All belongs to JK... unfortunately...

This will be a series of unrelated one-shots of random careers which Harry could undertake once he has graduated and taken care of the Voldemort problem. Light, dark, crossover, totally outragious...

Harry decides to start a rather unconventional new career...

Hey Ron, what's this?"

The red head in question looked up from his food long enough to glance over at the latest issue of the Daily Prophet and take in the full page advert that Harry was showing him.

"Broomtrick Riders."

"Broomtrick?"

Ron shrugged. "Yeah, they do all kind of crazy stunts."

Harry returned to studying the advert which was currently showing a strangely designed broom with two riders circling before one of the riders flipped into a handstand on the back of the broom.

"It looks interesting. You know Hermione will keep whinging at us until we get a job."

"Don't remind me." Ron nervously interjected as he looked around even though she had left over an hour ago for the Ministry.

"Well, the 'Internationally' famous Black-Jack Trickstyle Squad will be giving demonstrations and auditions at the Appleby Arrows Stadium all next week."

Ron blinked at his best mate as he pushed his now empty plate into the centre of the table. "You aren't actually thinking of trying that are you?"

Harry gave a half-hearted shrug, "well you know how the Ministry has been and I've been offered so many places in Quidditch teams without even having to try out, this feels like something I would actually have to earn."

Ron shook his head, "have I ever told you that you're mental."

Harry grinned, "many times."

Welcome to London, the flame is lit and the 2012 Olympic Games have officially begun.

Ron flicked his wand and turned his attention away from the now silent television which was broadcasting the muggle view of the event, to the wizarding wireless which was currently outlining where all the magical events would be taking place.

He kept one ear open as the announcer listed the more common events such as Quidditch, Quodpot and Duelling before starting on the less known sports like Aingingein, winged-horse riding and dressage and finally the trick broom riding.

"Sorry I'm back late." Ron jumped as Hermione appeared with a pop in the middle of the room.

"Ooooh, I missed the ceremony." Hermione glared at the TV before turning back to her husband. "So, where is it being held?"

"All the broom events will be held at the National Arena, the Tutshill Tornadoes new stadium."

Hermione grinned as she collapsed into a chair, "I can't believe I told him that his career choice was rather silly." Ron raised an eyebrow but didn't disagree as he had said several things in the same vein. "And now he's flying in the Olympics." She finished as she gestured towards the still silent television.

"Me neither." Her husband agreed as he sat down beside her with a grin.

Following the previous heats Great Britain is currently in second place behind Sweden, but Great Britain is the last contestant for this the final round. Sweden's score stands at 8.7. Can the team from Great Britain beat this score? The announcer said as the last of the officials making sure the pitch hadn't been damaged after the crash from the previous team hurried off the pitch.

And here they come, he said as the England team shot out of the box in a blur of blue, red and white fabric.

"Uncle Hawwy!" Hermione grinned at her youngest son's announcement as the riders made a circuit of the pitch for the crowd.

"Here's to hoping he doesn't crash." Ron said from her side, obviously remembering some of the impressive crash landings Harry had managed when he first started.

She grinned in response as the team of eight riders on four brooms started to fly in a weaving pattern.

"I still hate it when he does this." She said, punctuating the words with a wince as the four passengers all changed brooms the next time the brooms came together in their flight pattern.

"You'll be glad to know he's driving then." Ron said as he passed his omnioculars to his daughter who was tugging his robe.

"Until he does that!" Hermione said with a bigger wince as Harry and one of the other drivers both abandoned their brooms in favour of freefall.

"Don't worry mummy, he got caught." Hermione opened her eyes again and chanced another glance at the team at her daughter's matter of fact statement.

Harry had indeed been caught, and was now hanging onto one of his team mates who was riding pillion upside down.

"Oh!" Hermione exclaimed, sighing with relief when he was finally deposited back onto another broom in a more traditional way of flying. Although that didn't last very long as he stood up to help make a flying pyramid of people.

She cringed again as the team roared towards the ground in perfect formation then pulled up in a starburst pattern before crisscrossing each others flight paths in a display of high speed choreography.

"He has a death wish." She muttered as the speed slowed, allowing the pillion passengers to use the additional bars built onto the brooms to perform several acrobatic manoeuvres.

She gave a large sigh of relief as the team came to a synchronised stop, stood up, bowed and still standing flew back towards the box with a wave at the crowd.

"That has to be a high score." Ron exclaimed through the roar of the crowd as the Great British team disappeared from view.

Hermione nodded, although any display which didn't involve crashes or falling would be good enough for her.

"Well?" she asked as the scoreboard flashed, but the rising crowd and the presence of her youngest on her knee meant she was unable to stand up and check for herself.

"They've done it!" Ron yelled with a huge grin as the crowd around them broke out into a spontaneous rendition of a magically corrupted version of the British anthem, "8.9 overall!"

"Way to go mate!" Ron said as Harry popped into their house, still dressed in formal robes from the medal presentation.

"Thanks." He said as Hermione quickly divested him of cloak and broom.

"Are you staying?" She asked fixing him with a steel eyed look.

"Yes." He said meekly as he recognised the look which meant 'say no and you will regret it'. "But I have to go tomorrow, celebration party and all that." He said as he collapsed into a chair, his goddaughter quickly claiming his lap.

"Uncle Harry got a pretty medal?"

"Yup." He said as he pulled it out of his robes for her to play with. "And this one I earned all by myself."