Title: One In A Million

Written By: Naveah :)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything…except for a few characters and the plot. The setting and main characters belong to the lovely J.K. Rowling!

Preface: It is said that Love is all about making sacrifices for the one you love, about fulfilling their happiness to its' utmost potential. Because the only reason to make you complete is just the fact of that person being happy, whether or not you are. Just seeing them happy is all you need to make yourself happy, even if you're not the reason for their happiness. Because that's what Love is. It's all about unselfishness. Giving more than everything without the expectation of gaining anything in return. To see their happy face, their smiling face is enough to live, it's enough to make you complete and if not happy in itself.

Summary: It is said that Kenneth Potter's vineyard was the birthplace of the best wine available in all of England. Many often wondered what was it that made the grapes so sweet? Kenneth Potter's famous answer was the perfect blend of ingredients, the perfect calculations of brewing, and love. Legend says that the sweetness of the grapes relies on the kind of love that a brewer couple manning the vineyard shares. When Kenneth Potter suffers a fatal heart attack, his grandson James Potter is forced to return to the vineyard and learn to attend to it.

It's the summer before Seventh Year and all James Potter wanted was the summer of a lifetime with mayhem and mischief shared with the rest of the Marauders. But instead finds that his summer is consisted of accompanying his Grandfather, learning the family business. He unwillingly undergoes the job of wine-brewing, much to his distaste that he tries and make everyone as miserable as he is. What happens when the his Grandfather unintentionally hires a young girl who happened to be none other than his long-time rival Lily Evans? The two are forced to work together, learning not only about the "perfect foundations of wine-brewing" but about each other, and most importantly about love. With just a little bit of faith and a few prying friends, the two could bring together the greatest love the world has ever seen, and along the way finally make the Legend come true. A love like theirs' can be found only once in a lifetime for a love like theirs' is one in a million.

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They say that good things take time

But really great things happen in a blink of an eye

Thought the chances of meeting somebody like you

Were a million to one

I can not believe it

You're One in a Million

All this time I was looking for love,

Trying to make things work

That wasn't good enough

Till I thought I was through,

Said I was done

Then stumbled into the arms of the one

CHAPTER 3:
Surprise

Tap. Tap. Tap. Rat-tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Rat-tat-tap.

James let out a groan as he raised his head from a pillow to glance up at the windowsill where an owl appeared to be tapping rather loudly for his taste. He reached over the bed to the nightstand where his glasses sat, he grabbed them and placed them on his face before turning towards the window. Sure enough, like he suspected there was Sirius' black owl, Periwinkle, tapping on his window with a letter tied to her foot.

He slowly made his way over to the window, opened it slightly for the morning chill was cool despite the weather being summer, and allowed Periwinkle to fly in. Periwinkle did a flip before gently stopping on his bed with her foot out, telling him to take the letter off her foot. He rubbed his eyes and let out a rather loud yawn, gently taking the letter off of her foot, and he began to unfold the letter.

PRONGS!

Hiya, my best mate! Hope all is well at the famous vineyard. I can already predict that you're still out from a hangover-or at least I hope that's the reason. You better not let any wine go to waste for that would be a BIG PARTY FOUL! Seriously, and no, not my name! He, he, he! I crack myself up even in a letter.

Anyways, just thought I would let you know that I will most definitely be visiting you within a week or two; so get ready for some company! Oh and I already made sure to have a 'small' little gathering too. ) Don't worry, you're Granddad will most definitely approve.

I have to say that I am officially already missing your 'pretty face' like crazy. ;) Of course in a non-gay way mate. Don't worry before you know it you're going to be having a blast with all those cool winemaking people! Oh and if there are any babes, Hot babes by what I mean, you better let me know!

Well, I must say I best be off now. With this nice flat to pay for I need a little summer job such as yourself! This whole apparating whenever you want sure is nice. Don't get too drunk without me!

Oh and Moony and Wormtail send their 'love', haha.

Peace out,

Padfoot

James folded the letter back up and rolled his eyes. Leave it to Sirius to write an embarrassing letter. Today was the officially the second week of the summer holidays and the first day of starting off working for his Granddad's vineyard. He let out another groan of distaste as he realized that this was the beginning of his summer and already he was not liking it in the slightest. It wasn't fair to him that he was stuck there in the middle of nowhere with nothing but grapevines everywhere and old people he had to work with. There was hardly anyone his age. Actually there was no one his age there. This was going to suck and he promised himself that as long as he was miserable he was going to make sure that everyone else was miserable.

He knew that if he pursued the issue long enough, if he acted like he did when he didn't get his way, his parents would eventually get fed up and give him what he wanted. It wasn't that he was spoiled or anything, James Grant Potter was not spoiled in the least. He just hated not getting his way, in fact he hated being forced to do something he didn't want to. That was his biggest pet-peeve. He made sure that everyone knew when he didn't like something or when he didn't want to do something. But he wasn't close to being the spoiled-brat everyone who didn't know him thought he was.

He walked over to his dresser and opened it. Making sure that no one was around, not that there would be since this was his room after all, he pulled out his t-shirts from the right corner of the dresser and placed them atop the dresser. Feeling down to the very bottom until he reached the hard wood material of the dresser, he pushed down a little, which a small little opening appeared. This little whole was where he and the Marauders kept most of their stuff for safe-keeping. There were letters, plans, maps, etc. they had made or sent to each other. He carefully placed the letter into the opening, making sure that none of the other papers could get out. Afterwards, he pushed down on the wood, letting the opening close and fall back into place. He replaced the t-shirts where they were and then he walked towards the bathroom for his morning shower.

He walked towards the shower, thinking of nothing else but making sure that he was going to take his longest time to get ready, hoping to god he would put off working longer. He was too busy thinking that he didn't even notice where he was going and found himself running completely into something or rather someone. He fell completely to the ground and muttered angrily under his breath before glancing up at the person he had run into.

It was none other than his Granddad's personal maid, or at least that's what she seemed to be. Olga Brenner was her name and she was in charge of everything in the house. She was his Granddad's most trusted assistant or maid or whatever she was. She had been in charge for as long as he could remember that she was almost like family there. She was a petite lady of a little over thirty with curly brown hair that was already starting to grey in some areas. She was very kind but outspoken nonetheless. She knew where to put her foot down and she was always there if ever anyone needed someone who would listen. James often times found she could be quite helpful and encouraging. But then there were times when she was just too nosy and liked to be the center of gossip. Nevertheless, he liked her more than any of the other maids.

But at the moment James just didn't feel like getting into any of the talks they normally had. He just wasn't in the mood for lectures, especially after the night he got there he had gotten in a fight with his Granddad. Olga had interfered and made him feel like the guilty party. Of course he didn't need Olga's opinion to know that he was wrong but still he felt that she had no part in the argument for it was strictly family business and as far as he was concerned she had no say so in anything for she was not family. But it was just like Olga to jump into the argument and after the argument James and her were still not in talking terms.

James got himself up without difficulty and gave her a side-glance and a small smile. He hated fighting with people no matter how bad things got. He just wasn't the grudge kind of person, well at least not to many people. There was still one person in the world who he can truly say he hated with a passion but that's for another time.

Olga nodded at him before gathering the papers she had dropped and continued down the hall and down the stairs to the main floor of the house. James gave her a small nodded before retreating to his original destination, the bathroom straight head of his room.

He loved taking showers, feeling the hot water run down his body was just like heaven to him. It was his place to think, to get rid of any anger he had in him. It gave him a calming sense of life, a place to let his steam off.

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James finished his shower an hour later, taking his time with everything he had to do. From shampooing his hair to conditioning to rinsing and doing it all over again. He made sure that every part of his body was squeaky clean, even though he wasn't in the slightest bit dirty from the night before.

He trudged down stairs in jeans and a brown t-shirt not at all prepared to work but to him making at least an appearance was good enough. He was living up well to his promise that he was going to make everyone as miserable as he was.

His Granddad was nowhere to be found when he reached the kitchen, the room farthest from the mansion. The kitchen was one of his favorite places out of the entire mansion. It was designed for a chef, a room for one who loved to cook. There were cupboards upon cupboards of nothing but food and pots, pans, utensils, every type of cooking material could be found in this kitchen. It was like if one were to walk into a store for supplies for a kitchen-his Granddad's kitchen would be the place, for in this very kitchen held everything.

It was his favorite place because of not only the fact that the food was held here but because he had spent many days of his childhood helping his Grandmother, Gladyce Potter, cook all of his favorite meals. In fact, it was Gladyce who had taught him everything he knew about cooking. He was quite the cook and he found at most times that he preferred to cook rather than have the house-elves do it.

He looked around the kitchen but found that there was no one there. Apparently everyone had already gotten a head's start on the day. This was completely appalling to him; he glanced at the clock above the stove which read eleven o'clock. Oh, this was so not his morning. He had been dreading the day he would begin. Dreading so much that he had in fact convinced his father to talk his granddad into waiting at least two weeks before he would officially start working. This of course had caused an uproar but nevertheless he got what he wanted. How fast those two weeks had gone by. How much he hated time. How much he hated working most of all working during what was supposed to be the best last summer of his life.

He walked over to the table where a plate was covered; knowing that the plate was for him since he had missed breakfast, he immediately sat down and began eating his rather still warm breakfast. Gladyce had made bacon, hash browns, and his favorite, strawberry pancakes. As he was eating he noticed that someone had come in, figuring it was his grandmother or granddad he didn't bother saying anything.

"Well, it's nice for you to finally join us. Your morning shift begins today, Mr. Potter." a firm but kind voice said behind him. He knew it wasn't his granddad and he immediately turned around to find Olga with a stern look on her face.

So, Olga was still upset about the previous argument. James nodded at her and continued his breakfast. Olga didn't say another word but remained rooted to the same spot she had been when she spoke to him, by the doorway of the kitchen.

"Your grandfather can not come down to see you off for your first day of work, so he has sent me to speed things along for you." Olga stated with authority in her voice.

"Where's he at anyways?" James asked in-between his bites of strawberry pancake.

"He is in his office with very important matters in his hands. Your grandmother has gone to town for the day and will not be back until dinner."

"Great. So, I'm stuck doing the main work for this place?"

"You could try and be a little more helpful Mr. Potter." Olga spat the last two words out of her mouth. James rolled his eyes. As much as he liked Olga there were times when he just hated her. Figuring it would be best not to start a fight he bit his tongue for what he wanted to say and instead tried to get her off his back.

"What's the first thing on the itinerary?" James drawled not at all amused. Olga raised her eyebrow but didn't say a word instead she just threw down a piece of paper beside him.

"What's this?" James asked as he glanced down at the paper beside him. He gave a small cough but didn't do or say anything else. He read the paper and to his distaste he realized that today was going to be worse than he had imagined.

July 13's Schedule

James G. Potter

1. Learn the basics

-Carlo Monsello

2. Meet the beginners

-12:30 meeting with three assistant

-Important

3. Brew

"That's the schedule. Number two is most important." Olga said from behind him. He shook his head to give her a small nod.

"Why's that?"

"Because your grandfather expects you to hire two new assistant today. Two of which you will have to interview."

"What about the other one?"

"I'm sorry-?"

"It says here three assistant. You just said 'two of which I will have to interview'. What about the last one?"

"Oh, Mr. Potter Sr. has already approved of her."

"Oh. So, I won't have to meet with her?"

"Of course you have to meet her today. You just won't be interviewing her for I have already done so and your grandfather has taken quite a liking in her."

"Great. So, I have to be the one to interview? Are you kidding me?" James placed the paper down on the table and began rubbing his temples. Ugh, he was so never talking to his parents ever again.

"No, Mr. Potter, I do not kid. And yes, you most certainly do have to do those interviews! And if I say so kindly, you better get a move on if you want to be punctual for those interviews!" Olga prodded him at once and before he knew it, James found himself up and walking towards the field of the grapevines to learn the basics leaving his half-eaten breakfast behind. He made a mental note to get back at Olga with a small and harmless prank. Of course he would have to wait until Sirius arrived for his visit, there was no way he could do a prank without his support and mischievous mates beside him.

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Lily Evans stepped out onto the pavement of the famous Grand Estate Mansion with a small smile and nervously played with her fingers. It had been two weeks since she had taken the offer as Mr. Kenneth Sr.'s assistant at the famous vineyard and now here she was, after the interview she had take a week ago, standing in front of the house.

She had never been to Wales, least of all the country side of Wales. The Grand Estate Mansion was about an hour and a half away from the little suburban area where the Evans lived. Lily had gotten up quite early, eager to be on time for her first job. She never liked being late and practiced punctuality.

She stood beside the car just staring up at the house in front of her. It was hard to call it a house for it seemed more like a castle to her. The enormous mansion was going to be her home for the next two months and a half. This thought scared her to death.

She glanced towards the entry of the mansion where several guards stood rooted to their place ready to take action. It was almost peculiar to her that the vineyard was treated with such precaution. The guards by the gate were very professional that she felt as if she was about to meet the Queen of England. Demetrius wasn't kidding when he said that the vineyard was heavily guarded with armed and well-trained forces. The guards stood in uniform, perfect without a single smudge or wrinkle on them. Each wore a tall, navy blue hat with gold rings hanging down on each side. Their face were serious and never once showed any sign of emotion.

The Grand Estate Mansion was a beautiful and antique building built in the first century by James' (even though Lily didn't know it at the moment) Great, Great, Great Grandfather Carlisle Potter. Carlisle Potter was famous for timber and he made millions for being quite the entrepreneur. Later he discovered the proper use of grapes and developed the best wine to ever be served in all of England. Generation after generation, the Potter family learned the proper brewing process for winemaking; forever earning their wealth through such precision of brewing the best wine. So many years later, Kenneth Potter Sr. would invent a new formula for wine that would forever change England, and make him even more millions. Basically if the United Kingdom were to go bankrupt and every person had no money, the Potters could literally feed the nation and more for the rest of their lives and still have money left over. The Potters were very well to do.

The Grand Estate Mansion was the off-color white, clean yet not plain white. It showed its' age but nonetheless it was still magnificent and beautiful. Four columns stood out in the front with a marble balcony circling the entire mansion. It was four stories tall, with a small tower at the West Wing of the mansion where James Potter's second favorite place of the house was. All in all there were approximately fifty bedrooms and thirty-five bathrooms throughout the entire house.

Lily directed her eyes back to the steps where she began her way up. Up on the steps stood the lovely woman who had interviewed her, Olga Brenner, smiling at her while holding a little black notebook by her hip. She nodded at the guards beside the door (they wore almost the same uniform as the guards by the gate except their color were black uniforms and weren't as perfect) and the doors immediately opened.

Lily glanced back at the car to wait for her father who was struggling with her three trunks, trying desperately to get them out of the back of their car. Olga gave a slight giggle before nodding to one of the guards to which he immediately ran forward to help Demetrius with Lily's trunks.

"Nigel will get those Mr. Evans if you two would kindly follow me to Mr. Kenneth Sr.'s office. He is waiting to meet with you both." Olga said as she started towards the door.

Demetrius gave the guard a small 'thank you' before running up the stairs to Lily and Olga. The three walked in and Lily literally lost her breath. Demetrius did a double take at everything inside the house. It was seriously like walking into a fairy-tale and she was inside a castle. If the mansion was beautiful and grand on the outside, it was nothing compared to the inside.

The walls were of nothing but marble of the most expensive material. Upon walking inside, there were stairs leading down to the main room, above the center of the room was a magnificent chandelier with diamonds hanging in three different rows. Pillars lined the house with magnificent curtains of some sort wrapping around them in elegant ways. Right underneath was a round, mahogany table with a large porcelain vase centered in the middle with flowers of all different sorts arranged in it. The ceiling was covered in fabulous hand-painted drawings of cupids, flowers, angels, etc. The mansion was all decorated in incredible, expensive material from the couches to the dressers, to the pillows and curtains, carpets, blankets, and lights, etc. Everything in the house was made from the finest materials and the type of material only wealthy people could afford.

Olga turned sharply to the right where a corridor with brightly lanterns leading down the hall. The walls were filled with paintings from famous people on both sides of the wall from Picasso to other famous painters Lily did not know of. Lily could feel a twitch starting to build in her neck for she was constantly jerking her head this way and that way so she could take in everything. But it was hard to for the whole mansion was just that incredible. Throughout the corridor there were numerous rooms with different doors all brightly enumerated from the sunlight peeking through the windows.

They finally reached the end of the corridor where a door stood, made from a willow tree with a gold handle. Olga stopped to open it and motioned for Lily and Demetrius to enter. The three entered and again Lily felt herself gasp out loud. The office of Kenneth Sr. was beyond beautiful. Rows of books were scattered on shelves behind a desk where Kenneth Sr. himself sat smiling at the three of them. The walls were made of plain willow tree with no designs but paintings of different shapes and pictures. The desk where Kenneth Sr. sat was once again made from a willow tree with designs hand-carved into the desk. Lily had never seen an office or in fact a room quite like this place in all of her life. How right at this moment she wished that she was part of Kenneth Sr.'s family.

"Welcome, welcome friends!" Kenneth Sr.'s voice shook a little but nevertheless it was kind and sincere. Lily gave him a smile and walked over to the seat in front of his desk to which he had motioned to. Demetrius did the same and sat down in front of him with his daughter beside him.

Lily stared at Kenneth Sr. and almost immediately he faintly reminded her of someone but she just couldn't put her finger on who that person was. She continued to stare at him while he smiled warmly at her and her father. His hair was unruly and she noticed that early at his life he had had dark hair instead of the peppered gray hair he had now. His eyes were a light shade of grey and green with lines showing his age. His body was a little frail but nevertheless he held his age really well.

"That will be all Olga. I will call you when it's time to show Lily to her room. Thank you." Kenneth Sr. nodded to Olga who in turn gave him a nod and exited out of the room.

"I hope the travel here was comforting and the house will be inviting to you, Lily." Kenneth Sr. stood up slowly and offered his two guests a cup of tea and crumpets to which they turned down with a polite shake of the head.

"Yes, sir. I look forward to working here this summer." Lily responded politely and gave him a bright smile. She wasn't at all lying when she said that she looked forward to working even though two weeks earlier she had been worried and afraid.

"Good, good. I'm quite happy to hear that. Now, I really hope that you like it here and everyone on the staff will do their best to make you feel quite at home." Kenneth Sr. plopped back down on his seat.

"Thank you sir. You have a very lovely home."

"Oh, thank you, my dear. It was built centuries ago by my own Great, Great Grandfather. It has been in the family for generation after generation. I'm not my age anymore and I hope to pass it down to my own grandson like mine had done to me." Kenneth Sr. drawled on with his shaky and kind voice. Lily and Demetrius just nodded, listening to him intently.

"Now, I know you haven't met my grandson but he has started today, same as you, and he is looking forward to meeting you. He will meet you in about thirty minutes out in the Garden's. I really hope you find the house comforting and feel free to ask for anything. This will be your home." Kenneth Sr. smiled at her with warmth in his eyes.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Kenneth Sr."

"Oh, you can call me just Kenny. 'Mr. Kenneth Sr.' is just too long, don't you think? Besides it makes me sound quite old and I, for one, still got it!" Kenneth Sr. laughed puffing out his chest. Lily let out a giggle.

"I know what you mean, Kenny. I tell my wife everyday that I still got it." Demetrius laughed as did Kenny.

"Olga, please come in." Kenny pushed a button on his desk and almost instantly Olga appeared. Lily could have sworn that she apparated but she wasn't sure. They couldn't be wizards or witches, could they?

"Yes, Mr. Kenneth Sr.?" Olga patted her skirt straight as she smiled at the room.

"Please take Lily to her room before she meets with Jimmy. I will see you at dinner, Ms. Evans." Kenneth Sr. gave her a nod.

"Yes, sir. Come with me Lily, if you will please." Olga turned to the door and Lily started following her right before she kissed her dad and said, "Thank you Mr. Kenny. Bye, dad. I'll write!"

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Lily followed Olga down another corridor but this one was different than the one leading through to Mr. Kenneth Sr.'s office. It was beautiful like the house but this corridor was much different. The ceiling greatly reminded Lily of Hogwart's ceiling except instead of the sky like the outdoors, the ceiling was nothing but clear, crystal glass enumerating the light from outside. Lily could feel the sun's rays creeping through her peasant white shirt as she followed Olga along the corridor.

"Your room is the second to the last on the right. If you need anything Jimmy's room is right here on the left." Olga pointed to a mahogany door with what looked like Gryffindor colors.

"Jimmy would be Mr. Kenneth Sr.'s grandson? The one I have to meet?" Lily asked as the two passed 'Jimmy's' room.

"Yes, he isn't like his granddad though. I'll go ahead and warn you Ms. Evans. He is far from being like Mr. Kenneth Sr." Olga shook her head with Lily didn't know of whether it was anger or confusion.

"I take it you two don't get along?" Lily asked continuing to follow Olga down the rather long corridor.

"It's not that we don't get along. Jimmy's just a little selfish and stubborn most of the time. But still he resembles Mr. Kenneth Sr." Olga explained as she suddenly stopped causing Lily to almost run into her.

"Ooph!" Lily mumbled under her breath as Olga turned to face her with a soft smile.

"This will be your room. I hope you like it." and with that she opened the door and for the third time that day Lily lost her breath.

Slowly she stepped within the door and her mouth almost dropped to her chest. The room was downright picturesque, it was unlike any other room she had ever laid eyes on. Even fairy-tale books couldn't compare to the room she stood before. The floor was of expensive marble with Persian rugs of all sorts placed by each settees, the windows were large with rubies and emeralds all around it, large silk magenta draperies hung from the windows which were drew back by large braided golden thread, the walls were of smooth alabaster with portraits of angels and cupids. There were velvet settees on each corner of the room, fluffy pillows of each color of the rainbow, big and small, placed on each side of the settees. To the far off corner of the boudoir, was a large canopy king-sized bed. The same silky magenta draperies were hung all around the bed, and the mattress was of crepe de Chine; fluffy, soft emerald pillows were all around the bed; and the finest Egyptian cotton wrapped themselves around the bed. At the foot of the bed stood a burgundy divan with soft velvet arms that curled at the ends. To the right side of the canopy was an escritoire, completely wonderful, and to the right of that was a trunk with the same richly material, like all the other things in the room. To the far left of the bed was an even larger closet for her to fill with all of her clothes. The most enchanting thing about the room was the huge marble balcony that was placed behind one of the largest windows. The boudoir was absolutely, without a doubt to anyone's eyes, magnificent to say the least.

Lily carefully stepped to one of the settees and gently placed one of her hands along it, fingering the gemstones that were along the rows of the settees. The settee was of the finest material, velvet of course, and it made her almost envious of the one who owned this wonderful room. Slowly she moved towards the window where the balcony stood, walking ever so softly as if she was afraid that she would break something.

"How do you like your room?" Olga asked, her face completely bright from her smile.

Lily let out a giggle as she ran to the king-sized bed and plopped herself down on it. The bed was completely and utterly wonderful against her skin. The blanket was definitely of fine material and she found that she wanted to spend the day in that bed, smothered by the Egyptian cotton blankets.

"It's absolutely beautiful! I love it!" Lily exclaimed hugging herself and giggling again.

"Gladyce would love to hear you say that. This is her favorite room."

"Who's Gladyce?" Lily asked as she got up from the bed and stood in front of Olga, a little embarrassed about her sudden burst of enthusiasm.

"Mr. Kenneth Sr.'s wife. She's an interior decorator. She decorated the whole entire mansion. She designed this for her daughter, Jezebelle, but she's long gone now and this room has become company room." Olga explained while she set a piece of paper on one of the dressers.

"Wow…" was all Lily could let her mouth escape. She wondered what it would have been like if she had been Jezebelle with a room so wonderful as this.

"That is your timetables for the upcoming week. If you wouldn't mind unpacking later, you're do to meet Jimmy." Olga added walking towards the door.

"Uh, yeah I can do it later." Lily said shyly, following Olga once more out of the room and towards the Garden's.

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Outside was beautiful much like the inside. Fountains were found all around the Garden's which was filled with the most exquisite flowers from all over the world all in full bloom. The whole place was completely green with green hedges and tall mahogany and willow trees and Magnolia trees. Flowers upon flowers were everywhere. They came upon ponds every now and then filled with gold fishes and pennies from people throwing them in.

Lily and Olga came upon a little opening just past the Wishing Well where a guy who she knew oh so well stood in front of two girls who looked completely mortified. Lily almost had a heart attack when she realized who the guy in front of her was, the guy who she was about to meet as her boss. She felt dizzy, compelled with anger and stupidity to not know that this was her enemy's territory.

The guy in front of her had jet black hair, unruly and stuck every which way possible much like the grandfather, Kenneth Sr. she had met an hour ago. His body was tall, figurative, and Lily knew it oh so well. No wonder why Mr. Kenneth Sr. reminded her of someone, no wonder why she couldn't push the thought away that He had reminded her of someone. He was the grandfather of the guy who she hated with the utmost passion, the guy who had taunted her, pranked her, caused her severe damage, the same guy who hated her with passion. There was no way she was going to work with him let alone for him. No, no, no, and no! There was no way she was going to work with…

"James Potter?!" Lily exclaimed stopping just five foot away from the guy who she hated the most. Olga, who kept walking, stopped suddenly surprised at Lily's sudden outburst.

The guy who had his back turned towards them stopped what he was doing and snapped around at the voice who had spoken his name with venom. He knew that voice, that screech of his name for he had heard her say his name with the same distaste she had just done one too many times. How he hated that voice and most importantly how much he hated the girl who the voice belonged to.

His face turned pale and his eyes harden and he realized that today was not his day, that he hadn't completely predicted that the day could have been as worse as he had thought. No, now the day was worse than he had ever thought or imagined.

"Lily Evans!" James spat glaring at the new assistant that he would not have the choice of firing.

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Author's Note: Thank you everyone for the Reviews! They are greatly appreciated! Oh & if anyone has any suggestions please feel free to tell me!