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Harry's eyebrows shot up past the small patch of discoloration on his forehead and towards his hairline. "The Fuhrer's Guard? Do I have the trust or clearance for that?"
Malfoy rolled his eyes, "Don't worry, you won't be guarding the Fuhrer. You're too junior for that. You're going to join me in guarding the Minister of International Affairs, my father."
"Oh," Harry's brief thought of being able to assassinate Voldemort easily went out the window. Which was just as well, he'd probably get himself killed trying to do it – and that wouldn't do Ginny any good.
Malfoy's eyes moved around the room until they latched onto the gun Harry was cleaning. As Harry cleaned gunpowder residue off of the innards Malfoy's eyes grew wide.
"Is that a Grindle?" The awe and jealousy in Malfoy's voice made Harry grin. He took intense pleasure in making Malfoy jealous.
"Yes, and it's not just any Grindle," Harry said this as he picked up the gun and tilted it so Malfoy could see the butt of the gun. Engraved on the butt were lists of letters and at the end, right under GG, was HP.
Malfoy's eyes grew as large as saucers. "This is THE Grindle? You're the one that outbid me on it a decade ago?"
Harry grinned, "Oh, was that you that I out-bid?"
"Yes! Goddamnit! Three seconds to go and I had the high bid! How did you do that?" Malfoy didn't seem truly angry, but jealousy shown bright in his eyes as he watched Harry go back to cleaning.
"Very carefully," Harry said, trying to conceal the grin that was threatening to fix itself permanently to his face.
"Hmph, well, if you die in the line of duty can I have it?"
A shudder of disgust ran down Harry's spine at the thought of Malfoy touching one of his most prized possessions; it effectively wiped the smile from his face.
"No, sorry, my will states that it's to be donated to The Hagrid Hunting Lodge," Harry gave his gun one more wipe and began reassembling it.
Malfoy crossed his arms and slumped back in his seat, "Fine, be that way."
Harry ignored him and continued to reassemble 'The Grindle'. He wasn't quite sure how to deal with this Malfoy. He seemed to still be arrogant and a little cruel, but there was also a humanity to him that he'd never seen in his Magic Memories and certainly not in his Police Memories.
As Harry was locking his gun back up Malfoy spoke again.
"Hey, you doing anything this evening?"
Harry looked at Malfoy in surprise, was this a possible invitation?
"Are you inviting me to do something?"
Malfoy nodded, "Yes, a few of my friends and I are going to go check out a new club. Want to join us?"
He really didn't feel like hanging out with Malfoy, but if it meant making his new job easier, than sure, he'd put up with him and his cronies for a few hours. Harry shrugged nonchalantly, "Sure."
"Great, we'll see you at 'The Spinning Head' at nine." Malfoy was halfway to the door before he added, "Oh, and it's a coat and tie sort of place and they don't allow Doles in there, so don't bring any of your regular posse."
Harry rolled his eyes as the door shut behind Malfoy, somethings about people never changed. Malfoy was still an elitist. Not that Harry particularly minded at the moment. The Doles he usually hung out and drank with were only his 'friends' for one reason – he had money to buy them alcohol. They would ditch him in an instant if he failed at this job and became a Dole himself. That didn't bug him too much; at least he knew exactly where he stood with them.
Once he was sure that Malfoy wasn't going to come back for something Harry slipped into his small office and logged onto his computer. There was no internet in this world, only something called The Network that was only accessible inside of the Nazi controlled countries. It was tightly controlled by the government, so didn't have much of anything on it.
What it did have was a list of past rebellions and very graphic descriptions of how the government dealt with the traitors, especially the ringleaders. Harry kept going through pages of reports, continually Ctrl-Fing his father's name. Eventually he found him.
On October 31, 1981 James Potter, Sirius Black, and Severus Snape were arrested and accused of being ringleaders in the 1981 Summer Rebellion. A week later, after a private meeting with the Fuhrer, Severus Snape was released and immediately promoted to Minster of Internal Affairs. He pleaded for mercy for his former childhood friends, James Potter and Sirius Black, but his pleas were only marginally heeded.
James Potter and Sirius Black hanged in a public ceremony in front of Buckingham Palace on December 22, 1981. This Fuhrer showed mercy by doing this instead of the normal hanging, drawing, and quartering that is usually given to traitors.
James Potter left behind a wife, Lily Potter, and small son, Harry Potter, that later became part of Severus Snape's family. Today Lily Potter is known as Lily Snape, the world-renowned architect and designer.
Sirius Black left behind a brother, Regulus Black, who is the current Minister of State Security and in charge of the Fuhrer's Guards.
Harry bit his lip in anger at the words he was reading. He didn't know why his Money Memory self had never looked this up before, probably because he'd been unwilling to face the truth in black and white. Angered, Harry shut off his computer and headed to the changing room. While there Harry slipped out of the jeans he wore while shooting and into some sweats. After a quick text to Jones about his plans for the evening Harry headed for the gardens.
He spent the next hour jogging around the gardens and trying to put his thoughts in order while getting control of his emotions. He hadn't felt this out of control of his life since he was sixteen in the Magic Memories and it wasn't a pleasant feeling.
Eventually Harry ended up back in his room. Upon arriving Jones whisked him off into the shower as clothes were laid out for the evening.
Only his Money Memories kept him from being confused by the number of knobs, buttons, and nozzles in the shower. Harry couldn't believe that a shower could be so confusing.
Once he was finely clean Jones helped him get dressed in scarlet dress slacks, an emerald green sports jacket, crisp white shirt, and azure tie. Harry felt like a walking rainbow.
"Is this really necessary?" Harry asked as he survived his overly colorful self in the mirror.
"Of course, sir. You are going to a Workers Club, not a Dole hole-in-the-wall. Your normal jeans and t-shirt would not be acceptable at the Spinning Head." Jones gave Harry's tie one last adjustment as he said this.
Harry slipped on some shiny black ankle boots. "I understand that, but do I really have to look like something out of a druggie's dream to go there?"
"Yes," Jones said firmly before slipping the snitch-shaped cufflinks on Harry's sleeves.
Harry looked at the cufflinks and smiled. Just looking at their familiar shape calmed him. Too bad he didn't have real snitch with him, but he supposed that snitch-shaped cufflinks would do. He still wasn't quite sure why they were shaped like a snitch.
"Well, I suppose I'll deal with looking like this. Don't wait up for me Jones. I'll be sure to lay the clothes neatly across a chair for you to deal with in the morning." Harry gave his appearance one last look over before heading for the door.
"Very good, sir," Jones called out as Harry left the bedroom.
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It took Harry half an hour to get to the Spinning Head. Harry showed his ID card to the bouncer and was let in immediately, which earned angry looks from the people waiting in line. He supposed being the stepson of the Minister of Internal Affairs had some perks.
Upon entering the club he was assailed by the smell of smoke, sweat, and perfume. It honestly didn't smell much different than the places he normally frequented.
What was different was the music.
Instead of the hard and heavy rock music he normally heard coming out of a beat up jukebox there was a live band playing some sort of country-jazz-techno mix.
It made Harry's teeth itch.
Harry looked around the crowded club for Malfoy. There was no point in being here if he couldn't worm himself into Malfoy's good graces.
Halfway across the room Harry felt a light tap on his shoulder. Turning around he found Malfoy, dressed in an outfit just as outrageous as Harry's. Except that it was orange, teal, and hot pink.
Malfoy gave him a cool grin, "Hey! Follow me, we have a cabana over here."
Harry followed Malfoy through the crowded, noisy room to a semi-enclosed space featuring a bouncer and a rather crowded booth.
The bouncer waved them through and the group at the booth grew quiet when Malfoy and Harry arrived.
Malfoy grinned at the people on the booth, "Ladies and Gentlemen, I'd like to introduce our newest member of the guard – Harry Potter!"
Harry forced a grin and a wave. He had to maintain the façade of friendliness. He couldn't protect Ginny and possibly help her little rebellion if he ended up out of this job and on the dole.
"Hello!" He said as cheerfully as he could.
Everyone in the booth waved and Harry noticed that several of them looked familiar. He realized why a moment later when Malfoy began introductions.
"Aright Potter, this is Pansy Parkinson," he pointed at the girl in the skanky outfit on the edge of the booth. "And over here we have Blaise Zabini, Angelina Johnson, Victor Krum, Justin Finch-Fletchly, Michael Corner, Cho Chang, Zacharias Smith, and Cormac McLaggan." Malfoy pointed to each person as he said their name.
It was all Harry could do to keep his eyes inside of their sockets and his mouth firmly closed.
Every single one of those people had been with him in his Magic Memories. What were the odds?
Harry's eyes fixed on Cho Chang, the first girl he ever remembered kissing, in any of his memories. Why was she here? Vaguely Harry heard Malfoy ask where someone was, but he couldn't understand him over the horribly grating music.
Then, all of a sudden, the music came to a halt and the crowd grew silent. All eyes were drawn to the quickly clearing dance floor.
As Harry turned to see what was going on he heard Malfoy say, "Ah…There she is. I should've known."
There, standing in the middle of the now empty dance floor, was a pale-haired girl wearing a floor-length black dress that shimmered in the spotlight now aimed at her.
Harry couldn't help it, his jaw dropped; he had never seen Luna look more unearthly.
As he watched he heard a small pipe begin to play. As the very first note hit Luna began to sway. When a fiddle joined in she began to move her arms in slow, swirling motions. When a bagpipe began to weave its sounds into the music she began to move, slowly, carefully.
Harry found himself entranced. Not because he was in love, rather, because he had never seen anything quite like it before.
A slow, deep drum joined the song and Luna's movements became more forceful. Slowly the song began to pick up speed. As it did so Luna's movements increased. Soon she was nothing but a moving, swirling blur across the dance floor.
Once she had reached her maximum speed the crowd began to clap and stomp their feet along with the music. Harry couldn't help but join in, the energy in the club was too infectious.
Taking a moment to look away from Luna, Harry glanced at Malfoy only to see the most unusual expression on his face.
He looked like he was in love.
Author's Note: Yes, this is a surprise Saturday posting. I had a free day yesterday so I got this written and the next one also. They were supposed to be one complete chapter, but I figured 3.5-4k words was a bit much for a chapter when the rest are 1.4-2k. So y'll get this part today and the rest tomorrow! :)
So, I've had a couple of people ask if this is just a collection of short stories or if the reason Harry is switching worlds will ever be addressed. The answer is: Yes that will be addressed. There's a reason the last two worlds have ended without anything being permanently resolved...oh, plus, there have been hints as to what's going on in each chapter. Some people have picked up on a couple and then get sidetracked or have been unable to see the whole picture, but eventually you shall see it, I promise. I'm working very hard to make sure all of the clues are consistent with the over-arching plot while still moving each of the individual worlds along.
Oh, and RM should be about 50k-60k words (size of a normal YA novel and shorter than the first HP book), it just has a lot of chapters since I don't have time every week to write 4k chapters.
Also, if you have questions for me, please don't ask them anonymously, I can't respond if you ask them that way and I'm not going to take up my AN answering one person's question if no one else has asked it.
Thank you again to everyone that reads, reviews, alerts, and faves this story! My phone going beep with each arriving email brings a smile to my face :D
Hope y'll have a wonderful weekend and talk to you tomorrow!
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