"Harry, are you sure?"

"Yes, Ben, I'm very sure."

"We could have gone somewhere else. A place where not many will notice you."

"Are you saying Burger King isn't one of those places?"

"No! It's just—"

Ben sighed exaggeratedly and pushed his glasses up. His honey brown eyes narrowed at the slim figure, who was happily munching on some fries. The tall brunette sat in front of his co-worker, business suit tailored and haired tied up professionally. He
would have looked like a true politician, with the folder and laptop displayed on the table in front of his, if it weren't for his childish companion.

Ben Cross was an attractive man in his thirties. He was tall and thanks to his athletic build, could make many people bend to his will with a little round of intimidation. His long brown hair was styled to brush just past his shoulders when tied up. A
pair of glasses protected the warm, cozy, honey colored eyes that Harry favored so much.

Ben tilted his head at the ten-year-old clad in large sunglasses and a cap adorning his head. He wore a large white T-Shirt that went past his hips and black skinny jeans that practically hugged his slim legs protectively. He finished his outfit with
a pair of black sneakers and a comfortable jacket that was too large for him. His long and graceful fingers just peeking out from the end because of the length and size.

His hair was brushed back, leaving only his bangs to cover the left side of his face. Sparkling on his right ear was a long, silver chain, engraved to look like an emerald snake. The snake's fangs were made of sharp, diamond crystals, crafted into a magnificent
peace.

How the child thought he wasn't getting attention was a mystery to Ben. People were literally drooling over the kid, whose height matched a small teenager's. He looked very much like a useful source of eye candy. Even the wrinkly manager was leering at
the wizard.

"Why did you choose to come here anyway? Weren't we going to meet at a place a little more private?" asked Ben warily, glaring at a couple of viewers who were too close to the pair for his liking.

"Because there are burgers here! And the fries are to die for," moaned Harry, munching a piece to demonstrate his statement.

Someone sighed dreamily. Ben's eyebrow twitched. "And why couldn't we have bagged the food and go back to the agency?"

Harry raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow behind his pitch black sunglasses. "The paparazzi?" Harry deadpanned.

"Is not there! Please, could we just head somewhere else? I don't like the looks you are getting," Ben snapped protectively. He eyed a girl that was clearly in La La Land.

"No. There's nothing wrong with sitting here," finished Harry in a stern voice. To others, it was a smooth, husky voice speaking, but to Ben, it was a child doing a better job being official.

Ben sighed in defeat. A moment later, he straightened to get a good look at his computer screen. "Alright, now that that's over with, let's go over your schedule for the next month. Your Hogwarts letter isn't coming anytime soon, so we have a couple of
weeks to continue your shots and projects."

Harry nodded. "Have you already closed the offers for movies and out of country shows?"

"Correct. Those were rejected at the beginning of the month," Ben smiled. "Though, there will be one show a couple of counties over. But by the time you reach back to Private Drive, you'll have two weeks of meet and greets and photo shoots."

"How many meet and greets?"

Ben chuckled. Trust Harry to worry about interacting with others over work. "At least five. The fifth one is still in the planning stage, so expect it to be canceled. We still have a month before those though. As for photo shoots," Ben paused, clicking
his track pad a couple of times. "Looks like there will be three. Two minor, last one a colleague."

"Colleague?" Harry raised a brow in confusion.

"Other stars will be participating as well. All A-List, all older than you. This one is just for show. You'll be trying on some new products and there will be reporters hoping for interviews."

"Sounds easy enough. Anyone new working with me?"

"No, sorry. I know you hate that," Ben frowned apologetically. He knew that Harry liked being a model just because he wanted others to be encouraged to spread their name out there, but he didn't like meeting with the idols everyone knows. Meeting with
newer recruits was a chance for Harry to help those looking for a bright future. So far, he hasn't got many of those chances. There's always a person out there wanting to meet the new British idol, in hopes of getting Harry Potter to recognize them.

Harry waved the apology dismissively. "You can't control what the Director wants me to do. I'll personally talk to him myself later."

Ben smirked. Director Daniel Franchise MdDaliète was a hard man. Working with him professionally is like telling a pig to stop oinking. He does what he wants without question. Those that do question the millionaire usually find themselves broke or their
reputation is ruined by secrets Daniel dug up on. The man knew how to play his cards.

But so does Harry. The British star has him wrapped around his elegant finger. Just some smooth talking and innocent looks directed towards the CEO, and Harry's got the elder kneeling before him.

"I feel like you do not need a manager in the first place. Just negotiating with Director Daniel gets you everything you need to boost your popularity," Ben teased, flicking a tear away dramatically. The retired actor still had his skills. It'd be embarrassing
if he did not.

Harry smirked, amused. "There's much I could do without you, Ben," he sniffed with his chin up.

"Of that, I have no doubt."

The two laughed freely afterward.

Ben eyed Harry, who was in deep thought.

"What are you planning now?" he asked, always suspicious of Harry when he wasn't up to something.

Harry smirked. "Nothing harmful, I'll tell you that. But it is quite extreme for a normal child."

Ben scoffed. "I wouldn't label you a child, more of an adult in a child's body. Sometimes the child just has to shine through, doesn't it?"

The model nodded with a grin that dazzled their viewers.

"Now, tell me what you're planning," Ben demanded, unafraid of what Harry would usually do if anyone would have demanded from him. Perks of working with Harry and being the manager. You have some form of power over the enthusiastic prodigy, even
if Harry holds a majority. After all, anyone who works for or under Harry knows he's difficult to please when you want his attention. Ben doesn't want any compliments or pats on the head; he just wants to make sure Harry doesn't have another problem
than those horrible muggle relatives of his. God, those people were worst than the president, and no one can doubt the over-so spoiled and arrogant director.

"Just what to do with my career after Hogwarts. The letter will come and I'd have to start a new generation of production if I want to continue in the wizardry world. Leaving is out of the question since the director won't even bat an eye at the request
for absent. That gives me a few choices, all I want nothing to do with."

Ben blinked. He frowned as he focused on what Harry was troubled with. "Yes, I can see what the problem is. The mundane world is quite smitten with you already and that's not going to die down anytime soon. We'd have a world wide problem with the crowd
if your fans raise an uproar of any kind."

"I can already picture the Dursley's complaints about the paparazzi ruining their privacy outside the house."

Ben snickered. "Why do you even live with them anymore? You're emancipated; have been since you were five."

Harry smirked with a predatory glint in his eyes. "I simply long to see their suffering."

Ben shivered with Harry's expression. It amazed him to see how different Harry could switch, no matter the situation. During an interrogation, during a recording, and so much more. Harry changes through out the need, especially when a hater is scrutinizing
him and Ben.

Mentally shaking off the dark look Harry possessed, he nodded along, fully agreeing on his perspective's of the Durlseys. "They are horrible people, I'd give you that. If everyone knew of the facade they put up, anyone would be disgusted of them."

"Isn't everyone quite fed up with them? Their mutt of a son did our job we planned to do for a long time," mocked Harry.

"I suppose you are correct. But I wouldn't call him a mutt. His mother is a horse and his father is a hippo, so he'd come out much worse," reasoned Ben, a serious mask on his face.

"Right you are, dear manager," said Harry, cracking a grin.

"Now, back to the topic at hand. I think that it's best if you take a break. It's already been five years, coming on to six, of a successful career. With that out of the question, you'll be able to concentrate on your studies; I expect those grades to
be nothing but top marks, understand?"

Harry mentally sighed. At times, he could deal with Ben thinking Harry was just a ten-year-old, but at other times, he just wanted to punch Ben in the face. It's alright. It's not his fault he has no knowledge of my specialties, his consonance
mind reasoned.

Harry blanked his face into one of nobility and determination, a mask not even Ben (who he labels as a great mask reader) could read through. "Consider those expectations to be dominated by higher ones."

"Confident lad, aren't you?" Ben teased, not all surprised. Harry has always been at the top of his class in every subject he could get his hands through. If anything were to not cross his mind, Harry would pick it up and examine it at all sides until
he could resort the information at the back of his hand, no need to refresh his memory. Those times were exceptionally rare because the prodigy is literally a prodigy. If there was one thing Harry couldn't understand, it's relationships and sexual
contact from others.

The boy was as dense as a doorknob when others try to talk him into something of romance. It never registered in that high-leveled brain.

Ben snapped his attention back to Harry when he spoke. "Do you think it's best for me to take a break?" Ben nodded.

"Because you're the Boy-Who-Lived, the problem consisting of fame will be no problem, but your muggle standing might cause a stir for the muggleborn."

Harry frowned thoughtfully. "Yes, you're right. I wouldn't want more fame added to the worship Hogwarts will be sure to provide," he grumbled.

Ben chuckled. With a dramatic sigh, Ben slouched in his seat. "Why is it that you get all the attention and I don't receive credit for monitoring you? It's a hard job, I tell you. I should get a raise," he mourned.

Harry raised a brow, a quirk of his lips showing his laughter. "Right; get a raise for mothering Harry James Potter, other wise known as Harry JP to the muggle world. We should crown you the boss of JPs industry."

Ben nodded, satisfied. "Good. Make sure to include my very own office. The old one I share with the director is bothersome, especially the nagging questions he keeps asking."

"He's only being a devoted fan, Ben. Is that so wrong?"

"It's wrong when he ask what time do you take a shower and what meals do you prefer. I swear, he must be preparing for a nice shag."

Harry laughed, the melody beautiful and husky for someone of his age. "Ben, I pity you. Being put up with the boss and me are not easy everyday jobs. I praise you," he nodded graciously.

Ben's eyebrow twitched. "Yes, thank you, oh so much. I'll remember this day for the rest of my life," he accepted the praise in a dull voice.

Harry grinned brightly. "Wonderful!"

"Did the hamburgers mess up your brain? I think it's more daring than usual."

"No, the hamburgers did nothing but satisfy my stomach. Now, business." Harry picked up a piece of paper from his left and raised it so Ben could get a clear read of it. "What's the story behind this invitation to the Boule De Romarin Ball in France?
What, are we playing princess?"

Ben shook his head with an amused smile. "No, it's a gala for the rich and wealthy of England. To put it bluntly, it's a huge party consisting of famous politicians and rich people," he summarized, pushing his glasses up while reading the information
on his screen.

"If it's a politician party, why am I invited?" asked Harry, an elegant eyebrow raised.

"As I said, they are famous people, and you might not have realized it, but you've done some politician improvements in the form of an idol," Ben explained. "For example, when you announced a Child Care production, investments went crazy for the economy,
and boosted up the involvement for children. Since then, the government has built respect for you."

Harry tilted his head. Now that he thought about it, there were some professional looking men who interviewed him and asked some unusual question when he was finished with Child's Care meet and greet. "So those weren't interviewers after all, huh?" he
murmured.

Ben frowned. "Yes, those weren't. I thought you knew that. None of them were interviewers or reporters. You asked the staff to answer questions regarding the crowd, not including you."

"I thought some reporters broke free and came to me. They did take notes and had microphones, and at the time, I was too tired to make the difference. If those politician chose to do good with those notes, than I am all ears."

Harry shrugged, thus putting an end to that topic. "Will I have to attend?"

"Actually, I was thinking that it would be a good idea to take the invitation as the announcement of your break. The gala is a week before you leave to Hogwarts; enough time for you to prepare for the announcement." Ben straightened. "Of course, if you're
planning to keep stay in the industry, then we wouldn't be planning this at all."

"No, I'll be holding off on my career. Hogwarts is sure to be filled with things that I will be busy for. But that's for later." Harry sipped on his coke. "Now, the gala. I think it's a great idea to announce the beak for my career."

"Do you want to plan that for yourself, or would you like for me to set up something of your comfort?"

Harry waved off the account. "I'll handle it myself. No need to prepare anything, so you're not so busy with that. I actually just think announcing it during the party will be enough."

Ben agreed. "I could see why you want it out of the way. Shouldn't make such big deal of it." He suddenly stopped.

Harry studied Ben's wide-eyed expression. "What's the matter?"

Ben cleared his throat, regaining his composure. "This politician party will consist of some royal families. Well, in royal standards for Britain."

Harry stayed silent. "There will be wizards there?"

Ben sucked on his lip. "Specifically, pureblood families of the Noble and Most Ancient. There are those of the Noble and Ancient, and it seems some members of the Ministry of Magic," he concluded with deadly silence afterwards.

The wizardry world was always a bright side for Harry, but the people in it were a burden. So far, Harry has tried to avoid meeting anything regarding residents of magical Britain. If he were to meet up with any, they'd surely question how he was so sufficient
with the politician party. It wasn't normal for a child to be grown in the muggle world and know the system regarding pureblood house holds. It was where Harry's career came into the picture. He needed to make a picture of a highly intelligent prodigy
child, with the traits of a diligent pureblood. If they ask, Harry would point out how he has to deal with the public and looks because of his career on a daily basis.

It might not work for long, but it will be enough for Harry to play his part as a Hogwarts student.

It looks like I have to make an earlier appearance than planned, Harry determined.

Ben awed at the professional aura Harry was surrounded in. He knew the child prodigy had secrets that not even Ben could disintegrate, but it was startling how advanced Harry's mind worked. Of the little times Harry allowed him to see beyond what others
see of the idol's facade, Ben was confused instantly beyond knowledge. It was so confusing, so unsought of and unplanned that Ben had to desperately cling to his mind to keep the migraine at minimum.

"The gala is the most important project, Ben. Send them a message of our attendance," Harry quietly commanded, no doubt still viewing the gala in all perspective. He then smirked. Is was so chilling, so seductive, so mesmerizing, that Ben violently shivered.

Harry ignored it and continued. "It's getting so interesting. Hogwarts will be so fun," his silky smooth voice purred, lost in his own universe.

The viewers who were still gawking at Harry practically bowed with drool surrounding them.

Harry Potter was always amazing, but this was the next level.