AN: Hi everyone, welcome back to chapter two. I still do not own Harry Potter, but if Rowling is looking to sell to me I won't complain. Have fun reading :)

January 1st 2000:

The next morning Harry wakes up with a pounding headache. This was to be expected, and luckily Harry had prepared for this and quickly chucked down the anti-hangover potion on his night stand. The potion tastes about as awful as they get, but does wonders for his head.

After a quick shower he trudged into the kitchen, makes some breakfast, clears the table of empty fire whiskey bottles, and sits down to eat and read the Saturday morning paper.

Where in most British households the Daily Phrophet would be making an appearance now, Harry instead reads the World Wide Wizarding News. This is because Harry likes reading actual news in the mornings and not a combination of gossip and nonsense the Phorphet likes to put out.

Whilst reading the paper Harry allows his thoughts to wander about what he should do next. He currently has no job which might pose a problem in the near future. Not that he is short on money per se, it's more an issue of being unable to sit still and do nothing.

So he needs a new job. The problem with that is two fold. One is that Harry has no idea of what he would want to do and secondly he has hardly any clasificasions. All he has is six years of school and a failed arour career.

That's not to say he isnt skilled in certain areas, if that was the case he wouldn't be alive today. During the camping trip of hel he became even better at offensive and defensive magic, and learned some very handy wand based wards and other handy types of magic one would need while running from a corrupt government. It's not like they sat on their arses for an entire year, or didn't have the occasional run in with snatchers and other undesirables.

But that's all Harry was good at really, fighting, hiding and over all surviving. Not really your every day job skill set. He could try professional dueling he supposes, but that would put him right back into the spotlight, and he still doesn't like that. It's the same reason he didn't want to try his hand at professional quiditch.

Another option would be curse breaking. Sure it would require some addition training, but it's for sure interesting enough to keep him entertained and he thinks he would be pretty good at it. The problem with cursebreaking is that Gringots dominates the market, and one would pretty much need to be employed by them to do it. The problem with that was that whilst the goblins might have let the whole dragon fiasco go, they most certainly still held it against him. And they very much were not happy with him for that reason, so getting imployed but the goblins was pretty much a no go.

Not being able to come up with something himself, Harry decides to take a look at the job offer section in the paper. It being an international news paper, the World Wide Wizarding News focuses on job openings at the ICW and other international organisations.

In said section there were a few openings for administrative positions, wich was way too boring for Harry, a big opening at a dragon reserve in Canada, but he doesnt realy want nor need a Hortail repeat. But then something caught his eye. Hit Wizards wanted.

A Hit Wizard, Harry knows, is basically a combination between an Auror and a Bounty Hunter. After going through extensive training that last anywhere between two to five years, depending on how skilled the witch or wizard was before starting, they will get a licinsce wich allows them to arrest high profile criminals and turn them in for a reward to the ICW. The Hit Wizards basically went after those who the regular arours couldn't find or handle.

After thinking it over, Harry decides to apply. Being a Hit wizard sounds like a good combination of being an auror without having to deal with the ministry of the publicity. And that is exactly what Harry wants

Two days later, on Monday morning, Harry walks into the main ICW building in Brussels. For non magical this would have been quite the trip already, but in the wizarding world it was as easy as getting an international portkey at the ministry. Of course he did still have to go through security on the other side, but it wasn't too bad.

So, shortly after nine in the morning Harry arrives at the Hit Wizard wing in the ICW building. Unlike the Arour Department, the Hit Wizard wing is almost completely empty of people. All Harry sees a reception desk manned with two witches, a hallway with a bunch of doors to the left and a open room with various pictures to the right.

Seeing no other option Harry walks up to the left one of the two receptionists, and clears his throat. "Good morning, I'm here to apply for a Hit Wizard position."

"Good day, let me see if there is someone available to help you." The receptionist replied, gets up and disappears through one of the doors. A few moments later she comes back put and becons him over.

Harry enters the office as indicated and takes a seat at the desk. The office itself isn't too big, but big enough for a decent sized desk and a filing cabinet. Behind the desk sits a man in his what seems to be his mid fourtys doing paperwork and completely ignoring Harry. Guessing it's some form of intimidation tactic Harry just leans back and observes the man. As stated, he seems to be about 45 years old, bal and has a few visible scars on his face. Not as bad as Moody used to be, but more then enough to be noticed.

"You done staring kid" says the man without looking up. In response Harry shrugs his shoulders and starts looking up at the ceiling instead, counting the tiles. He gets to 27 when the man speaks again.

"So, you think you have what it takes to become a Hit Wizard, eh?" Looking back at the man Harry shrugs again and says: "well it sounds like the job I'm most qualified for and actually want to do, so I figured why not." The man raises an eyebrow and responds: "kid, there are very little people actually qualified for this job. I get three types of people walking through that door. The ones who need the money so desperately they ain't got any other option, the ones that have an ego too big for them to handle and no brains to go with it, and those precious, precious few who actually have a smidgen of potential and know what there doing. And you kid, you're to young to be part of the last group and I ain't got the time to wast on the first two, so go back where you came from and find something else to do with your life." With that being said the man returns to his paperwork.

Harry thinks his words over in his head, but instead of getting up decides to stay seated and continues counting the tiles on the cyling. After a few minutes the man speaks again.

"I thought I made myself clear kid, get out" He shouts. Instead Harry looks at the man again, smiles and says: "don't worry, I'll leave if you want me too. Just wanted to introduce myself before I leave. Harry Potter, at your service, and I hope you have a good day sir." With that being said, Harry stands up at starts to walk out of the office.

"Wait!" He hears behind him. As Harry turns around the man scribbles something on a piece of paper and hands it over to Harry. "It's a floo adress. Be there eight o clock tomorrow morning local time. If you're still alive after a week of training, we'll start paying you."

And with that being said, Harry begins on his next great adventure.