A/N: Okay, just so you're not confused, Hermione's alias is Sandy Willows...
CHAPTER TEN: YOU GET USED TO SOMEBODY
Three years later (June 2005)
Harry stepped out of his ritual morning shower to be greeted with Becky wrapping a towel around his dripping waist and running her hands up his back, but try as she might, she had no luck of relieving the tension Harry had stored there. Four whole years Hermione had been gone. Their son was six years old now, their daughter four. Harry had to say that he was proud of the way they'd turned out so far. Charlie had grown fast and helped his dad often with the household chores and caring for his little sister, and for that Harry was grateful. Harry had kept Becky around for a while now. He had no idea why, but she kind of stuck. She annoyed the hell out of him, and he normally was pretty sharp with her, but she was human, and having someone to be around every now and then wasn't so bad. Harry watched as she crossed the bathroom of their London Muggle-style home and turned the volume up on their television.
"And in other news, American music star Sandy Willows remarried yesterday. She and fellow pop star Brad Mason tied the knot yesterday in a surprise ceremony in Jamaica. This is his first marriage, her second. As you know, Sandy and producer Dan Willows divorced a year ago. The blushing bride said happily…."
"Awe, it's nice to see those two together, don't you think?" Becky mused as she looked upon the wedding photos of the two entertainers. "They make a cute couple."
"Yeah, sure. They're cute." Harry mumbled and turned back to the foggy mirror, not leading on to Rebecca just how taken aback he was. He always felt that way when he looked at Sandy Willows. She gave him the chills. She was intimidatingly beautiful, sure, but there was something else to her that made him uncomfortable. It was in her manners, the way she walked, that smile, and oh God, those eyes… There was something familiar about them…
Harry was shaken from his wonderings by his son, who had just burst into the room, complaining that Cecilia had shoved a Fizzing Whizbee up her nose, and now had it stuck.