A/N Alright, so I have an idea for a multi-chaptered story! So here is the opening chapter that will set the stage for my plan. Yes, I know the following disclaimer is long but read it, it's funny (I hope!). But despite the inspiration for this fic, it is not a song-fic in any way, shape, or form. The title of the song was just simply inspiration. I hope the story-line is original and isn't similar to anything you've read or seen before. Oh! I should probably tell you, although many of our favorite characters are in this, it is completely AU, meaning no magic. Scary right? But please read and enjoy!

Disclaimer: -Professor Trelawneys' Classroom—

"Professor, I came to you because I wanted to ask you about something that happened when I woke up this morning," I started to tell said Professor.

However, before I could continue she interrupted, "Yes, I see, my dear, you have woken up from a terrifying nightmare that you need my assistance in interpreting…"

"No no, I didn't have a dream it's just that—"

And once again I was cut off. "Are you quite sure? Ah I see now, the leaves in your morning tea were telling you of the horrendous day to come and—"

This time it was my turn to cut in, "NO, nothing like that. You see I awoke at 6:30 this morning after only getting a mere four and a half hours of sleep. I was coming to ask your opinion on that, but now I'm thinking it can be best answered by Madame Pomfrey." The last part I muttered under my breath.

She however took no notice. "Yes, yes your mind was telling you to wake up. Was there anything of possible importance that happened once you awoke?"

"No, I was just bloody tired! All that was going on in my head was a Katy Perry song that then inspired me for a fanfic…ooooooooooohhh."

"Alas, my dear, you have the curse of the fanfic! You must be sent to St. Mungos straight away!"

"No Professor, it's not a disease, you write your own stories based on other books and movies and such."

"But surely that is illegal?"

"Well you have to include a disclaimer, such as I do not own anything in the Harry Potter world (wink wink, the disclaimer at last!)."

"Oh no, my dear! It is very clear in your future! I see big men in suits dragging you away…!"

"Oh shut up you old bat, I have a disclaimer!" And with that I pulled a Hermione and stormed out of the room, leaving a befuddled Professor Trewlawney in my wake.

Chapter One: To the Office

RPOV

It's sad when life gets too predictable. I know that when I turn the corner, I will see the same man on the corner selling the daily paper and the same customer holding a to-go cup of coffee who will then sprint down the street trying to catch the bus that just left, all with the paper tucked snuggly under his armpit. A woman just past the new store near the red-bricked and old apartment building will be standing with her dog while he refuses to go. And surely there will be a few pigeons perusing the street's abundant trash cans in the hopes of coming across something mildly edible.

And yet, each day I carry on, semi-content with life. I have a solid, yet exciting job. And I have great friends and a supportive family. Sure, my love life isn't stable, but I get along alright. And besides, in my line of work, to have a close connection with someone like that is merely a weakness I can't afford; especially, if a life might be endangered. I have a fast-paced life and it is hard to find a woman who is independent and strong-willed enough to handle, well, my life.

You see, I'm a spy; a secret-agent, if you will. I know it may seem far-fetched, but it's true. Although I'm not always chasing a criminal across the world, it has been known to happen. But most of the time, I have a similar job to everyone else: I have an office, I have meetings daily (and I also have debriefings after missions, but that's another thing entirely), and I have paperwork. Mountains and mountains of paperwork, really.

So you can understand why having a wife or even a steady girlfriend can be potentially fatal. It would be an easy target for the enemy; all he or she would have to do would be to get ahold of her or our kids, if that was the case, and I would surrender. It would be a predictable, yet effective tactic, of luring me into their hands, but I would go with my hands up.

Don't get me wrong, I have tried relationships, really I have. But it seems I always pick the wrong ones. She always turns out to be completely daft. Not that I'm looking for a rocket-scientist, but some common sense would be nice. A girl with a sense of humor, but a good work ethic; someone who I can really be myself with, yet she will love me anyway. Is it too much to ask for a woman who can hold her own if I have to leave the country on a dangerous mission?

But my love life aside, I have come to accept what life hands out; the simple things in life.

I am particularly glad when I find out that the subway that I take to work has not left yet and that I am able to snag the last seat. However, I give up the seat to a young woman who has at least seven heavy, and honestly, boring looking, books in her hands.

As a spy, I need to pay attention to detail; to be aware of my surroundings. So it is completely understandable when I look over the woman who I just gave my seat up to. As a professional, I do it coyly. No, that does not mean glancing out the side of my eye like a high school boy glancing at his crush who happens to sit in the desk next to him. Rather, I look at her through reflections: the windows, although dirty, provide the solution I need to my problem.

From what I can see from the glass, the woman has brown curly hair, quite bushy, really, that she had tried to throw into a braid. The bags under her eyes suggest a long night of hard work and little rest. But although she is tired, she cleans up well (not that I'm looking), her pants are neatly pressed, her short heels are clean, and her nice shirt suggests a good job. Glancing at the book titles it is plain to see that, although her job is apparently good, it is boring. The books, showing titles such as Major Court Decisions From 1965-1975 Vol. 1 and The History and Origins of Law, looked like they had been handled many times and in need of a new binding. However, I can appreciate the fact that she too is involved in law; although her branch doesn't seem as exciting as mine.

When she sits down and adjusts her books, she lifts her face and glances at her surroundings. As she sweeps her view across the cramped space and is about to come across me, I wait for her reaction. However, right as she is about to, the subway jerks to a stop. As people push themselves in and out, she clutches to her purse. But when a particularly stressed-looking man jumps into the carriage before the door shuts, he knocks into her, causing her many volumes to fall to the floor. She reaches forward, obviously too late, with an "Oh no" mumbles under her breath.

The man does nothing to help and pushes past her. Hoping to show her that not all men are complete arse wipes, I crouch down and start picking up the books with a brief "Let me help you with those."

As I collect the last two, I place them into her hands and glace up at her face at the same time.

"Thank you very much, I really needed these." Her thanks tears me away from her sparkling brown eyes.

"You sure you don't have them memorized? They seem pretty handled to me." I don't know what it was, but something about her made me want to pull on her strings.

"These books really are quite interesting, not that I have to explain myself to you." I could tell that she wanted to argue back, but she was trying to restrain herself.

"Yes, because reading about the origins of laws sounds so interesting."

She caught onto my sarcasm. "Well, to me they are. But I doubt you would understand. Why would anything like this interest you?"

However, I do care about the law. Very much so, and even though she meant no harm by the comment, I couldn't hold myself back and told her in a low voice, "Don't for one moment assume that you understand me even a little bit. These books will tell you nothing about what you need to know. There's more to laws than just words. I would know."

Truthfully, I probably revealed too much. But before she could comment back, I turned away from her and took my exit just as the doors made a well-timed opening.

As I finally make my way onto the street, I managed to see a disgruntled brunette a few steps behind me. Not wishing to confront her, I weave in and out of people. Doubling back on myself and making random turns, I utilize all the tricks in the book hoping to put space in between us and to lose her. Sure my bright red hair isn't ideal for a pavement artist, but by moving quickly, slouching slightly, and grabbing a hat off a nearby man, I am able to melt into the crowd like any other person.

I safely make it into my building with no tail behind me, not that I expected one of course.

Collapsing into my chair behind my desk, I throw the "borrowed" hat into the trash can. While my computer is starting up, I run to the break run to grab a cup of coffee. On return, I notice that the computer is up and running and is waiting for my password. Once the password is typed in, I need to go through the security check by placing my thump on the necessary pad that scans my fingerprint and also holding still while a green laser goes through the customary retinal scan.

Obviously passing the test, I first open up my email. I pull up the first one: a message from Dean Thomas, an old school friend, asking me to play keeper in his upcoming football match this weekend. I mark it unread to look at later when I am able to check my schedule. As I open the next one, my best mate Harry Potter walks in.

"Ron, did you read the message from Dumbledore yet?"

"One second I have it up now." He walks over to my desk and looks at the few pictures I have while I read the message.

"Staff meeting at 10:30. Do you know what it's about?" I ask Harry since I know Dumbledore tends to confide in him often.

"I expect it has something to do with Riddle. He's on the move," he informs me with no emotion.

Of course, Tom Riddle, I should have expected it. The guy has been around awhile and, even though Harry has gotten close to bringing him down when Riddle decided to kill Harry's parents, he is at large once again and is gaining followers. These guys are like serial killers and terrorists and conspirators all combined into one. They intend to overtake the government and probably the world if they get the chance, and all led by mastermind Tom Riddle. What makes them dangerous is that they don't care who gets in the way, they will kill or overtake anyone and everyone in their path.

We have been trying for years to take down this guy. We too have been trying to gain support to go up against him and to finally put him in his place. But he has power and is smart; he knows how to avoid detection. But he has been on the move lately and, even though we are not sure exactly what he is after, we have a hunch and we know something big is about to happen.

So when I saw that we have a meeting with the Head of the Department, I knew something must have happened.

"Right, of course. Any ideas on that?" I hope he'll know something more.

"Nope. Well not yet at least. I can still do some research before the meeting. But anyways, did you get that email from Dean?" Completely off topic, but I guess Harry doesn't feel like lingering on a topic that he doesn't know much about.

"The one about the match this weekend?"

"Yeah, do you plan on going?"

"I don't know, mate. We may be on a mission by the time that rolls around don't you think? That may be what the meeting's about."

"Course, should have known that. Well if we have to go on a mission this weekend I'll have to call Ginny and cancel our dinner on Sunday," he frowned at the thought of breaking off a date with my sister.

"Better you than me. Personally, I wouldn't want to face the wrath of Ginny; been down that path too many times. Kind of makes me glad I don't have a girlfriend at times like these." I shake my head at remembrance of growing up with her and my other brothers. I would always get protective when she got a boyfriend, and she was never too happy about that.

"Yeah well, you need to change that. You have been single for too long. Haven't you met anyone lately? How about that blonde from the building next door, she seemed nice?"

"You really need to stop bugging me about this. But no, it didn't work out with her. She was like the girl all of those corny dumb blonde jokes were about. Nothing going on up there, really," I said, pointing to my head. "The only woman who has even come close to meeting my standards was the feisty brunette I met on the subway," I said with a slight laugh.

"Really? A feisty brunette, tell me more!" He jumps up and down like a 14 year old schoolgirl who has just heard a piece of really good gossip.

"No! Now go and do some work before I have to chuck you out of here," not too much of a threat, but I need to do some prep before the meeting.

"Fine. But don't think the subject won't come up again, because it will! Now excuse me while I go order flowers for your sister so she isn't too mad when I have to cancel our date."

I make a whip sound as he exits the door and he in turn flashes a rather rude gesture with his finger. I have a quick laugh before I turn back to my computer, intent on getting some work done.

A/N: Alright, so the end of chapter one! Do you like it? I included some of our favorite characters from the books, and believe me, there will be more to come! Do you know yet what the Katy Perry song is yet? And no, it is not "California Girls." But if you don't know, you should be able to figure it out next chapter. (You may be able to deduce it from the title.) But if you want the next chapter, you will have to tell me in a REVIEW! But just so you know I won't be updating it next week because I'll be in Potter World. That's right, be jealous. So let me know what you think of it so far!