Revised Edition

Harry Potter woke up around the afternoon the next day with a minor hangover. It was the first time he hadn't woke up with a severe hangover in a long time. He used a spell to relieve the hangover. He prepared Lunch with a recipe he had received from Mrs. Weasley four years ago. As he sat in his dining room reminiscing, he realized how unhappy he was even though he was living like any normal person would dream of living: alone but in a mansion and famous. He went to The Ministry of Magic and to the control of Magical creatures department and filled out paperwork to hire a house elf. When he aperated back home, he found Dobby there, who immediately went to hug Harry's knees

"Dobby hasn't had much luck finding a job till now Harry Potter Sir. Ever since Hogwarts closed, us house elves have not been able to find proper work, and I most of all since Dobby wants paying now. Dobby is hoping that Harry Potter Sir will pay Dobby." The overexcited house elf squeaked

"Hello Dobby. That's sad to hear, but I'll be more than willing to take you on. How does five sickles and 3 knuts and five holidays a month sound?" he asked

Dobby squealed with joy and looked around shiftily, obviously thinking if it was too much "I accept Harry Potter Sir. I will be your loyal house elf from now on." He said and went to do work. As Dobby went off, Harry smiled, and remembered what it meant to be happy again. He would definitely accept Mr. Bagman's offer.

Later that day after catching up with Dobby, Mr. Bagman came to the mansion and rang the doorbell (a/n: I'm not sure wizard houses have bells but just go along with it) and when the door opened, was greeted by an enthusiastic Harry Potter

"Mr. Bagman, you've got yourself a seeker for the English national team" Harry said happily and smiling.

Mr. Bagman smiled at his answer and started laughing "oh, Harry my boy, you'll never fail to surprise me. Well…I'm glad to hear it. The team will expect you to show up to the English national stadium tomorrow at ten o'clock sharp" Mr. Bagman and after shaking Harry's hand vigorously.

Before they finished their deal though, Harry made sure to ask Mr. Bagman the question that was on his mind. "Mr. Bagman, I know this may seem odd, but do you know any herbologists slash gardeners?" he asked

Mr. Bagman looked confused, but strangely enough he did know one. He used a spell to conjure a business card, which he gave to Harry, smiled again, and disapperated.Harry looked at the card after Mr. Bagman left and suddenly his face was full of surprise "what do you know? Neville became a professional herbologist. I guess herbology being his best subject finally paid off." He said smiling, and sent Hedwig with a letter requesting Neville to work for him. Hegwig might be back within the day if he was lucky.

Harry spent a bit more time reminiscing with Dobby until he went on the Internet to help the time go by. Later that day though Hedwig returned with a letter.

Dear Harry,

I would be honored to be your gardener/herbologist. I will probably be along around the same time of this letter. I haven't had much confidence since we parted, so I don't have the courage to apperate anywhere due to the chance that I might splinch myself. As you may be aware, you have to have lodging for a gardener, so be sure you have extra room in your house or mansion or whatever you've got. I can't wait to catch up with you.

Your friend,

Neville Longbottom

And as soon as Harry finished reading the letter, he heard his doorbell again and opened the door, where he was greeted by a tall round-faced man who still looked like the Neville he had always known…except an adult.

"I can't believe I'm actually being hired by you Harry. This is such an honor. And the best part is…we're old friends. Your house will be my favorite job ever," Neville said admiring the mansion with awe "so…where do I sleep" he said with a grin.

"You can sleep in the room below me." He said and studied a confused look on Neville's face "…there's only one bathroom per floor" he said with a grin, and they both laughed.

"Alright. I'll get to work. You just enjoy yourself…I know I will. I love working with plants, but you were always my favorite teacher" Neville said turning a little red

"er…thanks. Anyway, if you ever get thirsty, go ahead and take a break. Come in for butterbeer. I insist. Well, I hope you can at least join me for dinner. In fact, I order you to" he said and they both chuckled.

Harry watched Neville do his work with amazement at his skill with magical plants. This kept Harry occupied until dinner, when he went to his dining room, where a diner for three was set up. Harry looked with confusion until Dobby came along and told him why "I will be eating with you Harry Potter Sir, I hope you don't mind" he said

"no. not at all. In fact, the more the merrier." He said just as Neville walked in.

"wow. Look at the grub" Neville said with wide eyes and then noticed Dobby "Hey. Aren't you Dobby, the house elf who Harry told me about? You're food is great" he said eating the food

Dobby broke into tears "Harry Potter is so proud of Dobby. He even tells his friends about him" he said and hugged Harry's leg and after a good amount of crying, sat in a heightened chair and ate with Harry and Neville.

After dinner was done, Harry told Neville about his drinking problem and how he was going to a WAAA meeting. Neville took this a bit strangely but said he would just do work while Harry was gone. Harry then aperated to his second WAAA meeting.