Title: Harry Potter, CPA
Summary: In which Harry Potter is an overworked accountant for Stark Industries; in which Tony is Tony, unintentionally making life hell for the accounting department; In which there is a confrontation that would change their life forever. Avengers, Gods, Ancient magic, Soulmates, Deathly Hallows and a potential new Dark Lord on the rising; this is the beginning of a new era. Slash. TS/HP.
Alternative Summary: With wounds still fresh from his time on the Auror Force, Harry Potter decides to leave the Wizarding World for a while in pursuit of a calmer life. His journey takes him to the US, where he attends muggle university and acquires an accountancy degree. Then everything changes when he lands a job as a junior accountant with Stark Industries. Slash. TS/HP.
Warning: None of the dates are canon. This is an AU and will be Slash. Please proceed with caution.
Chapter 1 In which Harry wants a change of scenery
London, June 24th 2013
Harry James Potter pushed open the wooden doors leading to Kingsley's private office and grinned when he saw the man sitting behind his desk, looking as harried as always. Judging by what he knew of the Ministry as of late, the man was probably only running on a few hours of sleep and bucket loads of Pepper Up potion to keep himself upright and somewhat functional.
"Sir," he greeted the man warmly, taking the offered seat without another word. He felt a little bad for what he was about to do, but it has to be done; sooner rather than later.
"Auror Potter," Kingsley sighed, rubbing his eyes, "To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?"
Shall he go straight to the point? Mmm…maybe not; don't want to give the poor man a heart attack.
"Hermione came to visit me the other day and we got discussing about my future," he said instead.
"Your future," Kingsley said wearily, obviously unsure of where this was leading.
"My future," Harry confirmed, "My career to be more precise. I think it's time for me to…move on."
Kingsley looked pained at that.
"Are you trying to tell me something Potter?"
Harry smiled pleasantly.
"Indeed I am," he said, taking out piece of parchment from his bag and placing it in front of Kingsley, "My resignation letter."
"Oh Merlin," Kingsley moaned pitifully, "Can this week get any worse?"
"If it makes things better," Harry offered helpfully, "I made sure that my replacement is up to par with the high standards required by the position of Head Auror."
"A little," Kingsley admitted, still grimacing, "What are you planning to do after this?"
Harry leaned back in his seat, his gaze wandering past Kingsley to the beautiful tableau being London on a rare sunny and cloudless summer day.
"I was thinking of going to University," he said absentmindedly, eyes tracking the progress of a small bird as it fluttered around, "Stay in the muggle world for a while."
"That won't be a problem," Kingsley sighed, "We can get you all the fake credentials you need."
Harry inclined his head in thanks.
"I'm much obliged to you," he told him formally.
Kingsley passed a tired hand over his bald head.
"Where are you intending to go?"
"Oh?" said Harry, eyes widening innocently, "Not trying to get me to stay?"
"Will that work?" the older man asked hopefully.
Harry laughed easily.
"No, I'm glad you didn't try. As for where; I'm thinking of going to the States for a while; see how the people overseas lives."
"Why would you want to go there? From what I heard, it's a mess, what with the terrorist attacks and the alien attacks. The Avengers and the local police force are doing their best, but crazies just keeps popping up."
"Sounds fascinating," Harry shrugged, "I'll keep out of trouble's way."
"Not likely," Kinsley snorted, "There's another thing that you should remember; New York is Nick Fury's territory."
Harry remembered Fury; they had met a few years ago at Harry's Knighting ceremony. The man was scarily competent in his field and has made no effort to hide his desire to recruit Harry in to his organization.
"I'll take my chances," the young man shrugged, gaze flitting back to Kingsley.
"What about your friends? What do they think about your decision?"
"Hermione is happy that I'm giving the muggle world a try even though she obviously doesn't understand my decision. Ron thinks I must be having a mid-life crisis or something. Neville has been really supportive so far. Ginny…well, she'll be sad to see me go, but she assured me she'll live."
"If they are all alright with it, all I can do is wish you good luck on your next great adventure."
"Now you sound just like Dumbledore. I'm not dying, you know. If you miss me that much, you can just firecall me."
"May I firecall you if I need your help?"
"If you really need my help," Harry allowed generously, "But otherwise, please refrain. Keep in mind that I'm retired now."
Kingsley looked down at the resignation letter with a resigned expression.
"Don't remind me."
Harry got up, dusting invisible lint off his pristine Aurors robe.
"I'll be taking my leave then," he said, "A lot of packing to do. I still have to find myself a nice little apartment in New York; maybe get myself some roommates."
This made Kingsley look up, surprise written all over his features.
"I know, I know," Harry said, waving a hand dismissively, "Ron was surprised too and couldn't understand why I didn't simply buy a house in New York. I'll tell you what I told him. I may have the financial resources to do so, but that doesn't mean I would want to. Experiencing how the other half lived will be good for me; keep me humble."
"You," Kingsley looked at him intently, "Are one of the weirdest person I have ever met. And considering the society I live in, that is saying something."
Harry chuckled, no longer bothered by being different. He has long learned to embrace his own little quirks instead of trying to repress them in a misguided attempt to fit in.
"I think I took up enough of your time already Sir," he said smoothly, moving to the door, "I'll leave you to your work."
"Harry," Kingsley called out just as he was about to turn the door knob.
"Don't be a stranger," the older man said, gaze soft.
"I won't," Harry promised, "I'll be back. I still have my obligations as Lord Potter-Black."
With that said, he turned on his heels and left the room.
It was time to turn to a new page and start a new chapter. Harry couldn't wait.