Here's the corrected Chapter Eight. Sorry about the confusion guys- I changed the ending of this chapter. I made a bad error- a combination of taking too much time between writing stories, a bad habit of deleting entire passages, and just plain...confusion. Everything's corrected now.

"Bloody hell, we've made a lot of money this weekend." Draco murmured, looking over the sales figures.

"I told you." Harry said with grin, sitting down in Neville's lap. A pile of papers were on the table in front of them, showing the figures for the opening weekend. Each of the shop managers had submitted it that evening- it was rather late.

"So...muggles normally spend this much?"

"Oh, well, I'm not sure. I know at muggle theme parks they spend lots of money. But the villagers probably won't be able to come every weekend." Harry pointed out. "Just once in a while."

"So...how do we get more of them in?"

Luna hummed to herself, leaning back in her chair. "Well, we've already put the ads out in the papers, and we've got access to a main road. I'm surprised that the parking lot filled up so quickly."

Neville spoke up. "Hey, do you think we could use the Hogwarts Express?"

They all stared at him.

"It's just sitting there at the station, gathering dust. It hasn't been used since the school was destroyed. New Hogwarts doesn't use it." He shrugged. "That way, people will have a way to the village, and they won't have to drive all the way here."

"It's a very good idea." Draco made a note. "We should speak to the Ministry about it."

"And the Headmaster." Harry sighed. "We need to know if New Hogwarts is planning on using the train."

The others sighed as well, frowning.

Harry and Neville stared around at the school around them. The Headmaster and McGonagall were in front of them, leading them through the corridors. New Hogwarts was...rather sad looking, in comparison to the real thing.

McGonagall looked over her shoulder, and turned. "I know it's not the same." She said quietly. "But these kids have got to learn magic somewhere." She gave them a sad smile. "Come, let's go to the Great Hall."

They jogged after the Professors, and Harry asked. "Sir, are you planning on using the Hogwarts express again?"

The Headmaster blinked in supise. "Oh...no. As you can see, we haven't built any dorms yet. In fact, the Minister has proposed that we do not. The children have gotten used to going home every night by Floo, and so have their parents. As a matter of fact, it cut down on our costs greatly, so we may not."

"Oh...so...you won't need the Hogwarts Express?" Harry asked hopefully.

"I don't think so. Why do you ask, my boy?"

Harry and Neville exchanged a look. "Well, we were thinking about using the Hogwarts Express as an access way to get to Hogsmeade. For the muggles."

Dumbledore looked thoughtful. "You'll have to open up Platform 9 3/4 to them."

Harry nodded. "We know. It's just...we're getting alot of people coming into the village, and we don't have the space for parking, or for the potential traffic coming up the road."

"Hmm, and interesting idea. I could speak with the Minister, and-"

"Draco and Luna are at the Ministry now." Neville cut in. "We just wanted to know what your thoughts was about this."

"Well, I'm sure that the Ministry will come to the same conclusion I did." He nodded to himself. "Now, since the Express is the property of Hogwarts, we have the rights to charge for the tickets and the like. Perhaps the funds can help the school."

"Yes sir." Harry and Neville said quietly. They couldn't really argue with that.

"Of course, the train could be easily spelled to go faster, so we'll just need to work on it a bit."

"Wait...so why did you guys make the train ride so long if it didn't have to be?" Neville asked.

McGonagall answered, with a grin. "To give the students time to get to know each other before they arrived at the school. Come along boys, there's much more to see."

Padma bit her lip, eyes closing as Mark kissed her neck. They were sitting in the back of his truck, in a Woodcroft drive in. They hadn't been watching the film for over twenty minutes, and they probably would miss the rest. His hands were all over her. If her parents knew, they would be horrified to know about this. Hell, Parvati would be terribly jealous. Was it normal for muggle teenagers to be so forward?

"Don't be shy, Padma." Mark murmured, hand squeezing her breast. "You're so beautiful, my little witch."

Her face heated up at the pet name. They'd been...dating for a few weeks now, and she had never met a boy that could make her so loved to learn about her, and watch her cast magic. She had fun driving around with him in his truck, learning all sorts of things about the muggle world she never knew about. It spoke to her her Ravenclaw side...it helped that he was a cute boy, helping her learn all these things.

"Mark...don't be silly."

"It's true. You're beautiful, with those dark eyes and hair, and your beautiful skin..." She felt herself being pushed down onto the seat, him pinning her down. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Oh, to hell with it. Nobody had ever made her feel this way. So what if her parents wanted to get her married off to some pureblooded cousin in India? Everyone had always paid attention to Parvati- but no one had ever looked at her like this-

She kissed him back, and felt his hands slide under her blouse. "Don't stop." She groaned, squirming against him.

"Oh, I won't."

Mark Owens spat out his coffee as he saw a newspaper article. He saw a picture of those lovely girls and he knew right away who they were.

Hogsmeade Village Music Scene

I'm sure all of you have heard about the new attraction called Hogsmeade Village. It's a mythical place full of wonderment and fun for adults and kids alike. Sure, they've got some wicked gadgets and yummy food, but have you heard their music? This picture was taken by one of their people at a show on Friday night. While there are various performers wandering the streets, mostly these...creatures that everyone seems to be talking about, this band is what everyone is talking about the most!

Forbidden consists of two guys and two girls. The lovely blondes are Luna (Lu), and Draco, while the brunettes are Nev and Kit. We don't know much about them, but they can sing! We asked them a few questions after the show, to find out more. Turns out, they've been together as a band for a few years now, and their first performance space was at the Black Box in London. Hey, you guys might have seen them around before!

They actually made their own instruments, can you believe it? They sing their own songs, in addition to covers by 'muggle' bands as they call them. Kit writes lyrics for the band, and is the lead singer. She's got a good sound, soulful, something you don't hear a lot of nowadays. While the others sing as well, she is the frontwoman. All of them play various instruments, switching off during the show. They're very talented!

Well, many say that there is something magical about Hogsmeade, and I can't help but agree when I listen to their music. They've got a unique sound, something that isn't quite rock, jazz, or classical. It's just... magical, as cheesy as it is to say. It turns out that the teens grew up in the area, and their band is actually named after the forest that lies on the outskirts of the village. They're very popular with the other villagers, and often have private performances just for the employees!

I asked if they were employees of Vita Inc, which owns many of the properties within the village. They did admit to working with the company, but did not give me any more details. This curious company came out of the blue, it seems, and no one (muggles, that is) seems to know about it. But that's for the Business section to cover.

So, I recommend you guys to go check out the band! They play every Friday night in Hogsmeade. It's a show you'll never forget.

Mark Owens threw his paper down onto his desk, pulling his jacket on. "Momo! I'm goin' out!"

"All Aboard! All Aboard! All those taking the Hogsmeade Express! All Aboard!" The conductor called out. Carl, the Conductor, was a wizard that worked for the Hogsmeade Express. He stood outside Platform 9 3/4, ringing a bell in his hand. He wore an old fashioned red conductor's outfit. Muggles stared at him as he passed. Soon enough, puzzled muggles came his way.

"Well, hullo there."

A man and his two children, along with his wife, stood uncertainly in front of him. "Were the papers correct in saying that the Platform was 9 and 3/4? Is this some sort of joke?" The man asked.

"No joke, good sir, all you have to do is walk through this wall here."

The man looked uncertainly at the wall. Other muggles started to gather.

"I don't know..."

His wife sniffed. "Don't be a chicken, Ray. I'll do it." And with that, the woman walked right through the wall. The muggles surrounding them gasped, and someone took a picture of the wall.

"I wanna do it Daddy!" The girl yelled, and the boy tugged on his hand.

"...alright." And the man lead them through. The other muggles pressed forward, and the Conductor stopped them.

"Form a line, single file please! You'll be able to buy your tickets on the platform! Now, please, just walk through, don't be nervous-"

June and her brother looked around the train with wide eyes. Their parents were looking rather startled as well. The train was gorgeous on the inside just as much as it was on the outside. All of the compartments had plushy seats and wide windows, with big shelves for luggage up above. It was all very old fashioned looking, and so...magical!

"Do you really think we'll get to see a witch or a wizard Mummy?" June asked.

"I believe so, dear, that Platform was very magical!" Her mum said with a wink to her Father. It was probably an optical allusion, they reasoned.

"This is gonna be so cool!" Her brother said, bouncing on his seat with excitement. Their Father caught him expertly as the compartment door opened.

"Any more room?" Another family stood at the door.

"Sure!" June chirped, and the two kids moved to sit by their parents. She smiled at the little girl. "I'm June, and this is my little brother Ben, and this is my Mummy and Daddy."

"Hi. I'm Ellie." The other girl said shyly.

After proper introductions were made, and everyone was seated, they began to move. Everyone talked about Hogsmeade excitedly, talking about the articles and advertisements they'd read in the papers.

"I wonder if magic is really real." Ellie said. "I'm sure that platform thing was just an illusion."

"No, it's real! I bet there's lots of witches and wizards there, and they've got brooms and everything." June argued.

"We'll see-"

Their compartment door opened, revealing a matronly woman with a cart. "Anything off the trolley dears?"

"Ooh, I'm starving, have you got any chocolate?"

Their Mother spoke up. "June, you don't need any chocolate. You wouldn't happen to have any bottled water, do you?"

"Why yes, we do!" The woman said, pulling aside a curtain, revealing lots of normal looking food and drinks. "We have magical and muggle food here for everyone."

"Muggle?" Ben asked.

The woman smiled. "Oh, you'll be hearing that term in the village. Muggles are people like yourselves, those who do not have magic."

"So...you're magical?" June asked excitedly. "Do some magic for us!"

"June, don't be rude." Her Father murmured.

The woman only laughed. "Oh, you'll have fun today, just wait and see. Here, have a chocolate frog. Best eat it quickly, it only has one good bounce." She handed a package to the girl. "Oh, and keep the card- you can collect them!"

Harry smiled as he heard the kid's laughter outside in the square. The muggles loved the village, and the magical community did too. Witches and wizards from all over were visiting as well, making the normally sleepy little village a thriving place. He peeked out of the tent, watching a crowd of children watch a couple of elves perform tricks.

"Hey."

He left his place, and turned to see Draco. He held his violin case in his arms.

"Hi." Harry said shyly, kissing his cheek. "Where are the others? Colin's already getting the stage ready."

"They're on their way. Luna and Neville...er got a bit distracted earlier." Harry laughed, adjusting the boy's outfit a bit.

"You look good."

"So do you." They shared a heated glance, and Harry bit his lip. Draco set his case down on the makeup table, and pulled Harry into a kiss. "You know, I'm very lucky to have you around."

"Oh?" Draco kissed his neck and ear, making Harry squirm.

"Hmm hmm. You know, in the past month that Hogsmeade's been open to the public, the sales in the Hogsmeade shop sales have increased by 70%."

Harry groaned as Draco groped him, squeezing his bum. "Oh, you just like me because I make you money." Harry teased.

"Oh no. You've got a good ass, too." Draco squeezed said ass, pulling up Harry to his groin.

"Do I?" Harry breathed, feeling a bit giddy.

Draco nodded, hands sliding in the back of his pants. "Oh yeah." Harry shuddered as he felt the fingers dig against his bare skin.

"Draco...we have the show..." He pouted.

"They can wait for us." Draco whispered, kissing his collarbone. "You look so hot, I just can't resist-"

"Oh...Draco..." Harry's head lolled back.

"If you lovebirds are finished, we got a show to put on." Neville said, sounding amused. Both Draco and Harry froze, jumping away from each other. They could have been caught! Hell, they were caught. At least it was only Neville and Luna. The two of them were smiling as they unpacked their things.

"Come on, we haven't much time. People are filling up the square now."

Mark Owens was watching the band play up on the stage with wide eyes. Yes, it was the same band that played at his club all those times. They sounded great, and the special affects that were put on only added to their show. The crowds loved them, and he could see why they played here. This was an opportunity he couldn't afford to miss.

While they performed, he thought quickly of what he could say to them- hopefully they would be available to talk after the show. After the show ended, he fought his way through the crowds that were making their way to the train station. Hogsmeade was closing up for the night. He didn't care if he missed the train- he was sure the band would let him stay there while they talked business.

"Kit! Kit! Over here!" He yelled, waving at them before they started heading to the tent behind the stage setup. The brunette looked his way, and her eyes widened in recognition. She got the others' attention, and they waved him over. He was let through, and he approached them with a grin.

"I saw you in the papers. I just had to come see you guys."

"It's good to see you again, Mark." Neville said warmly. "C'mon, let's talk in here."

Mark was rather surprised to see that the tent looked a lot larger than it did on the outside. But he decided not to question it for now. He watched them pack up their gear. "You guys sounded great tonight. I noticed you added a few more songs."

"Yeah, we had to. Some of our old stuff wasn't very kid friendly." Draco said with a smirk.

"So...I was thinking...this could be an opportunity to do something new."

"Something new?" Luna chirped.

Mark nodded. "Yeah. See, I was thinking...what if there were other performers like you guys? I mean, yeah you've got those actors and stuff walking around the streets, but no musicians!"

"Well..." Neville began. "This village is really about shopping and cafes, and some of the outlying buildings are research buildings. Anyways, we don't really know anybody around here that could play music like we could."

Mark's eyebrows rose. "Have your people hold auditions then. Who's in charge of the entertainment around here, anyways? This Vita Inc.?"

The group glanced at each other. Kit spoke quietly. "That's actually a good idea. And um, no one's really in charge of the entertainment around here. The house elves do what they do on a volunteer basis. It apparently helps them unwind after working in the Forest or the offices all day."

"But you guys get paid, right?" Mark asked, eyes widening.

They all shook their heads.

"What! But you're being ripped off! Even I paid you!"

Draco interrupted his tirade. "We own Vita Inc."

That shut the man up. Draco continued. "Actually, you bring up a very good point. We do need other performers."

Luna put her two cents in. "Would you like to work for us?"

"Wha?" Mark asked, feeling a little bewildered.

"Mr. Owens, you know the music scene. You know what's good, and what's not. You could host the auditions, be in charge of our entertainment department. We have noticed a surplus in people lately when we perform, yet we can't perform all the time-"

"You're telling me that...you kids run this whole village?"

"Well...not the whole village." Kit said hesitantly.

"Well, fuck me." Mark murmured, running a hand through his hair. Then he thought about his club, his lovely Black Box.

"I've got the club to think about." He shook his head. "I couldn't..." He then thought of somebody who would love this opportunity. "Momo, on the other hand, would jump at this chance."

"Really?" Kit asked, eyes widening.

"Oh yeah. She's been in the music scene as long as I have. Er...the only reason she bar-tends at the bar is 'cos I'm there. But she helped me with all sorts of stuff. She's always wanted to run a place of her own, and...well, maybe she could do that here?"

The teenagers shared a look, communicating silently.

Mark spoke again. "I could feed talent from the Black Box to here, and some of the people she finds here could be sent to the Black Box. You know, two music communities' talents could be really great- a pool of musicians and artists, just waiting to be discovered..."

Harry thought about it. It was a good idea. Magical performers making a name for themselves in the muggle world, and muggle performers performing in the magical world...why not? And they could learn a great deal about each other's music...

"Alright. Send her up in the next week or so, whenever is best for her. Alright?"

Mark Walker grinned. "You won't regret this- this is going to be great!"

Draco stood uncomfortably in the muggle office. Usually, he had either Luna or Harry with him when he went to muggle places like this. However, everyone was terribly busy with things. A woman came into the office, walking briskly. Draco's eyes roved over her pencil skirt and slender legs. She looked good, for a muggle. He was well aware she was used to working with older clients, and he would just have to do his best to be professional. Her eyes met his, and he smiled charmingly. He could tell she was curious, but was too polite to mention his age.

"You must be Draco Malfoy." She shook his hand. "I'm Erica Watson. Please, sit. Now, what can we do for you today?" She sat down at her desk, and Draco sat down as well.

"I am interested in making some investments." He said stiffly. "I've been doing a bit of research, and I've found a few companies that could potentially do quite well."

She motioned for the file he held in his hands, putting on a pair of glasses. She read through the file at first rather quickly, and then slowed. She eventually set the file down, reading it carefully.

"It says here that you're a co-owner of Vita Inc. They're the ones that fund that Hogsmeade village out in the country, correct?"

Draco nodded. "Yes. I am actually in charge of our Financial Department."

She glanced his way, looking rather interested. "I see. And...if I may ask, how did you get involved in such a venture?"

Draco had been expecting the question. "I went to school in Hogsmeade, actually. A few of my friends and I are rather wealthy, and when the school was destroyed, we realized what it could do to the local economy. The school was rebuilt elsewhere, and we took the opportunity to buy the property and tried to revitalize business."

"I see. By making it a sort of tourist attraction."

Draco just smiled. "I suppose. Our sales have increased by 118% in our first two months. Our costs are relatively low, as our employees all live in our properties in Hogsmeade, where they buy our products at our stores."

Watson was impressed. "And so you wish to expand your business?"

Draco nodded. "Yes ma'am. In addition to the shops and cafes we own, we also have several research facilities. Now, we want to continue to have the charm of our little village, so we can't expand too much, do you understand?"

"So you wish to invest in property?"

"Correct." He tapped his finger to several places on the London map. "Around these areas here. Many of our employees are from these areas, and I believe that if we expand in these locations, we could boost our profits and make a foothold outside of our little village."

"And would you like to invest in other businesses? After all, government stocks will pay themselves off rather quickly if you have research facilities... there are a few up and coming companies you should look at- electronics, medical, and communications are all booming at the moment."

Draco smiled. "I think I'm going to like working with you, Ms. Watson."

"You know, this Vita Inc. is pretty cool." Shep said as he held up his fat golden coin to the moon. "Hiring us, even though it's not really legal."

"You think one of their Heads is a werewolf?" Tanya said, stretching out on the grass. Their pack was settling in for the night after a good day's work. Their pack was one of many that was being hired to do construction in Diagon Alley, Hogsmeade, and Knockturne Alley these past few months. They were allowed the week of the full moon off, and were supplied with cheaply priced Wolfsbane potions, on top of their pay. The packs had never lived so well. Yeah, they might have to dress properly around the humans and everything, but they didn't get people prying into their business and try to arrest them.

After all, werewolves weren't allowed in the UK. Most of the packs had been neutral in the war- good thing too, since that Harry Potter killed off the Dark Lord with his friends. And Harry Potter was somehow connected with Vita Inc.

Many people speculated that the teenager was a figurehead of the organization, that it was headed by a committee. It made some people nervous to have a teenager in a high position at such a large company. And they knew his friends were somehow involved too, making news of their own. They owned practically all the newspapers, but hadn't made any moves to stifle the news like the Ministry had.

Some were curious as to where all this was going.

Integrating the muggle and the magical world?

For some, like the werewolves, they had been doing this for years. It was the only way they could support themselves. Some of the people in their packs had been muggles before they had been turned, some had been squibs. A registered werewolf was watched like a hawk, and wouldn't get hired by most magical companies in Europe and in the UK.

However...Vita Inc. did. It wasn't going to take long for the word to spread.

Draco frowned as he looked over the numbers. "Kit, there's a lot of people coming back to the UK- more than what were living here before. They're coming here through the International Flooing station, through muggle transportation- all wanting jobs. I don't think we could do this."

They were sitting in their old hideout, the clearing by the Fairy House. The area was looking as beautiful as ever, fully recovered from the damage Voldemort had caused to their lay lines.

Luna was sunbathing on the rock slab, notes and newspapers spread around her. Neville was reading an update from the herbology department, lost in thought.

"I know. I get a lot of letters." Harry murmured quietly, staring at the pond. "All we can do is keep up the construction in London. How are the shops coming along?"

"Fine. Nearly finished."

"We're running out of room in the employee housing in the village. Did you decide to build some flats in that abandoned building in Knockturne?"

"Actually, I had already drawn up some plans. See, all the shops are at the ground level, and the shopkeepers live above them. However, in most of the buildings we own, we could either expand upwards, or remodel the floors above to suit more workers."

"Which would bring more people living in Knockturne and Diagon, boosting sales there." Harry concluded. "Good. Like it. It's going to have to happen fast- most of the cottages have five, six people living in each of them."

Draco grimaced. "Right. Good thing we hired some more mutts today."

"Draco!" Harry hissed.

"Sorry, werewolves. You do know that that's illegal, right?"

"I know." Harry said in a small voice. "But they need jobs too."

"We can't give jobs to everyone. Soon enough, we'll have more people in our employment than the Ministry of Magic!"

"I know. But we're making enough money to cover our expenses, right?"

"Of course we are." Draco waved that off. "We're making good profits, more than good. I just want to make sure it stays that way."

Harry leant into the blonde's shoulder. "It's not all about the money, you know."

Draco wrapped his arm around the boy. "I know. It's all about 'Educating the muggles and magicals so that we may one day live harmoniously'" He said in a sotto voice, obviously repeating Harry. Said boy swatted him in the chest, rolling his eyes.

"Prat."

"But you love me anyways."

"Yeah. I do." Harry said with a small smile.

Harry hesitated as he approached Snape, watching the man work on several potions at once. He'd specifically chosen this time to approach the man.

"Sir?"

"What is it, Potter? I'm busy."

Harry fiddled with the file in his hands. "There's a project I'd like to assign to your department, that is, if you will be able to do it. I know you're busy, but it might be a good idea."

"I'm listening." The man continued to work.

"I'd like for all of our employees to take a lineage test. Human, centaur, elf, everyone- that is, if their culture allows it."

The man paused in his work. "Why?"

"I believe if we look back far enough, many of our 'muggleborns' could be descended from wizards or magical creatures. Maybe there's even a connection between the elves and the Goblins, or perhaps-"

"I get it. I suppose this will only be requested of the employees, and their results will be kept private?"

"Of course. While some could offer their results for study and research, others could keep their information to themselves, if they wish."

"I see."

Harry set the file on the man's work table. He hesitated before he said something else, nervousness mounting. They'd put this off long enough already.

"We need to talk."

Snape froze for a second. Harry went on.

"We've been ignoring this for a long time. Are...are we ever going to-"

"There is enough going on right now, Pott-"

"No!" Harry hissed, slamming his fist onto the table. Snape whipped around, looking at him with a scowl on his face.

"The war is over. We have no excuse to dance around this anymore. You're my Father." His voiced quieted. "Doesn't that mean anything to you?"

Snape looked away. "You're of age. You have your...friends. You don't need me."

"Of course I need you." Harry murmured. "For years and years...I prayed for someone to take me away from those Dursleys. I never, ever thought I would have a Father-"

"Pott- Harry, it's in the past. I'm no Father to you- I just..." The man frowned, struggling for words. "You don't need me. Not as a Father, anyways." He turned back to his work. "All I can be for you is your employee."

"So you'll never acknowledge it."

"Do you want the papers to hear of this?" Snape murmured.

"We own most of the papers. It doesn't matter. I'm tired of keeping quiet about this- don't you-" He cut himself off as Hermione came into the room, carrying a basket of herbs.

"Granger, prepare those ingredients." Snape barked, and the girl hurried to do so. Harry knew that the conversation was over. For now.

So...yeah, I hope that you guys aren't too pissed off at me. The lovely Lady Foxy Roxy pointed out that I had Snape find out that Harry was his kid back in Chapter 12 of the first story. A few others pointed this out as well. So sorry about that! I've fixed it now.