"Wait…" Harry paused, the words Luna just said not completely registering in his brain. He slowly put down his glass of firewisky with robotic movements and turn towards the woman at his side. "What?" He asked with a flat tone.

"Oh, Harry," Luna giggled softly, the sound coming out as soft chimes, pleasing to the ears and carrying a distinct airy like quality that Harry had come to associate with the woman over the long years of being by her side, "Did the Nargle invade your brain again?" She asked, before continuing, "You should really do something about that."

Harry just blinked at the blonde before turning back to his drink, choosing to ignore the comment. He lifted the glass in front of him, tilting it as he thought about Luna's words. Luna, he knew, was a bit disconnected from the mortal world, but… to suggest he become a teacher? To muggle teenagers? He scoffed at the thought, trying to imagine himself as a professor in front of the chalk board like the one he had seen in his younger years. For some odd reason he really couldn't see himself wearing a white button down shirt with khaki pants and dress shoes.

The ice in his glass clinked as it rolled around the bottom of his cup as he swirled it in thought. Then again, he supposed, lips tilting in a self-deprecating way, he hadn't seen himself as a domineering sort in the bedroom either and look at him now…. "What subject do you think I should teach?" he asked her after a while. He wasn't agreeing to this insane idea of hers. Really, he wasn't. He was just curious as to how this idea is playing out in Luna's head.

"Math," she instantly responded, lifting her own drink, some sort of fruity juice that came in a fancy V like wine glass (Martini Glass), to her lips.

Harry stopped twirling his cup and looked at her. "Really?" Math sounded boring to him. Not to mention, his own math skills sucked since he never did end up going to muggle high school.

Luna nodded, completely serious in her suggestion. "Yes, math."

Harry stared at the woman like she was an alien from space that decided to vacation on Earth for the first time. After a moment of searching for any hint of her true intentions and finding none, Harry snorted turning back to his drink. "I'd really rather not," he said as he knocked back the rest of his drink.

Luna tilted her head, confused. "Why ever not?" She asked, setting her glass soundlessly on the table in a motion that hinted to her pureblood upbringing despite her odd behaviors in her personality.

"It sounds boring and complicated."

"Never known you to turn down a challenge," she teased, reaching out to grab the cherry stem from her empty glass.

"That," Harry pointed a finger at the blonde, "is the challenge I would turn down." Not to mention he really didn't want to go from being a cop to a teacher. Nothing against teachers. He just really couldn't see himself being one.

"Then," Luna started, only to pause to suck the cherry from the stem pinched between her fingers, "What about being a student?" she asked half jokingly as she bit down on the cherry.

"No." He didn't even need to think about it. "How would that even work?" he asked in curiosity afterwards. Harry was pretty sure he was way passed the age limit of a high school student.

Luna shrugged, glancing at the time on her wrist watch. "You'd be amazed what potions can do these days." Then, Luna was gathering her purse and jacked from the chair next to her. "Anyway," she started as she started to put on her jacket, juggling her purse between her hands as she did so, "I got a prier appointment I cannot miss. I'll see you later."

Harry waved the woman away.

Harry stared dejectedly at the small binder full of information on the things he need to learn before the year was out. He groaned already questioning himself. Who knew going to school for business in the muggle world would be so complex. What was 'Environmental Science' and why did he need to take the class before getting a degree? Just going off the name it was obviously had something to do with the environment, but how is it different then normal Science?

With a deep sigh that released the soul, Harry made his way to the parking lot, navigating the pathways through the school the goblins highly recommended. If he had known he would need a degree to officially run the investments left to him in the Wizarding World, he would have skipped going to Hogwarts and just stayed in the muggle world.

At age 25, a little under the year Jasper ran away from him, Harry Potter was forced into a degree program. With little interest in anything particular, he chose to go into business, where he spent most of his free time cursing his fate.

"You know," Luna started, looking down at the sturdy degree in his hands, "You know this can officially count as getting a teachers degree."

Harry gave the woman a dirty look as Hermione pulled the degree from his hands so she could place it into the frame she had bought for the occasion. "What is up with you and insisting on me being a teacher?" he asked the woman.

Placing the back into the frame, Hermione flipped over the freshly framed Business Degree. "Well, for what it's worth, I'm proud of you, Harry." She propped the frame up onto the table, taking in the dark ink and signature from the Dean.

Luna leaned over Hermione's shoulder to get a good look at the Bachelor degree. Harry James Potter clearly printed right in the center of the degree.

Harry gave the two women a twisted look. "Why are you guys staring at it like you're looking at an alien?"

Hermione looked up at him through her lashes. "Because we are looking at an alien," she said with a scoff. "I'm just surprised you could even do it."

"Ah," Harry reached up, grabbing his shirt right above his heart, " The audacity of some people." Reaching up with his free hand, he placed the back of his palm to his forehead, mimicking a fainting lady from one of the old Victorian dramas. "To think, even my best friend doubts me."

Both Luna and Hermione just laughed at him.

A year after getting his degree, Harry, dressed in a muggle 3 piece suit, stood in front of the floor to ceiling windows in one of his offices in Italy. Officially, he was here to expand his business empire. Unofficially, though, Harry was sent to look into the biggest muggle vampire coven known to the magical world: the Volture.

A few months ago, word got out about how a muggle vampire had exposed himself like a glittering disco ball to a crowd of people. Unfortunately for that vampire, there was a small group of magicals within the crowd, out for some summer vacation sightseeing, that captured his spectacle on film. Luckily, the group of magicals were smart enough not to post the video on any forms online. However, they did turn it in to the Auroras under the concern citizen complaint holiness.

Harry, being one of the few with both the cardinals and ability to over see the case, was sent out. It took him a few months to get from Britain to Italy simply because the Wizarding portion of the world were idiots when it came to muggle society. The hurdles he had to go through just to get a decent cover story was insane. Then, when factoring in the time for tithe muggle governments to get on the same page about Harry's passport and work visa …. Needless to say, the months he spent just trying to get near the scene was one of the most difficult thing he had ever done in his life.

A knock on the office door pulled Harry's attention from the crowd below. "Come in," he called as he turned and made his way to his office chair. He had just sat down and was in the middle of straightening the alignment of his chair and the desk when the door opened. Harry waved to the chair in front of his desk, inviting the person to sit.

A woman with long red hair, wearing a pin stripped skirt down to her bear knees and a white v-necked blouse that showed a modest amount of her cleavage walked over. She patted down the back of her skirt, more out of habit then need, straightening the cloth as she sat in the chair. When she was satisfied her skirt wasn't going to ride up and flash her boss, she pulled the tablet from her chest, where she had clutched it while adjusting her clothes, and awoke it from its sleep with a press of the side button.

"Ah," Harry started, after waiting patiently for the woman to finish her adjustments, "Jennifer. Just the woman I wanted to see." Harry smiled a charming smile at the woman, taking secret glee in the small blush that stained the woman's cheeks. Hermione had once said Harry cleaned up nicely when he put effort into his appearance. These days, Harry found it paid to look neat and tidy when it came to business. People took you seriously, despite your apparent age, if it looked like you took the time to look the part. "How is the investigation going?"

Jennifer was part of the Italy Aurora fraction assigned to his case. She was supposed to be his eyes and ears on the ground, seeing as she was a local and knew the local language. For this case, she was playing the part of his assistant and guide in the business world as a way to get contact with him without bringing too much suspension on them. The woman, Harry had to admit, was a great undercover operative. The classy business scene was a hard group to infiltrate and adjust to. Even Harry sometimes felt out of his element when surrounded by big shots from all over, and he actually had the status and power to be in the same room as them. He could only imagine how Jennifer was able to hold her own after he helped get her foot in the door.

Jennifer took a moment to tap on the tablets screen with her fancy pen before giving him an answer. "Sir," she started, using the pen to quickly scroll through what ever she was looking at, then looking up at him, "The party sent to look into the issue hasn't yet returned." She paused, keeping her face neutral despite the ominous sounding words she had just said. "However," she began again as the tablet dinged an alert, and Harry can make out the faint traces of a smile on her lips, "it looks like they were able to send word that they may have a fix for the problem by tonight."

Harry nodded as he thought over her words, mentally translating the words in his head. Looks like the team sent to inquire about the disco ball incident ran into some minor problems. Harry leaned back in his chair staring up at the ceiling as he thought over what he was told. Luckily, though, he thought, drumming his fingers on the edge of the desk, they were able to send word that they were safe just in time. Harry looked across the desk at Jennifer, "How long?" he asked. How much longer will they have to wait for word?

"A few days," she responded immediately, probably working off prior experience from the field.

Harry nodded thoughtfully. "When is my next appointment?" He was talking about the real business now. Might as well do some real work and make his cover story genuine.

Jennifer checked the time, then the tablet. "You have a meeting with the director of the advertising department at 10 am."

With that, Harry went about his business as if he wasn't there for ulterior reasons.

"Let me get this straight," Harry lifted his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose, already feeling the headache coming on, "the culprit of the disco ball incident has already left the country after making a ridiculous deal with this Aro person?" Why did he suddenly feel like he was playing ring-around-the-rosie with this case all of the sudden. It was bad enough it took him so long to get here. Now, he was deep undercover, despite it not really being a cover as he really did own this business, and he had to disengage himself to go undercover in… "Where are they now?" he asked the woman insisting, once again, across from him.

"America," she said.

Harry groaned. All he wanted to do was ask some damn questions and discover what the hell was going on without exposing the magical world more than necessary. Why did everything involving the muggle world have to be so damn complicated. If this was the Wizarding World, Harry would have just popped over, taken the statement, maybe order a memory wipe or two, and go home. Job done. But, no, Harry dragged out the word 'no' in his head in an offended tone, everything has to be so complicated.

Harry reported to the Italy Aurora department about the case. There wasn't much he could do now that the culprit had left the country. The worst part was the culprit left not only in the muggle way, by airplane, but with a muggle female according to muggle surveillance cameras. It seemed the more he dug into this case, the more he wish he hadn't been assigned the case at all.

"Stupid Aurora department shortages," he mumbled, complaining to no one in particular, as he stomped down the hallway to the exit. He swatted at a paper airplane memo that flew too close to his face. "Stupid magical government offices and their stupid annoying flying papers," he continued to grumble, annoyed. He wanted to go home now that the lead had gone dry.

Jennifer, sweet ol' Jenny, just patted her boss on the shoulder, her pretty face showing amusement.

A few days later, Harry's new assignment had come in. After flipping through the pages and looking at the- not exactly new, as the identity was the same- passports and job application, Harry couldn't help but scowl. He refused to believe that this was the only cover they could get him on short notice.

The only thing he could say after he closed the file was: "God damn it, Luna." Because somehow, he knew this new position was Luna's fault. She kept mentioning it so much, she actually willed it into fruitation.

I worked really hard to find a way to get the two back together. I really racked my brain over this. I at first was going to go in a different direction. Wrote most of the chapter, then I scrapped it. I actually have no idea where the original chapter 2 is now. Pretty sure it started with Harry having a mental breakdown and I would have used that part at least if I could find it. Instead, you get 5 and a half pages of bs. Lol

Sending lots of love,

~Loner