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"I'd make a great employee," Harry said out loud while shaking an imaginary hand. "Look I'm brimming with politeness and sincerity." Harry's face with a very visibly forced smile looked back at him from the mirror he was standing in front of in the bathroom. He dropped his hand and the face and returned to normal Harry Potter, well Harry Potter of after the third task. The Harry Potter of before the third task it seems had decided to take a one way trip on the Knight Bus and not return. Harry couldn't sleep very well, he spent a large part of his day hidden in his room reliving what had happened during the final task and he didn't eat unless he absolutely had to. Harry decided that enough was enough and decided to use the advice Dumbledore had given him in his first year. Which was basically for him to move on and keep busy. So he applied for some jobs in the magical and non- magical world. He used the Knight bus unbeknownst to the Dursley's, to get to Diagon Alley, which kept Harry, connected to the magical world unbeknown to Dumbledore. Harry had given another name when he was aboard the Knight bus, Jack Evans. Stan it seems had transferred to Bulgaria, so Harry didn't have to be worried about being recognised. These unauthorised trips might not be one of the safest things for him to do but Harry could no longer stand being in that house anymore. Besides the Dark Lord would be busy assembling his dark forces and not have the time to go kill a 14 soon to be 15-year old boy wizard. Voldemort also still thought that he was with his muggle relatives all safe and sound and sound during the day. Harry looked down at his new watch he had got on one of his unauthorised trips to Diagon Alley.

"Bugger," he muttered he had only half an hour to get to his interview for a club in Diagon Alley as a waiter. He wasn't very sure were the club was and wanted to arrive a bit early so he could get his bearings. He also didn't know how long it would take the Knight bus to get there. He quickly threw on a very large dress shirt that had various stains on it. It was a Dudley hand- me down so one must assume it would have stains on it. He put on some worn shoes and realised he hadn't put his pants on. "Well that would be one way to make an impression on the interviewer," he muttered to himself and threw on a pair of pants that could probably fit an elephant and ran out of his room and out the door. After a bumpy ride on the Knight bus Harry found himself looking at a restaurant/club that had seen better days. The faded and cracked sign above the door read THE SUNSHINE SPOT. The sun had long ago forsaken this place and even if it did come back a ray of light hitting this place would probably make it fall down in a crumbling heap. It was the last building of Diagon Alley and obviously one of the most run down and forgotten. He sighed looked at his watched, cursed himself and headed inside. When he came in he could see nothing it was so gloomy and dark. After a few seconds things started to clear and he could make out shapes. The building was basically a giant rectangle. Over on the left wall was a bar where there were only a few dusty beverage bottles. On the right and taking up the whole wall was a stage that looked like it would collapse if you blew to hard. In between the wall and the stage was a dance floor and tables. While Harry was observing this an old man with a glass eye was watching him. "Can I help you with something or do you just want to stare at the lovely décor?" asked the old man with the glass eye. Harry jumped a couple miles in the air, pulled his wand out and somehow in doing all that turned around.

"Hey put that thing down, I ain't going to hurt ya." Harry looked sheepishly down at his wand and put it into his pocket.

"Er, sorry about that, you surprised me."

"Well that's obvious, now can I help you with something?"

"I'm here for an interview," Harry spoke his cheeks still red of flame (which I think I'll be getting a lot of).

"Oh, you're the young Mr. Evans." The old man looked him up and down.

"I guess you'll do, you'll have to since no one else offered to." He then laughed out loud and slapped Harry on the back and almost sent him flying into the bar. "Come on I'll introduce you to the rest of the staff, and he started walking towards the stage. "My name by the way is Mr. Watch. This will be pretty short since there is only one more person on the staff and oh ya Tinkles, the house-elf.

"Great," Harry said completely flustered. He had expected to be at least asked one question besides why he was there.

"RINN!" yelled the old man completely startling Harry.

"I"LL BE THERE IN ONE SECOND," yelled another female voice back.

"Rinn is my singer, no band though no one would play here, so the instruments are played by magic." As Mr. Watch finished this sentence a girl came out from behind the curtain and glared at them both. She had on an old pair of jean overalls, with a simple white stained top. She was wearing no shoes, but she was wearing glasses. Her dull brown hair was in a braid and the eyes that glared down at them both were a startling and lively green.

"What is it, I was right in the middle of something"

"Rinn, I would like you to meet are new waiter, Jack Evans." The girl's expression completely changed and she smiled at Harry showing even teeth. Harry without realising it smiled back and shook the hand that she had offered.

"Welcome." Rinn said and took her hand back.

"Could you please, show him the ropes, I have to go take care of some business," spoke the old man.

"No, problem." Mr. Watch smiled and headed over to the door, thinking himself very clever.

"Well there isn't much to know," and Rinn explained everything about the job. The basic jist of it was when a customer comes in give them the menu's give them a second to make a choice, write it down on the pad, and go collect it when Tinkles' tells you to.

"We don't get a lot of people in here. Um. at night this place turns into a night-club and then you handle the bar. The only thing we serve is butter beer." Rinn showed Harry where the cups were and everything else he would need. When she was done she handed Harry and apron and told him to hop to it.

Well that's it so far. I'm sorry I know that wasn't very interesting and your all probably wondering if this story even has a plot, but don't worry it will get better (I hope). Forgive me for grammar errors I know there are probably quite a few. Any way review no flames please.