Summary: So basically its about a girl Juliane Potts(OC) who was a former student of Hogswarts, who has been excommunicated from the wizarding world, because of her drug habit & has now restored to prostitution to make ends meet in fictional South Town.
Harry Potter was her crush who is now married to Ginny Weasley much to poor Juliane chagrin. Ron is also the part of this fic has resigned from as the as the Head of the Auror Office (reasons that will be explained later on, canon though) and is no longer Harry Friend. Harry Potter like in canon is the current Head of the Auror Office.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any other franchises that has been referred in this fan-fic.


Hi my name is, Julie Potts, age 25 years, with sandy blonde hair (it's not my natural hair colour, I dyed this colour, because I love this colour and plus it makes me look different). I am a former student of Hogswarts School of Wizardry. I used to have a proper job, but due to my dark secret (my addiction to muggle's cocaine),I was fired, and excommunicated from wizarding world and disowned by my family. With nowhere else to go, I relocated to muggle's area in South Town in USA, where mafia kingpins like Kain R. Heinlein and Geese Howard reigned supreme.

In order to fulfill my addiction I resorted to prostitution, since I had no University Degrees that would get me a decent and well paying job here (all I know js magic, which was useful in circus but not in the job market). Because of my addiction, I was not made for any proper job either. I used to work in departmental store, but because of my addiction I used to come late or had more sick days then it was allowed. I got fired, after doing many odd jobs getting fired multiple time, I went into escort industry with little or no option. Plus on it pays well on good days.

I wish, I wish I could return to my parents, I wish I could become young girl again. I wish I could eat my mother delicious cooking. I want my father look at me with pride that I am her daughter. I wish I could talk heart by heart with my siblings again, over the warm fire in Christmas. Everyone in my family hates me, except for my dear mother. I know she would not mind hugging her precious daughter again, but I hate see her reaction of the person that I have become. It would surely break her heart.

I was in the bedroom wearing a red cocktail to meet up with client in South Park in South Town. Suddenly there was a knock on my door. When I opened it, I was greeted by my best and only muggle friend Angela Kebbel, she had jet black hair and a pale skin, and she has a beautiful face, she older than me she is 29 years old.

"Hi, Julie, what are your plans for today?" Angela asked.

"You know what my plans are, I need to meet my client in South Park" I stated simply.

"Let walk to the park together" she offered.

"Okay, I would, as long as you would not lecture me on giving up this life and my addiction" I countered.

"Yeah sure." Angela said in chirpy tone. Angela used to be like me. She used to sell her body to fulfill her drug addiction. She used to be known as ANGEL among her client, because of her beauty and of course because of her name as well. But somewhere along the line she beaten her addiction, got her life on track and is currently enrolled in Mishima Polytechnic University.

But she also stayed in her old apartment building (the building where Angela and I live together is mostly occupied by prostitutes and escorts), because she felt she could help the lost souls that were just like her, to help them to beat their addiction and get their life on track. She was quite successful at it. She had already helped fifteen individuals.

I am her next target. But I had good relationship her because of gregarious nature. She was good listener and good talker as well. But plus she was only one, whom I confide my secrets to. She knew about my life as an ex-witch. She is really interested in the tales I used to tell her of Hogwarts, my favourite band Weird Sisters. So Angela made a life-long goal or dream to one day visit Hogwarts one day and witnesses the wonderful life there. She kind a remind me of myself. As I used to be quite fascinated by muggle's world as Angela was to Wizarding World. Muggle world always intrigued me and I thought it was wonderful place. But turns it's not as wonderful as it seems. It seems as if darkness is lurking in the muggle's world constantly, a façade. They all shout at you, murder you, rape you, steal your hard earning and they don't see you as a human being, all of these worst muggle's traits best personified in South Town.

"So Julie if you were journalist in wizarding world, how was your newspaper different from ours? Did your newspaper have a mouth piece that recited the entire news, without bothering the reader to actually read it?" Angela asked.

I chuckled: "Hahaha no Angel, our newspaper is just like yours, we have read it as well, the only difference we having a moving picture."

"Moving pictures? You mean like television here"

"Yes, just like television, plus they are delivered by owls to any part of Britain, even if the newspaper subscriber has changed their address, it would still be delivered to them without much hitch."

"Wow, your newspaper is so cool, but how are owls able to deliver it? Are your owls more intelligent than ours? Are these owls been manipulated by magic or genetic engineering to make them smart?"

"I don't about magic or genetic whatever that is, but owl delivering miscellaneous items are considered not a big deal in wizarding world."

"So I guess you guys do not have any talking newspaper in the wizarding world?" Angel asked.

"Ummm, we do have talking letter called Howlers, its red in colour by the way, and if we opened it would shout in same voice of the sender but in a painfully high volume, usually send for reprimanding the receiver."

"Oh oh oh, what happens if you don't open it?" Angela excited.

"Then it would explode." I stated simply.

"What happens after the message has been received?"

"The letter would then self-immolates and turning to ashes."

"Oh I wish, I could get Howler one, it would be so awesome."

"Angel, it is for reprimanding someone, at one time my stupid brother received it and he was quite humiliated by it." After some further chit chat, we arrived at the South Park.

"Ummm Angel you can go now, thanks for your company."

"Ohhh we had such good time I can stay with you, until your client arrives" She offered.

"No Im cool, thank you for your company." I replied curtly.

"Ciao, see you tomorrow you."

"Ciao." I waited in the park for two minutes. Until my client arrived in limousine. The driver went out of the car. He asked: "Are you Scathatch?"

"Yes I am."

"Well young miss, get in the car Mr. Big is waiting for you." He ordered.

When I entered the car a tall, bald guy with jet black French beard greeted me in an Australian accent: "Well hello there darling, you are better than I expected, no doubt you truly live up to your divine name and that you truly are a goddess" after saying this he kissed my hand. I looked around there were two more beautiful ladies with him one had platinum blonde hair and the other was a brunette, all clinging to his arms, I recognized them as Sandy and Misty both former escorts of my current agency.

"Pleasure is all mine Mr. Big, ummmm did you bring some coke?" I asked.

"Only the best in South Town Scathach baby" he said while he opened his jacket to reveal lots of packet coke.

"Sit on my lap babe, it gonna be long ride" He said seductively emphasizing one the word long. It was such a turn-off, but I obliged.

I snuffed the coke first, because it helps me to bear the torture I have to endure in my work every day. Mr. Big fondled my breast and he kissing me in the neck, I started to imagine him as my beloved Harry Potter whom I had a crush for since time immemorial. He is my unrequited love. Potts is not my real surname, it's the name I took from him Potts is short form Potter. My memory of him is both being sweet and painful, especially the moment I had to witness him being married to that whore. That moment broke me, it made more dependent on coke more than ever.

It took us forty-five to reach the Hotel Dusseldorf Astoria. I developed such high tolerance to the drug that I was able to know of my location there. Me, Sandy and Misty were clinging to Mr. Big beefy arms. On that I moment I realized how tall Mr. Big is, he was around 6 foot 2.

"I have penthouse booked under Mr. Big"

"Let me see…" the concierge looking at his ledger.

"Ah here it is, Mr. Big, here are you keys, to the room 21." The concierge then thumped on the bell to summon the porter. "James, please carry the luggage of Mr. Big now to room 23." he ordered.

"Mr. Big?" He asked in surprise when, he spotted the huge man behind his back, he immediately jumped, muttered under his breath, and then carried Mr. Big luggage. He then dashed immediately for the elevator to follow us.

"Room 23" the porter announced while pressing the buttons hesistantly. It clearly looked as if, porter was intimidated by Mr. Big presence. I could see his knees shaking. It gave me the impression, that he afraid of being pulverized by Mr. Big, for any wrong moves he would make.

We arrived at the floor and porter carried our luggage and opened the door for us and he then put the luggage inside the room. I settled myself on the master bed along with Sandy and Misty.

The porter after putting the luggage made the dash towards door but he was grabbed on the shoulder by Mr. Big: "Going somewhere Jamie?"

"Sir my work is all done, I thought to not you disturb any further." He muttered under his breath ("Damn how did he know my name")

"Well the concierges addressed you by your name Jamie, and please stop muttering, it's rude, especially when I am talking to you."

"Yes sir…. I will not do it again." James said nervously.

"Here is your tip Jamie" Mr. Big handing him 50 dollars.

"Thank you sir, but I cannot take this ahhhh ahhhh ahhhh." Mr. Big pinching his shoulder which resulted James to squeal in slight pain.

"You should take this Jamie, after all you deserve it, please call me Mr. Big as sir sound too formal."

"Okay can I go now uncle…I mean Mr. Biggg" James squeaked.

"Why of course Jamie." Mr. Big said curtly, freeing James from his grasp, and then the poor porter immediately dashed towards the alleviator as if he was chased by flying piranhas. Misty headed towards the sound player system put on some RnB music and switched on the disco light to give place the ambiance of a party. Then we smoked another batch of crack and then I dozed to my dreamland imagining him (Harry Potter), my parents, my siblings (my beautiful childhood I had spent with them) and my wonderful life in Hogswarts. My imagination helps me to satisfy my clients better.

I still remember the day when first time I consumed coke, it was given to me by my senior Alicia Spinnet, and she was nice person and all. She never meant ill, when she gave the coke to me. I am pretty sure; she did not know negative impact of coke itself, as it was new to our world as well. Neither of us knew its true danger. Plus I asked her for it (coke).

I was really shy person. Initially it was beneficial for me. It helped to overcome my shyness. Made me a talkative, confident gregarious, socially active. It even gave me enough confidence to try my hands at sports. It helped improve my self-esteem. Because of which I became an attractive for every other boys in my class, I got lot date offers, it made very happy in the beginning.

But it also had its evil moments. I became prone to emotional outburst, seeing horrible hallucination (like seeing dementor and He Who Must Not Be Named everywhere) that resulted painful breaks up with few of my ex-boyfriends. I resorted to stealing money from parents, it put me odds with them. It deteriorated my relationship with my siblings as well. Frankly they all hated me. Final straw came, when my employer discovered my addiction, fired me from my job and finally excommunication.

After I completed my job I got payment from Mr. Big: "Babe, you know, we could do this one more time" He smiled seductively (which was quite attractive).

"I wish I could sir, but I need to complete prepare my presentation for my next class" I lied.

"Ok Scathach, I had quite good time with you. Until then sayonara"

"Sayonara" When I was exit the hotel, I was greeted by the voice that I did not expect to hear in this part of the world. "Wait, Ginny is that you?" the sound that, without doubt belonged to Harry Potter.


Okay just give me moment here laugh at the readers here, hahahahahahahaha, this was never fic about OC Juliane Potts, it was actually about Ginny Weasley. Ginny Weasley is Juliane Potts :P.

Yes sir, it was Ginny who is drug addict, it was Ginny Weasley who was excommunicated and was forced to work as an High-end escort. Initially I was thinking of making Ginny as poor prostitutes but decided against it when Mr. Big of AOF series(SNK) was involved. He is rich gangsta, so no way would go for a poor hooker. I already gave lot of subtle hints that pointing towards Ginny Weasley like being journalist of Daily Prophet(not mentioned by name though), fan of rock band Weird Sisters, fake hair colour,,and finally the name Scathach (red-headed Irish Goddess of War) and many more.

Anyways I am sorry for misleading you guys, but if i would not done that it would not have created desired the same desired impact.I got inspiration of this fic from the Song A-Team by Ed Sheeran. It describes the emotional and physical trauma that a prostitute named Angel has face because of her drug addiction (If have u guys failed to noticed it Angel is also a character in this fan-fic.). So i thought why not make Ginny a crack whore. I really love this idea. So came this fan-fic. Wow that went long.

Anyways thanks for reading my fan-fic guys and gals and plz review.