"Speech"
'Thoughts'
air drops and fuckups.
Two days after the first task John and harry are sitting in there room doing maintenance on their gear. John suddenly freezes.
"We didn't see the bloody article."
Harry glanced up at him.
"What article?"
"The one that you had the interview for after the wand weighing ceremony."
Harry frowned "I remember reading the paper covering the ceremony there was very little in it about us beyond that I won't be using magic, wonder why."
"Probably to do with prejudice."
"Wonder when the article about the first task will come out?"
"It's out there's a copy over there" john gestured to the table. "It doesn't say much about your performance except that you came last. Oh and that you somehow cheated due to a loop hole in the contract."
"Pricks."
"Yup."
Harry looked at john "say how's Fleur doing didn't she get hurt during her task?"
John swore under his breath as a piece of his rifle fell on the floor before looking up at harry.
"Yea some burns but she's fine the doc here fixed the worst of it and gave her some foul smelling balm, stuff stunk like petrol."
John gave a triumphant cry as he found the missing part.
"Oh yea harry I was supposed to tell you something."
"What?"
"There's going to be a yule ball."
Harry cocked an eyebrow at john. "So?"
"You have to dance in the opening song."
Harry groaned. "Does this mean I have to find a dance partner?"
John grinned at him. "Yup."
Harry dropped his head into his hands before groaning loudly.
John just laughed at him.
The day of the drop
A number of people both students and teachers had left the castle to watch the two troopers prepare for the drop many believing it would fail in fact a number of bets had been placed with two red headed twins.
Earlier in the day john had left the wards in order to relay the coordinates for the drop meaning that all they had to do was set off a red smoke grenade so the approaching aircraft knew to commence the drop.
"How long until the plane enters out AO? (Area of operation)"
John shot a glare at harry and sighed "considering that you asked two minutes ago it is now five minutes and if you ask again in another two minutes I will hurt you."
Harry chucked and glanced at the crowd that had gathered. "Shouldn't we move these people back?"
"Yea we should" he turned to the crowd "listen up folks we are going to need you all to move back inside for you own safety"
The students began to grumble but the teachers who had come outside to watch began to shepherd them back into the castle, where they immediately moved to the nearest windows.
Professor McGonagall approached the pair. "How long must the student be contained inside the castle for?" she asked.
John looked at her. "Well the plane arrives in just under seven minutes, so I'd say they need to stay inside for ten minutes or until the drop is complete."
"Very well then." She then proceeded inside forcing the few reluctant stragglers with her.
Harry glanced at his watch and grinned at john "sooooo, how long till the plane gets here"
John spun on the spot and began to advance on harry who began rapidly back-pedaling.
"It's been three minutes, it's been three minutes, it's been three min OW."
He was cut off as john slammed the but of his rifle against his chest, Harrys vest absorbing most of the damage. John glanced at his watch and swore under hi breath before jogging over to the drop zone he removed a green cylinder with red tape around it from a pouch on his vest before glancing at his watch again.
After another minute had passed he pulled the pin on the grenade and dropped it at his feet releasing a torrent of red smoke before running back to harry.
"There let's hope noting goes wrong."
Harry nods and they both turn their attention to the sky. Before long they spot the plane, its path will take it directly over them once the drop is completed parachutes deploy from the back and drag a large square shape from the plane.
As the object approaches john notices something.
"It's getting ofly close."
Not taking his eyes off the object harry replied. "Yup"
As it got closer john reacted.
"SHITE RUN!" they both ran in opposite directions away from the now much larger object witch then landed where they had been stood moments before.
"Fuck me that was close" breathed john.
The parachutes had now covered the object but he could still see something was off about it.
"Hay harry does this look a lot bigger than expected?"
Harry stood next to john with a frown on his face. "Yea it does…"
John shrugged and grabbed one of the parachutes. "Well let's find out why."
He pulled the parachute off before gawking at what had been revealed.
John was the first to speak up. "You have got to be shitting me"
"A… a warrior? They sent us a bloody infantry fighting vehicle. Why?"
John looked grimly at harry. "A demonstration most likely."
"A demonstration? So it's a dick waving contest."
"Pretty much."
"…so your fucked then."
John razed an eye brow. "And how do you figure that?"
"Well its common knowledge around the squad that you don't have a dick."
John responds by sweeping Harrys legs out from under him causing him to fall flat on his back before kicking him in the side.
"Why?" groaned harry.
"Cause you're a prick that's why, now help me unload this thing."
As he move towards the encaged warrior a loud wump made him pause.
"The fuck was that?"
Harry just groaned in response.
Looking around he noticed a large crate sitting on the ground a couple of dozen feet away marked as a munitions drop.
'Must be the ammo for the warrior.'
Glancing down at harry who still lay on the ground be sighed before kicking him again.
"Will you get up already?"
"I'll get up when you stop kicking me."
"An I'll stop kicking you when you stop being a bloody twat all the time. Now common we have work to do."
And chapter six done.
I have found a bit of free time recently with collage ending and getting some time off work, so
I'm hoping for attest on chapter a week or failing that two a month.