Time flies when you're having fun, no matter what decade you're in. Suddenly Harry, Steve and Bucky found themselves graduating. Harry had been given permission to miss school for a weekend in order to attend Steve and Bucky's graduation ceremony the last week of May 1936. Unfortunately, Bucky was not allowed to attend Harry's; Steve, Sarah and Theodore, however, were there to see Harry be given his wand permit in June 1937. In typical Grant fashion Sarah cooked up a feast the night Harry returned home, and the three boys had a camp out in the living room.
Steve woke the morning of his nineteenth birthday in the same manner Harry woke his first Christmas in the past. Moaning he reached down to tug on Harry's hair until the younger boy lifted off Steve's cock with a wet pop. Smiling Harry moved up Steve's body until their lips met. Grabbing Harry's arms Steve flipped them and began rubbing their matching hardness together. Gasping at the feeling of Steve's cock against his own Harry dug his fingers into Steve's back. Feeling the bite of Harry's nails pushed Steve over the edge with Harry following right behind. It had taken them a few tries (and fails) but they had finally learned how to enjoy each other without nearly killing Steve.
"Happy Birthday lover."
KNOCK! KNOCK!
"Boy's it's time to get up. I have to leave for work in twenty minutes, so you better be up and in the kitchen in two." Sarah called through the door.
Laughing Harry rested his forehead on Steve's chest. "Well I guess we better get moving. I know Bucky and Jared want to go out as well." Getting up and dressed the they made their way to the kitchen.
"Oh, good. I was worried for a moment that your bed ate you."
"No, Ma. Just enjoying a lay-in on my birthday."
Sarah gave him a look that told him exactly what she thought of that. "I'm sure you were Steven. Now, eat your breakfast before the four of you go rampaging across the city." Setting plates down in front of her boys Sarah noticed an owl patiently waiting at the open window. "Hello there. Who do you have a letter for?" offering the owl treat she took the letter and looked it over. "Harry, it's for you."
"Thanks mum." Harry took the letter and glanced at the seal, not recognizing the handwriting. "I'm just going to run and freshen up quick." Taking his letter Harry left the kitchen and went into his and Steve's room. He had a feeling that the letter was about his application into the auror training program. Taking a deep breath Harry ripped the envelope open and quickly glanced at the letter. I got in. Holy shit, I'm gonna be an auror. I'll tell mum and Steve tomorrow. Putting the letter in his trunk Harry rushed back to the kitchen just in time to say goodbye to Sarah as she passed Bucky and Jared out through the door.
The letter was forgotten about until the boys returned home for dinner. "Harry," Steve pulled his boyfriend down with him onto the couch, joining Bucky and Jared in the living room. "I know that whatever was in the letter you got morning is important, and I know you're not telling us because you don't want to take away from my birthday. So, as my birthday present, I demand to know what the letter said."
Harry gently punched Steve in the arm. "You're a pillock you know that. Fine. It was an acceptance letter for the program I applied to."
"That military training thing you were telling us about. Isn't that like West Point?" Bucky asked from his spot on the floor, looking rather concerned for his brother.
"Yeah, like West Point, but it's a smaller, more specialized school. I got a scholarship to attend."
"You got in too?" Jared looked excited as he pushes Bucky over. "Hopefully we can be roommates again."
"Oh, great. I have to deal with you again Plonker." Harry dodged the pillow Jared threw at him.
"Wait; you're in the same school Brodie?" Bucky wasn't sure what to think. He had been hoping since that school was done, they would all get a job then look for a larger apartment that they could live in together. Now two of his brothers were leaving to go to some fancy military school.
"Don't worry Bucky. We still have the rest of the summer together. School doesn't start till September. I'm sure the four of us can get into enough trouble to last a while."
"Please try to make sure that whatever trouble you four get into that it doesn't land you in the hospital or in jail." Sarah commented from the doorway looking amused. "So, sweetie I hear that you and Jared have been accepted into the program."
"Yes, mum. We start in September."
"Don't forget to tell your granddad. Dinner will be ready in ten minutes. James, Jared I already let your mothers know that you were staying." Gathering around the kitchen table Sarah passed Steve and James each an envelope. "James, your mother wanted me to give you this. It looks like Harry and Jared are not the only ones going back to school in September."
Seeing the crest in the corner Steve ripped open the envelope feeling excited. Reading over the letter Steve smiled. "Yes! Auburndale Art School liked my portfolio and has accepted me. What about you Bucky?"
"I got in too. Though it's going to be difficult to pay for all this on top of rent." Bucky had moved out after graduating to give his sisters more room. Not that he had gone very far, his mother would have thrown a fit if he left the neighbourhood. The four all looked around feeling uncomfortable.
"Well," Harry looked over Steve's list. "I guess we'll have to make trouble after we all get jobs."
Steve looked up sharply. "Harry!"
"What? I have a few months free before I start, and my schooling is on scholarship. I'll get a job and help you both pay for it and I'm not going to take no for an answer."
"I'm in. Should prove fun." Jared smiled. He was more than willing to help these men whom he come to think of as brothers.
"Don't I get a say in this?" Bucky asked. It touched him that Harry and Jared were willing to get jobs just of help him and Steve pay for art school, but at the same time he didn't like taking charity.
"No." the other three all answered at the same time. After a moment the four boys began laughing.
Having jobs certainty cut into their free time for getting into trouble. It made Sarah happy, they were getting into fewer fights and Steve hadn't had a major attack. It also made it difficult for her boys to notice that she had gotten sick. It was nice in a way. She knew that she was now on borrowed time, but she didn't want her boys to worry and hover.
Unfortunately, things don't always work the way you want them to. A week after Steve and James had paid their school fees, guaranteeing them a spot, Sarah didn't come home from work. "Did she say anything to you this morning?" Steve asked after he and Harry had checked the house twice.
"No, she never said anything to me. Mist!"
"What can Mist be doing for young masters?"
"Did Mum go to visit granddad today?"
"No Young Master. Mistress is not visiting Master and she bes saying nothing to Mist."
"Okay, thank you Mist. We should go and check the hospital, maybe she picked up another shift but didn't have time to tell us."
"Right. I'm going to run over and tell Bucky and his Ma in case they start worrying. Maybe pack a change of clothes. Ma could probably use fresh ones if she's started a second shift." Not waiting for a response Steve raced out of the house as fast as he could. It took Harry a moment to collect his thoughts then he was racing to his mum's room to collect a change of clothes.
Harry met Steve and Bucky outside the apartment and together the three boys raced to the hospital. Ignoring everything else they made their way to the nurses' station Sarah normally worked at. The nurse at the desk was one they knew quite well and immediately she ushered them to the side. "I think you boys need to sit down."
"Miss MacNeil what's going on? Where's our Mum?" Harry sat down in the middle, holding both Steve's and Bucky's hands. He liked Nurse MacNeil. She was only a few years older than Bucky and was always bright and cheerful. Noticing that she seemed sad and depressed worried Harry.
"She's sick sweetie. She was doing rounds in the tuberculosis ward last month, and today she collapsed while doing her rounds. Doctor Allan has admitted her. She has TB. It…it doesn't look good. I'm sorry."
Harry felt numb and cold. He could feel Steve's hand shaking in his own. This couldn't be happening. He finally had a mum and now he was losing her not two years later.
"Can we see her?" Bucky asked. He could see that neither Harry nor Steve were holding up well, but also knew that they would want to see her at least once.
"Of course. Follow me."
Bucky helped Steve and Harry stand and guided them to follow nurse MacNeil, following behind in case he needed to guide or catch one of them. Thankfully they made it to Sarah's ward without any issues. Harry was aware enough to silently cast a protective charm to ward off disease on all four of them. He couldn't help but wonder why his mum hadn't asked him or granddad to cast it on her if she knew she was working in the TB ward.
Nurse MacNeil gave each boy a squeeze on the shoulder. "I'll leave you boys here. Let me or any of the others know if you need anything." Turning with a sad sigh the nurse left the boys alone. She and others all loved Sarah and her boys. It was hard knowing that it was only a matter of time for Sarah. Thankfully both her boys were old enough to look after themselves and would not be sent to an orphanage. Closing the ward doors behind her nurse MacNeil went to tell the others that Sarah's boys were with her.
In the ward the three boys stood around, not quite sure what to do with themselves. "Stevie? Harry?" Sarah's voice was hoarse, but her face lit up when she saw her boys. Reaching out with a shaky hand she motioned for them to come closer. "I'm so sorry. I was asked to cover April's shift in the TB ward at the last second." Harry and Steve sat on either side of the bed leaving Bucky to take the sole chair.
"Ma, I…" Steve wrung his hands, not sure what to do.
Smiling Sarah reached over and cupped her son's face. "Oh, baby. You're going to be just fine. I know it. You and James are going to become famous artists and Harry is going to be a wonderful auror. Now I don't want you to waste your time here with me. I know you have paid your tuitions, but you still need supplies so the four of you continue working and get into trouble. Now, tell me all about your day."
Sarah Theodora Rogers née Grant died on September 13, 1937. Her sons took a leave of absence from their respective schools to morn and attend the funeral held that following Saturday. She was buried next to her husband and in the same graveyard as her bearer.
The funeral was a simple, quiet affair that was completely no-Maj in traditions. Theodore had asked his grandsons if they had wanted a second wizarding funeral, but they eventually agreed that saying goodbye once would be hard enough. They boys had also refused to stay with their granddad, insisting that they needed to return home. Once he was sure that they would be looked after Theodore gladly left his boys under the care of James Barnes.
Bucky watched his two friends with concern. Neither of them had been themselves since they found out Sarah Rogers was terminally ill. "Why don't you both come stay with me? We can put the cushions on the floor again."
Steve shook his head. "Thanks Buck, but we're good." He knew that while his Ma's death was hard on him, Harry was having a worse time of it. He wanted to help his boyfriend, but he couldn't do it with Bucky hovering.
"That's just it." Bucky grabbed both boys by the shoulder and turned them around. "Neither of you have to do this alone. I'm with you punks till the end of the line."
Steve reached up and held his brother's arm. "I know that Buck. We're together, all three of us, but tonight it just needs to be me and Harry." Steve hopped Bucky would understand what Steve needed to do for Harry.
"Alright. I'll be back tomorrow morning with breakfast." Letting go of Harry's shoulder Bucky pulled Steve into a hug. "You take care of yourself, not just Harry alright punk?"
"Thanks Buck." Letting go, Steve pulled out his key and opened the door.
Bucky immediately pulled Harry into a hug as well. "Listen close Brat. None of this is your fault. Shit happens to the best of us through no fault of our own. Okay. Make sure the Punk looks after himself as well." Giving Harry one last squeeze Bucky left the two boys to comfort one another.
Steve watched his brother go, grateful that he understood. Pulling Harry close Steve guided the smaller boy into the apartment and straight to their room. Silently Steve helped Harry out of his cloths, leaving him only in his skivvies then led into their bed. Quickly and with much less care, Steve threw off his own clothes and climbed into bed beside his boyfriend pulling him close. "We'll be alright. I promise. None of this is your fault Harry. Having you in our lives makes them fuller and happier. And," Steve continued before Harry could interrupt him. Already knowing what he was going to say. "There is no proof that Ma wouldn't have died if you hadn't been here. For all we know Ma would have died last year. So, no blaming yourself understand."
"Steve," Harry whined.
"No Harry. You are in no way to blame for his. Because, if you are then so am I, more so probably. Ma was talking all those shifts so she could pay for my medical bills. I'm the reason she took the extra shift in the TB ward."
"Steve! No! you're not to blame for that." Harry quickly sat up, needing to reassure his partner that it wasn't his fault.
"Exactly. I'm not at fault and neither are you. Now, come lay back down and get some sleep. You have to be back at the academy Monday."
Nodding Harry bundled himself in the blankets and his boyfriend's arms. He was grateful that he had such an amazing boyfriend in Steve along with great brothers in Bucky and Jaybird. The next morning, he was returning to auror training and he was bound and determined to become the best auror there was. He would make his mum proud of him.
I think my training officers are trying to kill us.
No, they're not. They need you alive at the end of it all.
Not all of us. They only want the best, so they are trying to get as many of us to quit as quickly as possible. I've lost count of how many push-ups I've done.
Don't you dare let them force you home. Merlin, I want to see you, I want you home, but I swear to Helga if you come home before you become an auror I will kick your ass.
Well, if you're going to kick my arse if I get kicked out, I better not get kicked out. I really don't want you passing out or having an attack trying to kick my arse.
You're an asshole.
You love my arsehole.
Merlin Harry! You're lucky I'm at home. I just spit out my water. That would be a little hard to explain at school.
You know better than to take the journal to a no-Maj place. If you have to go out with it, at least go to the Way.
I know. I don't actually plan on taking the journal to school.
Oh, Merlin I gotta to go. They're calling us to the training grounds.
So those arseholes decided it would be a good idea to work us till 2200, then come in at 0300 and wake us by setting off explosion spells. Our sergeant yells at us to get out on the grounds. We're forced to do push-ups into jumping jacks into sit-up into push-up while they are shooting water jets at us. For TWO HOURS! I can't feel my body anymore. Distract me. Tell me about art school.
Art school is fun. Bucky and I are in most classes together, but there are a few that we have separate. I don't think I've ever seen so many naked bodies in my life. I'm really enjoying the drawing classes, while the sculpture classes are the worst. I can't ever seem to get the stupid clay to do what I want. Painting isn't so bad; the teacher says my skill in drawing will help me. Bucky's doing well in his classes and in picking up dames.
That sounds like Bucky. I'm glad you are both doing good. How did the move go?
It was alright. Didn't have much stuff. Granddad arranged for a vault to be opened to store Ma's things. I brought your things with me as well. The only problem is neither of us know how to cook and I can't call Mist for food.
Well that's what you get for skimping out on mum's lessons.
Do you know if you'll get any time off? We really missed you over Christmas.
I think so. I've heard rumours that it depends on how many are left and where we are in our training. We've already lost ten to regular auror training and another two all together.
What? Regular auror training? Harry what didn't you tell us?
Oh. I thought I did. I applied to both regular auror training and to an advance course. I was accepted to both and decided to join the advanced course. Its designed to train special ops, spies, officers, that kind of thing. We were told that if we join the auror corps after graduating we are automatically given the rank of Team Leader or Sergeant. I'm not sure which or if they're the same thing. The instructors seem to use the terms interchangeably. Its really annoying.
Do you know what you want to do when you graduate? Being in the advanced course seems to have given you more options than I originally thought.
I'm not sure. Its hard to decide knowing that the second world war will be starting up in a few years.
I forgot about that. Do you remember when it starts?
Around 1940, I think. I also seem to remember that the States don't join right away. I do remember it ends in 1945.
That's…that's not very far off.
I know, try not to focus on that though. Yes, war is horrible, and people will be killed, but we win in the end. I know it doesn't mean much right now but it's something to focus on.
Buck and I have been talking and we've both agreed that there is no way we can afford another semester at Auburndale. Granddad has offered to pay for both of us, but we would prefer to pay our own way.
Steve…I understand, I really do. Promise me you won't stop drawing. You have such talent that I would hate for you to lose it.
I won't I promise. I'll even draw in the journal for you.
I'd really like that. I've always loved your art. You know you should see if any newspapers need artists, maybe even publishers or printers.
I hadn't thought of that. Tomorrow Buck and I were going to search for jobs, I'll stop by the printers and the newspaper office. Hopefully they will give me something.
You were right.
Of course, I was. Tell me how I was right this time?
I went to the papers about getting a job drawing for them. They liked my work and hired me on the spot. I am now drawing for the Brooklyn Daily Eagle. The lead artists also suggested a couple of printers for me to go too as well. So, I did, and they hired me too!
That great Steve! What about Bucky, did he get a job?
He did. Buck's working at the old canning factory. He doesn't really like it, but it pays decent. We figured that if I keep getting commissions from the paper and publishers then get a delivery job for when I don't, we should be able to take a few art classes.
That's Brilliant! What kind of classes and where would you go to take them?
When I went to talk with my advisor about not returning in September, he tole me about the classes they offer on the side. Most are one or two nights a week for eight weeks or so. He was adamant that I keep up with my art. Said he didn't want to see me go.
He's right. You have so much talent. I hate that you can't continue with your school. When I graduate will you let me help you out. Even if its just paying all the rent.
I don't know Harry
You would do it for me right?
Of course, I would.
Exactly. Shit. I gotta go. We're doing night training.
Have fun.
Fuck you.
So, it's been proven, my trainers are complete bastards.
What did they do to you this time?
So, we were fed spaghetti for lunch after being told we would be spending the afternoon in class, only we didn't
Oh no. what happened?
After scarfing down platefuls of spaghetti, and I'm pretty sure some of the guys had three or more plates. Then the training officer comes in and says we're running up the mountain. I don't think many of the guys made it back without throwing up.
Merlin that is just evil and genius. Did you or Jay throw up?
Jay did. I'm pretty sure that my wonderful childhood helped toughen my stomach, though it was a close one I'll admit. But I'm glad that this shite is almost over. I can't wait to get home to you.
Harry and Jared collapsed on the couch in Bucky and Steve's apartment to the laughter of the other two. "Fuck you both." Jared cursed as he shifted on the couch. "I'd like to see you two go through that kind of training."
"I think I'll pass on that thanks." Bucky threw a bag of pumpkin seeds at Jared's prone form.
Steve stayed silent. He knew that they would be put through a version of that training soon enough. While it may not be a long or as difficult as what Harry and Jay went through, but basic would still be tough. "So, now what?" he asked, wanting to change subjects.
"Now we think. There were several department heads watching the final exams. The ones that wanted us gave us a letter of offer. Thankfully I got more than one." Harry reached over and took the bag of seeds from Jay.
"Hey!" Jared reached for the seeds which Harry kept out of his reach. "Speak for yourself. I only needed one department to accept me and they did. I really don't care about the rest."
"Which one do you want Jay-Bird?" Bucky asked as he took the seeds from Harry.
"I guess it would be considered research and devolvement. I've always been interested in it, but its hard to find answers as all their members are sworn to secrecy."
Steve nodded. He could see Jay becoming an Unspeakable. Harry, on the other hand, he had no idea where Harry would want to go and was sure Harry didn't know either.
"What about you Harry?" Bucky said as he tossed the seeds over to Steve.
"I don't know. The R n' D sounds fun, but there's also law enforcement, which is what I originally joined the program for. Then there's the International Operatives."
"Wait, like spies?"
Harry laughed. "Yes Bucky, like spies."
"That's…wicked." Mentally Harry smiled, hearing a nineties word coming out of thirties teen was amusing. Bucky had overheard Harry using amazing once or twice and had liked it.
"Except, I'd be gone overseas more than I would be home." Harry was torn. He'd listened to each of the department recruiters' presentations on what the new recruits could expect and he had really liked what the International Confederation of Wizards and the Aurors had to offer. He had tried talking to Jay about it, but his friend had his heart set on becoming an Unspeakable and had yet to find that special someone, so he didn't really understand Harry's dilemma.
Seeing his boyfriend getting lost in his thoughts Steve stood and gently tugged Harry to his feet. "Come one. It's late and you're tired. Let's head to bed and get some sleep." Sighing in gratitude Harry let himself be led into the single bedroom. It had been agreed on that when Harry was home, he and Steve got the room. Bucky and Jay did not want a repeat of their first visit; neither one wanted to see either mans naked ass like that ever again.
In the room Steve and Harry were quick to undress and cuddle together in the single bed. It was a tight fit, but they didn't really mind. Once they were both comfortable Steve rubbed Harry's back happy that Harry had decided to use him as a pillow. "Tell me about the offers."
"Well, the Auror Department has multiple positions open across the country, including a few in New York. Most of them are Team Leaders, a few detective positions then there's always becoming a regular auror. They also have a few Hit Wizard positions, but I'm not sure I'd like that. The ICW doesn't have many options, mostly just Special Agents."
"What do special agents do?" Steve kept gently running his hand up and down Harry's back, trying to help keep Harry calm.
"Whatever is needed. They get sent to different countries to help out with Dark Wizards that the local aurors can't handle."
"Which one do you want to do?" Steve asked gently.
"That's the problem Steve, I don't know."
"Yes, you do. If it was just you, no one else, which would you choose?" Steve was sure he already knew Harry's answer, but Harry needed to decide it himself. "Don't over think it, just go with your gut. Close your eyes. I'm going to count to three and your going to say the first one that comes to mind. Okay…one…two…three."
"The ICW." Harry wasn't sure what shocked him more, his answer or Steve's easy acceptance.
Pulling Harry close Steve kissed his forehead. "I knew the moment you mentioned the ICW's offer it was the one you would go with. You know the war is starting soon and you want to help as much as you can. We both know that MACUSA won't do anything to help. We're too much alike sometimes." Both men laughed, it was true they both had a saving people thing. "Take the ICW offer. I know it means you being gone more, but it's what you want. I couldn't live with my self knowing that I was the one holding you back."
"Steve, are you sure? From what the offer says these missions take a long time. It could be months or even years before we can see each other again."
"I know. Don't think I won't miss you, cause I will. But this is what you want and where you can make the most difference. We managed while you were at school, we can manage again. Besides, if you want to you can always leave the ICW and get a job with MACUSA after the war."
"I love you." Harry leaned up and kissed Steve. He still couldn't believe his luck in finding Steve.
"And I you. When do you have to reply to the offers by?"
"For the ICW, I need to let them know by next week. Though I think the jobs don't start till August."
"Perfect. Tomorrow morning you are going to write an acceptance letter for the ICW and send it off. Then I am going to spend the next month and a half making sure you remember me." Steve leaned over Harry smiling lustfully.
The next morning Harry wrote his acceptance letter for the ICW and sent it off. Harry was an absolute bundle of nerves until a reply came two days later with information on where Harry was to report for duty on August first. Having received a positive response Harry immediately calmed and began baking. The other three men had no issues with this as Harry not only had Sarah Roger's recipes but had convinced Mrs. Barnes to part with hers.
The rest of the month saw Harry baking nearly non-stop while Steve made sure that Harry would remember his touch no matter how long they were to be apart, though neither man was quite ready to go all the way. All too soon the day came where Harry had to leave. Having made sure that he had his journal packed along with everything else he would need he made his way to the front door. Part of him was excited to go, he wanted to travel and help people. Yet another part of him never wanted to leave.
Arms wrapped themselves around Harry's waist from behind. "I know part of you wants to stay, but you can't listen to that part. They need you. You and I know the war is going to start up soon and you need to be out there helping. I'll follow as soon as I'm able, I'll be there fighting along side you with Bucky in tow."
Harry laughed and leaned into Steve's hold. "I know. My bag is packed and the port-key leaves in an hour which gives me enough time to leave here and find a safe place for it to activate. I want to stay, of course I want to stay, but like you said people need me." Slowly Harry turned in Steve's arms. "I really hate our saving-people-thing sometimes."
Steve laughed. It was all too true they both had issues with saving people, but it was something neither of them were willing to put an end to. Leaning forward Steve captured Harry's lips with his own. When he finally let go Steve pressed his forehead against Harry's. "I love you. I'm going to miss you, but this is what's best for you." Taking one last kiss Steve nodded to the doorway. "Come on. Jared and Bucky are waiting outside waiting to say good-bye." Pulling away from his boyfriend, Harry picked up his bag and headed for the door. Outside his brothers were waiting for him.
"So, we got you a present. No, you are not allowed to say anything about it. The three of us went in on this together." Jared held out a small box, which he pushed at Harry when he refused to take it. "Open it and you're not allowed to say anything except thank you."
"Guys…" Harry wined.
"No. That's not a thank you and you haven't opened the box yet."
Sighing Harry opened the box and gasped. Inside was a brand-new Colt pistol with a box of ammo. On the slide they had gotten Avada Kedavra engraved. Harry had to laugh. "Thanks guys. This is great. You really didn't have to, but I do love it."
"Granddad found out that we were getting this for you and decided to get this for you, as well as arranging for the engraving. He is sorry that he can't be here to say good-bye, but he got called in." Steve handed Harry a slightly larger box. Opening this box Harry found a black leather holster for the gun with spots to carry the magazines. Wrapping it around his waist Harry put the gun in and smiled.
"This is great guys. Thanks so much." Harry gave each man a hug. "I'll write to you all, promise."
"You better Brat." Bucky hugged the other man back. He was glad that Harry was finding his place and his calling, but he was sad to see him go not knowing when the brat would be home next.
"I will, just keep an eye on these two for me you prat." Bucky nodded and gently pushed Harry away and towards Jared.
"Take care of yourself, you hear. I don't want to be the one that has to hold these two together if something happens to you." Jared whispered into Harry's ear as they hugged.
"I will, promise. You also need to be careful with your experiments. I need you here to make sure these idiots are alright."
Letting go Jared smiled at his brother. "I'll keep an eye on them for you."
"Thank you. I better go otherwise I'll be late." Reluctantly Harry picked his bag up from where he had dropped it. "You guys look out for each other. I'll be home as soon as I can. I love all of you." Turning around Harry headed for the abandoned alley he had picked out to portkey from. Checking his watch Harry made sure that he had everything on him that he needed before the portkey activated.
He arrived in a large open space with a single secretary desk at one end with a door on either side. Shrugging Harry made his way over to the desk. Sitting behind it was a very plane witch, her brown hair was cut to hang around her ears and her brown eyes were hidden behind plane black rimed glasses. "Welcome to the ICW, name please."
"Hadrian Potter." He watched as she flipped through a pile of parchment with no expression on her face.
Nodding she handed him a folder and pointed to the door on her left. "Auror training orientation is through there. Go through the door at the end of the hall and take a seat. The instructor will be there within ten minutes." Without waiting for a response, she went back to her paperwork.
Shrugging Harry made his way through the door and followed her instructions. In the room were several other witches and wizards sitting around waiting. Finding an empty seat Harry sat down, pushing his bag under his chair. A few minutes later they were joined by another wizard, followed by another a few minutes later. By the time the instructor arrived there were twenty of them sitting in the room.
"Welcome all of you to the ICW auror training program. All of you have already passed your own countries advanced auror training program. This program is specialized for what we need of you. We fully expect at least half of you to drop out before we are part way through. This training program will take as long or as short as you make it. You will be spilt into two groups based on your talents and skills. Today you will be put through a short test to determine which class you will be in.
You will leave your bags here and follow me out to the training grounds. Once you have been placed into your group then you may come back here and get your things before moving to your assigned barracks." Turning around the instructor headed out a door that hadn't been there when they trainees entered.
Getting up Harry followed the instructor out the door and onto the concourse which had multiple structures set up as an obstacle course. He could already tell that there were people hiding in and around the structures to ambush them, along with people he assumed would be acting as victims or by-standers. "Who wants to be first?" One of the older experienced aurors swaggered up to the start line. "Stick to stunners only for this round. One the count of thee. One…two…by-standers are wearing blue…three."
The older wizard took off at a run. Immediately two people jumped out at him and he stunned both. Harry was watching closely and noticed that one of the people stunned had a blue clip in her hair. So, that's how they're going to do it. I'll have to watch and see if the people attacking change. After watching most of the group go through Harry was sure of two things: the people attacking changed every round and the by-standers all had something blue on them, but that something blue was rarely clearly visible.
Walking up to the start line Harry closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, allowing his instincts to take over. Hearing the instructor yell three, Harry took off slowly and carefully reaching out with his magic. He could feel a soft gentle pulse coming from the charmed blue items and silently sent out protection charms at them. Knowing that he now had a bit of a safety net Harry quickly shot up the first obstacle.
Letting his instincts guide him Harry spun, rolled, dodged and ran across the course firing off stunners. Crossing the finish line Harry took a few seconds to catch his breath before checking his score.
It turns out that I've been placed in the advanced group, not that they call it that or will admit that its advanced. On top of regular training, which is basically a do over of auror training, we each have to select two fields of study. The list is fairly large, but most of them I've ignored completely.
What are the fields and why do you need two? Don't most people only have one mastery at a time?
Well, its not really a mastery. We just need to be above the regular level, though I might go for a mastery if I really like one of them. I don't think there's enough room here for me to copy all the options out. I've decided to study battle medicine, it basically makes me a battlefield medic for myself or the team I'm working with.
That's a good idea, especially if you decide to work by yourself a lot. What are your other options?
Well, I see no point in studying tactics, that's your speciality. I've also been told not to bother taking any leadership classes. Apparently, I've been put into officer training as part of my regular classes.
You do take charge naturally and are a very good leader. I'm sure your trainers have noticed that.
I guess so. I'm just not sure what else to take, not much has spoken to me.
What has spoken to you?
Warding, spell crafting and runes. But I'm leaning more towards warding, I think.
Warding is a good choice. I think you'd do good with that. Warding is important for battle and even more important for healing during battle. If you can set up wards around you and the patient, then you'll be safe from spell fire while you heal.
You know, I've never thought of it like that. That's why you're the strategist.
This training is absolute hell. Even worse than the advanced auror training.
I'm sure its not that bad, you should already know most of what you need, right?
Steve, I would prefer a re-do of the spaghetti incident.
That bad
Yeah. That bad. I can't remember my body hurting so much, and it's a constant ache. It doesn't seem to matter how many potions I take or creams I use my muscles, joins and bones all hurt.
I wish I was there to rub your body for you
Merlin, I needed that laugh. Thanks, I wish you were here to rub me too…even in a normal non perverted way
I think they're training some of us so hard because they need some agents to be able to do the missions solo. While I work well with a team I also do very good by myself and I think the higher ups have noticed that. The idea of having to take down some dark lord in a different country by myself is a daunting thought, yet I also really want to do it. Does that make me crazy?
Yes. Yes, it does. But then I'm probably just as crazy as you, so I wouldn't worry about it. If your going to be sent on solo missions, it's a good thing you decided to specialize in healing and warding. You are definitely going to be needing those.
The only problem I can see is that its starting to sound like we go from training straight into missions, no leave between. Which means I won't be home to see you before I'm sent off somewhere.
That sucks. I was really hoping to see you before you get sent off and I know both Buck and Jay wanted to see you as well.
I'll keep you posted, but its not looking good.
Just stay safe. We all need to get through this war safely, afterwards we'll all find calmer jobs that don't involve getting shot at.
That sounds like a wonderful idea
I am now officially a member of the ICW Special Teams and have been given the rank of Lieutenant. I've been given two days to recover before being sent to Bangkok. Apparently, they have a small dark lord problem that needs to be dealt with.
So, no coming home for you?
No. I really wish I was coming home, even for just a few days. I really wanted to see you guys again. The journal is wonderful, but nothing beats being there with you.
Trust me I know. I wish you were here as well, but beggars can't be choosers. You have a job that needs to be done, and you are the best for that job.
That doesn't make missing you any easier
We heard the news about the attack on Pearl Harbour today during art class. I can't believe the Japs would dare attack like that. I really hope that we will finally join the war. Bucky and I will be going to try and join up as soon as they ask for volunteers.
I hadn't been taught about that attack in school. Though I do know that the States will be joining, probably be in the news first thing tomorrow. The ICW is hoping that MACUSA might get their heads out of their arses and help, but they're not too hopeful. From what I remember the British Ministry won't help either.
There are times I really hate how isolationist the magical community is. I understand it, but it is annoying when there are big things happening.
Thankfully the ICW is here. The Head Mugwump Abamonti is trying to help wherever he can. I think they have plans to send me into Europe for a quick mission, then if the rumours are true, I'll be sent to Australia to deal with a rising dark lord; the Australian ministry asked for the ICW to send help before this dark lord become to powerful.
Well, don't forget your suntan lotion and don't get bitten by a snake.
Very funny Rogers. I'll send you all a postcard.
Bucky's decided that I need boxing lessons, and as he's the three-time welterweight YMCA champion, he's going to be my teacher.
Well, he's not wrong. You could do to learn some fighting skills. I know you're an amazing strategist, you've helped me on a few missions.
I'm glad I could help. Bucky wants to wait a couple weeks before going to a recruitment center. He wants to make sure I can hold my own before he leaves. We both know he's going to be taken when we go. And you know how overprotective he can be. It doesn't help that Jaybird is being sent across the country for work.
That won't help Bucky feel good at leaving you.
Tell me about it. He won't stop worrying and prepping the house. He's gone out to get more of my medicine and put some in each room.
That reminds me. I talked with the goblins and they agreed to pack up the house and let our landlord know he can rent it out again once you join or if you ask them to. I've asked them to put all the house things into our vault. Stonehammer told me that anything I add to my vault will remain there while the Potter money will be returned after I disappear in the future.
That's good to know. While I hope to be accepted right away, I really don't expect it. I'm trying to find another apartment that I can afford on my own. It's good to know that you'll keep the vault and the original money will automatically be returned. Not that I think it will ever matter. We'll be really old by then.
Merlin, I hope so. Jeeze, we'll be in our seventies by then. It's weird to think about that.
I won't be coming home for Christmas this year. This damn dark lord was able to amass a huge following and made sure there were people in place to continue his work. So instead of hunting down one dark lord and a few followers I now have to track down at least six wanna be dark lords and each one is gathering more followers. This is going to be a long mission.
Merlin, I miss you. This is the second Christmas you'll be missing, and we can't even owl you your gifts. Granddad spoke with Stonehammer and he said that they would send your gifts to the Australian branch for you and that you could send any packages or letters through the bank as well.
That really helps. Getting you your gifts last year was a pain in the arse.
That it was, but at least last year you were still in Europe.
That's true. Oh, I forgot to tell you I was promoted. Apparently, my actions in the last missions and with how quickly I took down this dark lord equal me being a Captain.
Congratulations. I'm surprised it took them this long to promote you.
Bucky was drafted. He reports to basic in two days on the 26th.
At least you have Christmas with him. Why did you two decide to a recruitment center on Christmas eve?
Seemed like a good idea at the time. That and he was starting to get looks from people when we went out. Those in the neighbourhood know that he stayed to help me out, but others judge.
I'd say fuck everyone else, but I know both you and Bucky want to go and fight…well at least I know you're chomping at the bit to go fight, like always.
True, I can't wait to go over and fight. Bucky's a little excited, mostly because he's sure the girls like a guy in uniform.
That would be his only concern.
I've been rejected again.
Steve, how many tries is this one?
Four.
I know you want to go fight and I know you would be good at it, but the army has rules about health issues. You're ineligible on your asthma alone, never mind all your heart issues.
That's what they keep telling me. But I have to keep trying Harry. Its not fair that I get to stay here safe when the other guys are over there fighting.
I know Steve, and I love you for that. Well…fifth times a charm?
Bucky's home on leave for a couple days. He's a sergeant, can you believe someone though Bucky would be responsible enough to be a leader.
That is too funny. Though thankfully he's only a Sergeant and not a Captain. Oh, did I mention that I've been promoted again. They've made me a Major.
A Major, that's good. Though, any higher and you get taken off the battlefield, right?
Yeah, I already told the generals when they promoted me that I will refuse any other promotions. They laughed at me.
I'm not surprised. So, Bucky caught me in a fight this afternoon after being rejected. Apparently tonight we are going to the World Expo Howard Stark is running. He even got me a date, though he did apologize for it. Apparently, his date heard about me and offered to bring a friend and he couldn't tell her no.
Well, try to have fun tonight and make fun of Bucky for me.
I will. You stay safe, I love you.
I love you too Steve.