A/N: Wow. I have never gotten that much of a positive response to one of my stories. A BIGG thank you to everyone who followed this story. :) It made me so happy! So I decided to add a second chapter so quickly. It's short and pretty much just filler. The next chapters will be different. And longer. Hopefully. I can't guarantee certain days when I'll be able to update or anything. Life is kinda hectic right now. I'm a full time student and work a lot, so things may take awhile. But that also just means longer for me to stew over the chapter. :) please enjoy R&R! please!


Chapter Two

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Dear Mr. Malfoy,

Thank you for your interest in the open teaching position. I understand and sympathize with your concerns of your name and visual appearance. I am also aware that many people may not be too happy with your appointment as a teacher at Hogwarts. However if you are willing to move forward I think we will be able to figure something out.

On another note, the hiring process for this job is much like every other job I would assume. I will interview each of the applicants one by one and will go with the most appropriate applicant. When a choice proves difficult, there may be a second or even third interview so that we do not pick someone who is not right for the job.

Your interview will be held on October 15, in the room above the Three Broomsticks. Please arrive promptly at 3:00, and no drinking before your interview.

Best Wishes to your health,

Headmistress McGonagall

Draco stared down at the letter in his hands. They would work something out. He smiled, hoping that this would be the start of something new. He was aware that he had to go through the application process and all that, but at least he was getting an interview from someone who actually asked him to take this job. Draco was more excited than he had been in for months. This was a very big deal. It was a way to start over. To be someone new, to actually do something with his life.

For the next few days he allowed himself to become wrapped up in his studies and work. He wanted to do all that he could so that he would keep his mind off of the job interview. He wanted this job more than anything in the entire world. He wanted to be able to be accepted. He wanted the opportunity to do something with his life. He loved magic, and would have never given it up anyway. But living his life in the Muggle world was all the options he thought he had.

But with this new job opportunity, he felt better about himself, felt better about what he could do. About what he was going to do.

Eventually October 15 arrived, and Draco actually felt extremely nervous about his interview. He didn't want to screw this up. He wanted to get this job more than he had wanted anything else. He spent an hour making sure he looked responsible and respectable. He didn't want to give off the wrong impression.

He Apparated to just outside the Three Broomsticks, 5 minutes before 3. As he looked around Hogsmeade, it brought back many memories of his years at Hogwarts. And some not so pleasant memories from during the war. He remembered getting into a fight with his father over by Zonko's. As he remembered the events of that fight, he fought back the urge to run away and hide from the Wizarding world. Who would, in their right mind, would allow him to teach their children? Why should he get the job of Charms professor when no one in the Wizarding world even wanted him to be alive? Why should he be alive when people like Dumbledore and Snape and Vincent were dead? Why should he get to live a perfectly good life when so many better people were dead? He was a Death Eater, and covering up the Dark Mark wasn't going to change that.

Draco was shaken out of his thoughts when a light hand was placed on his shoulder. It was Professor McGonagall.

"Mr. Malfoy, are you ok?" She asked her eyes searching his soul for the answer.

"Just wondering whether I'm actually worthy of this job." Draco muttered. He knew she would hear, she knew his doubts. He could talk to her.

"Do not have doubt in yourself, Mr. Malfoy. Everyone deserves a second chance. Even if they don't think they do. Albus saw good in you, and Professor Granger believes this job would be a good fit for you. She has expressed that you are willing to do anything to make your future worth while. You were willing to make a life for yourself among Muggles. I believe that qualifies you for a second chance." She said softly. As she talked, she lead him towards the room above the Three Broomsticks.

"Yes, that was indeed my plan. But how does that qualify me for a second chance?" Draco asked, sitting down at a chair across from her.

"You were raised to believe that Muggles were beneath you. But if you are willing to work among them and learn from them, that means you have changed your beliefs." Draco thought about what she had said, and knew she was right. He no longer believed them lower than him, and was actually living among them just fine.

"You really think that merits a second chance though? I have changed yes, and I admit that my beliefs have changed quite a bit. But do I really deserve a second chance? There are people who will never see another day because of the choices I made." Draco had admitted to what he had done years ago. He may not have said the curse, but he had killed Albus Dumbledore, and had set off a chain reaction that killed hundreds more.

"You can not blame yourself for all that has happened. You have to learn to let go. I am willing to let go of your past to allow you to work for me, I ask that you do the same. Now onto your interview." She said, ending the discussion there and then. Draco nodded and answered all her questions. The interview lasted thirty minutes before they started discussion of how Draco would work.

"I was somewhere in Muggle London when I saw someone walk by with bright blue hair. And that got me thinking. I could dye my hair dark brown and with contacts change my eye color. I would look completely different because I won't have the Malfoy blonde hair or grey eyes and it would make me nearly unrecognizable." Draco said leaning forward.

"That does sound like an interesting notion. But you know that is achievable through magic." McGonagall said, one eye brow raised.

"Yes, but that would only last a day, if that. But with this Muggle hair dye it would last six weeks at the least. Much more convenient and less of a hassle. And I don't have to worry about my magic slipping or it fading quicker than normal." Draco said. And then McGonagall did something he never expected. She smiled.

"One last question. When can you start work Professor?" Draco stared at her in shock.

"I got the job?"

"Of course you did. You are the only one I asked about the position. I had to make sure you really had changed. And you have, Professor. I believe that you should start thinking about names."

"Names, Professor?" Draco was slightly confused.

"Well, it won't do you any good to change your appearance, but to still be called Professor Draco Malfoy. If you are going to change your appearance. You should also change your name. My only other concern is that you wear long sleeves and try not to push them up." Draco knew this request would be made and pulled back his sleeve to show the new tattoo.

"I got it done a week ago at a Muggle tattoo shop. They were able to change the Dark Mark to this." Draco was looking into the eyes of the Headmistress. She was looking at the tattoo, a strange look in her eye. She finally looked up from his forearm, and smiled at him. She stood up and walked over to where he sat. She stood him up, then embraced him in a hug.

"You have grown up so much, Draco. Only a person truly embarrassed about their past would do all they could to cover it up. Now, off you go. Pack your belongings, and take care of your current job and all that. I expect a letter with your arrival date. And I believe it would be best if you and I are the only ones who know who you are. Not even Miss Granger can know who the new Charms teacher really is.

And as Draco left, he felt happy that this was really happening. He was changing his life.

He had already made up his mind to no longer be Draco Malfoy long before the interview. Deep inside he would be, he always would be, but at the same time, he couldn't be. Not anymore.

He thought of things he could change his name to. He liked the idea of his mother's maiden name. Black. It was a good last name, and was a part of him. He wouldn't really be lying if he said his name was Black. The first name would be the problem. Part of him wanted to go with the stars and constellations motif that his Black ancestors had stuck with. But he knew for some that would be a dead give away.

So maybe, a different first name. Draco thought back through his ancestry on both sides, and remembered an ancestor of his, Nathair Malfoy. He was the only Malfoy who married a muggleborn and had been burned off the family tree. Draco couldn't remember what his father said he looked like. But Draco couldn't remember. He just knew that Nathair had been the only Malfoy without blonde hair. The only one for centuries.


Draco approached the counter, still deciding how to say this. "Mr. Flourish?" He said hesitant. The old man looked up and smiled at Draco.

"Ahh, young Mr. Malfoy. How can I help you?" He said in a frail voice.

"You know I love working here Mr. Flourish. But I have been offered a job-" Mr. Flourish cut him off right there.

"Yes, I've heard. And I thank you for your help in my store. Best of luck at your new job. You should be preparing to leave."

"How did you know?"

"Me and Minerva keep in contact all the time. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. I know you are trying to start new. Go, get ready to leave." Mr. Flourish gave Draco this toothy grin. And suddenly Draco felt sorry that he was leaving this place. He had come to enjoy working here, and would miss it dearly. He waved a short goodbye to Mr. Flourish, knowing his next stop would be the University. He had to make sure all his debts were settled and that he was dropped from his classes.

And then to the Homeless Shelter.

"Drake! How did your job interview go?"

"Amazing, I got the job." Draco said as he approached the girl behind the welcoming desk. She squealed with delight.

"That's such amazing news! Oh, I can't believe you got a high paying job! So, does this mean you're leaving now?" She asked, her eyes dimming a bit.

"Yes. I'm leaving today. But don't worry. I'll try to visit on Christmas. But this time I'll be on the other side of the food table. Save me a place." Draco said smiling at her. She nodded and got up from her seat at the desk. She hugged him, happy that he was moving on. She gasped and pulled back away from him and hurried back to her desk. She pulled out a camera, and smiled at him.

"It's your turn to go up on the wall." She said nearly running back towards him. The wall was something the Homeless Shelter had to keep up the hopes of the less fortunate. On it was the picture of every person who had spent time in the shelter, but had moved on to bigger and greater things. People who got amazing jobs and were able to afford a place to live. People who found the love of their lives and could move on with life. People who, like Draco, were making their future brighter and better.

"Smile." Draco complied, happy that he was doing something with his life. She snapped a picture and allowed him to look at it. Draco smiled at it, he had gotten used to the Muggle pictures by now. She gave him one more hug and kissed him on the cheek and muttered a quick good bye before practically shoving him out the door.

"Now go. Move on with your life. Do amazing things!" She said happily. Draco smiled back at her, and nodded a good bye, before walking away from the Homeless Shelter. He did mean to come back. But only to volunteer. He hoped he would never be in a place in life where he would have to stay here again. He didn't ever want to move backwards.

He passed by a Muggle salon and stepped in. He told them he wanted a deep brown. The woman who had been playing with his hair, looked at him like he was crazy.

"But your hair is such a beautiful blonde color. Why would you want to change that?" She asked putting her hands on her hips.

"I have to be someone different. And this hair color is so unique keeping it would give me away. I have to change it to a different, more common color. And brown is common enough." Draco said smiling at her.

"Alright, but I still think you're crazy." And she began the dying process. As she applied the dye to his soft locks, he asked her tricks to keep the color in as long as possible. They talked for awhile, her trading her secrets and Draco asking questions. After his hair was done, it was perfect. He stopped by a drug store and picked up a hair color close enough to what he had now and piled multiple boxes of it in his cart.

He picked up a pair of brown hazel contacts, and found out how to order them online. Draco was more than excited to start things over.

Draco knew everything was perfect. He would don the name Nathair Black, and with the brown hair and brown eyes, he would be unrecognizable. He could start over.

And he would be the new Charms professor at Hogwarts. Life was changing for him. Even if he had to change who he was to get there.


A/N: :D Next chapter: HOGWARTS! I can't wait! Please Review! It would mean so much to me!- Melinda