Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters and I'm not making any money from this story. I do own the story line and any original characters involved.
Warnings: seriously AU; some bashings of Albus, Molly, Author, Ron, Hermione, Fudge, and Malfoys; sex scenes; slash; het; many OCs
Author Notes: The story is finished and I will be posting one chapter a day. Here's the next chapter; it also required some research so i could make it as realistic as pssible. Tell me what you think in a review please.

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They spent the rest of the week looking around the city No one wanted to get lost so they made sure they knew how the busses worked and how to use the tube without too much difficulty.

Remus couldn't work because he would miss three days a month, though Severus made a potion that would diminish the affects of the full moon. It would be very rare to find a boss that would understand and allow it

It's not like there weren't well off anyway. Between the Black estate and the Prince estate, they had more than enough money. Harry also had his Potter inheritance, but they refused to touch it. They wanted Harry to save it and use it for himself and any future children he may have.

Severus made sure to forge all of the legal Muggle documents that they would need, including state IDs and school transcripts. Severus had medical training in the wizarding world, so he wanted to do something similar in the Muggle world. He wanted get the proper training to be a male nurse, much to the amusement of Sirius

Sirius was a bit harder though. Severus and Remus had both lived in the Muggle world at some point, so they both knew it how it worked. Sirius didn't have that kind of advantage. A police officer would be an obvious choice due to his past as an Auror, but no one wanted Sirius to take such a dangerous job. Sirius didn't want that either as he had grown out of that phase where he desired danger and excitement.

Harry's the one who came up with the perfect idea. There was a gay bar that was open twenty-four hours a day, six days a week, expect for Sunday. It would be a relatively easy and stress free job.

All Sirius needed to know was the different types of alcoholic drinks, and perhaps do a little bit of cleaning

The bartenders were usually good looking, to attract more customers, and Sirius definitely didn't have anything to worry about when it came to that department. No experience was necessary, and they would train Sirius. As long as Remus and Severus were secure in their relationship, it would be a match made in heaven. As expected, Sirius got the job with no problem.

That left Harry to decide what he wanted to do. He knew excelled when it came to gardening, but he did not want to spend the rest of his life in a career like that. They questioned Harry about skills and what he enjoyed doing, but he didn't want to become a chef even though he had cooked since he was young. .

Severus rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Was their anything in particular that you enjoyed cooking?"

Harry thought about it for a few minutes. "I guess I always enjoyed baking. I liked to bake bread, make brownies, cookies, pie, and other things like that."

Severus continued, "Did you only tolerate it, or did you actually enjoy it."

Harry's smiled. "I remember loving the feeling of flour between my fingers. I loved to play with the dough, and measuring out the ingredients was always a science for me. Don't make any cracks about potions Severus."

Severus chuckled. "Don't worry. I have a feeling if I wasn't hovering and the Slytherins weren't tossing things into your potion, you would have done a lot better. Now, maybe being a regular chef isn't for you, but what about a pastry chef? It's exactly what it sounds like; the job specializes in pastries, deserts, breads, and other baked goods."

"That sounds interesting."

Remus smiled gently. "You should look into it, Harry."

Harry didn't mind spending time at school if it was for something that truly interested him. His lack of a regular high school education worried him but Harry knew the documents Severus had forged would work.

After researching multiple schools, Harry found a culinary school not too far away called The French Culinary Institute that had classic pastry arts courses for those who wanted to be a pastry chef. It was close enough that he could still live at home.

Getting enrolled was easier than he thought it would be. Harry began studying all of the main elements of a pastry chef. He found the classes interesting and his family was thrilled that he was enjoying himself. The part that he enjoyed the most was baking all of the different desserts had had never made before, though a wedding cake was his favorite dessert to make, even if it took a long time.

He worked diligently throughout the next six months excelling in his classes. He befriended many of his classmates who enjoyed his down-to-earth nature. Harry loved it when they were able to study for their tests and were able to spend time together outside of school as well.

Time seemed to fly by for Harry as his graduation drew closer and closer. Harry knew many of his new friends would be going to different states, maybe even a different country, depending on where there was work for them and he knew that he would miss them. He knew that though they said they'd keep in contact and visit, Harry knew that eventually, it would diminish when they got caught up in their own lives.

Harry wasn't sure where he was going to work, but it would have to be in New York. Harry wasn't ready to part from his family yet.

His answer came a few days later from an older friend of Remus's who was65.

Mr. Jacobson smiled gently. "Remus told me that you just graduated from culinary school as a pastry chef."

"Yes sir. Most of my friends left the state to find jobs, but I refuse to. We moved here about a year ago. New York is my home and I'm not ready to leave it."

"I might be able to help you. I run a bakery. And my son will eventually take over for me…when I'm ready to retire. My pastry chef quit about a month ago and I haven't been able to find someone who is capable and efficient enough. I had to temporarily close my bakery, but I want to reopen soon. Would you be interested?"

"You're offering a job to someone with no work experience?"

"Yes I am. Remus is a good man, and although I know he is probably a bit biased, if you weren't suited, I don't think he'd have recommended you to me. Also, how can you be expected to have experience if no one is willing to give you a job?"

Harry laughed. "I guess that makes sense. Okay, I'll take it. Thank you so much."

"No, Mr. Potter, thank you. I've been in a rough spot without a pastry chef."

Harry started work in a week. Mr. Jacobson wanted Harry to familiarize himself with the equipment at the bakery before he started working so he knew where all of the ingredients, measuring cups/spoons, various pots and pans, etc. were. Mr. Jacobson didn't want Harry to waste precious time on Monday attempting to find everything instead of baking.

The night before his first day, Harry was so jittery, he could barely sleep. He was sorely tempted to ask Severus for a sleep potion, but he knew he'd be denied.

The next morning he dressed in his uniform and had a bagel with light butter for breakfast, not trusting his stomach to be able to keep anything else down. "Got to go. Love you guys."

"Bye, Harry." Sirius bellowed. He himself was getting ready for his shift at the bar.

"Bye, Harry. Have a good first day." Remus murmured, heavily involved in the novel he had begun writing

Severus grunted, too caught up in his potions book for actual words.

Harry took the tube and before entering the bakery, he took a deep breath to calm his jittery nerves, before opening the door and walking in.

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Although Harry had been unsure of his decision to become a pastry chef his first job made him believe he made the right decision.

Harry sometimes had to learn new techniques he did not learn in school, but Mr. Jacobson was patient and very easy going, giving him the needed time to master them. Mr. Jacobson's son, Cory came to help out at the bakery and the two of them hit it off. Harry was sure the Cory would make a great boss one day.

At first Harry thought he would be restless, since he had become used to the adventure and danger at Hogwarts. The fact that the biggest thing he had to worry about was creating a new dessert helped to settle him even further in his new lifestyle.

All of the customers loved Harry at the bakery; his smile was able to brighten their moods. Although Harry knew that working at a bakery wasn't an illustrious career goal, he loved working there and creating new desserts especially since he didn't have to worry about money.

Harry knew he had made the right decision and he knew that Severus, Remus and Sirius felt the same. For once, everything was going the way it should