Hey all! I'm back! Hehe, here's a completely new fic! It's post DH, and I advise all HarryGinny fans to leave immediately. :D Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Basically, if you've heard of it from the books or movies, I don't own it.

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Somehow, Somewhere

Chapter 1: Chance

Pregnant Witch Nearly Murdered by Muggle Husband

Last night, a six-month pregnant witch fell victim to the fury of her Muggle husband when he rammed his car, a Muggle transportation device, into a brick wall, crushing her in the middle.

She sat on her bed, reading the wrinkled newspaper carefully, though she already knew every word by heart.

An off-duty Auror, who wished to remain anonymous, was barely able to save the witch's life as he was passing by. The witch was transported by the said Auror to St. Mungo's Hospital, where she is still in critical condition. Neither the witch's family nor any doctors were available for commenting on the reason behind the attack though there are many speculations from some witnesses.

She flung the paper down, burying her head in her hands. There was no need to read what other people thought what happened. It was over, and it was time to move on. She was fool enough to bring it back out to read. Didn't she still get nightmares every night from that night, two years ago? She was lucky enough to have escaped with her life, they all told her. It was a miracle she was alive at all.

Some miracle.

Knock, knock. "Miss?"

"Yes, Mimi?" she replied without raising her head from her hands.

"Mimi finished washing Miss' uniform and wants to remind Miss that she is going to be late if she doesn't hurry," her house elf said in her usual quick, breathless way.

"Thanks Mimi, I'll be done in a minute." She looked at the uniform Mimi hung behind the door; her eyes narrowed with a new determination and crossed the room in a few steps to put it on. The crimson satin blouse brought out every curve on her body the way it should. As expected, she only did up half the buttons, leaving the rest to expose some skin. Sweeping her long hair into a messy bun at the back of her head, she examined herself in the mirror. People still called her beautiful, it was true. But it was no longer the innocent beauty that she had possessed before that night. Her deep chocolate eyes were no longer doe-like. Some feared to even look into her eyes now. They said her eyes were so cold sometimes, it was so unlike her. Everyone she knew now told her she had an exotic look to her that made her so attractive.

She finished applying her makeup and grabbed her purse. Time for work.

She took another glance at the wrinkled newspaper still lying on her bed, then took it and replaced it into the bottom of her drawer.

They were wrong; the girl from that night was dead. She was someone else now. If she walked down the street, no one would recognize her by her old name. She knew this; she had done it many times.

"Miss?" Mimi was back.

"Yes?"

"Miss Meilin is here to see Miss, shall Mimi tell Miss Meilin that Miss' is busy?"

"No, that's alright Mimi, let her in." She opened her room door and went into the living room to prepare herself for her sister's admonition.

"I was afraid you wouldn't see me," Meilin froze when she saw her uniform, "You're not really working at that place are you? When Wei told me you were I laughed and called him a liar."

"Well, he wasn't lying," she replied easily, "And I was just about to leave, do you want to talk some other time?"

Meilin sighed, "Alright, but you know you don't need to do this. Mother and Father would definitely send you more money if that's the reason. I don't understand why you've been so cold towards us. We're only worried about you, you know."

She crossed her arms impatiently but kept her voice calm, "It's not about money, Mei. I have plenty of that myself, even you know that."

"Then why? Why do you have to work at a place that exposes your body so much? It's like you're working at a whore house!"

"Meilin!" she said sternly, "There's nothing to worry about. I'm perfectly safe at the pub, there are rules that the customers must follow or they get kicked out by the boss. I can't explain why I'm working there because I don't even know, but it's the first place that I've felt I could be myself without everyone treating me like glass!"

"I was just worried about you. After all, you are my big sister." Meilin looked close to tears.

She sighed, "Look, I have to go now. How about we meet for lunch tomorrow? We can talk more then."

"Alright," Meilin brightened, "I'll owl you in the morning for the place and time ok?"

"Sure." She returned the hug that Meilin gave her and smiled as her sister waved and left. She checked her watch and cursed quietly. She won't be late, but this was cutting it close.

"Have a nice night Miss! Please be safe!" Mimi called as she went out the door. She closed the door and locked it. She knew Mimi was casting more lock spells so no one could get in without Mimi's permission. It had always been that way since she left the hospital. Without another thought, she turned and disapparated right to the back door of the Queen's Legend Pub.

"Cherry!" Allie, her boss, called out in relief, "You're finally here!"

"Am I late?" she asked, walking quickly into the bar.

"No, right on the dot actually," Allie pulled her head close, "There's a new guy. Neither Sugar nor Candy can handle him. I've lost count of how many Firewhiskies he's ordered. Looks like he wants to knock himself out or something."

She looked in the direction Allie was nodding in, "He looks young. Probably just broke up with his girl or something."

Allie grinned, "That's exactly my thoughts, but of course, he won't say a thing, just drink drink drink like there's no tomorrow. Poor Sugar and Candy are at their wits end on what to do with him."

"I'll take over; you tell them to serve the usuals for now."

"I knew you would, Cherry! Them two will love you for this."

"Right." She shook her head and headed toward the new guy with another Firewhisky.

"Lovely evening isn't it sir?" she asked breezily, setting the bottle down in front of him. He snatched it and began gulping it down quickly. She watched him. He had dark messy hair and a thin pale face. He looked lean, but also strong and strangely familiar.

"You know, if you keep drinking like that, you're going to kill your liver," she said quietly.

"I don't give a damn," he croaked out between gulps.

"Well, you should." She gently took the empty bottle from him, "Drinking like that won't solve your problems mister. All it will do is shorten your life."

"I told you I don't give a damn about that. Get me another."

"I don't think so; you've had more than enough for one night."

"Don't tell me what to do!"

She cocked her head at him, "I didn't. I simply said I'm not going to give you another bottle. I'd rather not be sued because you got too drunk and died, thank you."

He buried his head in his arms, "I'm not drunk yet."

"Then don't drink any more. If you're not smashed by now, you won't be even if you down another one." She patted his shoulder and walked away.

"Oi Cherry!" a voice rang out.

She whirled her head towards the voice and smiled flirtatiously at her usual customers, "I'll be right with you boys."

--Hours later--

"Phew! I'm pooped!" Allie exclaimed then bent her head closer, "That guy's still here. You think he'd be passed out by now, but no, he's still at it."

"You go on home Allie, I'll close tonight." She polished another glass, her eyes on him.

"Will you really honey? Aw, you're a doll. Well, I'm off then, see you tomorrow night!" Allie winked at her and left.

Now she was alone with that guy. Everyone else had already left. The lights were half off, the floor mopped, and all the dishes washed. She slid off her stool and went over to the guy.

"Hey mister, I'm closing now, so you're going to have to leave," she said firmly.

"I can't...don't...have...home," he slurred, his head rolling back. He giggled, "I finally got drunk eh?"

She rolled her eyes, "I can see that, but you really have to leave now mister."

He didn't reply, but tried to get up and nearly fell. He giggled again, then hiccupped.

She pushed him back onto the chair, "Alright, alright, just take it easy. I'll be right back." She went back to the bar and grabbed her purse, then walked back to him. She slung his arm over her shoulder and half guided, half dragged him to the door. She was about to drop him and leave him to fend for himself once she finished locking up, but changed her mind. He looked nearly unconscious. Rolling her eyes again, she turned and disapparated with him back to her flat.

"Welcome home Miss!" Mimi looked rather shocked at the sight of her mistress carrying a drunken man home.

"Could you heat up some water Mimi? I'll put him in the bed before I take my bath."

"Yes Miss, Mimi already did that Miss. Does Miss want anything help with the mister?"

"No, that's alright, I can handle him. Thanks." She pulled him into her bedroom and dropped him onto the bed. She was about to leave again when she realized she had better remove his shirt and have Mimi wash it so he would at least look presentable when he leaves tomorrow. He made no reaction as she unbuttoned and removed his shirt, but continued to breathe softly in his sleep. She almost blushed at the strong bare chest, but quickly shook her head and covered him with her blanket.

"I'll take the couch tonight Mimi. You can go sleep."

"Yes Miss, thank you Miss." With a tiny pop the house elf disappeared. She sighed, looking at the man again. Why does he look so familiar?

She shrugged and yawned. It's been a long night; she took a quick bath and got on the couch to sleep, praying she can actually sleep peacefully tonight.

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Well, how was that? Hehe, you're all free to guess who Cherry really is. I might tell you, I might not. And by the way, don't expect updates from me too soon. I don't have that much time on my hands and even if I did, I don't have a computer to write on most of the time, but I will try my hardest!

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