Chapter Six

Oh it's what you do to me, oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me, oh it's what you do to me, what you do to me

After the final battle, when I first got to New York I was a little intimidated. I had no apartment, and no friends. I had just defeated the most powerful wizard imaginable and had my heart broken by his replacement. I was in a pretty messed up place. I found a flat relatively quickly and managed to find a job as a waitress. I knew I didn't need the money but I had to keep busy.

That was where I met Manda. We were kindreds right from the beginning. Both of us had had our hearts broken and both of us were due to start university in the fall. We would often go out, get trashed while trashing men and crash at my flat.

Soon she stopped crashing and started living. She got over her heartbreak and she'd started seeing a really nice wizard named Mark. They were getting pretty serious and I was going to have to find a new flat mate soon. I knew that I should tell her the truth, but I didn't know how she would take it. We'd been living together for three years and she thought of me as Mya, an English girl who just couldn't take the Brits anymore.

I was hesitant about telling the truth for one other reason as well. I was nervous for a number of reasons. I liked being Mya. I was pretty for the first time in my life. I'd always been good at Transfiguration and I'd become able to perform some minor cosmetic changes on myself. I now had curly, waist length black hair and piercing crystal blue eyes. My nose was slightly different, more upturned and cute than straight and serious. Think Lauren Graham and you had my look.

The biggest reason is that I liked not being stared at and feared. Everyone used to be intimidated by me. Especially men though. What single twenty-four year old doesn't want a few guys to look? Maybe even touch? If the news got out that I was Hermione all that would end. The war didn't have much of an impact here in America but they knew who we were. I was often asked if I knew them when people found out that I was from England.

I'd always say yes, but that we were just passing acquaintances. I went to school with the famous Harry Potter. That was usually good enough for everyone. Manda had been hinting hard core lately though. I guess my nightmares might have tipped her off. She's been in here every night this week to wake me. It's just that damn song, and the anniversary. That's enough to give any girl a bad dream.

"Oh MY GOD, OH MY GOD!" Amanda was screaming and I panicked, I heard screaming and I grabbed my wand. I ran in to the other room brandishing. I expected to see Death Eaters, or a burglar. What I didn't expect was to walk in on Amanda and Mark practically shagging.

"What the BLOODY FUCK is going on in here?" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

"Mya, Mark got tickets, MARK GOT TICKETS!" Manda was practically dancing. A lump of dread filled my stomach I think I knew where this was headed and I was less than pleased.

"To what Manda?" I inquired, wishing it wasn't what I thought it was, "The PLAIN WHITE T'S!" We're going tonight!"

Between that song, the nightmares, the lack of sleep and the look of joy on her face, coupled with having to see Harry tonight I lost it. I leaned against the wall and slid to the ground. I didn't realize I was crying till Manda was comforting me and telling me everything would be fine. I looked up at her and realized two things. One I had to go. I had to see him. And two, before it happened I had to come clean to Amanda and Mark.