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Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling. Nor am I Starkid. I also don't own any of the songs. I own anything you do not recognize.
Maggie Frace sighed, taking a seat in her rather expensive leather chair in her Chicago apartment. It was summer, so shorts and a tank were acceptable to wear around the place. Her white and pink TOMS sat by the door, where all of the newspapers she'd missed over the last two months. Touring was rather hard for her - it was the reason that she could never have an animal. Well, the animal she wanted.
Being an international pop star was quite taxing at times.
You heard correct: Maggie Frace was Autumn Summers, lead singer of the band Preview Premiere. Yes, the group was more alternative, but they played on all of the pop stations, for some reason. Having a music education degree from Arizona State University helped out in the industry, surprisingly enough. But that wasn't important right now.
Maggie had just picked up her tea from the end table next to her when a knock sounded from her door. Groaning, the twenty-three-year-old placed her mug down and stood up. Probably another fan who found her address. She loved her fans, but they could be obnoxious from time to time. Peeking through the peep-hole, she found that this was not the case. She opened the door.
A young man with raven black hair and hazel eyes that hid behind wireframes was standing before her. He wore a black, tailored suit that fit him almost too well - it showed off all of his assets. He smirked down at her, a brow quirked. Swallowing, Maggie blushed, looking down. Which she rarely did anymore.
"Miss Frace?" The man asked. She looked up at him in shock. He was British. British people rarely visited her. He also knew her real name, which surprised her and terrified her at the same time.
"Yes?" The smirk transformed into a smile. He stuck his right hand out.
"James Potter," he said. She took James's hand to shake. Instead, he lifted it to his lips, kissing the back of her hand. Player, she thought immediately. Seeing that she was not impressed, he righted himself, still smiling. "I have some important business to discuss with you. May I come in?" Maggie stepped to the side cautiously, making sure that he was in front of her at all times. He seemed to sense her apprehension, because he turned around, taking off his jacket to reveal a white button down shirt. "This is a nice place you have here, Miss Frace."
"Maggie," she blurted out. He cocked his head to the side, confused. She walked over to him, smiling tightly. "I haven't been 'Miss Frace' for quite some time. I assume you don't like being called 'Mr. Potter,' correct?" He smiled down at me again.
"You assume correctly... Maggie," he said. "May I sit?" He asked, gesturing toward the leather chair. She nodded, although she had wanted to sit there. "'Mr. Potter' is my father's name." She sat down on her couch, facing him as much as she possibly could.
"Wouldn't it be funny if his first name was Harry," she remarked. James flinched but quickly recovered.
"Maggie, I am here to discuss a couple of items with you." He reached into his jacket pocket to retrieve a letter. "First, I have a position for you. It's a teaching position at a very prestigious school in the middle of Scotland."
"Sounds interesting. And a lot like Hogwarts," Maggie said, the latter of which more sarcastic. James looked down before continuing.
"Which brings me to my second and third items of business." He looked back up at her. "It is at Hogwarts." She just stared at him in shock, before laughing.
"Good one," she said. "But seriously, though. What is the name of the school?" James sighed before continuing.
"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," he said. "It's real."
"Prove it." It slipped out of her mouth before she could really think about what she was saying. He blinked before reaching into his other jacket pocket, producing a wand.
"What kind of pet have you always wanted?" He asked. Maggie just stared at the wooden stick in his hand. He waved his hand in front of her face, prompting her.
"A pit bull," she said. He smiled before pointing his wand at one of the pillows on the couch. One moment, it was a white pillow; the next, it was a pit bull puppy. Squealing, Maggie picked up the pup, laying it in her lap. "You're a wizard!" She froze, looking back at him. "Are you Harry Potter's son?"
"Bugger," he muttered, sitting back in the recliner. He ran a hand over his face. "Yes, I am Harry Potter's son. Yes, he's head of the Auror department. Yes, I am an Auror. No, I do not get special treatment."
"I wasn't going to ask you any of that," she said defiantly. James rolled his eyes. "So why does Hogwarts want me?"
"There are two main reasons that Hogwarts wants you: they need to fill a teaching position, and for your protection." He readjusted his sitting position so that his elbows rested on his knees. "There is a new Dark Lord - Lord Mortuus."
"Lord Death?" Maggie asked, incredulous. "At least Voldemort had a somewhat original name." James chuckled.
"Anyways, he actually has a huge penchant against you," he explained. "He wants to kill you."
"What?" She shrieked. The puppy started squirming, so she put it on the ground. Looking back at James, she felt fear for the first time in a long time. "Why?"
"Well," he started. "You are an international star. You actually have a huge following in the Wizarding World. But we have no idea why he is targetting you. Flitwick has asked for you to come to Hogwarts for your safety." Maggie sat there for a moment, thinking.
"I assume that I am teaching Muggle Studies," she said. James chuckled.
"Again, you assume correctly. At least, that will be part of your job. You will also teach music. Here." He handed finally handed her the letter in his hand. "This is a better explanation." She took the letter tentatively before opening it.
Dear Miss Frace,
My name is Filius Flitwick. Yes, I am the former Charms professor in the Harry Potter novels. It is with great pleasure and honor that I extend an invitation to you to come to teach at my school. We have recently lost our Muggle Studies professor, and we also have a need for a new music professor, seeing as I am nearly eighty-three years young. It would bring me great honor to have you here as a professor for both. The students will love you.
We know that you are in an internationally acclaimed band. We will allow your group to perform at certain points during the year, but if you accept this position, you will not be able to perform as much as you are used to.
It is because of your stardom that we wish to have you. Lord Mortuus - the new Dark Lord - believes that muggles are the root of all evil, and has been killing them in large, public capacities. He has a hatred towards you in particular, which is shocking to the entire Wizarding World. He has openly said that he will kill Autumn Summers if it is the last thing he does. We would like you to work at Hogwarts for your protection. You will also be assigned a bodyguard - James Potter.
Please let me know if you wish to accept the position. I eagerly await your reply.
Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Maggie set down the letter on the couch next to her, ignoring the puppy now playing with her foot. James stared at her, a bemused look on his handsome features. In her state of shock, she asked the first question that came to mind.
"Can I get you anything to drink?" James smirked at her.
"Got anything strong?" She stood, heading toward her liquor cabinet. She pulled out her lone, nearly full bottle of bourbon and a tumbler. She poured the amber liquid into the glass, filling it about halfway. Just like he used to like it. She returned a moment later, handing him the drink. He took a tentative sip, humming at how good it tasted. "Where did you get this? It tastes like heaven!" She smiled, still reeling.
"I got it in Scotland on a trip." That was all he would get. He just nodded, setting the glass down next to her mug of tea.
"You should try British tea. It's truly marvelous." Maggie nodded again.
"So I've heard."
"Have you thought of an answer?" This brought her back to reality. Her childhood dream was coming true, but not in the way that she thought.
"Of course I have," she finally responds. "I would love to work at Hogwarts. I just don't know how to tell my team that I'm quitting."
"Just say that you need some time," James said. She knew that that would be her answer all along; she just didn't know if she could say it. They would be heartbroken. But Lee would understand. As would Drew and Vic. It was Lola, her manager, that would freak. The band needed a break, anyways. Touring for four years was starting to take a toll on them. The entire group wanted to take a break - they've been talking about it for months.
Nodding in understanding, Maggie stood up and walked into her workroom. It was where she did her best writing - whether it be music, letters, novels, or poems. It was her space. James followed her into the room, which made her feel confined.
"May I have a minute alone, please?" She asked, wrapping her arms around her. He nodded, giving her a weird look. He closed the door as he left. Scurrying around the messy room, she found a pen and paper, scrawling her response. She asked if they could meet at Windsor Castle to speak, being comfortable with that area of the U.K. She emerged from the room, pulling her phone from her back pocket. She shot her team a text, asking to meet them at the bar down the street in about thirty minutes. As she entered the living room, she found James playing with the puppy. The scene made her stop. He looked so at ease in her living room, like he belonged there. The thought startled her. She hadn't thought that way since...
She wouldn't think of him right now. He was just a bad memory of her dark days. Shaking her head, she walked over to the couch, plopping down on it.
"So, you're my bodyguard," she said, sighing. "I have a feeling that you'd be assigned to me whether or not I'd accepted the position."
"You are, again, correct," he said, shooting me a cheeky grin. Rolling her eyes, she continued.
"Do you have a cover or something?" This made him blush. It was odd, seeing someone that she just met blush. He muttered something unintelligible under his breath. It was Maggie's turn to smirk.
"I have to pretend to be your fiancé," he said, not looking at her. She froze again. She had sworn off men for at least another two years. She couldn't handle the thought of being with someone else at the moment.
"It would only be for the public eye, right?" She could handle a fake relationship. She just couldn't handle a real one right now. When James nodded, she exhaled. "Thank God." She paused, thinking about it. "Or should I say, 'Thank Merlin?'" This made him look at Maggie, laughing. She stood up, running a hand through her long, brown hair. "I need to get ready to meet my team. We should leave in about five minutes." Nodding, James stood, picking up the puppy.
Less than five minutes later, Maggie and James arrived at the Pub, as the sign outside said. It was a poor copy of an English pub, which James found hilarious.
"You Americans and always trying to copy us Brits," he said, smiling. They had left the puppy at her apartment, James transfiguring another pillow into a cage and her mug of tea into a bowl of food.
Once they'd spotted the other members in the back, James stopped her.
"We have to convince everyone that we're together. Not Autumn Summers, but you, Maggie," he whispered with an urgent edge to his voice. She glared up at him, setting her jaw.
"If we're supposed to convince everyone, then you should probably put a ring on it." James looked startled before he pointed at the chain around her neck. Her eyes widened. "No. No fucking way. You can't -"
"It's either that, or we don't meet them," he whispered, clearly annoyed. Sighing, she finally ripped off her old engagement ring, placing it on her finger. It still fit perfectly, which irked her. James smiled cockily down at her before placing his hand on her waist, guiding her towards the group. Maggie plastered a fake smile on her face.
"Hey, guys," she said, drawing their attention. They saw the ring on her finger and looked at James. Of course they would notice. "What's up?"
"You tell us," Lola said coolly, glaring at James. She and Vic were the only two who seemed unhappy about the fact that James was there. Lee actually hugged her.
"Congratulations," he cried into her ear. Maggie jumped at the sudden contact but hugged him back in earnest. Lee and Drew were together (happily married) and loved it whenever she had a boyfriend. They would tease her, but they were actually happy to see her happy. Getting engaged... again... must have made them extremely happy.
"What did you want to talk about," Lola asked, seemingly grumpy. Maggie sighed before introducing the group to James. Lola didn't even acknowledge him, which surprisingly upset Maggie.
"I need a break, guys," she finally admitted. Everyone stared at her. "We all do. We've been around each other for so long, I think we just need a break from each other. I don't want to end up hating you guys."
"What?" Lola screamed. All of them jumped back in surprise. "You are not quitting on me! I worked too damn hard to -"
"I'm not quitting, Lola!" Maggie yelled back. "I just don't want us to get to that point. Besides, I have a wedding to plan." She added the last part for extra measure. Lola glared at her.
"So what are you going to do?"
"I'm going to teach at a private school in Scotland," Maggie replied. This stunned Lola into silence. Drew spoke up next.
"We've been trying to adopt a baby, or do the whole surrogate route, but with us on tour, we haven't been able to." He turned to Maggie, a teary smile on his face."Thanks to you, we can now have the family we've always wanted." This made Maggie smile and return the hug to Lee. James smiled at the group.
"Please stay in touch," Maggie said. "You are all invited to the wedding. You know you are." With that, she gave her bandmembers one last hug before walking out of the bar. She spotted a mailbox on the way back to her apartment, dropping off her letter to Flitwick into it. James flashed a flirty smile in the direction of some blonde girls, his hand still on the small of her back. She saw it and smacked him.
"Oi!" He exclaimed, rubbing the back of his head. "What was that for?"
"We're supposed to be a happy couple, remember?" She said through gritted teeth. He had the audacity to look ashamed.
"Sorry, love," he said. The nickname made Maggie flinch. It did not go unnoticed by James.
"You okay, love?" She didn't flinch this time, but looked everywhere but at the man next to her.
"Let's just go home. I need to pack." With that, they went back to her apartment (where they found a torn up couch and pee stains all over the carpet).
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