A/N: It's been almost a year! I've been really busy though, so as a present I'm giving you the third chapter. The fourth chapter should come out within a few months. If not, feel free to poke me! I've spent whatever time I could working on this chapter in the past six months, so please don't freak out on me. XD
If you dooo... well... -hides under desk- Don't kill me?
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Jurassic Park. Those belong to J.K. Rowling, Kathleen Kennedy, and Gerald R. Molen respectively (along with Michael Crichton). Those are pure works of genius that I couldn't have made up by myself, let alone several other people.
Fred glanced at his twin in concern, who was staring at Harry with a thoughtful expression. This place was pretty awesome, and as they followed Harry into another room, he cocked his head as the black-haired boy shot them a wink. Wait- Fred narrowed his eyes, absently wiping a hand down his face to get rid of anything suspicious. Harry merely shot them an innocent look, before scrambling up the stairs to the odd stage that faced several rows of seats.
While everyone else filed in after the twins, the two claimed front row seats and shared amused glances. They didn't really know what was going on- just that they were on a tour of a dinosaur park. What were dinosaurs, anyways?
"Right!" Harry flipped through a manila folder, pursing his lips and glancing over the large group with a mischievous glint in his eyes. As Sirius and Remus entered the room, he waved a hand and the door shut. An ominous clicking sound rang throughout the room, which probably meant that it locked. "Take a seat, somewhere. I don't particularly care."
Clasping his hands behind his back, Harry bounced on his toes and faced the screen with a determined expression. "Right, like I said earlier, DNA is the building block of life. Short for deoxyribonucleic acid, all living beings consist of this material. There are four bases in DNA: adenine, guanine, cytosine, and thymine." He turned around, pulling out a tablet and sliding his fingers across the screen in a few short swipes. "One of the most important factors about DNA is that it can replicate itself, which is integral in regards to my company."
The screen behind him flickered to life, showing a picture of something that looked like a spiraling ladder. "This," Harry gestured to the image grandly, idly pushing his glasses up his nose. "Is a double helix. Each strand of DNA serves as a pattern, which is vital when we are cloning the dinosaurs. The order of the four bases determines what kind of information and what we are looking at exactly."
The group of seventeen stared at the screen in unabashed amazement. Harry merely smiled patiently, and brushed his fingers against his tablet again in a couple of long strokes, before tapping things on it. The large screen against the wall of the auditorium flickered again, before displaying several digital dinosaurs, all downsized to fit on one screen. "As I mentioned before, dinosaurs were alive millions of years ago, before being wiped out by disease and meteors."
The fifteen-year-old stashed the tablet beneath the front flap of his manila folder, pursing his lips slightly. "As we take a tour of the park, you will learn about various dinosaurs and what not. Please follow me, and my assistant. She will be here shortly.
"LOVEGOOD!" Harry's yell into his walkie-talkie made everyone jump.
There was a brief crackling of white noise before a recognizable, dreamy voice came through. "Yes, Harry?"
"Mind accompanying me with this group of idiots?"
Hermione felt righteously indignant, while Remus and McGonagall choked on air and the others merely stared at the black-haired Potter. How dare he call them stupid!
"On my way!~" Luna's voice crackled through, right before Harry clicked a button on the device to turn it off. "Right, while we wait for my assistant to arrive, any questions?"
"What the hell is going on, Harry?" Ron blurted out, his blue eyes wide with immense confusion and slight hurt. Why hadn't Harry involved them with this? He and Hermione could have helped him! "Why didn't you contact us?"
"Mm?" Harry glanced up from distractedly staring down at his manila folder. "Oh! You would have brought it to Dumbledore eventually, which I didn't want. I've had enough of his meddling in my life."
Mrs. Weasley opened her mouth to scold him furiously, only to get a hand slapped over it by an irate Fleur. As various, rather curious faces turned towards Dumbledore, the old man shrank back slightly and merely looked down.
George couldn't hold it in anymore. "Would you be willing to accept interns from the magical world?"
Harry glanced at the twins in surprise, before a small, albeit warm smile crept onto his face. "I would," he admitted. "Those who are interested in working for InGen, or Jurassic Park, can talk to me at any time in regards to working here."
The twins beamed at him, while Sirius and Remus exchanged intrigued glances. There was an eager look on Fleur's and Shacklebolt's face, while Tonks looked contemplative. Ron seemed to be struggling with something internally, while Ginny pouted slightly and Hermione gave into her excitement, bouncing excitedly on her seat. All of the others had varying looks of disapproval, confusion, anger, and discomfort.
"What kind of careers are open?" Hermione asked curiously, her brown eyes gleaming.
"Mmm, well, we have geneticists, scientists, researchers, park rangers, breeders, trainers..." Harry almost went cross-eyed from trying to think of all the careers that were open. "There are probably some positions open in management. I know we need receptionists, cashiers, and tour guides, as well as people working the rides... Shopkeepers."
Brown eyes gleamed in anticipation at the mention of researchers, while Fred and George looked the most excited at the shopkeeping.
"I'm probably going to guess that there are several of you who are interested," Harry murmured, a contemplative look sparking on his face. With gleaming eyes, he glanced over the crowd of magical people. "However, I have the right to refuse internship to those who are not qualified, misbehaved, and not willing to work hard." Therefore, in his mind, there were a lot of people here that would automatically be cut off the list.
A loud crashing sound outside of the room had many of the magicals jump and glance around furtively in their panic. Where did it come from? A brief, muffled laugh escaped the messy-haired fifteen year old at the sound, recognizing it for what it was: his personal assistant.
From where Harry stood, he could see a panel on the far right open and release the blonde-haired form of one Luna Lovegood. Bright blue eyes flickered mischievously upon seeing the gawping magicals, before she abruptly ignored them and flipped her curly ponytail back behind her. "You asked for me, Harry-kins?" she inquired sweetly, large blue eyes dreamily sweeping across the ceiling and settling on a few random spots.
There were a few audible choking noises before, "Luna?!" came the incredulous simultaneous voices from the youngest Weasleys.