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Harry was in school and he saw Fenrir Greyback staring at him from across the corridor. He was running through corridors and trying to escape. His heart racing. Adrenaline coursing through his veins. Suddenly Harry ran into someone, when he looked up, he realized that it was Crouch. When he turned around to run, he found Greyback an inch away from him. The school bell began ringing and both men vanished.

Harry woke up with a start. His heart hammering in his chest and his entire body covered in sweat. He looked around the room, half expecting Crouch and Greyback to appear there. After taking several deep breaths and reassuring himself that it had been all just a nightmare. He drew a deep breath and got up from his awkward position on the bed. The school bell was his alarm clock. He turned it and off and realized that he still had his shoes and socks on and his finest suit was ruined. Harry moved a hand through his messy curls and began taking off his shoes and socks.

He pulled off his jacket and took off his shirt, revealing a myriad of faded scars on his back. Harry moved his hand over them, reminding himself of what he had survived. After shaving and taking a shower, he dried himself off and looked through his wardrobe to find something decent to wear. He took out a pair of slim fit chinos, a black oxford shirt and a charcoal seersucker jacket. He put on the clothes and wore a fresh pair of socks with the same shoes.

He missed his file and wished for Greyback's death again. He took out the torn pieces of his appointment letter from the pants he had just discarded and set them on the table. For a while he stared at it emptily. He wanted to cry. This was what he had wished for ever since he had been five and now when it was within his grasp, he would have to give it up. Why? Why was life so complicated? Harry arranged the pieces and taped them together. He clutched the haphazardly taped together letter to his chest and mourned his shattered dreams. After saying his last goodbye, he placed the letter in another file and walked out of the apartment.

He was walking past the diner, when he decided to say hi to Mrs. Weasley. He walked in through the door and his arrival was pronounced by a small ding. Mrs Weasley looked up from the counter and passed a beaming smile when she saw him. Harry walked to the counter and greeted her. She hugged him and asked,

"How are you, Harry? I was expecting you last night, figured that you would tell me the good news, but you never came."

A look of disappointment crossed her features. Harry took her hand in his and spoke,

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Weasley. It's just that I didn't get the job so…..."

Anger flashed through Mrs. Weasley's eyes,

"WHAT? You didn't get the job?"

Harry squeezed her hand gently,

"It's alright, Mrs. Weasley. I have another interview scheduled today."

She kissed his forehead and patted his hand reassuringly,

"It'll be alright, Harry."

Harry had heard that so many times now. He just wondered when things would be alright,

"I know, Mrs. Weasley."

A voice called from the kitchen. She turned towards Harry and spoke in a soft voice,

"I'll get you something to eat. I know you wouldn't have had dinner last night."

Harry smiled and she turned away from him and walked to the kitchen. Harry stood against the counter for a while when he felt someone cover his eyes with their hands. Harry groaned and spoke irately,

"I don't like your games, Ginny. Besides, don't you ever shower in the morning?"

She pulled away her hands and came in front of him,

"You're no fun, Harry. When are you coming to the club?"

Harry looked away from her, the smell of sex and cheap cologne was getting too suffocating for him,

"Never. Why are you asking?"

She threw her red hair over her shoulder and spoke,

"I heard your name, last night. I figured that you had made some plans with someone."

Harry looked at her, puzzled and confused,

"My name?"

Ginny nodded and finger combed her hair,

"Yeah, your name. Someone was talking about you."

Dread was pooling in Harry's stomach. The sirens blaring in his mind,

"Who? Are you sure they were talking about me?"

Ginny looked pleased that she had finally gotten his undivided attention,

"He's a regular at the club. I don't know his name for sure, Greyhound or something like that. He definitely looks like a dog. I heard your name and that got me interested, so I went over to the booth, he was sitting in, with a handful of other guys and I saw your blue file on the table. That guy was talking about you, like you were old friends."

Harry felt fear rising in his heart. He drew a deep breath. Greyback was serious about him. He needed to go to the cops. Ginny snapped her fingers and touched his cheek, exactly where the nail marks were,

"Are you okay, Harry? What happened to your face? You look like the life has been sucked out of you."

Harry calmed himself down,

"I'm fine. I need a favour from you, Ginny."

The smile on Ginny's face was brighter than the sun,

"Ask, Harry. I'll do anything for you."

Harry told her everything he needed her to do and as soon as he was done, Mrs. Weasley bustled out of the kitchen, holding a plate loaded with pancakes,

"Harry, why are you still standing here?"

"Mrs. Weasley, I'll have to go. I just got a call and my interview has been scheduled ahead of time."

Harry felt guilty for lying but he had to get going. He had already lost his appetite at the mention of Greyback's name. He looked at Ginny and said goodbye. She waved back and said,

"I'll do everything I can."

Harry smiled back. It was probably the first time, he had liked Ginny.

Harry walked out of the diner and took a bus. Several minutes later, he was standing at the reception of Death Eater Pharmaceuticals and the receptionist was checking his name in a computer. After a few minutes, she spoke in a plain, monotonous voice,

"Miss Lestrange is expecting you in her office. It is located on the fifth floor."

Harry thanked her and walked into the elevator. Like yesterday, it was empty. The elevator started moving with a rumble. Harry leaned against the elevator wall and drew a deep breath. His heart was racing and that wasn't good. He couldn't afford to fall apart. He just had to get this over with.

Harry stepped out on the fifth floor and looked around. The corridor was the same as the one he had been on last time. Harry started looking through the doors and noticed a wooden door distinct from all the rest. This had to be it. Harry corrected his jacket and knocked,

"Come in."

Harry walked in and realized that the office was just like the one he had been in last time as well. The only difference was that, the table had only ergonomic chair behind it, which was occupied by Miss Lestrange. Her eyes scanned him from head to toe and she cooed,

"You're looking as pretty as last time, Mr. Potter."

Harry felt his cheeks heat up and he knew he was blushing. She ushered him towards herself and spoke again,

"So, let's just get the formalities out of the way, so you can get started."

Harry walked towards the table and spoke,

"Miss Lestrange, actually I just came to tell you that I can't take this job."

Miss Lestrange looked at him as if he was joking, her eyes popping out of her sockets with shock,

"What? You're saying that you don't want the job? Are you messing with me, Mr. Potter? No one has ever rejected a job offer in Death Eater Pharmaceuticals."

Harry drew a deep breath,

"I'm very serious, Ma'am."

She chewed on her lower lip, contemplating something and then spoke,

"Did you take Lucius Malfoy's joke too seriously?"

Harry had forgotten all about that,

"No, Ma'am. My reasons are concerned with my private life."

She looked at him like he was alien from outer space,

"I really don't see why you don't want to work here."

Harry felt his heart shedding tears of blood. Who wouldn't want to work here? He had to be strong,

"I cannot divulge the reasons to you Ma'am."

She shook her head in disbelief and spoke,

"Since we have never dealt with a situation like this before, I have no idea which procedure to follow. I shall discuss this matter with my colleagues today. You will have to come in tomorrow."

Harry nodded silently and then spoke,

"Thankyou."

She dismissed him with a wave of her hand. Harry walked out of her office and then took the elevator down to the ground floor. The reception was beginning to get crowded. Harry exited the building. This was the hardest thing he had ever had to do.

In a dark room, the scene from Miss. Lestrange's office played on a monitor. The scene ended and the silence of the room was broken by a wine glass shattering between thin, slender fingers.

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