Harry Potter and the Last Battle

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter related characters, names or places. These are and will remain the sole property of J. K. Rowling, author of the Harry Potter series. I do however own the plot, but not any Rowling related material.

Chapter One: Harry's New Job

It was a cold day at Number 12 Grimmauld Place, London, the residence of a young man named Harry Potter. For most eighteen year olds, the time has come to go away to University, get a job, go to college. But Harry wasn't like most ordinary young men. You see, Harry Potter was a wizard, a wizard that had just graduated from the world's best magic school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Those days Harry was at a loose end; he got 'Outstanding' on all of his NEWT's (Nastily Exhausting Wizard Test's) but his attempt to become an Auror was blocked by the Minister of Magic himself, Cornelius Fudge, on the grounds of Harry's criminal record.

It was strange, but what he was doing now was totally unwizard-like. You see, Harry Potter had become a professional Wrestler with a major federation in the UK. Because of his extraordinary abilities Harry was able to pull of even the most complex of maneuvres. He only wished that his friends would understand that this was the only way he could make money in the muggle world — since he spent the last seven years in a wizarding school, he had no muggle qualifications to speak of, and his name was still mud in the wizarding world after the return of one of the most feared dark wizards ever: Lord Voldemort.

The day was September 30th. Harry's big day. His last night with his beloved World Heavyweight Title. He glanced at the clock next to the bed. Shit, it was 10:30. He was running late again. He needed be to be in Newcastle by three. Harry didn't have a car, couldn't afford to fly, and apparently he had just missed his train.

In the locker room nobody knew much about Harry. He kept to himself, went out and entertained the fans with his electrifying promos, and spectacular matches. Harry had been in the industry since leaving Hogwarts back in July. He had quickly risen from being a jobber (a wrestler who never wins) to a main event superstar. On the first of September he became champion and had held it ever since. Harry loved wrestling, but he really wanted to work in the wizarding world. Maybe he could wrestle with a wizarding federation.

He quickly showered and packed his bag. He picked up the phone and called London Kings Cross to find out how long it would take to get to Newcastle Central Station.

"Four hours? And what time is the next train? Is there an earlier one? Ok thank you very much." As he hung up the phone, another swear word slipped past his lips.

Right, ok, he thought. He walked downstairs and picked up a pot and used his wand to light a fire. He threw a hand full of the Floo powder from the jar onto the fire.

"Platform 9¾." He stuck his head in the fire, which was quite cool. "Hello? This is Harry Potter, can some one please tell me if there is a train running to Newcastle upon Tyne?"

"I'm sorry Mr Potter, but the wizarding trains are offline today."

"Goddamn it! Sorry, sir." Harry quickly withdrew his head from the fire.

Hermione. She was living in Newcastle these days, though she didn't approve of his living, she would probably love to hear from him. He picked up more Floo powder.

"Hermione Granger." He once again stuck his head in the fire. "Hermione? Are you home?"

"Oh Harry. How's it going?"

"It's great. Hermione, can I ask a favour of you?"

"I suppose that you can ask, don't know if I will be able to help though."

"Can I Floo to your house, like right now, and then spend the day with you till I have to go to work?"

"Are you wrestling in Newcastle tonight?"

"Yup. I'm dropping my belt and then I'm going to quit for now. Maybe I can work in McDonald's or something."

"Of course you can Floo up Harry, I'd be happy to have you. Tell you what, why don't I come to the show with you tonight, then we can go out on the town?"

"Sure, I'll be right up."

It was exactly three o'clock when Harry and Hermione pulled into the car park at the back of the Newcastle Telly West Arena. There were already about fifty fans waiting to see him. As Harry picked up his bag from the boot of Hermione's Ford Fiesta, the fans swooped down on him.

"It's the Wiz Kid Harry Potter!" one of them yelled as they sprinted towards him. Harry took the time to sign all of the autographs and take pictures with the fans. By the time Harry got into the arena it was already four o'clock. Dan, Harry's boss, was really mad.

"Where the hell have you been?" Dan yelled.

"Outside, signing autographs."

"Oh. And who's this lovely young lady?"

"This is my friend, Hermione Granger. Listen, Dan. I'm really grateful for everything that you have done. But tonight is going to be my last match. So can I have some promo time? You know, to say goodbye?"

"Why are you leaving, kid?"

"'Cause, I'm tired of being in different places every night. I love the business, but I think its time that I did something new, you know?"

"Yeah, kid. It's a shame. You have got real talent." He paused and thought for a second. "Ok, this is how it's going to go — you're going to go out and announce your retirement. I'm going to come out and tell you that you're not going to retire as a champion, and if you are, then you're going to damn well put that son of a bitch on the line tonight—"

Harry cut him off. "Then I'll have to get all my phrases out. So I'll say something like: 'Okay. One time for the good times, I'll put my belt on the line. But I get to pick the opponent. which will be?'"

"ME!" Dan cried, to Harry's surprise. Harry had never wrestled Dan yet. But he knew that he did wrestle occasionally.

"You? It would be a honour to drop my title to you."

"Well, I guess I had better go shower up. Erm, Cannon, will you escort Miss Granger to the viewing monitor. Harry, you'd better go put your robe things on first." They walked off in different directions.

Harry's music came to life. He walked down the ramp listening to the fans screaming. 'God I am going to miss this', he thought.

He stepped into the ring and took up the microphone, perhaps for the last time.

"People of Newcastle!"

The crowed went nuts at the mention of their home city.

"I have to tell you all something. Tonight, live in this very ring. I feel that it has come time for my retirement from the squared circle. But relax, because I will be taking this hunk of gold with me. And I am damn sure that this isn't gonna be the last time you see me in this ri—" Harry was cut off by Dan's music.

"Wait just a goddamn minute, Wiz Kid. Nobody leaves my company with a belt. So if you are retiring, you are damn sure going to put that son of a bitch belt on the line."

As Harry and Hermione arrived back at her flat on the Newcastle key side there was a letter on the table. It was addressed to Harry:

Dear Mr Potter,

I have been informed that you may be seeking employment as of the first of October.

I have an opening for two teachers on the teaching staff hear at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am willing to offer you the Post of Defence Against the Dark Arts professor. And Miss Granger the position of Transfiguration professor.

If you accept the posts we expect to see you at breakfast in the Great Hall Sunday morning. Don't worry about any of your belongings, we will send paid house elves to pick up every thing you need from your various residences.

I would like to ask one more favour of you two though. No matter what you decide please don't tell any of the Weasleys of your appointment.

Thank you and I hope to see you both Sunday.

Prof. Albus Dumbledore

Head Master

"Wow, Hermione. What do you think?"

"I think that we should go back to school, Harry."