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It was nearly dinner time before Lynette and Hermione recovered enough from their training exhaustion to wake up.
After having a quick dinner Lynette nervously asked Harry if he wanted to take his bath with her again. Poor Harry went very pale as he considered what he should say to her. Did he tell Lynette about Wilma dragging him into the bath earlier; or should he just keep quiet and hope Lynette never found out about it. Considering that Wilma might blab on him just for entertainment value Harry decided that it would be better for him if he just come clean and begged for mercy.
Five minutes of embarrassing explanation later and Harry was sure that he was about to die if the stony look on Lynette's face was anything to go by. So when Lynette gave Harry a hug and a peck on the cheek the poor boy nearly jumped out of his skin.
"Thank you Harry; for at least being man enough to tell me what happened" Lynette said as she nuzzled into Harry's neck "most under try to keep something like that happening under wraps."
"So you're not mad at me?" asked Harry hopefully.
"I understand what Wilma was trying to do Harry and everything she told you is true; I just don't like the way she told you, Wilma isn't known for having much tack in our family plus it was entertaining for her to watch you squirm." Lynette said before she pulled her head back and playfully glared at Harry.
"That said you Harry Potter owe me lots of hugs and kisses to make up for this" Harry smiled back at her and pulled Lynette's head back to him for a hard kiss on the lips while his left hand slipped into its usual place and started caressing Lynette's ass through her cotton panties. After a few moments of making out Lynette pulled herself back and smiled at her boyfriend.
"Well you're making a good start" Lynette said with a light blush on her cheeks "but I still need a shower. Guess I'll just ask Hermione" Lynette turned and went looking for her bushy haired friend, though Harry couldn't help noticing the way Lynette exaggerated the sway of her hips just a little as she walked away.
Break.
The morning after the Harry's bathroom torture session with Wilma found the three trainee's back in their hanger at the RAF base.
"Before we start today's training" Adolfine stated as she stood in front of her three students "I thought you'd like to know your scores from the test earlier" Poor Adolfine nearly jumped out of her skin as at the loud cheer the three let off when she announced that their scores were in, but she recovered fast and chuckled at the three eager faces in front of her.
"Before I tell you your scores I think a few points of reference will be needed" Adolfine said as she stepped up next to one of those swinging boards that teachers use and flipped it over to reveal a couple of graphs and a lot of notes.
"First around here we don't so much read magical capacity as we do your magical output, which is expressed in MPS or Magical units Per Second. Too even express magical ability you need to have a score of one thousand MPS, to produce a combat worthy shield you'd need two thousand and to fly without a striker unit you need three thousand MPS" Adolfine said a she used a ruler to point at different points along the first graph before she turned to Harry "and Harry just so you know. Before you came here the strongest wizard on record was only twenty four fifty, I'd say it safe to say that you can beat that with your eyes closed and half asleep."
Adolfine reached into one of the large pockets on her officer's coat and pulled out three sealed envelopes.
"I haven't looked at these yet so your scores will be a surprised to all of us" Adolfine said while she looked through the three envelopes before she picked out one and held it up "how about we start with you Lynette, as you're the only regular witch in the stack" Lynette nodded and affirmative as she started to feel nervous about what her score would look like. Adolfine tore up the envelope and pulled out the letter within, gave it a quick once over before she smiled at the nervous girl.
"Lynette you managed to achieve a score of sixteen thousand MPS, congratulations" Lynette found herself smiling at the knowledge that she'd gotten such a good score, and blushing from all the praise she was getting especially from Harry and her sister.
"Harry your next" Harry suddenly found himself very nervous, he already know that he was going to be famous again because he was the only boy around that could fight on the same level as a regular witch, now he was going to find out just how bad the fame was going to be. He watch nervously as Adolfine tore open his envelope and started looking over his score. His nerves only got worse as first shock and then disbelief run rampant over Adolfine face. Finally the Karlsland witch lifted her eyes from the letter to look at Harry.
"Twenty two thousand MPS" Wilma had been in the middle of taking a drink of tea when Adolfine said that and was so shocked that she sprayed tea everywhere.
"You've got to be joking boss lady?" Wilma shouted as she looked wildly at the older Karlsland witch.
"I am most assuredly not joking Sergeant" Adolfine growled at Wilma as she continued to inspect the labs letter "in fact that lab thinks Harry is stronger then that but something is interfering with his mag-"a rhythmic thumping sound interrupted Adolfine's mini rant, and when she and Wilma turned to look for the source they found Harry beating his head on a table while Lynette tried to get him to stop and Hermione was trying not to laugh while also trying to help Lynette.
"Harry, why are you trying to crack your own skull?" Adolfine asked confused.
"Because I can't ever been normal, even in a different dimension" Harry said as he finally stopped beating his head on the poor table.
"But you'll be the most famous wizard in our world and-" Wilma stopped talking fast as Harry gave her the strongest glare he could manage.
"Yes famous and that going to be the start of a battle that will make the Neuroi look like a bunch of pansies in comparison. All those bloody reporters chasing me everywhere, not giving me a moments peace, reporting every little thing I say either I want them to or not. And don't be me started on the bloody fan girls" Harry said before he let his head fall back to the table top with a resounding thud. Lynette was looking at Harry in shock, she couldn't even think of something to say to try and cheer her boyfriend up. Hermione just started rubbing her hand up and down Harry's back while he moped and giggled quietly to herself.
"Honestly Harry I don't think you have much to worry about this time, almost nobody around here even knows you yet. And besides Ginny name one fan girl you had back home?"
"Lisa Turpin, Su Li, Susan Bones, Lavender Brown, the Patil sisters, Luna Lovegood, Colin Creevy-"
"Harry, Colin was a boy" Hermione said with a giggle.
"I can debate that Hermione, Colin stocked me worse then anyone other then Malfoy" Harry growled to Hermione's continued and growing amusement.
"Let's get back on track please" a thoroughly confused Adolfine said as she pulled Hermione's scores out of their envelope. It took everyone less the five seconds to figure out that Hermione's scores most of been in the same league as Harry's if the disbelief on Adolfine's face was anything to go by.
"Hermione, you manage twenty six thousand MPS" Hermione felt her jaw drop at hearing that she was stronger then Harry, and Harry lifted his head off the table enough to smile at his friend.
"Damn! Two elites, and powerful ones to" Wilma said after giving a whistle of appreciation.
"What?" Harry and Hermione asked.
"In our world an elite can either a witch ace with over fifty kills or a witch with a power rating over twenty thousand" Adolfine said as she slipped into teacher mode.
"So it's a title for those with either great skill or great power?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, though at the moment almost all the elites active in the war are those of great skill as only about one in every thousand witches could qualify as an elite by power, and almost all of them are in non combat roles at the moment."
"So how is this going to affect our training?" Harry asked.
"It shouldn't unless someone tries using you as propaganda tools to 'raise moral'" Adolfine looked at the clock on the back wall of the hanger and grimaced slightly. "We can continue this discussion at another time as we have training to do so Harry, Hermione please board a Fire Moth and we'll get started" Harry and Hermione knew better then to argue by now and climbed into the strikers. Adolfine climbed in with Hermione and they started doing their usual short hops to get Hermione over her fear of flying, or at least get it under control.
Harry and Wilma in the mean while started working on all the ground maneuvers that Harry needed to learn in order to catch up with Hermione and Lynette. Harry had to work very hard to keep himself under control and to not just kick Wilma out of the striker and take off. Wilma seemed to realize this and was feeding Harry the information he needed to know as quickly as she could while also making sure that Harry could actually do what she was telling him to do. By the end of Harry's time was up for the day Wilma told him she was sure that he'd probably be flying by sometime the next day and the day after that for sure.
After finishing up with Harry Wilma spent the rest of the day with Lynette and Lynette was flying on her own within an hour; something that Harry was slightly envious of. Lynette didn't feel comfortable enough to do anything more then fly laps around the hanger and runway though.
The day ended with three very tired teens being loaded into Mrs. Bishop's car for the long ride home. Along the way Mrs. Bishop grilled her kids about their day and how their training had went. She had been very impressed by the MPS scores and took her time lavishing praise on each of them, making them all blush profusely. Mrs. Bishop also spent some time reinforcing the warnings she'd giving them about the dangers of their chosen trade and impressing on them the need to be careful and listen to their instructors.
They arrived home just after dark and had just enough energy left for a quick dinner before they trudged off to bed.
Break
"Harry time to wake up" Hermione said as she gave the boy a gentle shake as she tried to wake her sleeping friend. Harry mumbled something and rolled away from the unwanted interruption of his blessed sleep.
"Harrry!" Hermione growled out as she shock Harry harder only for Harry to take a swipe at her before pulling the bedcovers tighter around himself. Hermione stood glaring at her sleeping friend while tapping her foot heavily on the floor.
"Harry James Potter you have until I return to drag your arse out of that bed and get dressed. Failure to comply WILL NOT BE PLEASANT FOR YOU!" Hermione shouted the last part at the still sleeping boy before doing an about face and stomped from the room. Within a few moments she had reached the kitchen and her stomping had lessened to merely heavy walking and she dropped into one of the empty seats with a huff. Mrs. Bishop raised an eyebrow at the girl who was normally much more polite than this.
"Is there some bothering you this morning Hermione" Mrs. Bishop asked as she laid a plate of French toast and sausage in front of the bushy haired girl.
"Not really Mrs. Bishop; Harry's just being a git this morning" Hermione said as she started to attack her breakfast.
"Oh, how so" Minnie asked as she considered having some words with the boy.
"He just being lazy and won't get up this morning. I'll go handle it if he's not up by the time I'm done eating I'll go make him regret it."
"But Harry's usually so punctual in the morning, what happened to bring this on?" Mrs. Bishop asked. Hermione swallowed the bite she'd been chewing on to give herself some time to think before answering.
"Harry's been better then he normally is about mornings so far. When we're in school I usually have to start dragging him out of bed for morning classes by the third week; though to be fair to Ms. Galland and Wilma most of the teachers we had in Hogwarts required a lot more from their students and taught larger classes".
"And their subjects probably didn't interest him as much as flying apparently does?" Minnie asked with a smirk that got Hermione giggling.
"Actually I think Harry found all magical subjects interesting at first; but between actually studying them and the attitudes of some of the teachers I'm not surprised that Harry and many of our friends lost interest" Hermione said as she finished her breakfast and took her plate and silverware to the sink. She then pulled her wand from her sleeve and started marching back towards the room that Harry had been sleeping in. When Hermione got there she found that Harry was indeed still in bed. Hermione could feel one of her eyebrows starting to twitch.
"Harry I warned you; Now face the consequences of not listening" Hermione growled as she pointed her wand at the still sleeping boy. Behind her Mrs. Bishop slipped into the room to observe what was about to happen.
"Aguamenti!" At Hermione's shouted command a torrent of water shot from the end of her wand with all the power of a five inch fire hose and blasted Harry right out of his bed and onto the floor. Minnie figured the water was also pretty cold if the semi girlish scream Harry loosed when the water hit him was anything to go by.
"Hermione! What the hell was that for?!" Harry shouted/asked as he sat on the floor shivering like a drowned puppy.
"For not getting up when you're told to!" Hermione snarled back. The two teens glared at each other for a few moments before Mrs. Bishop's amusement wore off and she shoed them from the room to get ready for the day.
Break
Chapter End.
I apologize for making you all what this long for this chapter but things came up.
As always please review and let me known how I'm doing, because I'm starting to loose that thread of this story and the best way to help me keep focused is with a few comments that actually make me think.
Until next time, thanks.
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Chapter Start
It was nearly dinner time before Lynette and Hermione recovered enough from their training exhaustion to wake up.
After having a quick dinner Lynette nervously asked Harry if he wanted to take his bath with her again. Poor Harry went very pale as he considered what he should say to her. Did he tell Lynette about Wilma dragging him into the bath earlier; or should he just keep quiet and hope Lynette never found out about it. Considering that Wilma might blab on him just for entertainment value Harry decided that it would be better for him if he just come clean and begged for mercy.
Five minutes of embarrassing explanation later and Harry was sure that he was about to die if the stony look on Lynette's face was anything to go by. So when Lynette gave Harry a hug and a peck on the cheek the poor boy nearly jumped out of his skin.
"Thank you Harry; for at least being man enough to tell me what happened" Lynette said as she nuzzled into Harry's neck "most under try to keep something like that happening under wraps."
"So you're not mad at me?" asked Harry hopefully.
"I understand what Wilma was trying to do Harry and everything she told you is true; I just don't like the way she told you, Wilma isn't known for having much tack in our family plus it was entertaining for her to watch you squirm." Lynette said before she pulled her head back and playfully glared at Harry.
"That said you Harry Potter owe me lots of hugs and kisses to make up for this" Harry smiled back at her and pulled Lynette's head back to him for a hard kiss on the lips while his left hand slipped into its usual place and started caressing Lynette's ass through her cotton panties. After a few moments of making out Lynette pulled herself back and smiled at her boyfriend.
"Well you're making a good start" Lynette said with a light blush on her cheeks "but I still need a shower. Guess I'll just ask Hermione" Lynette turned and went looking for her bushy haired friend, though Harry couldn't help noticing the way Lynette exaggerated the sway of her hips just a little as she walked away.
Break.
The morning after the Harry's bathroom torture session with Wilma found the three trainee's back in their hanger at the RAF base.
"Before we start today's training" Adolfine stated as she stood in front of her three students "I thought you'd like to know your scores from the test earlier" Poor Adolfine nearly jumped out of her skin as at the loud cheer the three let off when she announced that their scores were in, but she recovered fast and chuckled at the three eager faces in front of her.
"Before I tell you your scores I think a few points of reference will be needed" Adolfine said as she stepped up next to one of those swinging boards that teachers use and flipped it over to reveal a couple of graphs and a lot of notes.
"First around here we don't so much read magical capacity as we do your magical output, which is expressed in MPS or Magical units Per Second. Too even express magical ability you need to have a score of one thousand MPS, to produce a combat worthy shield you'd need two thousand and to fly without a striker unit you need three thousand MPS" Adolfine said a she used a ruler to point at different points along the first graph before she turned to Harry "and Harry just so you know. Before you came here the strongest wizard on record was only twenty four fifty, I'd say it safe to say that you can beat that with your eyes closed and half asleep."
Adolfine reached into one of the large pockets on her officer's coat and pulled out three sealed envelopes.
"I haven't looked at these yet so your scores will be a surprised to all of us" Adolfine said while she looked through the three envelopes before she picked out one and held it up "how about we start with you Lynette, as you're the only regular witch in the stack" Lynette nodded and affirmative as she started to feel nervous about what her score would look like. Adolfine tore up the envelope and pulled out the letter within, gave it a quick once over before she smiled at the nervous girl.
"Lynette you managed to achieve a score of sixteen thousand MPS, congratulations" Lynette found herself smiling at the knowledge that she'd gotten such a good score, and blushing from all the praise she was getting especially from Harry and her sister.
"Harry your next" Harry suddenly found himself very nervous, he already know that he was going to be famous again because he was the only boy around that could fight on the same level as a regular witch, now he was going to find out just how bad the fame was going to be. He watch nervously as Adolfine tore open his envelope and started looking over his score. His nerves only got worse as first shock and then disbelief run rampant over Adolfine face. Finally the Karlsland witch lifted her eyes from the letter to look at Harry.
"Twenty two thousand MPS" Wilma had been in the middle of taking a drink of tea when Adolfine said that and was so shocked that she sprayed tea everywhere.
"You've got to be joking boss lady?" Wilma shouted as she looked wildly at the older Karlsland witch.
"I am most assuredly not joking Sergeant" Adolfine growled at Wilma as she continued to inspect the labs letter "in fact that lab thinks Harry is stronger then that but something is interfering with his mag-"a rhythmic thumping sound interrupted Adolfine's mini rant, and when she and Wilma turned to look for the source they found Harry beating his head on a table while Lynette tried to get him to stop and Hermione was trying not to laugh while also trying to help Lynette.
"Harry, why are you trying to crack your own skull?" Adolfine asked confused.
"Because I can't ever been normal, even in a different dimension" Harry said as he finally stopped beating his head on the poor table.
"But you'll be the most famous wizard in our world and-" Wilma stopped talking fast as Harry gave her the strongest glare he could manage.
"Yes famous and that going to be the start of a battle that will make the Neuroi look like a bunch of pansies in comparison. All those bloody reporters chasing me everywhere, not giving me a moments peace, reporting every little thing I say either I want them to or not. And don't be me started on the bloody fan girls" Harry said before he let his head fall back to the table top with a resounding thud. Lynette was looking at Harry in shock, she couldn't even think of something to say to try and cheer her boyfriend up. Hermione just started rubbing her hand up and down Harry's back while he moped and giggled quietly to herself.
"Honestly Harry I don't think you have much to worry about this time, almost nobody around here even knows you yet. And besides Ginny name one fan girl you had back home?"
"Lisa Turpin, Su Li, Susan Bones, Lavender Brown, the Patil sisters, Luna Lovegood, Colin Creevy-"
"Harry, Colin was a boy" Hermione said with a giggle.
"I can debate that Hermione, Colin stocked me worse then anyone other then Malfoy" Harry growled to Hermione's continued and growing amusement.
"Let's get back on track please" a thoroughly confused Adolfine said as she pulled Hermione's scores out of their envelope. It took everyone less the five seconds to figure out that Hermione's scores most of been in the same league as Harry's if the disbelief on Adolfine's face was anything to go by.
"Hermione, you manage twenty six thousand MPS" Hermione felt her jaw drop at hearing that she was stronger then Harry, and Harry lifted his head off the table enough to smile at his friend.
"Damn! Two elites, and powerful ones to" Wilma said after giving a whistle of appreciation.
"What?" Harry and Hermione asked.
"In our world an elite can either a witch ace with over fifty kills or a witch with a power rating over twenty thousand" Adolfine said as she slipped into teacher mode.
"So it's a title for those with either great skill or great power?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, though at the moment almost all the elites active in the war are those of great skill as only about one in every thousand witches could qualify as an elite by power, and almost all of them are in non combat roles at the moment."
"So how is this going to affect our training?" Harry asked.
"It shouldn't unless someone tries using you as propaganda tools to 'raise moral'" Adolfine looked at the clock on the back wall of the hanger and grimaced slightly. "We can continue this discussion at another time as we have training to do so Harry, Hermione please board a Fire Moth and we'll get started" Harry and Hermione knew better then to argue by now and climbed into the strikers. Adolfine climbed in with Hermione and they started doing their usual short hops to get Hermione over her fear of flying, or at least get it under control.
Harry and Wilma in the mean while started working on all the ground maneuvers that Harry needed to learn in order to catch up with Hermione and Lynette. Harry had to work very hard to keep himself under control and to not just kick Wilma out of the striker and take off. Wilma seemed to realize this and was feeding Harry the information he needed to know as quickly as she could while also making sure that Harry could actually do what she was telling him to do. By the end of Harry's time was up for the day Wilma told him she was sure that he'd probably be flying by sometime the next day and the day after that for sure.
After finishing up with Harry Wilma spent the rest of the day with Lynette and Lynette was flying on her own within an hour; something that Harry was slightly envious of. Lynette didn't feel comfortable enough to do anything more then fly laps around the hanger and runway though.
The day ended with three very tired teens being loaded into Mrs. Bishop's car for the long ride home. Along the way Mrs. Bishop grilled her kids about their day and how their training had went. She had been very impressed by the MPS scores and took her time lavishing praise on each of them, making them all blush profusely. Mrs. Bishop also spent some time reinforcing the warnings she'd giving them about the dangers of their chosen trade and impressing on them the need to be careful and listen to their instructors.
They arrived home just after dark and had just enough energy left for a quick dinner before they trudged off to bed.
Break
"Harry time to wake up" Hermione said as she gave the boy a gentle shake as she tried to wake her sleeping friend. Harry mumbled something and rolled away from the unwanted interruption of his blessed sleep.
"Harrry!" Hermione growled out as she shock Harry harder only for Harry to take a swipe at her before pulling the bedcovers tighter around himself. Hermione stood glaring at her sleeping friend while tapping her foot heavily on the floor.
"Harry James Potter you have until I return to drag your arse out of that bed and get dressed. Failure to comply WILL NOT BE PLEASANT FOR YOU!" Hermione shouted the last part at the still sleeping boy before doing an about face and stomped from the room. Within a few moments she had reached the kitchen and her stomping had lessened to merely heavy walking and she dropped into one of the empty seats with a huff. Mrs. Bishop raised an eyebrow at the girl who was normally much more polite than this.
"Is there some bothering you this morning Hermione" Mrs. Bishop asked as she laid a plate of French toast and sausage in front of the bushy haired girl.
"Not really Mrs. Bishop; Harry's just being a git this morning" Hermione said as she started to attack her breakfast.
"Oh, how so" Minnie asked as she considered having some words with the boy.
"He just being lazy and won't get up this morning. I'll go handle it if he's not up by the time I'm done eating I'll go make him regret it."
"But Harry's usually so punctual in the morning, what happened to bring this on?" Mrs. Bishop asked. Hermione swallowed the bite she'd been chewing on to give herself some time to think before answering.
"Harry's been better then he normally is about mornings so far. When we're in school I usually have to start dragging him out of bed for morning classes by the third week; though to be fair to Ms. Galland and Wilma most of the teachers we had in Hogwarts required a lot more from their students and taught larger classes".
"And their subjects probably didn't interest him as much as flying apparently does?" Minnie asked with a smirk that got Hermione giggling.
"Actually I think Harry found all magical subjects interesting at first; but between actually studying them and the attitudes of some of the teachers I'm not surprised that Harry and many of our friends lost interest" Hermione said as she finished her breakfast and took her plate and silverware to the sink. She then pulled her wand from her sleeve and started marching back towards the room that Harry had been sleeping in. When Hermione got there she found that Harry was indeed still in bed. Hermione could feel one of her eyebrows starting to twitch.
"Harry I warned you; Now face the consequences of not listening" Hermione growled as she pointed her wand at the still sleeping boy. Behind her Mrs. Bishop slipped into the room to observe what was about to happen.
"Aguamenti!" At Hermione's shouted command a torrent of water shot from the end of her wand with all the power of a five inch fire hose and blasted Harry right out of his bed and onto the floor. Minnie figured the water was also pretty cold if the semi girlish scream Harry loosed when the water hit him was anything to go by.
"Hermione! What the hell was that for?!" Harry shouted/asked as he sat on the floor shivering like a drowned puppy.
"For not getting up when you're told to!" Hermione snarled back. The two teens glared at each other for a few moments before Mrs. Bishop's amusement wore off and she shoed them from the room to get ready for the day.
Break
Chapter End.
I apologize for making you all what this long for this chapter but things came up.
As always please review and let me known how I'm doing, because I'm starting to loose that thread of this story and the best way to help me keep focused is with a few comments that actually make me think.
Until next time, thanks.
After having a quick dinner Lynette nervously asked Harry if he wanted to take his bath with her again. Poor Harry went very pale as he considered what he should say to her. Did he tell Lynette about Wilma dragging him into the bath earlier; or should he just keep quiet and hope Lynette never found out about it. Considering that Wilma might blab on him just for entertainment value Harry decided that it would be better for him if he just come clean and begged for mercy.
Five minutes of embarrassing explanation later and Harry was sure that he was about to die if the stony look on Lynette's face was anything to go by. So when Lynette gave Harry a hug and a peck on the cheek the poor boy nearly jumped out of his skin.
"Thank you Harry; for at least being man enough to tell me what happened" Lynette said as she nuzzled into Harry's neck "most under try to keep something like that happening under wraps."
"So you're not mad at me?" asked Harry hopefully.
"I understand what Wilma was trying to do Harry and everything she told you is true; I just don't like the way she told you, Wilma isn't known for having much tack in our family plus it was entertaining for her to watch you squirm." Lynette said before she pulled her head back and playfully glared at Harry.
"That said you Harry Potter owe me lots of hugs and kisses to make up for this" Harry smiled back at her and pulled Lynette's head back to him for a hard kiss on the lips while his left hand slipped into its usual place and started caressing Lynette's ass through her cotton panties. After a few moments of making out Lynette pulled herself back and smiled at her boyfriend.
"Well you're making a good start" Lynette said with a light blush on her cheeks "but I still need a shower. Guess I'll just ask Hermione" Lynette turned and went looking for her bushy haired friend, though Harry couldn't help noticing the way Lynette exaggerated the sway of her hips just a little as she walked away.
Break.
The morning after the Harry's bathroom torture session with Wilma found the three trainee's back in their hanger at the RAF base.
"Before we start today's training" Adolfine stated as she stood in front of her three students "I thought you'd like to know your scores from the test earlier" Poor Adolfine nearly jumped out of her skin as at the loud cheer the three let off when she announced that their scores were in, but she recovered fast and chuckled at the three eager faces in front of her.
"Before I tell you your scores I think a few points of reference will be needed" Adolfine said as she stepped up next to one of those swinging boards that teachers use and flipped it over to reveal a couple of graphs and a lot of notes.
"First around here we don't so much read magical capacity as we do your magical output, which is expressed in MPS or Magical units Per Second. Too even express magical ability you need to have a score of one thousand MPS, to produce a combat worthy shield you'd need two thousand and to fly without a striker unit you need three thousand MPS" Adolfine said a she used a ruler to point at different points along the first graph before she turned to Harry "and Harry just so you know. Before you came here the strongest wizard on record was only twenty four fifty, I'd say it safe to say that you can beat that with your eyes closed and half asleep."
Adolfine reached into one of the large pockets on her officer's coat and pulled out three sealed envelopes.
"I haven't looked at these yet so your scores will be a surprised to all of us" Adolfine said while she looked through the three envelopes before she picked out one and held it up "how about we start with you Lynette, as you're the only regular witch in the stack" Lynette nodded and affirmative as she started to feel nervous about what her score would look like. Adolfine tore up the envelope and pulled out the letter within, gave it a quick once over before she smiled at the nervous girl.
"Lynette you managed to achieve a score of sixteen thousand MPS, congratulations" Lynette found herself smiling at the knowledge that she'd gotten such a good score, and blushing from all the praise she was getting especially from Harry and her sister.
"Harry your next" Harry suddenly found himself very nervous, he already know that he was going to be famous again because he was the only boy around that could fight on the same level as a regular witch, now he was going to find out just how bad the fame was going to be. He watch nervously as Adolfine tore open his envelope and started looking over his score. His nerves only got worse as first shock and then disbelief run rampant over Adolfine face. Finally the Karlsland witch lifted her eyes from the letter to look at Harry.
"Twenty two thousand MPS" Wilma had been in the middle of taking a drink of tea when Adolfine said that and was so shocked that she sprayed tea everywhere.
"You've got to be joking boss lady?" Wilma shouted as she looked wildly at the older Karlsland witch.
"I am most assuredly not joking Sergeant" Adolfine growled at Wilma as she continued to inspect the labs letter "in fact that lab thinks Harry is stronger then that but something is interfering with his mag-"a rhythmic thumping sound interrupted Adolfine's mini rant, and when she and Wilma turned to look for the source they found Harry beating his head on a table while Lynette tried to get him to stop and Hermione was trying not to laugh while also trying to help Lynette.
"Harry, why are you trying to crack your own skull?" Adolfine asked confused.
"Because I can't ever been normal, even in a different dimension" Harry said as he finally stopped beating his head on the poor table.
"But you'll be the most famous wizard in our world and-" Wilma stopped talking fast as Harry gave her the strongest glare he could manage.
"Yes famous and that going to be the start of a battle that will make the Neuroi look like a bunch of pansies in comparison. All those bloody reporters chasing me everywhere, not giving me a moments peace, reporting every little thing I say either I want them to or not. And don't be me started on the bloody fan girls" Harry said before he let his head fall back to the table top with a resounding thud. Lynette was looking at Harry in shock, she couldn't even think of something to say to try and cheer her boyfriend up. Hermione just started rubbing her hand up and down Harry's back while he moped and giggled quietly to herself.
"Honestly Harry I don't think you have much to worry about this time, almost nobody around here even knows you yet. And besides Ginny name one fan girl you had back home?"
"Lisa Turpin, Su Li, Susan Bones, Lavender Brown, the Patil sisters, Luna Lovegood, Colin Creevy-"
"Harry, Colin was a boy" Hermione said with a giggle.
"I can debate that Hermione, Colin stocked me worse then anyone other then Malfoy" Harry growled to Hermione's continued and growing amusement.
"Let's get back on track please" a thoroughly confused Adolfine said as she pulled Hermione's scores out of their envelope. It took everyone less the five seconds to figure out that Hermione's scores most of been in the same league as Harry's if the disbelief on Adolfine's face was anything to go by.
"Hermione, you manage twenty six thousand MPS" Hermione felt her jaw drop at hearing that she was stronger then Harry, and Harry lifted his head off the table enough to smile at his friend.
"Damn! Two elites, and powerful ones to" Wilma said after giving a whistle of appreciation.
"What?" Harry and Hermione asked.
"In our world an elite can either a witch ace with over fifty kills or a witch with a power rating over twenty thousand" Adolfine said as she slipped into teacher mode.
"So it's a title for those with either great skill or great power?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, though at the moment almost all the elites active in the war are those of great skill as only about one in every thousand witches could qualify as an elite by power, and almost all of them are in non combat roles at the moment."
"So how is this going to affect our training?" Harry asked.
"It shouldn't unless someone tries using you as propaganda tools to 'raise moral'" Adolfine looked at the clock on the back wall of the hanger and grimaced slightly. "We can continue this discussion at another time as we have training to do so Harry, Hermione please board a Fire Moth and we'll get started" Harry and Hermione knew better then to argue by now and climbed into the strikers. Adolfine climbed in with Hermione and they started doing their usual short hops to get Hermione over her fear of flying, or at least get it under control.
Harry and Wilma in the mean while started working on all the ground maneuvers that Harry needed to learn in order to catch up with Hermione and Lynette. Harry had to work very hard to keep himself under control and to not just kick Wilma out of the striker and take off. Wilma seemed to realize this and was feeding Harry the information he needed to know as quickly as she could while also making sure that Harry could actually do what she was telling him to do. By the end of Harry's time was up for the day Wilma told him she was sure that he'd probably be flying by sometime the next day and the day after that for sure.
After finishing up with Harry Wilma spent the rest of the day with Lynette and Lynette was flying on her own within an hour; something that Harry was slightly envious of. Lynette didn't feel comfortable enough to do anything more then fly laps around the hanger and runway though.
The day ended with three very tired teens being loaded into Mrs. Bishop's car for the long ride home. Along the way Mrs. Bishop grilled her kids about their day and how their training had went. She had been very impressed by the MPS scores and took her time lavishing praise on each of them, making them all blush profusely. Mrs. Bishop also spent some time reinforcing the warnings she'd giving them about the dangers of their chosen trade and impressing on them the need to be careful and listen to their instructors.
They arrived home just after dark and had just enough energy left for a quick dinner before they trudged off to bed.
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"Harry time to wake up" Hermione said as she gave the boy a gentle shake as she tried to wake her sleeping friend. Harry mumbled something and rolled away from the unwanted interruption of his blessed sleep.
"Harrry!" Hermione growled out as she shock Harry harder only for Harry to take a swipe at her before pulling the bedcovers tighter around himself. Hermione stood glaring at her sleeping friend while tapping her foot heavily on the floor.
"Harry James Potter you have until I return to drag your arse out of that bed and get dressed. Failure to comply WILL NOT BE PLEASANT FOR YOU!" Hermione shouted the last part at the still sleeping boy before doing an about face and stomped from the room. Within a few moments she had reached the kitchen and her stomping had lessened to merely heavy walking and she dropped into one of the empty seats with a huff. Mrs. Bishop raised an eyebrow at the girl who was normally much more polite than this.
"Is there some bothering you this morning Hermione" Mrs. Bishop asked as she laid a plate of French toast and sausage in front of the bushy haired girl.
"Not really Mrs. Bishop; Harry's just being a git this morning" Hermione said as she started to attack her breakfast.
"Oh, how so" Minnie asked as she considered having some words with the boy.
"He just being lazy and won't get up this morning. I'll go handle it if he's not up by the time I'm done eating I'll go make him regret it."
"But Harry's usually so punctual in the morning, what happened to bring this on?" Mrs. Bishop asked. Hermione swallowed the bite she'd been chewing on to give herself some time to think before answering.
"Harry's been better then he normally is about mornings so far. When we're in school I usually have to start dragging him out of bed for morning classes by the third week; though to be fair to Ms. Galland and Wilma most of the teachers we had in Hogwarts required a lot more from their students and taught larger classes".
"And their subjects probably didn't interest him as much as flying apparently does?" Minnie asked with a smirk that got Hermione giggling.
"Actually I think Harry found all magical subjects interesting at first; but between actually studying them and the attitudes of some of the teachers I'm not surprised that Harry and many of our friends lost interest" Hermione said as she finished her breakfast and took her plate and silverware to the sink. She then pulled her wand from her sleeve and started marching back towards the room that Harry had been sleeping in. When Hermione got there she found that Harry was indeed still in bed. Hermione could feel one of her eyebrows starting to twitch.
"Harry I warned you; Now face the consequences of not listening" Hermione growled as she pointed her wand at the still sleeping boy. Behind her Mrs. Bishop slipped into the room to observe what was about to happen.
"Aguamenti!" At Hermione's shouted command a torrent of water shot from the end of her wand with all the power of a five inch fire hose and blasted Harry right out of his bed and onto the floor. Minnie figured the water was also pretty cold if the semi girlish scream Harry loosed when the water hit him was anything to go by.
"Hermione! What the hell was that for?!" Harry shouted/asked as he sat on the floor shivering like a drowned puppy.
"For not getting up when you're told to!" Hermione snarled back. The two teens glared at each other for a few moments before Mrs. Bishop's amusement wore off and she shoed them from the room to get ready for the day.
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Chapter End.
I apologize for making you all what this long for this chapter but things came up.
As always please review and let me known how I'm doing, because I'm starting to loose that thread of this story and the best way to help me keep focused is with a few comments that actually make me think.
Until next time, thanks.
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It was nearly dinner time before Lynette and Hermione recovered enough from their training exhaustion to wake up.
After having a quick dinner Lynette nervously asked Harry if he wanted to take his bath with her again. Poor Harry went very pale as he considered what he should say to her. Did he tell Lynette about Wilma dragging him into the bath earlier; or should he just keep quiet and hope Lynette never found out about it. Considering that Wilma might blab on him just for entertainment value Harry decided that it would be better for him if he just come clean and begged for mercy.
Five minutes of embarrassing explanation later and Harry was sure that he was about to die if the stony look on Lynette's face was anything to go by. So when Lynette gave Harry a hug and a peck on the cheek the poor boy nearly jumped out of his skin.
"Thank you Harry; for at least being man enough to tell me what happened" Lynette said as she nuzzled into Harry's neck "most under try to keep something like that happening under wraps."
"So you're not mad at me?" asked Harry hopefully.
"I understand what Wilma was trying to do Harry and everything she told you is true; I just don't like the way she told you, Wilma isn't known for having much tack in our family plus it was entertaining for her to watch you squirm." Lynette said before she pulled her head back and playfully glared at Harry.
"That said you Harry Potter owe me lots of hugs and kisses to make up for this" Harry smiled back at her and pulled Lynette's head back to him for a hard kiss on the lips while his left hand slipped into its usual place and started caressing Lynette's ass through her cotton panties. After a few moments of making out Lynette pulled herself back and smiled at her boyfriend.
"Well you're making a good start" Lynette said with a light blush on her cheeks "but I still need a shower. Guess I'll just ask Hermione" Lynette turned and went looking for her bushy haired friend, though Harry couldn't help noticing the way Lynette exaggerated the sway of her hips just a little as she walked away.
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The morning after the Harry's bathroom torture session with Wilma found the three trainee's back in their hanger at the RAF base.
"Before we start today's training" Adolfine stated as she stood in front of her three students "I thought you'd like to know your scores from the test earlier" Poor Adolfine nearly jumped out of her skin as at the loud cheer the three let off when she announced that their scores were in, but she recovered fast and chuckled at the three eager faces in front of her.
"Before I tell you your scores I think a few points of reference will be needed" Adolfine said as she stepped up next to one of those swinging boards that teachers use and flipped it over to reveal a couple of graphs and a lot of notes.
"First around here we don't so much read magical capacity as we do your magical output, which is expressed in MPS or Magical units Per Second. Too even express magical ability you need to have a score of one thousand MPS, to produce a combat worthy shield you'd need two thousand and to fly without a striker unit you need three thousand MPS" Adolfine said a she used a ruler to point at different points along the first graph before she turned to Harry "and Harry just so you know. Before you came here the strongest wizard on record was only twenty four fifty, I'd say it safe to say that you can beat that with your eyes closed and half asleep."
Adolfine reached into one of the large pockets on her officer's coat and pulled out three sealed envelopes.
"I haven't looked at these yet so your scores will be a surprised to all of us" Adolfine said while she looked through the three envelopes before she picked out one and held it up "how about we start with you Lynette, as you're the only regular witch in the stack" Lynette nodded and affirmative as she started to feel nervous about what her score would look like. Adolfine tore up the envelope and pulled out the letter within, gave it a quick once over before she smiled at the nervous girl.
"Lynette you managed to achieve a score of sixteen thousand MPS, congratulations" Lynette found herself smiling at the knowledge that she'd gotten such a good score, and blushing from all the praise she was getting especially from Harry and her sister.
"Harry your next" Harry suddenly found himself very nervous, he already know that he was going to be famous again because he was the only boy around that could fight on the same level as a regular witch, now he was going to find out just how bad the fame was going to be. He watch nervously as Adolfine tore open his envelope and started looking over his score. His nerves only got worse as first shock and then disbelief run rampant over Adolfine face. Finally the Karlsland witch lifted her eyes from the letter to look at Harry.
"Twenty two thousand MPS" Wilma had been in the middle of taking a drink of tea when Adolfine said that and was so shocked that she sprayed tea everywhere.
"You've got to be joking boss lady?" Wilma shouted as she looked wildly at the older Karlsland witch.
"I am most assuredly not joking Sergeant" Adolfine growled at Wilma as she continued to inspect the labs letter "in fact that lab thinks Harry is stronger then that but something is interfering with his mag-"a rhythmic thumping sound interrupted Adolfine's mini rant, and when she and Wilma turned to look for the source they found Harry beating his head on a table while Lynette tried to get him to stop and Hermione was trying not to laugh while also trying to help Lynette.
"Harry, why are you trying to crack your own skull?" Adolfine asked confused.
"Because I can't ever been normal, even in a different dimension" Harry said as he finally stopped beating his head on the poor table.
"But you'll be the most famous wizard in our world and-" Wilma stopped talking fast as Harry gave her the strongest glare he could manage.
"Yes famous and that going to be the start of a battle that will make the Neuroi look like a bunch of pansies in comparison. All those bloody reporters chasing me everywhere, not giving me a moments peace, reporting every little thing I say either I want them to or not. And don't be me started on the bloody fan girls" Harry said before he let his head fall back to the table top with a resounding thud. Lynette was looking at Harry in shock, she couldn't even think of something to say to try and cheer her boyfriend up. Hermione just started rubbing her hand up and down Harry's back while he moped and giggled quietly to herself.
"Honestly Harry I don't think you have much to worry about this time, almost nobody around here even knows you yet. And besides Ginny name one fan girl you had back home?"
"Lisa Turpin, Su Li, Susan Bones, Lavender Brown, the Patil sisters, Luna Lovegood, Colin Creevy-"
"Harry, Colin was a boy" Hermione said with a giggle.
"I can debate that Hermione, Colin stocked me worse then anyone other then Malfoy" Harry growled to Hermione's continued and growing amusement.
"Let's get back on track please" a thoroughly confused Adolfine said as she pulled Hermione's scores out of their envelope. It took everyone less the five seconds to figure out that Hermione's scores most of been in the same league as Harry's if the disbelief on Adolfine's face was anything to go by.
"Hermione, you manage twenty six thousand MPS" Hermione felt her jaw drop at hearing that she was stronger then Harry, and Harry lifted his head off the table enough to smile at his friend.
"Damn! Two elites, and powerful ones to" Wilma said after giving a whistle of appreciation.
"What?" Harry and Hermione asked.
"In our world an elite can either a witch ace with over fifty kills or a witch with a power rating over twenty thousand" Adolfine said as she slipped into teacher mode.
"So it's a title for those with either great skill or great power?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, though at the moment almost all the elites active in the war are those of great skill as only about one in every thousand witches could qualify as an elite by power, and almost all of them are in non combat roles at the moment."
"So how is this going to affect our training?" Harry asked.
"It shouldn't unless someone tries using you as propaganda tools to 'raise moral'" Adolfine looked at the clock on the back wall of the hanger and grimaced slightly. "We can continue this discussion at another time as we have training to do so Harry, Hermione please board a Fire Moth and we'll get started" Harry and Hermione knew better then to argue by now and climbed into the strikers. Adolfine climbed in with Hermione and they started doing their usual short hops to get Hermione over her fear of flying, or at least get it under control.
Harry and Wilma in the mean while started working on all the ground maneuvers that Harry needed to learn in order to catch up with Hermione and Lynette. Harry had to work very hard to keep himself under control and to not just kick Wilma out of the striker and take off. Wilma seemed to realize this and was feeding Harry the information he needed to know as quickly as she could while also making sure that Harry could actually do what she was telling him to do. By the end of Harry's time was up for the day Wilma told him she was sure that he'd probably be flying by sometime the next day and the day after that for sure.
After finishing up with Harry Wilma spent the rest of the day with Lynette and Lynette was flying on her own within an hour; something that Harry was slightly envious of. Lynette didn't feel comfortable enough to do anything more then fly laps around the hanger and runway though.
The day ended with three very tired teens being loaded into Mrs. Bishop's car for the long ride home. Along the way Mrs. Bishop grilled her kids about their day and how their training had went. She had been very impressed by the MPS scores and took her time lavishing praise on each of them, making them all blush profusely. Mrs. Bishop also spent some time reinforcing the warnings she'd giving them about the dangers of their chosen trade and impressing on them the need to be careful and listen to their instructors.
They arrived home just after dark and had just enough energy left for a quick dinner before they trudged off to bed.
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"Harry time to wake up" Hermione said as she gave the boy a gentle shake as she tried to wake her sleeping friend. Harry mumbled something and rolled away from the unwanted interruption of his blessed sleep.
"Harrry!" Hermione growled out as she shock Harry harder only for Harry to take a swipe at her before pulling the bedcovers tighter around himself. Hermione stood glaring at her sleeping friend while tapping her foot heavily on the floor.
"Harry James Potter you have until I return to drag your arse out of that bed and get dressed. Failure to comply WILL NOT BE PLEASANT FOR YOU!" Hermione shouted the last part at the still sleeping boy before doing an about face and stomped from the room. Within a few moments she had reached the kitchen and her stomping had lessened to merely heavy walking and she dropped into one of the empty seats with a huff. Mrs. Bishop raised an eyebrow at the girl who was normally much more polite than this.
"Is there some bothering you this morning Hermione" Mrs. Bishop asked as she laid a plate of French toast and sausage in front of the bushy haired girl.
"Not really Mrs. Bishop; Harry's just being a git this morning" Hermione said as she started to attack her breakfast.
"Oh, how so" Minnie asked as she considered having some words with the boy.
"He just being lazy and won't get up this morning. I'll go handle it if he's not up by the time I'm done eating I'll go make him regret it."
"But Harry's usually so punctual in the morning, what happened to bring this on?" Mrs. Bishop asked. Hermione swallowed the bite she'd been chewing on to give herself some time to think before answering.
"Harry's been better then he normally is about mornings so far. When we're in school I usually have to start dragging him out of bed for morning classes by the third week; though to be fair to Ms. Galland and Wilma most of the teachers we had in Hogwarts required a lot more from their students and taught larger classes".
"And their subjects probably didn't interest him as much as flying apparently does?" Minnie asked with a smirk that got Hermione giggling.
"Actually I think Harry found all magical subjects interesting at first; but between actually studying them and the attitudes of some of the teachers I'm not surprised that Harry and many of our friends lost interest" Hermione said as she finished her breakfast and took her plate and silverware to the sink. She then pulled her wand from her sleeve and started marching back towards the room that Harry had been sleeping in. When Hermione got there she found that Harry was indeed still in bed. Hermione could feel one of her eyebrows starting to twitch.
"Harry I warned you; Now face the consequences of not listening" Hermione growled as she pointed her wand at the still sleeping boy. Behind her Mrs. Bishop slipped into the room to observe what was about to happen.
"Aguamenti!" At Hermione's shouted command a torrent of water shot from the end of her wand with all the power of a five inch fire hose and blasted Harry right out of his bed and onto the floor. Minnie figured the water was also pretty cold if the semi girlish scream Harry loosed when the water hit him was anything to go by.
"Hermione! What the hell was that for?!" Harry shouted/asked as he sat on the floor shivering like a drowned puppy.
"For not getting up when you're told to!" Hermione snarled back. The two teens glared at each other for a few moments before Mrs. Bishop's amusement wore off and she shoed them from the room to get ready for the day.
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Chapter End.
I apologize for making you all what this long for this chapter but things came up.
As always please review and let me known how I'm doing, because I'm starting to loose that thread of this story and the best way to help me keep focused is with a few comments that actually make me think.
Until next time, thanks.
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