Chapter 4
Flash-Forward
10 years ahead…
"It's like people just do things for the money. And that's really sad."
-Wayne's World
Dan walked along the sidewalk, his hands in his pockets. Ever since he went off to live as a Muggle his life had been miserable. He had chosen to live as a Muggle himself, considering he thought he could've prevented the Potter's death. Dan hoped that wherever Harry was, he was happy. Dan certainly hoped Harry had found a way to escape from the Dursleys. Dan knew what those people were like, and it made him ill just to think about the kind of treatment they were giving Harry-if he was still there.
Dan dragged himself to a local diner and slumped into a vacant booth. How in the world had he expected life to be fine while he lived as a Muggle? He couldn't do ANYTHING he was accustomed to. He missed the Chocolate Frogs…
Dan also knew that Voldemort could be looking for him and kill him at any moment. His old friend Snape, he knew, was no longer a Death-Eater either, and he hadn't been killed, but Dan still worried. Besides, Snape was a double agent. Dear old Voldemort thought he was still a Death-Eater, but he wasn't.
After a very disgusting lunch (courtesy of tuna melt), Dan decided to go look for a job. Right now, he was just freeloader, but Dan wanted a job now, so he decided to go into a shop and find out if he was needed there.
Dan entered the shop and saw a very large boy with blonde hair with his bony mother. The mother looked oddly like Lily's sister, Petunia. Dan walked up to the counter when he saw…he rubbed his eyes, not believing it…he saw Harry.
Of course, Dan couldn't be entirely sure it was truly Harry, but the boy had a striking resemblance to James and had Lily's eyes. Yes, it was Harry, no denying it. Dan started toward him when he decided it was best not to talk to him, because Petunia kept barking at Harry to stay out of the way. Dan felt a hot surge of anger and clutched his fists in rage. Evidently, Harry had not found a way to escape the horrible, dreadful Dursleys.
Dan walked up to the counter and asked the rather attractive saleslady if there was a position open.
"Sure," said the saleslady. Dan looked at her nametag and saw that it said MIRANDA. "You can sort the underwear." Miranda pointed to a large pile of an assortment of underwear-panties, boxers, briefs, French cuts.
Dan sighed and signed the application form. He trudged over to the mountain of underwear and started sorting it into smaller piles.
The things Dan would do for money…
A/N: OK, I know this is a short chapter, but I'm not in a good mood! OK, bye. (walks to bathroom, shaking her head and singing "Time After Time" to no one in particular)