"Hermione, I'm going to be just fine," Harry said grabbing his luggage off the conveyor belt while balancing his phone between his shoulder and ear. "I think I can handle being in a different country."

"You went over across an ocean, Harry. I'm allowed to be a little worried." Hermione said into her phone. "I understand why you felt like you had to leave, but-"

"No 'Mione, no buts." Standing in line for a cab, Harry knew his decision to come to America was spur of the moment. But he had to leave the United Kingdom. Nothing good came from there. First, he lost his parents from a mad man. Then said mad man came back to life and tried to kill him all throughout his school years. There were times even his own friends didn't believe in him.

And then after he defeated the mad man, four years after the war his girlfriend left him. The woman he thought he was going to marry. The woman he was going to propose to until he found her in bed with another man.

"I know what Ginny did is horrible, but you still should have talked to her."

Groaning loudly making everyone in line in front of him, paying no attention to them he responded to Hermione. "She cheated on me, Hermione! I get to leave the country, she no longer gets a say in anything I do." Smiling softly at the mumblings in agreement, Harry continued on, "Has she even asked about me?"

"Ron found her crying at your place. He's not happy with her, neither am I. All she ever wanted was you. I don't understand why she would crawl into bed with another man."

"I don't either. But its better it happened before I proposed. You returned the ring right?"

"I will tomorrow." She said looking down at the little black box that held the ring he was going to give Ginny. Part of her wanted to keep it in her sock drawer thinking that maybe Harry would change his mind. Even if there was a slim chance. She knew he was hurting and wanted to be alone. Away from the gossip that will come along when news gets out that Harry is no longer working at the Ministry and no longer with Ginny. "Are you positive you don't want me to hold on to it."

Shaking his head, in both frustration and in response even though Hermione can't see him. "I can't trust her not to do this again. Please return it, do not. I repeat do not return it."

"Alright. I'm putting it in my purse now and when I go into London to meet with mum I'll return it."

"Thank you. I'll call you when I get settled in." After promising Hermione multiple times that he will call and write letters, he got in the taxi to start him on his new adventure.

As Harry watched the tall buildings of New York go by, he thought about what he was going to do here. Clearly, he wanted to see the sights, and there was no rush to find a place to live since he has enough money that his grandchildren's grandchildren wouldn't have to work. He could find what he was truly passionate about.

While he liked being an Auror, he doesn't know if that was what he wanted to do for the rest of his life. Dealing with Voldemort for seven years was enough for him. He almost felt Ginny pushing him to become an Auror, then Director and eventually Minister. Something he most certainly did not want. Politics wasn't something he had ever been interested in. It was all so confusing and politicians are the last people on the planet he wants to spend time with.

He could become a quidditch player, but that involved having to see Ginny during any functions and that was the last thing he wanted right now. It wasn't even his dream to become a quidditch player no matter how much he enjoyed the sport.

Deciding to keep up with his plan, taking some time off from being Harry Potter the savior of the wizarding world was for the best. He thinks he knows who he is, but knows that there is and should be more to him.

After paying his fair for the taxi and checking into the hotel, Harry found himself unpacking most of his clothes. He already made changed to the room to make him feel as if he wasn't living in a hotel but in an apartment. He made changes to the kitchenette, making it more of a functional kitchen.

Knowing that it would be a mistake to fall asleep now with the sun still being up, Harry decided to go explore the city. From the view of his hotel room, Central Park was looking appealing. Walk around the park and find something to eat as all he had was the meal the airplane was trying to pass as food.

New York City was intoxicating. Everywhere he looked there was something different going on. While it was the old money of the New York throwing a function of some sort. Someone was playing music, rather it was on a boombox, a bucket or an actual instrument. It almost seemed as if there was a small unofficial circus happening in the park. He chuckled softly when he saw a magician pulling flowers out of his sleeve with a small group of people around him. With every step he took, he felt surer of his decision to leave England.

Hearing his stomach rumbling, he found a café on the edge of the park to eat at. Ordering a soup and a sandwich that the girl behind the register said was a good combination, Harry took a seat by the window to continue people watching.

A couple of minutes into people watching, he began to feel someone watching him. Sitting up straighter, he turned his Auror senses on and scanned the café praying that it was nothing and not a rogue criminal that recognized him. Eventually, his eyes met the watchers. A woman that looked very familiar. He knew she had to be from England, possibly even Hogwarts, but he couldn't put a name to the face.

He continued to watch her as she said something to her companion she was sharing a table with and walked over to him. The closer she got, the better view he got of her. She was about his age, making it obvious that they went to Hogwarts together. Going through every house other than Gryffindor as he knew everyone in his own house. It wasn't until she was standing at his table that he knew she was in Slytherin.

"Potter."

"Greengrass." Motioning to the seat across from him. "Take a seat."

Doing as he said, Daphne studied the man in front of her. There was only one thing on her mind. And that was, "Why are you here? In New York."

"I had to leave England." Watching one of her perfectly manicured eyebrows raise above her icy blue eyes, he knew he had to explain a bit more. Even though he didn't want to tell her the whole story. "When I entered the wizarding world I have been the center of everything. It's been 4 years since I defeated Voldemort and I am still the center of everything. I want a chance to be just Harry."

"And you thought New York could be that place." She finished off for him, receiving a small thankful smile from the man across from her. In the back on her mind, she knew that there was more to his story, but he didn't want to share it with her. She knew this was the longest conversation that she ever held with the Boy Who Lived.

"What about you? Why are you in New York?"

"I wanted to study fashion. Muggle fashion actually." Smiling at the memory of why she picked New York. "During the summers my parents would take me and my sister on trips to different parts of the world. All on the muggle side. They would give us homework to do, giving us a well-rounded education in both muggle and wizard cultures. But when we came to New York, it was during fashion week. I didn't do an ounce of homework just watched the designers and models behind the scenes. Everything was so amazing and I wanted to be a part of it."

Harry was about to respond, but the girl behind the counter came and gave him his food. He gave her his brilliant smile in thanks but didn't miss the look she gave Daphne when she went to leave. "What was that about?"

Reaching over and taking the napkin that had a phone number with the name Kate under it, "She wants you to call her. And doesn't like the fact you are taking to some other pretty girl."

"Huh." It seemed that no matter where he went he was going to get attention from the opposite sex. But at least this time it was just because of his looks. Shaking the thought out of his head, he turned his attention back on Daphne. "So, where were we?"

"I was telling you why I am here in New York." Writing something down on the napkin with Kate's phone number. "But I have to go back to work. If you want someone to show you around town, or just want someone to talk too. Here you go, Potter."

"I'll keep that in mind," Harry said putting the napkin in his coat pocket. "And you should call me Harry."

"As long as you call me Daphne." She said standing from her spot. When she was about to walk away she looked down at the food on his plate. "Dip the sandwich in the soup."

He was about to ask why, but she had already walked back over to her table. Looking down at his grilled cheese and tomato soup, he did what she said and the rest was history. He had a new favorite meal and a number to call.