Chapter 25

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Dream of Many Dreams - You are psychic!

Title:

Wishing it would end

Chapter 25

When he reported for his detention on Saturday, Harry had been tempted to wear the actual gear that he figured he would need to wear but he also didn't want to give Raiden an excuse to tear open his mind. Imhotep was more than enough, thank you very much.

Instead he wore a track suit and his running shoes and his windbreaker jacket was layered with multiple warming charms and he wore a long sleeved thermal underneath a green short sleeved shirt. His hands were still in gauze and Raiden merely raised any eyebrow at them.

"You haven't been to the nurse?"

Harry shook his head, "No sir, haven't a clue what was on that potion's floor anyway."

Raiden nodded, "We shall have them healed later." Raiden said as he led Gryffin to the ROR on the seventh floor and opened it to find the room the size of a football field with a track around it.

"Stretch and then begin running. Oh, and you may as well take off your jacket."

Harry nodded as he took it off and hung it up by the door on one of several hooks that appeared. He then began a thorough stretching before beginning to run.

By the seventh mile his legs were starting to ache and Raiden didn't even look up from the book he was reading. By the tenth he was starting to slow down and sweat was starting to soak through his T-shirt.

"Did I say you could slow down!" Raiden yelled as he slowed down at the finish line, briefly entertaining the thought that Raiden would be content with him doing ten miles. "You can do another ten for that!"

Harry nodded and almost got hit in the head when Raiden chucked a water bottle at him. He barely managed to catch it before he nodded his head to the Professor in thanks and took a swallow full of it and carried it around for his next few laps, drinking a little until Raiden chucked another at him and then started doing so every other lap (six of them meant a mile) and he did notice that the weight of the water bottle gradually increased until it felt as though he was carrying around an extra 35 lbs (15.88 kilograms).

At the twenty mile mark, his shirt was soaked from his own sweat and from the last bottle of water that he'd simply emptied over his face and chest - it cooled him off for about ten seconds.

Then Raiden led him over to where some exercise mats were on the ground.

"Drop and give me fifty!"

Gryff breathed in loudly, still trying to catch his breath. It'd been a while since he'd had to run more than ten miles at once. Too long if he was this winded.

"Now!"

He did the fifty in less time than he'd done his first lap.

"Now sit-ups, do an even 175!"

'How is 175 an even number?' he thought as he did them, Raiden even being so gracious enough to stand on his feet. By the time he was done, his feet were slightly numb.

"Give me 100 squat thrusts now!"

Oh he hated these. His Raiden knew it, mainly because… yep this Raiden magicked on the 50 kilo backpack onto his back as well.

This sucked.

250 bends and thrusts later he was starting to really feel it. Then Raiden revealed to him the obstacle course after kindly banishing the backpack.

He would have to do the entire thing in less than three and a half minutes. Now, normally, this wouldn't be a problem but after the eventful day he'd had… He'd be pushing it.

It had a wonderful rope wall, the pipe walker, the wire course (he would have to crawl under it for about fifty feet), the mud pit and then the monkey bars (this last one might sound like fun but it was extremely difficult to do after being soaked to the bone in mud) and then it looked like he was doing to have to jump over the logs set at two meter intervals while being sprayed by a … firehose? Oh well, at least he'd get cleaned off.

Then and only then would he be finished.

Yeah right and the Easter Bunny hates eggs.

The first time he tried to take it easy, let himself recover a little but every time he spent a little too much time on an obstacle Raiden sent a stinging hex at him.

The second time he got his ankle caught in the rope wall and hung upside down for about five minutes before Raiden graciously got him down again. Then he added in another obstacle. A rope swing. Not so bad but if he didn't stick the landing right he'd fall right into the second mud pit underneath the monkey bars or the fact that if he fell backward it would be into a pit of thorns.

Oh he hated Raiden.

Meantime…

Raiden had to admit to himself that the kid was tougher than he looked. Even though he looked completely wiped out as the teacher hadn't let him rest for more than a few precious seconds.

The second attempt at the course seemed like it was going better until the teen got himself caught and Raiden hadn't noticed him hanging upside down for nearly five minutes. The lad looked like he was ready to pass out but he couldn't and wouldn't let that mistake go unpunished. So, another obstacle was added.

He hadn't had this much fun in years.

Harry finished with 2 minutes and 29.8 seconds after running the course for nearly 15 minutes (including the five he spent upside down).

He promptly wanted to pass out.

Then a building materialized in front of him.

And a toothbrush.

He glared at the teacher.

He cleaned a 3 by 5 meter building (10 feet by 16 and a half feet) with a toothbrush and nearly fell asleep but was stung by his MOST FAVORITEST Hex in the whole world! (note the sarcasm)

He hated Raiden. The Meat Processor was one thing. He could handle it. This, this was just random things to torture him. His Raiden had a cycle. Sit-ups, push-ups, squat thrusts, lunges, pull-ups, one-armed push ups, disc throws, shooting, sparing, (the most torturous of it was the sitting statue exercise - if he moved he would have to stay that way until Raiden told him he could release the pose, not a good thing when you're thirteen and had to sneeze, his hands covered with snot had remained next to his face for three hours and his back remained bowed for that entire time). He didn't like this one bit.

Then he found the ropes.

It was set up like a forest but there were thick ropes hanging down from the trees at random places. At the top of the ropes he could see things glowing.

"As you've undoubtedly noticed, there are things on the limbs. Your goal is to get them as quickly as possible without injuring yourself." Raiden explained as he handed him what looked to be a lady's bohemian cloth bag - it was even pink!

Harry nodded, as he dutifully put it on - this was going to hurt. His hands were quite soft from practically soaking them in water for the last three and a half hours. The gauze he'd wrapped them with was soaked and his knuckles had been split back open thanks to the toothbrush exercise. This was going to be fun!

His hands started bleeding through his palms before he even got to the first basket he took the item from the basket and put it into the bag before he began to climb down the rope.

One down, four to go.

The third one, on his way down, he lost his grip and slid down the rope for nearly a full meter before managing to regain his grip after wrapping the rope around his left leg. The rope turned pink on his way down.

Raiden was content to watch the teen climb the ropes and put the items into the pink purse. He really wished the teen had even bothered to look at the items. Each one was a labeled potion. One to heal his hands (he was glad the last tree had an extra dosage), one was a nutrient supplement, the other was a stimulant to keep the teen awake and the other was a hydration potion. 'oh well, he'll be able to sneak sips of them during the next obstacle.'

His hands were bloody and aching by the time he got down from the last tree.

It was a maze. Honestly, Raiden had been a bit inspired by the third task of the tri-wizard tournament. Roman's student Falcon had been involved with that darn thing and had told him quite a bit about it up to the point that he'd been bewitched by Crouch Jr. Falcon still blamed himself for not being able to throw off a curse that Roman freely admitted that he couldn't throw off.

Only his maze was Elite style.

Torture.

He found the kid on his back, with a dummy holding a sword to his neck.

He called it off. "Are you enjoying yourself, Mr. Gryffin?"

Harry glared at him.

"Take the potions in your bag. You might just need them."

Harry glared at him as he found the labeled potions, "Sir…"

"I'd rather you not bleed to death before my detention is over. This school frowns upon that for some reason." Raiden said thoughtfully and shrugged. He deactivated the dummy and watched as it went over to the corner where it hung limp. "There is no center of this maze to get to. You will need to get out the old fashioned way - find the end and make sure you aren't too damaged to continue. IF you can."

Harry stood, "I'm not the heir of Gryffindor for nothing, sir. You can't just say words like that."

"I think I just did." Raiden said with a smile even though mentally a million thoughts were going through his head. He pushed it out of his mind, he would have time to think later.

Harry glared at the man, 'Them's fightin words.' he thought with a smirk. He'd never been a big fan of TV but he had enjoyed Looney Tunes that Eleanor (Raiden's daughter) had made him watch when he'd volunteered to watch her and Zac so Raiden and his wife Kimberley Wyatt Kelle could have a date night. Raiden and Kim had come back to find him out of morph and sleeping with Eleanor snuggled into his side and Zac snuggled into the opposite corner of the couch. Kimberley had taken a picture and it (as far as he knew) was still on their mantle.

He stalked off in the direction he'd been headed in before being ambushed by the doll.

Good thing he hadn't taken the healing potions yet. By the time he was finished with the maze he had a cut going down his jaw and a purple black eye that was almost swollen shut. He hated mannequins - especially animated ones.

'He's Gryffindor's heir. No wonder he can handle all of this. Riddle tried to kill off the Gryffin family years ago and has yet to succeed. With all of that gold and connections at his disposal, it's no wonder he's one of the top students in his year. He even seems bored 50% of the time. He only seems to pay attention when I introduce something about the ICW…' Raiden thought as he tried without success to not think about the confirmation he'd learned.

He saw Gryffin exit the maze twenty minutes later, impressive considering that he'd been in there for over an hour. 'Maybe I should let him rest… nah. He can do that on Sunday.'

Harry was seriously considering to tell Kelle to shove it when he saw the world blur around him as the maze turned into… the training grounds?

He frowned, he didn't understand what was going on. Was Kelle trying to mess with his mind?

"Take off your shirts. We're going to duel."

Harry took off his shirts and went to draw his wand but then Kelle cut him off. "You won't be needing that."

Harry shook his head and put his wand carefully over his folded shirts, but not before hitting them with a couple cleaning charms.

Kelle nearly nodded in approval.

They went to the other side of the mats, far enough away from their wands so they wouldn't be tempted to get them if the duel got intense.

It did.

Harry started out just doing simple stuff, not wanting Raiden to go all Raiden on him. But then Raiden got in a cheap shot.

All bets were off.

'Damn this kid is fast.' Raiden thought as he blocked another potential blow. 'And SOMEONE trained him.' he thought as he nearly got hit in the face. 'Man, if he found Ares' dojo… I am going to kill that -'

A kick.

A block.

A flip.

A hit.

This wasn't going to end any time soon - that much they both knew but Harry knew one thing that Raiden didn't know about him.

How to make Raiden see the birdies.

It was a cheap shot, even Harry would admit that eventually but it was guaranteed to knock Raiden out for a good half an hour and give him a chance to recover. The man had put more bruises on him and gave him more aches in the last hour than his Raiden ever could.

'Yet another reason why Raiden would've been so better off without me.' he thought as he walked over to his things.

He didn't do much more than chug one of the potions down (the healer) before he sat down and waited for Raiden to wake up.

His head hurt - a lot.

'I'm gonna kill that escuincle.' he thought, thinking of what his mother - a Navajo from New Mexico - would say that someone had quite literally handed his ass to him. It hadn't happened to him for a while.

He sat up and saw the teen sitting at the edge of the training grounds. He looked a little better, as though he'd actually broken down and drank the spare Healing Potion that was in the bag.

Then he remembered one task that his Abuelo had once made him do.

You think Raiden is bad, just look at who he inherited it from!

'Water or Hay?' he thought as he looked at the teen who was practically sleeping sitting up.

He looked at the teen and decided.

Bring on the Bales.

While the teen sat, unaware. The scenery changed. The open training grounds became a barn and on one side of the gigantic barn was a neatly stacked bunch of bales. The goal was to take apart the bales one by one and then move them pitch forkful by pitch forkful to the other side of the barn. The condition: only one pitch forkful could be moved at a time.

To make it less of a hell, he made sure to include a water faucet that would turn on every twenty times the teen moved a forkful. There was even a set of leather gloves for the teen to protect his hands!

"Get up!" Raiden yelled with a truly evil grin on his face.

Harry froze as he realized just how … close he'd been to sleep. Then he looked around himself and swore, this was going to suck.

He just didn't know how much.

He'd immediately put on the gloves that Raiden offered and had to admit that the task wasn't that strenuous. He didn't even notice how long he was going at it until water started gushing out of the faucet.

He ignored it. And the next time. And the next time.

But eventually that pitchfork started to feel heavy and he wasn't even halfway! He began to time himself by how many times the water gushed from the faucet - even if he didn't drink from it every time.

Trust Raiden to come up with a new form of punishment.

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Note: The Hay Bales part was inspired a bit (ok, a lot) by RebelAnarchist who gave me the barrel example. I would hate to loose roof privileges for a week! I went with Hay because MY grandparents (like Raiden's) were Organic farmers for the better part of forty years until Alzheimer's took my grandfather away from us.

Poll: Should Harry's Elite Tattoo - which will say EVERYTHING about his training - be revealed to Raiden? Remember, the weekend might be nearly over but I can come up with an excuse for Harry to have to take off his shirt. Say, fire, water, electricity or all of the above.

I want to note that this poll will not be on my profile. So you have to review to say YES - it is revealed or NO - it isn't. Two or Three letters, and you lot know that I allow anonymous reviews!

I could go either way, but this way I'll be greedy and get my reviews.

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