Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy VII or Harry Potter. I also don't own the songs that I'm hijacking in order for the characters to use either.

Genre(s): Drama, Fantasy, Romance, etc.

Pairing(s): It will develop…

Summary: After being fired from his position as manager for the immensely popular band Wizardly Wheezes after declining the sexual proposition by the son of the Pureblood Record Company's owner. Harrison James Potter is left unemployed, betrayed, and blacklisted from every record label in association with PBR, he almost gives up hope. Enter Rufus Shinra, who gives him a clear cut deal: Jump off of the roof and end it all or work for ShinRa and bring their company to the top of the charts.

A/N: Well if I received any reviews for the first chapter than thank you for that – I wasn't sure how this was going to be received and I'm happy it was received well. As for the almost suicide scene being cliché and unrealistic… )8… (Tear). What did he need to contemplate shooting himself or one step from hanging himself to be realistic? Has there never been a person who jumped off a roof because of how crappy their life was? Well I'm sorry if it's unrealistic. ): Then for the reason I named him Harrison, I just felt like it. Harry is a boring name after all, it's his but why not spruce it up on official documents? But if that's not enough, here's the generic answer to your question: This is Fanfiction (._.).

This chapter continues following our ickle Harrykins as he begins his first day at ShinRa Inc. and meeting his new band to manage…enjoy! 8D

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Chapter 2: You Get Back Up

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Scanning the contract that had been handed to him after taking a seat in the limo his new Boss, Harry couldn't help but still marvel over the fact he has been hired, had ridden to his apartment in. Rufus Shinra has assured him that everything was being put in order, and his new penthouse would be completely ready by the time he signed his name on the dotted line.

Even his pet snowy owl, Hedwig, was already in the apartment. Apparently the ShinRa heir had his avian companion picked up from her vet's home, who also happened to be one of his only remaining friends. Luna Lovegood, a dear old friend from high school, had been looking after her for Harry while he was going through his rough spot.

Making sure that there was nothing suspicious in the contract, like making him their slave or something, as it wouldn't have been the first time that had been attempted by a desperate company. Harrison was honestly surprised at how much he stood to gain from working with ShinRa. It was actually a better deal than the one he had with Pure Blood Records, which for anyone else was an once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Glancing up from the contract, his green eyes instantly connected with amused aqua.

He resisted the urge to knock the ever living daylights out of the Draco Malfoy clone sitting across from him. Clenching his fist he grit his teeth and grumbled to himself, he couldn't believe how much just thinking of that brat made him want to break something. But he forced himself to calm down and stare back down at the paper that was now going to determine his future in the music business.

It wouldn't do for him to ruin this chance by punching his future boss due to his uncanny resemblance to a certain bastard.

"So this isn't a joke?"

Chuckling, Rufus picked up the wine glass that had been handed to him by one of the Turks, and brought it to his lips with the grace only seen in those who grew up with a silver spoon in their mouth. Much to Harry's irritation, even when they hit a bump in the road, not a drop of the red wine had spilled onto his white suit.

As if reading his mind, the blond looked at him over the rim of his glass before smirking as he handed his glass over to his companion to have it refilled.

"I assure you Mr. Potter, this is no joke…we at ShinRa are very much aware of exactly how valuable your talent for turning bands into top-rate groups is. Talent is something that is highly revered and demanded for in our company."

Taking the refilled glass of wine, he brought the wine towards his nose to sniff while continuing to keep eye contact with the attentive male across from him.

"People with irreplaceable talent are who we want to keep, and you possess talent in spades. That makes having you with us being a top priority. As you can see by the number on the check, we try to make sure they are happy in order to keep them from wanting to leave, and just so you know…that is only the starting check."

Rufus continued to sip his wine nonchalantly while ignoring the sputtering young man who was now guaranteed to become ShinRa's new Band Manager and Song Writer.

Harrison sighed before shifting through the contract to look for some kind of catch, because the deal was just too good to be true.

There were more zeroes on this check than he made in PBR in a month!

Even with all the hit singles he had created in a sense!

But thinking once more on it, Harry knew that he had no other choice but to accept.

Yes, the money was good, but he only really wanted to do the one thing that he loved.

Create music.

Unfortunately, with him basically being barred from joining any agency that was scared of catching the wrong kind of attention from PBR….

'The only option left is ShinRa, who has always been PBR's equal in size and power despite them rarely getting anything higher than 2 or 3 on the charts…'

Patting his pants pocket absentmindedly for a moment in search of his pen, he blinked in surprise as a silver pen was handed to him by the caramel-skinned guard that had been sitting next to him for the entire duration of the ride.

Thanking the man, Harrison took it and bit his lip as he began to sign his name in the perfect loopy cursive that his teacher had forced him to learn in order to replace the chicken scratch that he used to call writing. With that signature, it was like he was signed off his soul to the Devil. But he acknowledged that it was also a Devil, who was giving him a chance to take vengeance on the people who had wronged him by using the very talent that they once seemed to value against them.

As if by magic, the contract disappeared from his hand and placed in Rufus briefcase before he could blink. Jolting as the limo came to a sudden stop in front of a building, his new boss smiled charmingly as the door was opened for them by what appeared to be the driver.

"Welcome to ShinRa Inc., Harrison James Potter."

Three days had passed since then, and the green-eyed male stared at the room that would belong to him and the first band that he would be managing as a test run.

Looking upon the top-class recording systems that he would be using, Harry couldn't help but wonder if he had in fact fallen off that ledge and landed in his own personal form of Heaven. Though he still held a slight flush from the mortification he felt at someone, his new boss at that! Having seen him in such an embarrassing and unacceptable state. In order to make up for it, he planned on being nothing but efficient in order to erase the terrible first impression he had made on his new employer.

Running a hand through his messy hair, he gathered the folder that he had been able to slap together a few hours after getting himself settled into his apartment. The blond had thrown him a CD that held a compilation of songs that the band he was managing had done, and he had only been left one command.

"Make them great."

"So I heard that Ruffie has gotten us a new song writer!"

Dropping his hand from his head at the sudden sound, Harry's face was schooled into an impassive mask as he could hear the sound of five sets of footsteps. Tightening his grip on the folder in his other hand, he closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. His moment of truth was coming, and he would be one step closer to his goal. While he was little out of practice starting with new bands, as he had been the manager solely to Wizardly Wheezes for a long while. The green-eyed man knew that once the ice was broken that he would be back into his element.

'But first, let's see the men that will be under my guidance starting this day on…'

The sound of the door to the studio opening snapped Harrison out of his daze, and it was only his pure strength of will that kept him from turning around and looking at the band that he would be managing.

"Well it's about time…that last one had been nothing but a joke, didn't even have any songs to show the many levels of my Goddess-given gift."

Running a hand through his hair in his usual uncomfortable fashion, the green-eyed man sighed.

It seemed that the report on that one was correct anyway.

"Shinra had seemed confident about this choice."

A snort followed that, "Hopefully this confidence is well placed Angeal, because like Genesis said, that last one disgraced us by continually having us end up in the bottom of the charts."

Laughter shattered the bit of silence that was left in the room, as the loud voice from before had spoken up again.

"I'm sure that he will be awesome!"

Harrison could hear the shuffling of clothes and the voice was heard once again, "Right Cloudy?"

Whoever he was talking to hadn't answered, and Harry felt that he was going to like whoever it was that was being quiet and not adding to the slight pounding that was starting to form in his temples. Shaking his head, he decided that it was time he got things started.

There were a lot of things that would need to be done after all, and later on things were going to be hectic. Especially once he officially announced his employment with ShinRa on the news after this band released their assured #1 hit. Bringing his fist up to his mouth, he cleared his throat.

All sounds in the room ceased and he turned around to stare at the shocked looks he was getting, especially from the blond whose neck the spiky-haired young man was hanging off of, despite the aforementioned being shorter than him.

"Taking from your conversation, it should be obvious as to who I am…Rufus Shinra himself has hired me in order to be your new manager and song writer."

Green eyes grew as hard as mythril as he locked his gaze on the group of five in front of him.

"My name is Harrison James Potter…though I would like to be referred to as Harry despite what my parents had put on my birth certificate."

A smirk then slithered on his face at the recognition he could see in a few of their eyes and faces.

Good it meant that they knew he was serious business.

"I am now the newest employee of ShinRa as well as the new manager of JENOVA. You."

If there was ever a person Cloud Strife had admired in the large business world of music, it would be Harrison James Potter. A musical prodigy since the age of 9, who has brought more bands to greatness with his talents than any other since Lily Rose Evans-Potter did with the Marauders.

With her coincidentally being the prodigy's very own mother.

He was the reason why Cloud had decided to step into the music world in the first place.

To work under Harrison as a professional artist has always been a dream of his, and he was sure that it was the same for many other fans of his work. But after he was taken in by ShinRa and Harrison had become a part of Pure Blood Records.

It had become just that, a dream.

Now here standing before him, announcing that he was their new manager and song writer, was Harrison Potter himself!

It took all the self-control Cloud had to not faint right at that moment…or squeal like a rabid fan boy and demand an autograph from the man.

"I'm sure that you are just brimming with questions to ask me, but I am here today in order to gauge your abilities."

At this Genesis Rhapsodos, the self-proclaimed lead singer of the group, which was noted in his notes from Rufus, snorted and crossed his arms. Sneering, the red-head flipped his feathered hair back with a hand and raised an eyebrow as he eyed the slender male incredulously.

"Who are you to think you can judge the quality of our voices? Obviously, you have come unprepared to work with us which means that you're another incompetent fool that Shinra is saddling us with!"

Cloud gaped in horror at the comment, and looked back over to his idol whose eyebrow twitched while only the slight downward tilt at the corner of his mouth hinted to how he felt at Genesis's rudeness. Harrison narrowed his vibrant green eyes on the red-haired member of Jenova and returned his own more vicious glare, shocking the other ignorant members of Jenova as he looked down his nose at them.

"Obviously that's the pot calling the kettle black. I've listened to your CDs and had done a study of your talents based on that in the short amount of time I was provided with, now I need to hear you without the extra editing and music in order to determine what exactly had sounded off."

Standing tall, he crossed his arms and his sneer deepened as he trailed his gaze along the line of them.

"So is anyone going to step forward and satisfy this small request of mine so we can get on to the more productive activities I have planned?"

Gulping as he felt his heart accelerate, Cloud tried to calm down and volunteer when Zack's voice broke through the silence.

"Well I guess I could go ahead and go first! I don't know why you want us to do it, but since Ruffie hired you then you obviously know what you're doing."

Cloud didn't know whether he felt thankful for Zack's quick interference or bash his head in for taking his opportunity to make a good impression on his Idol. But of course when the idiot turned to grin at him brightly, the golden blond only sighed and let it go. No one could ever really stay mad at Zack for long for anything.

Green eyes softened a bit and the tilt at the corner of his mouth tilted upwards. Uncrossing his arms, he moved back a bit and gestures to the place that he wanted Zack to stand. Once the smiling male was there, Harry moved over towards the rolling chair and picked up a sheet of paper.

"This here is the lyrics to a song that I had been working on that I feel will fit your voice, as I have for the rest of you in order to do this exercise."

Handing the paper over to Zack with a wink and he then turned around and sat down on the chair.

You can bow and pretend

That you don't, don't know you're a legend

Time, time, time, has a toll on anyone else, yeah

Let my love lose again

But I don't know much about classic cars

But I got a lot of friends talking classic cold

To see what, hut, hut, hike, media, blitz

Harry's eyebrow rose as the spiky-haired boy continued singing the specific lyrics that he had given him perfectly. The other band members obviously noticed, as the Genesis bloke had a very smug smirk on his face. Feeling the side of his lip twitch in sudden irritation, he closed his eyes and concentrated on the boy's voice.

It seems that he's chosen the right song for him to lead in after a bit of vocal practice with the others.

Clapping as the violet-eyed boy ended his song, and he allowed him to see how impressed he was. Noticing the redhead was still looking a bit too smug for his own good, Harry stopped clapping.

"I'm happy to know that the song I picked for you fit your voice type…as I had expected when I wrote it this morning."

Smirking at the shock he received as well as the noticeable lack of smugness coming from the redhead. Harry crossed his arms and frowned, "As you can see, I am no novice...I was able to come up with a song that fit Zack's voice after hearing his voice once."

Leaning most of his weight on one of his legs, he leaned forward a bit. His green eyes somehow were able to lock with all of theirs, as he looked at them solemnly.

"I have no idea of what kind of person you had in charge before me, but you had better throw him out of you mind…."

Holding the folder in his hand up, he pointed towards it.

"You will not have to worry about me giving you second-rate songs, because that is something that I won't tolerate…any band under my care will always top the charts, no matter what I will be making you guys that next hottest thing since the Marauders!"

Tossing the folder towards the small table next to him, he leaned forward and the corners of his mouth tilted up.

"Now, are you guys willing to follow my guidance and treat me with respect or will I just have Rufus assign me to another group?"

The silence in the room was deafening.

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End of Chapter 2

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YAY! I am finally done! You have no idea how hard it was to finish this chapter, and honestly I didn't like how I ended it right here. LMAO So I will try to bring out the next chapter soon enough for all of you, to show my appreciation for the love that this story is getting. Though I wouldn't mind seeing more reviews! :D (Trying to be sneaky) Come on! You know you love this story!

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