A Quirk of Fate
By Orangeblossem
He looked around the room as he came out of a deep sleep; wondering what had awakened him. The sun newly risen cast a beam of light across his bed. He could see nothing disorderly in his flat; however he could not shake the feeling that something significant was going to happen in the near future. Raising himself from the bed he began his morning ritual. Finishing in the bathroom he made himself breakfast and started to search the classifieds for job ads. His last job was washing dishes in the back of a greasy burger joint the boss's nephew was looking for a job, and now he found himself looking for one. He was trying to get into college as a mature student so he was also studying between trying to earn cash for rent. Life was hard but he was used to worse; the wizarding world was not content with him defeating Voldemort. They wanted him to catch the loose death eaters and fix the damage the war had caused, basically replace there world to how it had been before the war. When he failed to fulfill their wishes even going through his entire fortune to do so, they turned their backs on him. So he left went to the muggle world and had started to try and turn his life around. Life was not perfect but at least the only one who demanded anything from him was himself.
The first thing he did in the afternoon was go to the employment center. He sat down across from his employment councilor and looked through the options she laid in front of him; the one that seemed the most interesting was a janitorial position at a small historical site not to far from where he lived. His councilor arranged an interview with the employer the next afternoon; than they went over strategies to help him get the job.
The next afternoon wearing his best slacks and shirt he was let into the Kensington antiquities museum. The man who was performing the interview was an older gentleman who was the janitor but was retiring because arthritis in his knees. The job was not a hard job the museum was the size of an average home, and all the valuables were behind glass cases. The owner hired a professional firm to take care of the antiques and all he would have to do was make sure everything looked professional. With the job being part time he could continue doing it while at college. He found himself thinking that this was a perfect job and had convinced the older man to hire him; their was only the matter of impressing the owner whom he would meet the next day.
The next day he was wearing the same pants but had splurged and bought a new shirt. He sat in the small office waiting for the owner to come in, for some reason he was reminded of the feeling he had woken to a few days ago. The door opened and the owner strutted in and walked behind the desk and sat down resting his elbows on the desk and his head on his hands. He looked up and appeared startled for a moment and than smirked.
"Mr. Potter is it? Sign here"
He threw the contract onto the desk in front of Harry who in complete shock automatically signed.
"You start tomorrow at 8:00 am"
He then scooped up the contract and left the office.
Harry sat wide eyed in the chair not believing that his boss was now Draco Malfoy.
The End