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Chapter 1, A lawyer's tale.
"It doesn't matter. Even If I kill Voldemort, a new evil will come. What's the point?"
"That's exactly what I've been telling you, Harry. There is no point. There will always be evil, so why fight it?"
"Very persuasive, spoken like a true lawyer."
"It's what I do. So you'll consider my offer?"
Harry sat in the LA office dimly lit, and nicely furnished, staring at his cup of tea. He traced his finger along the pattern of the red and white china pondering what he should reply.
Lindsay, the American lawyer working for Wolfram and Hart, the law firm, had just offered him a job. What exactly he was to do on said job, was unclear, but it involved a lot of dirty and questionable work. Not an assassin, no. The Senior Partners wouldn't degrade such a powerful wizard to the likes of a mere assassin. No, they had bigger plans for him. They wanted him to save the world. Not in the way Proffesor Dumbledor wanted of course.
Dumbledor was a fool, he believed you could get rid of evil and live in a magical land with Smurfs and Carebears where nothing ever went wrong and everyone got along. Dumb ass. Lindsay was right, evil as he might be. Wolfram and Hart wanted him to save the world, by destroying it. Get rid of all the pain and suffering. And they did have a valid point there. The only way to get rid of evil was to take the good with it.
"I think I'm going to take some time with this if that's all right with you. But I can assure you I won't be reporting our little meeting to Dumbledor."
"I'm glad to hear that."
"That's it? That's all you have to say?"
"Yes."
"How do you know I'm not lying?"
" You seem to evil for that."
"Thanks, you really know how to win over your clients. Note the sarcasm."
"I think you'll make a good employee here, Harry."
"Hmm...I'll contact you later."
And with that, Harry left Wolfram and Hart into the streets of Los Angeles California. He walked for half a block thinking about how he was supposed to be at Privet Drive right now. How could Dumbledor expect to win the war if he can't even keep a tab on a fifteen-year-old boy anymore? He stopped in the middle of an ally and apperated back to his "home" never once thinking about the offer presented to him. He was too tired. So he just collapsed on his bed, and slept.
(A/N Sorry the first chapter is so short, the next one will be longer I promise. It's short because I just wanted to get you, the reader, to want to know more. This chapter is almost like a trailer for a movie. Please read and review, and read the next chapter too, because the story gets a lot messier and more crazy and scary. Thank ye!)