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yacht in the caraibs counting my money.
Harry Potter was sitting in his bedroom, the first week after he came back from Hogwarts. Sirius's death was on his mind like plague and didn't seem to want to go away. He was fed up with it. He decided to go for a walk. He got out of the 4, Privet Drive and walked down the streets, not really knowing where he was headed. His mind now on Quidditch, he heard someone calling him out. "Boy! Come here a minute!" A tall, beefy man was waving to him. He went to see what the man wanted. "Yes, Sir?" Harry said. "How would you like to have a job for summer, boy?" The man said. "What kind of job, Sir?" Harry asked politely. "You'd be a moving-helper, helping me move furniture, tables, boxes, you know, and the whole thing when somebody's moving." The man said. "You'd be paid of course, about 8 to 10 pounds an hour, depending on the service you're giving. So, what do you think?" The man asked. Harry considered this for a minute and thought that he had to occupy himself, or Sirius's death would kill him. "Yes, I accept. Is it only for summer?" Harry asked. "Yes, of course. You still have school, right?" Harry nodded and the man said "My name is Alan Malder. Call me Alan; I hate being treated like a noble, or whatever. I'll come and take you tomorrow morning at 5o clock, to give you a general training. What's your address?" "4, Privet Drive. Do I have a uniform or something like that to buy?" Harry asked "No, just put some old clothes you don't wear anymore. That'll be perfect. Your name is?" Alan asked. "Harry Potter." Harry said. "Okay, see you tomorrow, Harry." "Thanks a lot, Alan. I really needed that." "No problem, Harry." Harry waved the man goodbye and headed back to Privet Drive. He entered his doom and went to see his uncle. "Hmm, Uncle Vernon?" Harry said carefully. His uncle grunted. "I founded a job, so you won't have me in your way all summer. Just wanted to tell you." Harry said. His uncle turned around. "You founded a job? You?" He said, his voice full of disbelief. "Yes, I'll be a moving-helper. I'll have 8 to 10 pounds an hour." Harry said proudly. His uncle just grunted and turned back to his television program. Harry went to his room and slumped on his bed. He got up almost at once and went to his radio. He had discovered muggle music, by Dudley, and had started to listen to American rap, reggae and R&B music. He particularly liked Eminem and the whole of the artists on his label. He putted on a CD and pressed Play. Music filled the small room and he tried to dance. He was not really good, but he was planning to learn by rap and reggae videos. He placed his alarm clock for 4:30 and went to take out his old clothes he would take to work. He placed them on his table and went to bed. He drifted to a dreamless sleep, music still playing. The alarm beeped at 4:30 the next morning, and he got up instantly. He went to take a quick shower and dressed up. He went downstairs, as quietly as possible and opened the front door. He sat in the stairs, and waited. He heard a strange noise, coming his way. The strange noise was in fact Alan's truck. He stopped just in front of Harry who got up and hopped in the truck, on the passenger's side.
"Hey Harry! How are you?" Alan asked with a smile. "Fine, but I'm a little tired. It's not a habit for me to wake up at 4:30. Guess I'll just do with it." Harry finished, with a shrug. "Yeah, it's hard for some people to wake up at those times. So, what d'you want to know first?" Alan asked. "Well, I already know the whole moving thing, so I'll just need the training for lifting fridges, stoves and stuff like that." Harry said. "Well, that's exactly what we'll do today. We're going to my warehouse; I'll give you your training there. When's your birthday?" Alan asked. "31st of July. I'll be 16 years old." Harry said, realizing how much he had grew up. "You might want to consider getting your driving license, it's always useful. I could train you if you want." Alan said. "Thanks, I'll see to that for sure." Harry responded happily. He was really happy. He now had a job, no Dursleys for almost the whole of a day; he would get money (muggle money, but who cares ;) and he would get Sirius out of his mind. PERFECT!!!!!! When they arrived at Alan's warehouse, Harry got out of the truck and waited, looking around. There was a whole pack of broken things in there. Old fridges, parts of cars, broke-down electronic things and lots more. "Yeah, it's a little messy." Alan said, embarrassed. "It doesn't matter, I like it here." Harry said truthfully. Harry learned the art of lifting in no time at all (it's not an art but that's what Alan calls it) and he began developing muscles, so he decided to build himself up in a gym. That's all he was doing. Work, train, work, train, work, train, music, dance lessons. One month had passed since he came back and he didn't even notice. On Friday afternoon, Alan told him that they had a big contract that would last for 6 days.
Harry Potter was sitting in his bedroom, the first week after he came back from Hogwarts. Sirius's death was on his mind like plague and didn't seem to want to go away. He was fed up with it. He decided to go for a walk. He got out of the 4, Privet Drive and walked down the streets, not really knowing where he was headed. His mind now on Quidditch, he heard someone calling him out. "Boy! Come here a minute!" A tall, beefy man was waving to him. He went to see what the man wanted. "Yes, Sir?" Harry said. "How would you like to have a job for summer, boy?" The man said. "What kind of job, Sir?" Harry asked politely. "You'd be a moving-helper, helping me move furniture, tables, boxes, you know, and the whole thing when somebody's moving." The man said. "You'd be paid of course, about 8 to 10 pounds an hour, depending on the service you're giving. So, what do you think?" The man asked. Harry considered this for a minute and thought that he had to occupy himself, or Sirius's death would kill him. "Yes, I accept. Is it only for summer?" Harry asked. "Yes, of course. You still have school, right?" Harry nodded and the man said "My name is Alan Malder. Call me Alan; I hate being treated like a noble, or whatever. I'll come and take you tomorrow morning at 5o clock, to give you a general training. What's your address?" "4, Privet Drive. Do I have a uniform or something like that to buy?" Harry asked "No, just put some old clothes you don't wear anymore. That'll be perfect. Your name is?" Alan asked. "Harry Potter." Harry said. "Okay, see you tomorrow, Harry." "Thanks a lot, Alan. I really needed that." "No problem, Harry." Harry waved the man goodbye and headed back to Privet Drive. He entered his doom and went to see his uncle. "Hmm, Uncle Vernon?" Harry said carefully. His uncle grunted. "I founded a job, so you won't have me in your way all summer. Just wanted to tell you." Harry said. His uncle turned around. "You founded a job? You?" He said, his voice full of disbelief. "Yes, I'll be a moving-helper. I'll have 8 to 10 pounds an hour." Harry said proudly. His uncle just grunted and turned back to his television program. Harry went to his room and slumped on his bed. He got up almost at once and went to his radio. He had discovered muggle music, by Dudley, and had started to listen to American rap, reggae and R&B music. He particularly liked Eminem and the whole of the artists on his label. He putted on a CD and pressed Play. Music filled the small room and he tried to dance. He was not really good, but he was planning to learn by rap and reggae videos. He placed his alarm clock for 4:30 and went to take out his old clothes he would take to work. He placed them on his table and went to bed. He drifted to a dreamless sleep, music still playing. The alarm beeped at 4:30 the next morning, and he got up instantly. He went to take a quick shower and dressed up. He went downstairs, as quietly as possible and opened the front door. He sat in the stairs, and waited. He heard a strange noise, coming his way. The strange noise was in fact Alan's truck. He stopped just in front of Harry who got up and hopped in the truck, on the passenger's side.
"Hey Harry! How are you?" Alan asked with a smile. "Fine, but I'm a little tired. It's not a habit for me to wake up at 4:30. Guess I'll just do with it." Harry finished, with a shrug. "Yeah, it's hard for some people to wake up at those times. So, what d'you want to know first?" Alan asked. "Well, I already know the whole moving thing, so I'll just need the training for lifting fridges, stoves and stuff like that." Harry said. "Well, that's exactly what we'll do today. We're going to my warehouse; I'll give you your training there. When's your birthday?" Alan asked. "31st of July. I'll be 16 years old." Harry said, realizing how much he had grew up. "You might want to consider getting your driving license, it's always useful. I could train you if you want." Alan said. "Thanks, I'll see to that for sure." Harry responded happily. He was really happy. He now had a job, no Dursleys for almost the whole of a day; he would get money (muggle money, but who cares ;) and he would get Sirius out of his mind. PERFECT!!!!!! When they arrived at Alan's warehouse, Harry got out of the truck and waited, looking around. There was a whole pack of broken things in there. Old fridges, parts of cars, broke-down electronic things and lots more. "Yeah, it's a little messy." Alan said, embarrassed. "It doesn't matter, I like it here." Harry said truthfully. Harry learned the art of lifting in no time at all (it's not an art but that's what Alan calls it) and he began developing muscles, so he decided to build himself up in a gym. That's all he was doing. Work, train, work, train, work, train, music, dance lessons. One month had passed since he came back and he didn't even notice. On Friday afternoon, Alan told him that they had a big contract that would last for 6 days.