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By Friday night Julius Malfoy had enough of the ring completed for Harry to make his announcement after dinner. As the chatter around the hall rose, signalling the end of dinner Dumbeldore stood up.

"Another excellent meal. Dobby, our head elf has indeed once again out done himself. Now, I have no desire to bore you this evening with tiresome speeches, so instead Harry Potter will address you all." Harry stood nervously to his feet.

"Ok Guys," He began "As you all know by now, thanks to our muggle borne first years harassing me for autographs at every turn, in the muggle world I am a professional wrestler. Now, it is my extreme pleasure to announce, that on Saturday October 31st the Wizard Wireless Network Wrestling Alliance, or WWNWA will be brining you Hogwarts Halloween Hell. Right hear at Hogwarts!" a loud cheer went up around the hall, Harry waited for the students to settle down.

"All ready confirmed to appear on the show is Big Dave. A promoter in the Muggle World and 3-time former WWNWA World Heavyweight champion. Also in his first title defence the current champion 'The Green Dragon' will go toe to toe with a young man making his WWNWA debut, the Wiz Kid Harry Potter in the main event. Also, Hogwarts Halloween Hell is proud to bring you the Hogwarts inter house battle royal. Where any student wishing to enter may, assuming they are deemed fit by the head trainer of the Hogwarts Wrestling Academy. The Academy will open its doors, and its Ring right hear in the Grate Hall on Sunday after lunch, any student wishing to take part may. Also on the card, a match that as far as I am concerned is a first ever, a match that will determine the first ever Hogwarts Champion, four of you, a Slytherin Vs Hufflepuff Vs Ravenclaw Vs Gryffindor fatal 4 way match, with the esteemed guest referee, Albus Dumbeldore!" the students once again gave a loud cheer.

"All right all right settle down. I'm not finished. Like I already said, the battle royal has no upper or lower age limit. And there will be some guests making an appearance in there, if I can arrange it. There is one condition, you have to attend all the academy training sessions, all the planning meetings and, if you are under age have your parents sign a permission parchment. As for the fatal 4 way, you have to be in third year and above to be considered, with parental permission from your parents. The 4 that go on will be decided in a special matinee show in hear on the Friday night in a series of House battle royals that will be taped and aired on the show. And any other student wishing to put a match together can. The training academy doors will open 30 minutes after lunch Sunday. Also, since this in an in house production, that means that I am booking the show, providing the ring, and some other backstage stuff means that I get to assign the referees, ring announcers, backstage interviewers and commentators. If any of you don't want to wrestle, but want to work on the show come along to training. Ok, to train, you need flat-soled shoes, trainers preferably. Sweat pants, t-shirt, I will bring the rest."

Harry sat back down. And leaned towards to Hermione.

"You going to Hogsmeade tomorrow?"

Hermione looked up.

"Yeah, I think I will. I haven't been to the village since the memorial service."

"Me neither."

"You weren't at the memorial service"

"Invisibility cloak" Harry stated simply.

"Harry, why didn't you tell us?"

"Didn't want any one knowing. Treating me like a brave little solder"

"More like a mourning general grieving for his troops."

"You see!" snapped Harry. "I am not a commander, I'm not even a soldier. They weren't my men and women, they where some ones son, daughter, girl friend, boy friend, my friends, class mates and room mates, they followed me and died. I'm no leader. All I am is a poor bastard that has to save the world."

"Sorry Harry. I know that things are hard for you. Look, why don't you go to Hogsmeade with Ginny tomorrow. Go for a pint or some thing."

Just as Harry went to answer his scar twinged, instinctively put his hand to his scar.

"Harry. Harry? Are you all right?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah, it just hasn't done that in a wile."

"Done what?"

"Stung, that's it, no black outs, No visions of impending doom, no feeling like that basterd is in my head."

"Maybe you should tell Albus."

"Yeah, I'll try and catch him before I turn in." Harry glanced at his watched. "Shit, is that the time, I'm late for a detention." To his surprise, Hermione burst out laughing.

"God Harry you won't change will you? Late for a detention with a Malfoy?"

Harry chuckled too, his scar forgotten. "Well at least I'm on the right side of the desk now, and not facing of against Snape.

Saturday morning rolled around quickly. Harry & Hermione met with Ginny and Colin Creevey outside of the Grate Hall, Harry dressed not in robes but a T-shirt and black jeans over which he was wearing his black cloak. The four walked into Hogsmeade along the winding path leading from the Castle in to the village. They visited all their favourite hang outs, Zonkos Joke Shop, although Ginny made them all swear not to tell the twins, Honeydukes, and to the three broomsticks for lunch.

"Thanks for buying lunch for us all Harry" said Hermione as they finished their lavish meals.

"Any time, Hey, can we get another round of Butter beers hear please?" Madam Rosmerta came with their drinks, Harry looked to Ginny and Colin "so you guys think you will come to the school?" Ginny looked at Harry.

"Of course I'm going to be there, I want to be your ring side manager." She stated.

Harry looked at Ginny, only now did he realise that she had changed so much in the past few months since he last saw her. She had grown to 5'7" easily weighing about 200 lbs, with out an ounce of body fat.

"That's a shame Gin. I would have said that you would be Gryffindor Champion. Face it, Gin, your one of the best pure athletes in the house. You have the size, and speed, you just need the training."

Ginny looked Harry up and down. "Are you being serious?"

"Yeah, I mean if you want to be my valet, that's fine. But I think it would be a waste of your talents." As they left the Three Broomsticks they headed to the village park where Harry had a press conference to promote the show at Hogwarts.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present to you the Number One Contender for the WWN championship Professor Harry Potter." Harry made his way to the stage, and stood behind the mic.

"There is not a lot to say, ask any man who I have ever entered the ring with. They will all tell you the same thing. DON'T GET IN THE RING WITH THE WIZ KID. And you know what? Those people are right. I have left a wake of battered and beaten men in my dust. For years all I heard was the boy who lived this, the boy who lived that. But let me tell you something, I proved them all right. They all expected big things from me. And did I ever step up and give you big things. Youngest seeker in a century. Taking down a fully-grown Mountain troll in my first 2 months of being in Hogwarts, Killing a Basilisk, and closing the chamber of Secrets when I was 12. Who else has done any of that? Youngest seeker to win the Quidditch cup in Hogwarts ever at the age of 13, I believe that no one else has managed that, winner of the Triwizard Tournament, highest Defence Against the Dark Arts OWL's ever, beating Hermione Granger and even Albus Dumbeldore, I have done so many things to prove my self, prove my self worthy of a title shot. Prove myself worthy of your admiration. I am 18 years old. I am a teacher; I am a world-renowned wrestler, and wizard. I know that the Dragon is in the back; I saw that stupid green mask. So I say come on out mate, come on out hear and stand in front of the man who in 3 weeks time will be kicking your ass all over Hogwarts, All over Hogsmeade, and all the way to HELL!" Harry stepped away from the mic, although he had never met his opponent he had given him something to follow to build interest in the show.

"Now Ladies and Gentlemen, stand up and put your hands together for our Champion the Green Dragon" a man 6feet tall stood at the opposite end of the stage. He walked up to the mic.

"I am sick to death of you Potter, oh I'm the grate Harry Potter, I did this at the age of 10 shagged Granger at 11, screwed Dumbeldore at 15, yada yada yada. Fact is Potter, you don't know who the hell I am, neither do any of you idiots out their, watching this on WTV, or listening on the radio, well I think its time you new who you where up against." With that the masked man put his hands behind his head, starting to undo the lace that held the green mask in place.

Hermione and Ginny took a sharp intake of breath when they saw who it was.

"Oh my god it's…."

AN: yeah I am evil. Theirs a cliffy for ya, any guesses any one?

Thanks to my BETA Harry94Ginny