After destroying Voldemort being in charge of an entire branch of an international (and multidimensional) company should be easy...


Harry yawned as he apparated into the foyer of a tall office block, throwing a cheery wave at the receptionists he walked through the illusioned wall into the employees only lift.

"Morning Harry." His receptionist said sticking her head out of her book for long enough to get a positive identification on him.

"Morning," he replied as he absently removed the wards from his office door. Striding into his office he picked up several memos from his international inbox and banished them to his desk.

A lowering of the air temperature had him turning away from the scenic view from the window, overlooking Knockturn Alley and several Muggle streets. He shivered as a feeling of being watched seemed to intensify. "Who's there? One hand crept towards his belt and his wand while the other made its way towards a silver knife.

"YOU WON'T NEED THOSE."

He scrambled backwards as his weapons disappeared and three glowing figures materialised in his office. Harry stopped when he hit the wall and gave a response which summed up his current situation, "oh bugger."

"GOOD MORNING."

Harry blinked at the glowing form as the words made themselves known within his brain without passing his ears. "Ah, hello. What can I be doing for you." He asked as he got to his feet.

"WE HAVE A SLIGHT PROBLEM."

One of the apparitions produced a glowing scroll which solidified into parchment as it was set on Harry's desk

"I'M SURE YOU WILL BE ABLE TO DEAL WITH IT IN A TIMELY MANNER."

Harry gulped as the underlying threat of failure was clearly stated, "of course," he agreed with a bow as the three ghostly demons began to waver and his weapons reappeared with a clatter beside the parchment.

He shivered as the glowing forms finally disappeared, even Voldemort had felt less malevolent, and that was saying something.

Quickly moving over to the old fireplace which looked out of place in such a modern room he crouched down and negligently waved a hand before throwing a handful of blue powder at the newly lit fire and sticking his head in.

"Harmony?"

The person, or rather the animated corpse with a liking for fresh blood looked up from her desk with a squeak.

"Oh hi Harry."

"Can you go find Angel for me?"

"He's in a meeting." The Vampire said as she flipped through the magazine on her desk.

"This is important." Harry sighed, reaching a hand into the fire to brush some sparks away from his face.

Harmony put her magazine away and came out from behind her desk to crouch in front of the fireplace which had materialised in the wall of the LA office. "The meeting is important."

"Forget the meeting; tell him the Senior Partners were just in the London Branch."

He gave a grim smirk as Harmony gave another squeak and finally disappeared. Now all he had to do was get the two hundred plus year old Vampire to help...