, of course. But then again I am 19 years old, I wouldn't have needed someone to watch out for me, and that's what Ron would have done. I was arguing with myself again and I knew it, I only ever do it when I feel guilty about something.

* I can understand how the edges are rough And they cut you like the tiny slithers of glass And you feel too much And you don't know how long you're gonna last*

* But everyone you know, is tryin'a smooth it over, Find a way to make the hurt go away, But everyone you know, is tryin'a smooth it over, Like you're trying to scream underwater, But, I won't let you make the great escape, I'm never gonna watch you checkin out of this place I'm not gonna lose you Cause the passion and pain Are gonna keep you alive someday Gonna keep you alive someday*

Tossing my guitar to a stage assistant, I strut down the pier, occasionally holding the hand of a screaming fan.

Several long, tiring hours later, I stand in front of a mirror in my hotel room. I wash off the caked on makeup that I had put on for the show. I look up from the make-up rag and into the mirror. I gaze for a moment admiring my honey-brown almond eyes, full, pink, kiss-me lips and luscious curly brown hair that is currently falling in soft spiraling ringlets, framing my face. I no longer was that awkward, buck toothed, frizzy haired little girl that I was so long ago. Without wanting to I flash back to the day I left my life behind.

Ron and I sat at a table surrounded by death. I glance around seeing little Collins pale face. I tear up slightly as the dead faces seem to go blue right in front of my eyes. I gasp as their eyes open and seem to be blinking at me, they stand and crowd around me pulling at my torn and bloody clothes and hair. Their saying, no, hissing at me"ssso sssmart but you couldn't sssave usssss in time, could you?" they start to chant those horrid lines over and over until I was hyperventilating and shaking my head until I was dizzy.

"I need, I can't , I..." I stood up and ran out of the ruined Great Hall as fast as I could. Distantly I heard my name being called, but I ignored all the cries. I ran as fast and as far as I could into the forbidden forest until my legs collapsed and I lied there sobbing and gasping.

As my heart and mind slowed down I thought, surprisingly clearly, that there is no way this would have happened in the muggle world "I need to leave."

I hear a knock on the door waking me from my vivid memory. I open the door to find Seamus standing there, his arms crossed smiling brightly.

"Hey Mione, I have some V. I. P.'s for you if you want to see them...?"

Seamus found me in the forest and lead me to a cabin, and after I explained to him my plan, he, surprisingly agreed, and he came up with the idea to start a band and invited Zacharias to join us.

"Yah Seamus, bring 'em on" I smile brightly.

He exits and enters again with a girl wearing a pink tank-top and a brown miniskirt. She has her black hair pulled up into two side buns near the base of her neck. She has bright blue eyes surrounded by heavy black eye make-up. She looks about 14, and tall for her age . As soon as she saw me I thought her head was going to burst.

"OMFG YOU'RE PHEONIX!" She took a series of short breaths before resuming " Hi! I'm Leda! I'm a huge fan! I can't say biggest fan because there is, like, no real way to prove it but if there was I'd be, like so up there, like 16th or something, and I love-"

"Leda calm down!" A man who stood in the doorway chaise her. he was wearing a black button up shirt and pants, a belt and shoes that all matched he had white blond hair and bright blue eyes that looked eerily familiar.

I look closely at the man and a shriek erupts from my mouth. "DRACO MALFOY?!"