Disclaimer: I don’t any form of Harry Potter if not I would be in Japan by now (cries in a dark corner) I do own any OCs

Pairings: Harry/Draco, Ron/Pansy, Blaise/Hermione (minor ones too)

Summary: AU: Getting fame, glory, and riches beyond anyone’s dreams it’s all what we need right? Well for 24year old superstar Harry Potter, that will change meeting a simply elementary school teacher who has a strange past and a more bizarre future. (It’s in a different universe so no one has met the other. Hermione was never friends with Harry and Ron, but with the Slytherin Trio)

Chapter 1 - It’s just business

“ Oh my goodness! It’s Harry Potter! Ekk!!”

Fan girls squealed at the sight of a tall dark-haired man who was currently talking with his manager/best friend Ron Weasley.

Shaking his head at their behavior, the redhead snapped his fingers, making two large sized bodyguards appear, pushing the crowd back. “Come on Harry we really need to get to this meeting.”

“Alright Ron, alright.”

The two walked swiftly through the pushing crowd, nodding his head in acknowledgement to his fans, smiling softly. Two girls swooned, then promptly fainted on the sidewalk. The other did not notice, nor did they care.

A short, burly looking man held the glass door open for the two young men as they stepped through and into the office building. Harry took of the sunglasses he had precariously on his face, shoved a pair of glasses on, before turning to follow Ron into an awaiting elevator.

The bell boy pushed the appropriate button, remaining silent, opting to stare at Harry in awe.

“I think that we will strike a good deal with Parkinson and-”

“Ron you’ve never even met him and already you think about business.”

“Parkinson Inc. is the leading producer of advertisement and film production Harry. The man would be crazy not accept you in the new movie as lead role, after all, you fit it pretty well.” Ron replied automatically, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

Rolling his green eyes as his friend’s actions, Harry simply stared into his reflection on the metal elevator. His thoughts were interrupted by a loud ‘ting’ sound that announced the arrival on the right floor.

Ron pushed past the bell boy anxiously, leaving Harry to apologize to the flustered looking teen. Walking briskly, the emerald-eyed man caught up with his manager at the front desk. A sickly looking old woman looked up to see them both, she smiled kindly.

“Yes? How can I help the two of you?”

“We have an appointment with Parkinson.”

“Oh yes…they have been expecting you.”

Ron and Harry looked at each other. ‘They?’ Harry mouthed to the redhead in wonder, receiving a shrug in return. They turned back to ask the woman who ‘they’ were, thinking there was a multitude of people behind the large oaken door, only to have said woman shoo them into it.

Taking long strides, they walked into what could be described as a very large office with huge glass windows to see the city below it. In front of them were an array of chair, the longest being faced towards the glass and away from the door. Closing it behind him gently, Harry sat down on one of the chairs.

Ron cleared his throat, making his presence known. “Hello Parkinson. It is a pleasure to meet a man of your stature and status-”

“How would you know my height and gender Mr. Weasley if I have yet to turn around to see you?” a smooth, brisk voice called back.

Blue eyes widen in embarrassment, before he began stuttering, “W-well…I-I…”

“Ron…I think it’s best if you just sit down and wait.” Harry commented, smiling comfortingly at his flustered friend as he sat down beside him, quietly not wanting to ruin his chances of getting Harry into the film.

The navy blue chair swiveled around to present a young woman who appeared to be the same age as them, but presented herself more highly. She smiled confidently, her light blue eyes sparkling with intelligence and a calm demeanor. The sun shone on her blonde hair, making it reflect beauty.

The raven-haired young man nodded respectfully to her, while Ron’s mouth fell open in astonishment. “B-but…y-you’re a w-wom-”

“Yes Mr. Weasley. I am a woman. And as such, I expect you to give me the common decency as you would to anyone, despite gender. Is that understood?”

“Crystal clear Ms. Parkinson.” The redhead gulped, his face reddening as he recalled calling her a man.

She smirked lightly, before opening the small manila folder in front of her folded hands. “Not many people outside of my building know I am a female since our society today says it is unusual for women to hold any authority over a company so well renowned.”

“Is that why you tell your guests to call you Parkinson?” Harry asked curiously.

Nodding, the blonde laid her chin on her hands as her eyes observed the two men across from her. “ You know for a superstar Mr. Potter, you are not as incompetent as you ‘pretend’ to be in some of your films.” She accentuated the word pretend with air quotes.

“I don’t know whether to take that as a compliment or as a criticism.”

Waving a well-manicured hand at him, “Take it in anyway you wish.”

“Can we just get to business?” The redhead commented, choosing work over embarrassment.

“My oh my aren’t we the eager little bugger?” She smirked, then shook her head. Receiving a mild glare in return, Parkinson decided to go easy on the temperamental redhead. “Fine…I looked over your resume Mr. Potter, watched your films critically, and have brought you here for consideration to being in a new film that my company is producing. However…”

“There is always a but with you people.” Ron muttered to himself, getting a jab to the ribs from his companion.

“I suggest you refrain from your imbecilic comments Mr. Weasley if you wish for me to proceed with my conditions.”

“I apologize Ms. Parkinson.”

“Would you like some tea?” She offered quickly, a small boy bringing in the tea from outside, before quickly disappearing. “Thank you Liam.”

“You’re welcome Mummy.”

“Mummy?” Ron questioned, looking at his tea cup before turning back to the closed door.

“Yes he’s my son. But enough about me.”

Straightening herself slightly, her light blue eyes gazed at Harry, looking him over quickly as he finished the tea. “You went into acting directly after attending school here in America?”

“Yes Ms. Parkinson, that is correct.”

“What sort of school did you attend?”

“I attended Imari School for Wizardy and Witchcraft. I am assuming that you know I am magical since you did bring me in.” Harry replied softly, Ron staring at him in disbelief. The two of them had sworn to never to tell any of their producers the truth of their existence for fear of exile. Has Harry gone barmy on me all of a sudden?

Smiling slightly, she turned her attention to Ron who was now looking at her in suspicion. “I suspect the two of you wanted to keep that little detail from me during this arrangement….am I correct in assuming that Mr. Weasley?”

“What the hell did you do to him?” Blue eyes turned to gaze at Harry who’s own green orbs were glazed over.

“Oh absolutely nothing that I haven’t done to anyone else. I simply gave him a simple Veritiserum in his tea to make sure that he and you were being completely honest with me. I do hate little surprises.”

Ron stood up fiercely, glaring openly at the reserved blonde woman. “What right do you think you have giving Harry and me a truth potion without our consent?”

“And what gives you the right coming into my office, planning to lie to me about the two of you being magical and being in my film?”

The redhead stomped to the side of the woman, but was stopped short by an invisible barrier. “What the-”

“A magical shield. Quite handy it comes. It keeps spells AND vermin away from me.” She glared, narrowing her eyes in suspicion. “I do not appreciate the dishonesty.”

“Yea? Well you’re crazy lady! How can you be against magical people?”

“Are you honestly that dense?”

“What are you talking about?”

Parkinson stood up, showing her true stature of being tall, though not nearly as tall as the redhead before her. Waving her hand, the shield fell, allowing Ron, who was leaning against it, to fall as well. “ I am magical myself, though I attended a different school. I was merely curious to see if my suspicions of you two were correct. So I asked my son to spike the tea with the potion.”

Ron shook his head as he picked himself off the ground, “Why didn’t you just ask?”

“Do you honestly believe that to be an appropriate question to ask out front?”

“Yes.” He replied seriously. She rolled her eyes, then crossed her arms.

“Well I can assure you that I don’t believe in being so blunt.”

“Look Ms. Parkinson…if all you brought us here was to interrogate us, then you have another thing coming.”

“And what is this other thing you speak so highly of?” The blonde counteracted. He stopped short of a reply, unable to believe she come backed the comment so well. She took in his silence then turned her back to him, looking back at her file. “I do want Mr. Potter in my film as the main role; however, what I was trying to comment on earlier was that he needs to get field experience.”

“Harry has plenty of experience in all the roles he’s acted in-”

“Yes but not this one.”

“You mean you actually want Harry to-”

Her lips turned upright into a small smirk, before the blonde turned back to look at Ron.

“Yes…I want him to go to a magical school of my choice and teach a subject there showing me his acting ability as well as his adaptability to a situation.”

“So basically his has to pretend to be a teacher in this school, get people to believe it, and he gets the part? How is he going to benefit from this?”

Putting her hands on her hips, she shoved a check in the redhead’s hands. “I’m going to pay you both for it, because I want you to go there too. It isn’t fair that only the actor has to through with this, the manager does too.”

Ron looked incredulously at the amount on the check, then back at the calm blonde. “Is-is this the right amount?”

“You’ll get more, only when I say it is appropriate.”

“Do you do this with everyone?”

Smiling slightly menacingly, Parkinson nodded. I only do this to the ones that intrigue me, and there are not to many of those since Liam’s father died.

Ron stuck out his hand, breaking her thoughts. “You’ve got a deal Ms. Parkinson.”

“I had hoped so,” she replied, slipping her own small, slender hand into his firmly.

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