Watching Harry as he came up to hover in front of the Storm Demon, Laric was both proud of him and slightly concerned at the wariness he was displaying. The last disastrous attempt had been harrowing, especially for Harry and Ash. But being afraid to fly wasn't something he wanted for him. Harry's green eyes had reflected his nervousness when he first was requested to hover 5 feet up, but as nothing had gone wrong yet, he was gradually calming.

"That is perfect. Steady beats will help you hover, and the more you practice the better you will become. Just remember to pay attention until you know what you are doing." Laric's ice blue eyes lit up with his smile as he lightly teased Harry.

Harry ducked his head with a blush.

"It's not like I did it on purpose! Things just tend to go wrong at the worst times. Ask Fred and George, they've been calling it 'Harry's Law' for years, though the first I heard about it was after they became Demons."

"So you are saying trouble follows you everywhere then?" Laric chuckled softly. "At least we will never lack for an interesting life."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Interesting is one way to put it. I prefer to think of it as constantly on the brink of disaster."

Reaching out with one hand, Laric brushed his fingers down Harry's arm softly.

"You are more resilient than you give yourself credit for. You have faced monsters and dangers that would have broken others, and lived. You are strong, brave, kind, and I thank my lucky stars that you came into my life and allowed me to be part of your mateship."

Harry blushed even darker, even as warmth suffused his chest. It was still strange to him, being the one taken care of instead of the one who needed to step up and save others. But he was getting more used to it as each day passed. And the love he was showered with from both his mates, only made him love them more. He still wasn't sure how to respond to compliments however.

Sensing Harry needed a subject change, Laric resumed their flying lesson. Gliding gracefully through the air, his bat-like wings flapping effortlessly, Laric maneuvered around Harry, demonstrating precise control and fluid movements that had taken years to perfect. It was mesmerizing to watch, and for a moment, Harry forgot his fears. Eyes locked on the white blotches flashing against the near-black of the rest of Laric's wings, the Warrior's body seeming to be an extension of his wings instead of the other way around.

"Shall we try something new this time? I want you to follow me." Laric called out, breaking Harry out of his trance.

Harry nodded slightly, pushing his nerves aside he mimicked Laric's movements. He gulped down the knot of fear in his throat as he steadily flapped his wings, feeling the rush of air against his skin. The sensation was both exhilarating and terrifying, but Harry refused to give into the latter.

Laric led Harry through a series of complex maneuvers, their bodies twisting and turning mid-air, testing Harry's agility and control. Despite the initial wobble and hesitance, Harry kept up admirably well, prompting a satisfied smile from Laric.

"There you are! Well done!" He shouted over his shoulder to the younger Demon, his voice carrying an undeniable note of pride.

Harry couldn't help but reward Laric with a beaming smile; he felt like he was finally getting the hang of flying without a broom. His confidence was shattering the thin veil of fear that had held him captive. Now, soaring high above the ground, Harry felt truly invincible. So the sudden feeling of boredom in the back of his mind came as a bit of a shock. It was gone again almost as quickly as it had appeared. What was happening to him?

"The next lesson, Harry, is a test of speed," Laric called out, his voice echoing against the vast expanse of the air that surrounded them, and breaking Harry from his confusion. "Keep up, if you can!" With that, he darted off like a falcon plunging for its prey.

Harry gulped. Speed was not something he had mastered yet. The memory of his disastrous attempt that ended with him plunging towards the ground still felt fresh in his mind. But he knew Laric wouldn't allow anything bad to happen to him, and the look of challenge in the Warrior's eyes was impossible to ignore. Steadying himself, he flapped his wings hard and chased after Laric.

The Storm Demon was an elegant sight as he tore through the air, a streak of shadow against the blue sky. Despite his fear, Harry couldn't help but marvel at the spectacle. His movements were fluid and effortless; each beat of his wings slicing through the air with precision and power.

Harry pushed himself harder, his own wings flapping furiously to keep up with Laric's pace. A gust of wind hit Harry square on, trying to push him off course. But he held steady, remembering what Laric had taught him about using the wind currents instead of fighting against them. Adjusting his angle slightly, he leaned into the gust and used its power to propel himself forward. The look of delight on Laric's face as he succeeded was worth all the hard work.

"Excellent, Harry!" Laric cried, his face radiant with joy as he watched his mate master the nuances of in-flight navigation. "Now it is time to learn to dive."

A wave of apprehension passed through Harry. Dive? The very idea of plummeting towards the ground at high speed wasn't something he wanted to do again.

"Trust me, Harry," Laric said, sensing his hesitation. His ice blue eyes sparkled with confidence and reassurance. "You can do this."

Taking a deep breath, Harry prepared himself. It was trust. He trusted Laric implicitly, and that gave him courage. He nodded at Laric and watched as the seasoned Warrior folded his wings in slightly and dove down.

In a rush of adrenaline and fierce determination, Harry followed suit, folding his own wings and allowing gravity to take over. The world seemed to spin around him as he hurtled towards the ground, the rush of wind roaring in his ears. It was terrifying, the way the wind whistled in his ears, and his eyes blurred with tears from the pressure and motion. And yet... somehow it was thrilling as well. His heart pounded in his chest, the rush of adrenaline making him feel more alive than he ever had before. He could see Laric ahead of him, elegantly spiraling, glittering like a diamond against the blue sky.

He tried to follow suit, adjusting his wings minutely to enter the same graceful spiral. For a moment, he thought he had it. But then a particularly strong gust of air hit him, and he lost control. He flailed for a moment, fighting with everything he had to regain equilibrium.

That's when he heard Laric's voice again. "Stay relaxed! Control your movements! Do not fight the wind!"

He focused on tightening his stomach muscles and controlling the movement of his wings rather than trying to overpower the wind. Gradually, he started to regain control. He even managed to make a somewhat graceful descent towards the ground.

"Very good!" Laric commended as Harry landed.

Harry collapsed onto the ground, panting heavily. Laric landed gracefully beside him, his wings folding neatly behind his back.

"Are you alright?" He asked, his voice laced with concern. Harry gave a tired but triumphant nod, still catching his breath.

"That was... exhilarating," he managed after a moment, sitting up and grinning at Laric. "Absolutely terrifying, but exhilarating nonetheless."

Laric reached out to gently tug on one of Harry's wings, checking for any injuries or strains. "Always remember, though it may be scary at times, flying is not about strength but about grace and precision. It is an art form that intertwines freedom and control."

Harry nodded, letting Laric move his wings this way and that. The stretching and twisting felt good after all the work he had put them through. He didn't know if he was getting more used to the feeling, or if something in his wings and magic knew now was not the time. But the usual lightning bolt like feeling he got when Laric touched his wings was somehow muted while the Warrior was making sure Harry hadn't overworked them.

"Well, they look fine. But you should still take a hot shower to help relax them so they do not stiffen up." He held out a hand, and helped Harry back to his feet. Wrapping an arm around his waist, he called Storm. With a crash of thunder, they reappeared in their living room.