Year Four, January

He pulled open the door to the newly built office building of Potter Foundation. It had been a whirlwind of ideas, meetings and fundraisers. He had met with goblins, and government officials. He also talked with school friends, and wealthy families about his idea for the Potter Foundation, and the combination of part of his own personal fortune, and the contributions of others he had a significant amount of money to begin his foundation.

"Sawyer?" He called out to his personal assistant. He found her eight months ago while doing interviews for staff positions. Since he acquired such a large amount of money in a short time he had to put together a board of advisors, and different aides to work for the foundation. Then Sawyer Winnick came into the board room handing, was able to sort through his piles of paperwork, and help him find her resume. He hired her on the spot for his personal assistant, and since then, she was practically his number two.

He was looking around the art gallery first floor. It resembled a green house building, from the floor to the ceiling, it was encased in glass. There was also an assortment of different fauna growing throughout the first floor. There was also a soft sound of water trickling from the fountain that continuously flowed throughout the day.

"At my desk." She replied, and Harry continued up the stairs to her desk. "Hello Mr. Potter, it is good to see you today."

Harry smiled and continued into his office. She followed behind with her legendary yellow legal-pad. "I have your schedule for you to check over." She said handing him a sheet of paper and Harry skimmed the top of the paper.

"It looks fine." Harry said putting it aside and set about his morning routine. He would come into the office, walk about the building and saying hi to the different workers. Sawyer followed behind as he opened his office door.

"Sir, I don't think you looked closely to your schedule." Sawyer said and handed the sheet back to her boss. She watched as his green eyes skimmed the schedule more closely. There was a board meeting with the other trustees, a meeting with the current headmistress of Hogwarts and Minister of Magic. This was a normal occurrence since the ending of the second war. It had been seven years but he still kept a regular meeting with the top heads of the magical world. Then he had some office work, which continued to…

"What is this Sawyer?" Harry asked looking at his afternoon appointments. "A robe fitting?"

"Yes, it is on there." She said making a move to go to her desk.

"Why is there a robe fitting on my schedule." Harry asked following his assistant as if she was his boss. "I did not approve of any robe fitting."

"I know, I took the initiative." Sawyer said pulling her drawer open. She then started to pile different folders on to her desk. "After the board meeting, I will have these proposals for you to go through and sign with your approval." Sawyer was ignoring his questioning eyes.

"Sawyer?" Harry asked putting his demanding presence in front of her desk.

"Mr. Potter, you really should get on your way or you might be late."

"Miss Winnick, I am not leaving this office until you tell me why you approved of a robe fitting." Harry snapped and angry grey eyes snapped up to look into his green eyes. He had never taken a tone with her before, and he was getting a little out of control.

"I approved of this meeting, because Miss Greengrass made an appointment for you." She said in a dangerously low voice. Harry nodded head realizing he over-stepped with his attitude. He offered her a grin, but continued out the door to attend his board meeting.

******

Forty-seven minutes later Harry was sitting opposite to half of his board finishing up negotiations on an idea to generate more revenue for the foundation.

"I really think we should discuss buying into the Weasley stock." A man said, "Their sales are through the roof, and if we invest into their business think of the money we could generate from the business venture."

"No." Harry said looking directly at the man.

"But Mr. Potter, it really is a smart business move." Another man said, but Harry ignored his pleas.

"I said no before and again I am saying no." He snapped slamming his folder shut. "We are not hemorrhaging for contributions, and I started this foundation to be a non-profit organization. Not a business."

"What you don't understand but we could expand the company to be a profit organization." A first man said. He had been an annoying addition to Harry's board. His family had bought him a seat on the board after contributing a large sum of gold to the foundation's coffers. He had been greedy, and money hungry and felt his seat made him a chairman.

"I don't want a profit organization." Harry said in a serious tone. "I know you are new to this arrangement, Stewart but this is not a business to make money, but to do good." He glared at Stewart and stood from the table. "Ladies and Gentlemen, if that is all I have a meeting with the Minister." They all smiled and waved him out of the board room.

He walked with a silenced temerity as he walked back to his office. Harry felt proud for standing up to the board again to the idea of joining forces with the Weasley Wizarding Wheezes without having to divulge his real reason for not buying up the business stock. But he was still guarded his happiness because he felt badly for treating Sawyer with such disdain.

He had seen her wrath first hand, when she got angry at her fiancé, and he vowed to never be on the receiving end of her anger. He approached his office and heard the tone of Draco Malfoy trying to woo the pants off his assistant. Harry laughed knowing that if she had any anger it probably filtered out on to Malfoy's failed attempts to flirt with her.

"Really Miss Sawyer, did you get my flowers the other day?" Draco asked and Harry heard Sawyer groaned and he had to stifle his chuckle. There had been a large display of roses, lilies and sunflowers delivered to Harry's office for Sawyer, and it did not come with a note. He figured it was either from Sawyer's fiancé, but he was not prone to big gestures. He figured Arnold had said something wrong that weekend, and the flowers were a way to apologize to Sawyer.

"Those were from you?" She asked disapprovingly. "Mr. Malfoy, I have told you before, I am ENGAGED!"

"Ahaa, but not totally spoken for!" Draco said laughing, "I still have a chance!"

Harry walked in at that moment and smiled at Sawyer. "Malfoy quit harassing my assistant." Draco turned and nodded at Harry. He motioned for Draco to walk into his office. "Besides if anyone gets her it's me."

They only heard Sawyer groan into her hands at his comment before she was drowned out by their laughter. Harry went to his desk while the Malfoy heir placed himself in one of the comfortable chairs in front of his desk.

"So what do I owe this visit from the exalted Malfoy heir himself?" Harry asked pulling on the top folder and glanced over the paragraph. It was a proposal to help set up a fund for orphaned kids be able to pay for school supplies. Harry signed it right away.

"Well, I deemed you worthy of my presence." Draco said looking at his finger nails. He had a habit of checking up on Harry every few weeks, or every few days. There hadn't been an incident like the alcohol since that day, but he felt since the foundation was going so well, he wanted to make sure Harry wasn't getting too distracted with some abusive attitude.

"Thank you, you kind sir." Harry said signing his name on the next proposal but stopping to flash Draco a smile.

"Sawyer said you were at your board meeting, how did it go?" Draco asked.

"There is this stupid new board member; do you know a Stewart Larsen?" Harry replied to Draco's question, the two had formed a friendly bond that allowed them to keep in touch, but not overly friendly.

"Larsen, as in Larsen shipping?' Draco asked and Harry's head acquiesced with a nod. "I met the older Larsen a couple of times when he would come around to visit Father, and Mother, but I never met their son. Why is he a pompous ass?"

"That is putting it lightly." And Harry continued into telling Draco about the family buying the son a membership position when they donated a large sum of gold to his foundation. He saw the connotations behind it, but he could sacrifice his sanity a couple hours a month to receive such a large sum of money from one family. Now he was wishing he could rethink this deal.

"Well, it sounds like a smart business move, but I can understand your hesitations." Draco said and watched at Harry put aside another folder without marking his pen to the paper. "But you were right to say that the non-profit organization is not for personal advancement." Harry nodded.

"Why the hell are you really here?" Harry finally asked looking Draco in the eyes. "I have a meeting with the Minister and McGonagall in twenty minutes, plus all of this work."

"What I find is if you just sign your name to everything, your work gets done faster." Draco said shifting his shoulders up and down. He had recently finished wizarding law school, and was in the throes of studying for the wand exam. He had offered Harry a multitude of help with business deals and advice on board members and his mission statement.

"Yeah, I used to do that." Harry said, "But then Sawyer started checking over my work." Draco laughed and Harry flushed a bit. His assistant was more like a daunting conscience that would rein its opinion on any part of his life. "But you didn't answer my question, what the bloody hell are you doing here?"

Draco shrugged again, "I heard a rumor that you had a date this afternoon with Miss Astoria Greengrass."

Harry smirked at his friend. The plot thickened to a consistency of clam chowder. He thought of all the wicked ways he could torment his friend. Draco had been dancing around; a romantic entanglement was probably the easiest way to describe their relationship, for the past few months. They were never a real item but yet Draco never was serious when flirting with any other witch. It was just Draco's attitude.

"In fact I do." Harry said nonchalantly putting another file aside.

"That's it?' Draco asked.

"It to what?"

"That is all you are going to say to me?" Draco asked getting a little angry. "Alright, what will this date entail?"

"I know it has something to do with robes, I don't know if it involves taking them off, putting them on, or a combination of the two." Harry replied raucously and he watched as Draco's hand gripped the handles of the chair tightly. "I don't know Draco; you said she is a crazy woman."

"I didn't mean like that Potter!" Draco snapped and Harry's eyebrow lifted a centimeter.

"Merlin's balls Draco calm down." Harry replied and dipped his quill into his ink well. He signed his name approving yet another grant. "Astoria made an appointment with Sawyer for a robe fitting. I don't know any more details then that. You might go ask my assistant, but how you harassed her earlier; I'm strongly betting you won't be getting anymore information out of her." Harry said grinning wickedly and glanced at his clock on the wall. "If you want to see Professor McGonagall, and the Minister, I would suggest you stick around,"

"You know, I was never her favorite." Draco said getting up from his seat. In fact, Draco had not seen any professors from Hogwarts since the day of the last battle, and he planned on keeping it that way. "Just so we know, when it comes to Astoria-

"Malfoy, you really should just make her make you an honest man." Harry joked wickedly and watched as Draco offered him a rude gesture and sauntered out the door. Harry heard Draco flirt his good bye to Sawyer and she snapped at him to get the hell out of the office.

*****

He had finished his meetings, and had his lunch at his desk while he reviewed over the remaining proposals when there was a knock on his door.

"Come in!" He called while swallowing his roast beef sandwich and crisps. He took a sip of his butterbeer to clear his throat and the door opened to reveal Sawyer and Astoria. He audibly cursed at the pair but neither winced at his words.

"Your afternoon appointment is here sir." Sawyer grimaced maliciously. This was her way at striking back for his attitude, and allowing Draco to harass her so thoroughly this morning.

"Get out of her Sawyer, before I owl Malfoy to come back." Harry snapped and the assistant just laughed as she returned to her desk and pulled the door to shut. Harry observed the fair witch standing before him. She hadn't really changed in the past months. Her hair had grown a few inches, but he figured that was relatively unimportant in descriptions. Harry had become to view Astoria as a good friend, but he still held her at an arm's length. He never truly shared his entire opinion, and never came forth with so much information, and refrained from becoming attached.

From what he garnered from her attitude, she had no problem with the arrangement he created. But today she seemed different; she was wearing a cream colored dress and dark leggings. Her hair was flowing which he noticed was a difference; she normally had it tied back. But then he hardly saw her in purely personal settings.

"Are you done scrutinizing me?" Astoria demanded with a mocking tone. She did have one thing over all the other persons in Harry's life; she had the authority to joke around with him. He was not one for too much camaraderie but with Astoria a glimmer of the past Harry came out at moments.

"No." He replied simply and continued to take in her appearance, and he began to feel a prickle of pain in his nose. Being a healer, Astoria understood quite a lot about the bodily functions, and she was able to curse people to sneeze. It was how she retaliated. "Ok, let me sneeze!"

She released the curse, and Harry let out a walloping sneeze. "Mr. Potter are you feeling under the weather, perhaps we should make an appointment to see if you are healthy."

"You just want to get your ruddy hands on me again." His wink full of mirth and a rosy glow presented itself on her cheeks. He stood up and went to retrieve his jacket. "So where are you taking me today?"

"For a robe fitting." Astoria said and allowed him to put on his jacket before taking his arm, and leaving the office. They walked in a comfortable silence. "What did you mean when you said to Sawyer that you would call Draco to return?"

Harry laughed and explained about the earlier ordeal. Astoria rolled her eyes, and they apparated to the store front of Madam Malkins. Within the store, he sat on a chair while Astoria went about selecting different varieties and colors for Harry to purchase. Madam Malkin was assisting them today, and she regaled to Astoria how much Harry has grown over the years. He had no need to talk, and just prance around like a little doll Astoria was using, but he knew there was some ulterior motive for the afternoon's escapade.

They were just finishing up pinning the last formal robe when he looked directly into her eyes. "Astoria, why did you take me shopping today?"

"I wouldn't call this shopping Harry." She said dismissively and went to browse some of the new outfits of the season. "It would only constitute as shopping if we went to three stores to try on robes. I know you have little patience for such things."

"You also know I have little patience when people do not answer my questions." Harry growled at her face and winced as Madam Malkin purposefully pricked him with a pin. He glared at her but she held another pin to the fabric and stared menacingly back into his eyes.

"Harry, I am not your subordinate, the minister of magic, or your house elf, I do not have to answer everything you ask me, and I will definitely not answer when you sulk." She snapped and pulled another robe from a pile. It was lilac and there was no way in hell he was going to purchase a robe that was lilac.

He watched observing the situation for a moment, and decided another approach. "So Draco came to me with all sorts of questions today."

"Well men normally have a lot of questions." Astoria replied looking at a fuchsia blouse. He could tell by her body language that she was not as dismissive at the subject change as she was trying to pretend.

"Yeah, but he seemed quite interested in our little outing this afternoon." Harry mentioned while he slipped the robe off of his head and handed the fabric carefully to Madam Malkin. He stepped down from the stool and walked to where Astoria was standing while putting his shirt back on. "Seemed quite moody that it was just you and me."

She rolled her eyes and turned to help him tie his tie. "Well I told him he had no reason to worry."

"Maybe you should ask him." He offered as she tightened the knot on his tie and then he was grasping for air. "Astoria!"

She released him from her hold. "You are ridiculous Harry Potter." She started to walk away when Harry caught her hand. He pulled her close to his body and invaded her personal space. He felt her breath catch when he allowed for his hand to move from her arm up to her shoulder to capture her cheek in a fond embrace.

He brought his face close to hers and he watched her eyes contemplate his lips. "Astoria." He whispered and she hummed a response. "Do you find my lips in satisfactory health?" He cracked up, he had no sexual drive towards her, but he was still able to make a girl go weak in the knees. Astoria pushed away from his body. "You know I told Draco I would be respectable around you."

"Well that was blown to hell." She rolled her eyes and they walked from the store. Madam Malkin had Harry's account on file, and the funds would be withdrawn for the attire he had just purchased.

The entered the ice cream Shoppe and each ordered a cone, even though it was near freezing temperatures outside. "Will you please tell me why we went robe shopping, if you wanted to see me, you could have just come by the house?"

"This is not just a pleasant meeting Harry." Astoria said, "You know about the fundraiser tonight The Coalition is putting on, and the proceeds of the event is going to your developmental research fund?"

Yes Harry knew, he had known for months ever since they booked tonight months in advance to make sure he would attend the damn gala. He had tried for weeks to rearrange his schedule so that Sawyer would double or triple book him for engagements, but she was meticulous about his schedule, he was not even allowed to alter it without her knowledge.

He had no problem with attending fundraiser, creating a non-profit organization with his name in the title would be a stupid idea if he hated going to fundraisers. It was The Coalition. It was a single name of the multi-media group that had been hounding Harry for all sorts of personal interviews. First it was little media spots, but soon their tabloids started following Harry around making him a martyr of any situation.

Then there was the interviews they wanted, and he turned down about 97 percent of the offers. He had no need for money, so they couldn't bribe him for his words, and he didn't need any coverage. Harry liked being Harry, but The Coalition almost seemed out for blood. He wasn't surprised it was run by some American billionaire who took pleasure in ruining people's lives, and the hypocrisy of the matter, is they were desperate enough to throw a fundraiser for Harry's organization to get closer to Harry.

They could throw all the money they had at his organization, he was not going to bend over and allow them an all access pass into his life.

"Yes, I know about the damn fundraiser." Harry said spitefully and pushed his ice cream away. The bitter taste filled his mouth when he remembered tonight's engagements.

Astoria gave him an inquisitive look.

"What, I don't want to go." He said shrugging his shoulders. He explained the situation and when he saw the happy gleam in her eye, he was afraid to ask.

"That's perfect Harry!" She laughed. "I have devised a plan for you this evening."

"Is that the reason for the new dress robes-?

"God no, you just needed some new dress robes, but my plan for tonight is you won't be going alone." She said interrupting his question.

"I won't be going alone; you and Malfoy will be there." Harry explained, he made sure to subject Malfoy to every obnoxious gala he had to attend. Malfoy was on the list of his major contributors and being a close acquaintance to Harry helped the Malfoy's re-establish themselves among the population.

Narcissa was his main party coordinator. She was also a person he valued their respect and happiness. It was funny the turn of events that have taken place since the ending of the war. Harry was often seen escorting Narcissa Malfoy to gala functions, and fundraisers for his organization, whenever Draco had a date or was unable to attend the function.

"I didn't mean that, you will have a date for this function." Astoria said. "A girl your age, and I think you two will get along famously."

"Why do people say that?" Harry asked about her phrase, "Get along famously, do you mean that literally, or is there a difference between getting along, and getting along famously."

"Well tonight you will see." Astoria said and gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek.

*******

It was hours later when Harry was sitting in the entry way to his fundraiser. It was a weird style where the people would descend a stair case and be introduced to the party as they arrived. Astoria and Draco had yet to arrive with his blind date, and Narcissa had already entered the party. There had been a few witch and wizards that chatted with him, but he was busy trying not to get to nervous.

"Harry." Her heard Astoria call out to him. He took a deep breath and turned to find a trio walking towards him. Draco was looking quite handsome in his formal robes, and Astoria was wearing a gown that glittered gold, and the third person of their trio, Harry knew right away.

It was Twyla Goodwitch, model/actress extraordinaire. The woman that appeared on as many magazine covers as Harry. He gave her a smile and held out his hand.

"Hello, I am Harry Potter." He said and she took his hand graciously. Draco and Astoria lingered for a few moments explaining the reason they were delayed, due to some late consultation of Astoria's. He waited a bit before he stepped forward to enter the gala.

"Nice to meet you Harry, I am Twyla-

"Goodwitch, yes I know." He said smiling. He approved of her attire, it was a tight red gown that hugged her bodice and flowed out at the knees, and Astoria made a fine choice in blind dates, but he was afraid her physical appearance was the extent of her positive attributes.

"Thank you for being able to attend this gala with me." Harry said putting her hand in the crook of his elbow. She smiled and nodded.

"I was swindled into it." Twyla admitted and Harry looked directly into her lavender eyes questioningly.

"Swindled, please tell me how you got swindled into being my date?" Harry asked, needing a good story to calm his nerves. She seemed normal enough, not gushing over his contributions and his amazing feats at defeating voldemort. She hadn't even looked at his scar.

She started telling a story of being a friend of Astoria back in school, and making a bet with Astoria a few months back about a different friend of theirs getting married. "Well I lost." She said as they entered into the hallway of photo flashes. "And she made me agree to a blind date."

"So, you are only here with me because you lost a bet?' Harry asked acting like he was hurt. She laughed and rolled her eyes.

"If she had told me she was going to set me up with Harry Potter, I would have agreed way before this." She said seductively into his ear and pulled Harry in front of the group of photographers. The group went hysterical catching Harry and Twyla together. He smiled politely and allowed her to put on a show for the crowd.

"MISS GOODWITCH, ARE YOU AND HARRY TOGETHER?" One reporter asked.

She gave him a delightful smile, but did not answer the question. The hallway was just to collect pictures of the wealthy elite that came to celebrate tonight.

"HARRY, HARRY ARE YOU TWO ENGAGED?"

"Potter if you were any more ridged I would say you were a corpse." She whispered into his ear while poking him in the side. "Lighten up."

She was a natural with the press. She smiled at all the right cues, and even answered a few questions, explaining that the two were friends joining efforts to raise some money for Harry's Research and Development fund.

She went into no detail about their relationship and then near the very end of the session Harry leant down and whispered into her ear. "Astoria was right."

"About what?" Twyla asked.

"She remarked earlier that we would get along 'famously.'" Harry explained and the two laughed at the joke and entered the ball room. The party was not horribly wicked, and Harry actually had a delightful time with Twyla on his arm. The Coalition was excited that he chose tonight to step out with the famous actress and did not press him for any details or asked for any kind of interview.

Plus, they made quite a bit of money.

*******

Harry and Twyla's date was slowly coming to an end. He was driving her home in the town car he hired for the evening. The fundraiser was in magical society, but both he and Twyla kept residences outside the magical realm. It was beginning to be early morning when they pulled in front of her house.

He opened the door and offered a hand to help her from the car.

"Thanks Harry." She said and remained holding his hand as they worked their ways up her front steps. He smiled, but he knew she was not for him.

She made him laugh; feel at ease, but there was no spark. A spark of friendship, but no romance.

Twyla touched her wand to the door and the locks sprung apart, and she turned to face Harry. "Tonight was a lot of fun." She dropped his hand. He smiled and placed a kiss on her forehead. "I should punch you in the face."

He laughed. "Why is that?"

"You took a bold move, do you not know who I am Potter?" Twyla demanded jokingly. They had hinted at flirtation all throughout the night, but he figured it was a show for Astoria.

"Not really." Harry shrugged joking in return. "Please tell me."

Her eyes twinkled from the starlight. "I am Twyla Goodwitch, the new type of witch; I don't wait around for my man to make the first move."

"Good thing I am not your man." Harry said laughing. "It has been fun but did you really see this continuing?"

"Good no, you are too dreadfully boring, if you don't mind me saying." She laughed and punched him in the shoulder and he took the blow admirably.

He held his hand out, "How about friends?" He offered his hand as a sign of friendship. Tonight was a new turn in his life. He felt grateful for Astoria for badgering into his life, but he also found that saying the term friend, did not hurt him.

She took his offered hand, and the handshake turned into a hug and while he held her to his body she murmured, "You know what this means, Astoria is going to have a cow that her plan didn't work out."

He laughed and they parted ways for the night.

*******

Here is a bit of fun writing. I had running around my brain for the past few days. I never was going to have a romantic entanglement with Twyla, she and Sawyer are just going to be characters that move Harry into a more trusting place for relationships. I hope you enjoyed it, and reviews are always welcome.