PS: I've forgotten to tell you that all the characters are now American, except for Lucius and Narcissa. I also wanted to remind you, OOC.

Chapter 1: Introducing the Country Boy

Once upon a time there was a little boy who dreamed of being a star. His passion was as fiery as the red hair on his head, and it didn't matter that he was only a poor boy from a poor Wizarding family living in a small town in the middle of no where. In his heart, he knew that he can make it big one day.

Ronald Weasley was the sixth son of Molly Weasley and the second to last child born. He was also the last one to leave home.

Molly Weasley was a fine mother - up until the disappearance of her husband, a year after her youngest child was born. After this the woman became slightly mentally unstable and thus had driven most of her children away.

The first two sons, Bill and Charlie both left when they were 17 to work, and they both send money home every month. They were both Aurors for the ministry and rarely have time to come home to visit the family. But even with the money from both brothers, it was hardly enough for the 6 of them to live comfortably.

The third son, Percy, left home a year later to fulfill his dreams of becoming a journalist. He, like his older brothers, send money home as well, even if it's not as much.

The next two sons were twins. Before Fred and George Weasley left, they were known as the town's most notorious pranksters. They disappeared one night at the age of 16, probably to escape their mother, who had, since they were born, treated them as a mistake. The twins never contacted the family until last year when they started sending money home. Still, no one seems to have any knowledge of where they are or what they do for the money.

The youngest member of the Weasley family is Virginia Weasley. Being Molly's only daughter, she is surrounded by six brothers. Molly, fearing that her daughter will become sexually confused, tried to raise her daughter to be as feminine as possible. The result was not what she was hoping for, for the girl still spends a lot of time rolling around in the dirt with her brothers and eventually ran away from home a year ago to escape the pressure. Like Fred and George, no one ever heard from her again.

And now, it was Ron's turn to fly away. And he was going to fly higher than any of them. With part of the money given by his brothers which he accumulated over the years he had hired someone to watch over his mother while he was away before leaving for New York.

But life was hard for poor Ron in New York. Becoming famous was easier said than done and Ron was never taken seriously by theaters or shows. So the boy started taking part time jobs as waiters and bellboys to make ends meet. Unfortunately the boy was never good at any of these jobs and soon got himself fired.

It wasn't long after that he finds himself evicted from his small apartment, thrown out on his ass to wander in the lonely streets of this cruel city. Suddenly the saying, 'If you can make it here, you can make it anywhere' held a lot more meaning as the boy sat down on the pavement, his luggage next to him, as he pondered on why he ever thought he was good enough to make it here when so many had failed.

"Out of a job, huh?" a voice suddenly said, as he turned around to face a stranger with amethyst eyes and dark chocolate brown hair.

"Is it that obvious?" The boy replied sarcastically, but the stranger wasn't put out, instead, he eyed the pretty red head with interest and continued talking.

"You know, if you're really desperate for a job, you can always go to Fat Zam. " The man looked up and down at the red head once more before adding, "They'd have to be blind to turn you down."

"How is running to an Italian mobster king going to help me?" The boy asked both sarcastically and confusedly. "I'm a singer, not a gangster. Rough stuff ain't my line."

"You can go work at 'Fat Zam's Grand Slam.'" The stranger smiled.

"Fat Zam's Grand Slam?"

"Yes, FAT ZAM'S GRAND SLAM! The liveliest joint in town"

"So let me get this straight, you want me to go work in an illegal speakeasy run by the alleged mobster king Blaise Zambini, the most notorious gangster in this city?!?" The boy said this as if the man had just suggested to him that he should take off all of his clothes and do the Cancan with him.

"Well... yeah."

For once in his young life, Ron Weasley appeared to have run out of words to say. The boy just sat there looking curiously at the strange man next to him as the man stood up.

"Well, at least think about it. And if you do decide to go, it's at Figg Arabella's bookstore. Just tell them that Terry Boot sent you. They'll let you right in. Once you are, go down the stairs and straight down the corridor then turn left. See you later, pretty boy," He said finally before giving Ron a wink and walking away.

When Terry disappeared Ron thought back to what he said.

"Did he just call me pretty?"

And so, there he was at Figg's bookstore. From outside, the place doesn't seem like much. In fact, it looks positively shabby. In the front is a big sign saying, "Figg Arabella's Bookstore - A book is cheaper than a steak. Read one, learn a little and eat better."

Inside the store were rows upon rows of books, the place seemed almost as big as the public library. Must be due to some sort of enlargement spell, Ron thought as he looked at the books which appeared to be at least a hundred years old each. The books store appeared to be for both muggles and wizards for there were romance novels as well as books on curses.

Ron walked over to the counter where an old woman sat. She had a strange smell of cabbages and Ron thought that she looked exactly like what muggles used to think witches looked like: An old hag.

"Umm. I'm here about a job? Terry Boot sent me," he said squeakily.

"The sixth row honey, three shelves from the bottom, there's a book called 'Great Expectations' by Charles Dickens. Pull on it. The office is a hidden door; look for a portrait of a very blond girl in a red dress. There's a light switch next to it, press it twice, and then knock three times. Got it?"

"Um...got it, I guess," The boy said before walking away to look for the book. After pulling it, the entire row was lifted up to reveal a very fancy corridor, lighted brightly by chandeliers. The red headed boy walked slowly through it as he looked up at the painted angels flying around on the ceiling.

The boy's luggage was still in each of his hands for he still didn't have a place to stay, hopefully, Fat Zam will find somewhere for him.

"Hey, how are you doing?" said a voice from behind him.

Ron turned around to see a man in his early 20's, bespectacled in a pair of very distasteful glasses that covered his bright green eyes. He was clothed in an oversized striped black suit. The man had pale skin and a very handsome face. Except it was underneath a black mop Ron assumed was his hair. The red head ignored him and walked on but the mop was being persistent.

"So, are you a dancer? A singer, right?" Then the mop looked down at the luggage. There was a beater bat sticking out of his bag, a gift which he got from his twin brothers which he kept with him all the time. "Oh, a beater," he said finally with a charming smile.

"Shut up, I'm in no mood for conversation," Ron said as he brushed past the strange man, hoping that he wouldn't notice him blushing. He pulled his bowler hat down to hide his face. Why am I blushing? He thought.

The man's smile morphed into a playful pout. "You don't like me?" he asked.

Ron's blue eyes widen at that comment, his blush becoming even redder. His face showing as much shock, curiosity and confusion as when Terry had called him "pretty". These people are mad, he thought to himself as he reconsidered the offer of working for Fat Zam.

Once again the red head tried to walk away but mop head still followed.

Suddenly the handsome but considerably mad stranger reached out to touch Ron's arm. Before he could say anything, the boy jerked away.

"Don't touch me!" He screamed before adding, "I'm surprised you don't stoop with all that dandruff, mop head."

The boy walked away again, this time the dark haired man didn't follow but was instead brushing his shoulders and trying to tidy up his hair.

TBC

First chapter done. How is it? R&R