A/N:Harry was Angst-y cause he knew it would be impossible to hide his identity from his fans if he became a teacher, but he really wanted to get a job so he'd just have to deal with it. He's been playing the guitar since he was in his 2nd year, he started playing to get away from the accusations of being the slytherin heir, as for who taught him, it was Dean Thomas. The magical community knows because his career started in the magical world, his first Album was sold in the magical community, but his fame spread to the muggle world, so he started selling albums to them too. He didn't use an Alias because he felt that would be like being ashamed of his father, he refused to use any name other than Potter, so might as well use Harry, and anyway even if he used an alias, he can't hide who he is from the magical community.

Disclaimer: I don't own harry potter, J.K. Rowling does; I don't own Twilight, does. I don't own 'On my own', three days Grace does.

Officer Swan, a song and a Job.

Harry quickly found the Main office, he approached the woman behind the desk.

"Excuse me, If I may Inquire about a job, i hear the Music Post is now open." Harry said.

"Oh, fill this in then." The woman gave him a bunch of papers.

Harry sat down on the chairs near the door, filling in the application papers.

Full name: Harry James Evans Potter

Age: 19

Education: Home schooled, Degree presented by prime Minister.

Qualifications: Record selling musician.

Harry looked up from his half filled in application when a man in a police uniform walked in, the man approached the desk.

"I'm here to enroll my daughter" He told the woman, who smiled at him before giving him a stack of papers and a pen.

"Please fill these in then, Officer Swan" The man took the papers and sat down a seat away from Harry. The man spotted Harry and looked at him suspiciously.

"I haven't seen you around here before, you are?" he asked.

"Harry Potter, i moved into the Black Manor at the edge of town." Harry offered his hand, which the man took.

"Chief Officer Charlie Swan, how are you related to the Phineas Black, the old owner?" Officer Swan asked.

"I'm his grandson's godson; when my Godfather died, he left everything to me, so It's my house now." Harry answered.

"Oh, enrolling too?" Officer Swan asked, smiling, now that he was sure this boy wasn't doing anything illegal.

"Nope, I'm applying for the Music Teacher's post." Harry said, Answering one of the items.

"Oh? How old are you?" Officer Swan asked, Shocked.

"19"

"How about College?" Officer asked.

"I was home schooled, I took the tests in the ministry, I have a Degree for both high school and College presented by the Minister himself." Harry smiled at the memory of the day, the muggle minister was against the magical ministry when it came to whether he would be the next dark lord or not, The minister had taken an instant liking to Harry.

"Oh, wow, you must be very smart" Officer said.

"Thank you officer Swan, but really, The minister was a friend, so he insisted on giving me my degree."

"Call me Charlie" Charlie told the Teen in front of him. He couldn't believe this kid was Friends with the British Minister, He was guessing it was the British minister, considering his accent.

"Okay then, Charlie, why are you here? Enrolling?" Harry asked, smiling.

"Yeah, my daughter who's been living with her mother is moving here, maybe you'll be able to teach her, Isabella Swan" Charlie said.

"Will do, Charlie" Harry stood up, and handed in his application.

"You'll be interviewed now, First door down the hall." the woman said, Harry made his way there.

"Good Luck" Charlie called, Harry called back his thanks before entering the first door in the hall way.

"Uh, I'm here to apply for the music post." Harry told the Principal.

"Sit down, Mr?" The Gray haired woman asked.

"Potter, madam, Harry Potter" Harry answered, taking the seat in front of the Woman's Desk.

"okay, Mr. Potter, what Qualifications do you have to teach music? any experience?" The woman asked.

"Well Ms.-" Harry looked at the name plate. "-Whitcock, I am a multi-record selling musician." Harry replied.

"Oh? and where is your proof of this?" asked, raising her left brow.

Harry put his hand in his Messenger bag, Wandlessly conjuring up his 2nd Album, and handing it over to the Principal, who took it, looked at the cover, the Credits, the songs and the release date. The Principal took the CD out of it's case, and put it in her player.

The music started, On my Own played.

I walk alone
Think of home
Memories of long ago
No one knows, I lost my soul long ago

This brought Back memories, Harry Thought, He could still remember The Hate he felt after the war, He was a monster, he had killed so much. The Blood on his hands was too much for him too handle, He would bury himself in alcohol, trying to forget it all.

Lied too much
She said that she's had enough
Am I too much?
She said that she's had enough

He didn't want to tell Ginny about his problems, he was afraid he'd leave him once she knew his sins. He'd make excuses for why he was home late, why he couldn't go to their dates, why he couldn't tell her why he was out so much.

Standing on my own
Remembering the one, I left at home
Forget about the life, I used to know
Forget about the one, I left at home

One day, he came home to find Ginny packing her things, he asked her what was wrong, she threw the paper at him, the headlines said, 'Savior of The wizarding world, the next dark lord?' He reasoned to her, telling her it was rubbish, a lie. she spat at him that she had enough, that now she knew where i went at night.

I need to run far away
Can't go back to that place
Like she told me
I'm just a big disgrace

Harry felt his heart breaking into oblivion at that moment, He told her to stay. 'Don't Leave me' he begged, she told me i was worthless, heartless, and He didn't deserve to be loved. He begged her and begged.

Lied too much
She said that she's had enough
Am I too much?
She said that she's had enough

He Begged her as she walked over to the fireplace, he pleaded as she threw the powder, he stood there when she threw her engagement ring at him, He wept there when she left.

Standing on my own
Remembering the one, I left at home
Forget about the life, I used to know
Forget about the one, I left at home

So now I'm standing here alone
I'm learning how to live life on my own

Lied too much
I think that I've had enough
Am I too much?
She said that she's had enough

I'm standing on my own
Remembering the one, I left at home
Forget about the life, I used to know
Forget about the one, I left at home

So now I'm standing here alone
I'm learning how to live life on my own
Forget about the past, I'll never know
Forget about the one, I left at home

"?"

Harry snapped back to reality, blinking back the tears he felt stinging behind his eyes.

"you've got the job."

A/N: Some of Harry's Past Revealed!! That was longer than usual,hope you liked it. The song is 'On my own' by Three Days Grace, thanks for reading. Please Review!!! -Deni, Unidentified writing Object