By Day 7, Tonks was starting to look like she might spontaneously combust from frustration. She'd been in the courtyard for what felt like an eternity, trying—and failing—to control her Metamorphmagus powers during combat. Her face kept flickering between different shapes, like her body was playing a game of "Guess Who?" with itself. At one point, she turned into a flamingo mid-roundhouse kick, which would've been adorable if it wasn't so not helpful when trying to take down Harry.
"I mean, what's the point of being able to turn into a bird if I can't punch anyone while I'm a bird?" she said, glaring at her arms, which were currently morphing into something that resembled a particularly clumsy version of a rubber chicken.
Harry, of course, had to smirk. "You do realize the whole point of transforming is to adapt, right? Just because you can change your body doesn't mean you should do it for the heck of it. Adaptability is the key to survival in battle."
"Yeah, well, survival would be easier if I didn't turn into a flamingo every time I try to duck." Tonks crossed her arms and gave him a challenging look, which, honestly, was like trying to stare down a brick wall if the wall were also covered in glitter.
"Flamingo's got some good defense moves," Harry teased. "But fine, we'll work on your actual combat transformations. Can you transform mid-strike without losing control?"
Tonks took a dramatic breath. "You're on."
And that was the start of Tonks' daily struggle to not turn into a pile of mush when she tried to change shapes on the fly.
Day 8 was a game-changer.
Harry had already started drilling them with more complicated stuff—shifting forms in the middle of a fight. The whole idea was to stay unpredictable. One second, you're a human. The next, you're anything else that might give you an advantage. While Ororo was perfecting her storm control and Ororo was, well, ororo-ing (she was practically a walking natural disaster), Tonks was struggling to get the whole "multitasking with body parts" thing down.
Her first few attempts were... let's just say, "awkward" was a generous word. One moment she was a regular human, and the next? A giraffe with boxing gloves. Or an octopus trying to do a somersault. You get the idea. The woman was a walking chaos storm.
"Focus, Tonks," Harry called out, grinning. He was doing that thing where he looked like he was about to definitely make a joke, but in that "I'm pretending to be serious, but also low-key roasting you" way. "Think like the form. Think about how you're moving, how your body changes. Get it right, and you'll be a walking Swiss Army knife. Get it wrong, and you might end up a blob of goo that can't fight its way out of a paper bag. Your call."
It was definitely the second option for the first few attempts. Tonks was a blur of limbs that did their own thing, like a toddler trying to figure out what a cartwheel was. At one point, she turned into a sloth mid-punch, which would have been really cute if the enemy wasn't trying to break her ribs.
Jean was over to the side, barely containing a smirk as she observed. "You know, Tonks," she said sweetly, "you do realize you could always just, you know... duck instead of becoming an octopus."
"I did duck! I'm just also trying to become an octopus while I'm doing it." Tonks shot back, clearly exasperated but not backing down. "It's called multitasking, Jean. Look it up."
Harry just shook his head, clearly relishing the incredibly slow progress. "Keep at it, Tonks. You'll get it. And when you do, you'll be a literal master of adaptability. You'll be like... a chameleon, but with more punching power."
"Chameleons can't punch," she muttered, but by Day 10, she was starting to get it. Slowly, sure, but it was happening. Every time she did manage to control her form mid-battle, it was like watching a supervillain throw a tantrum and then calmly go, "Oh yeah, I'm a genius." The way she flickered between forms—slipping into a shield, stretching her limbs into a giant whip, or making her fists double in size—was becoming more fluid, less chaotic.
And then came that moment.
She was mid-kick when Harry leaned in, eyes gleaming, practically daring her to mess up. It was the perfect opportunity to let her transformation do the talking. Tonks' body elongated, growing into a giant, eight-foot-tall version of herself, her limbs bulging with muscle and her gauntlet-covered fists crackling with barely-contained power.
Harry staggered back dramatically. "Okay, that was actually impressive. You might've just solved all of my problems by turning into a demolition machine."
Tonks grinned wide, eyes twinkling with mischief. "It's all about the form, right?"
"Exactly. And when you get the form right," Harry said, cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders in that totally unnecessary badass way, "you can turn anything into a weapon."
Jean, who had been watching with her arms crossed, couldn't help but let out a low whistle. "Alright, alright. So, next time we need to get a real wall, we call Tonks."
"Hey, who needs walls when you've got me?" Tonks shot back, a wicked grin playing on her lips as she flexed her now-giant arms, clearly feeling herself.
And Harry? Harry was just standing there, hands on his hips like some sort of superhero in an old-school comic. "Look at this," he said, shaking his head like he was the proudest teacher in the world, "My team's basically turning into an army of unstoppable forces. First Ororo, now Tonks? What's next—Jean's telekinetic punching gloves?"
Jean raised an eyebrow. "Don't tempt me."
And with that, the training continued—chaotic, hilarious, and just a little bit terrifying. Because when you've got a squad of shape-shifting badasses who can turn anything into a weapon, there's no telling what could happen next. But Harry wasn't worried. Not when his team was this good—and, let's face it, as long as they didn't turn into flamingos in the middle of a fight again, everything was going according to plan.
—
By Day 10, Harry's little team of misfits had somehow managed to stop looking like a bunch of kids at a summer camp and started functioning like a well-oiled machine. Their energy constructs, which had once been a hot mess of confusion and flailing limbs, were now sharp, controlled, and efficient. Jean's telekinetic blades whizzed through the air with deadly precision, Ororo used the elements like she was one with nature itself, and Tonks—well, Tonks had found a way to turn herself into a giant, eight-foot-tall powerhouse and somehow not destroy everything in sight while doing it.
It was honestly impressive.
And Harry? He was sitting back, leaning against the training wall with a look of pure satisfaction, as if he'd just watched an epic superhero movie and was about to casually drop the mic.
"Okay, okay," Harry said, grinning like a cat who'd just eaten a particularly delicious mouse. "You three have come a long way. I mean, Jean's basically turning people into human-shaped lawn darts with her telekinesis, Ororo's calling down thunderstorms like it's Tuesday, and Tonks... well, she's turning herself into a wrecking ball, and I couldn't be prouder."
Tonks shot him a mock glare. "You act like I'm not a wrecking ball. It's my go-to move."
Harry chuckled. "If I had a Galleon for every time I've heard that line—"
"I'd be rich," Jean finished for him, rolling her eyes. "We get it, Harry. You're hilarious. But you're not here to give us compliments."
"True," Harry said, tapping his fingers together like he was some villain in a bad movie. "Now, for the real fun. You've each got the basics down, but let's see how well you can work as a team. 'Cause right now? You're all just talented. It's time to stop being just talented."
Jean raised an eyebrow. "Let me guess. You're going to make us fight each other? I'm all for the competitive edge, but—"
"Oh no," Harry interrupted with a wicked grin. "You're fighting together. You're going to learn how to stop being a bunch of independent agents and start fighting like a single unstoppable force."
Ororo looked like she was seriously considering pulling the plug on the entire training session. "That sounds like a nightmare, Harry. You do realize we've only been training for a week, right?"
"Exactly!" Harry said, looking almost too pleased with himself. "You're ready. Don't worry. You'll survive." He casually threw a fire-infused dagger into the air, watching it spin with a swirl of light before it disappeared into a puff of smoke. "Here's the deal. You're going to fight me. As a team. I'll let you three coordinate however you like, but I'll be the one calling the shots. You think you can handle that?"
The three of them exchanged glances, silently daring each other to back down. Spoiler alert: no one did. Because if there was one thing Harry had instilled in them over the last few days, it was that they had to be more than what they were. They had to be dangerous. Together.
"Alright," Jean said with a smirk, cracking her knuckles like she was prepping for a fight. "Let's see what you've got, Potter."
"I'm so glad you asked." Harry's eyes gleamed with mischief as he rolled his neck, preparing for what was sure to be the most chaotic fight of the century.
"Just don't cry when we destroy you," Tonks added, stretching out her arms dramatically. "I mean, I'm really good at the 'destroying' part."
"Oh, I don't doubt that," Harry replied with a raised eyebrow, clearly impressed. "But trust me, you won't even get the chance to destroy me."
Ororo gave him a sideways glance. "Harry, if you're about to give us one of those 'I'm invincible' speeches, you might want to save it. It's not gonna work on us."
"Oh, trust me, Ororo," Harry said with a grin that was anything but comforting. "You'll see. I'm not just invincible. I'm out of your league."
"I've heard that one before," Jean muttered under her breath, not bothering to hide her sarcasm.
"Well, this time it's true," Harry said, lowering into a fighting stance, his voice becoming deadly serious. "I hope you're ready. This is the part where everything you've learned in the last ten days gets put to the test."
Jean, Tonks, and Ororo locked eyes. Without a word, they fell into position—each one of them instinctively knowing what the others were about to do.
Tonks immediately charged, her body shifting and bulking up into the eight-foot giant she had become so familiar with. Ororo followed close behind, a storm cloud swirling around her, crackling with electricity. Jean lifted her hand, summoning a telekinetic spear to hover above her palm.
Harry stood there, watching them. "Is this it?" he said, shaking his head in mock disappointment. "I thought we were done with the amateur hour."
Before they could even blink, Harry was on them. The fight turned into a blur of lightning-fast strikes, energy blasts, and shifting shapes. Harry was everywhere at once, dodging Jean's telekinetic attacks, weaving around Tonks' massive punches, and outmaneuvering Ororo's winds and lightning with ease.
Jean and Tonks tried to coordinate their moves, but Harry was a blur—he knew how to make every opening feel like a trap. "What's the matter?" he taunted, his voice dripping with teasing menace. "You're going to have to try harder than that!"
Ororo's storm swirled higher, the wind picking up speed, and Tonks shifted into a sleek, jaguar-like form, ready to pounce. But Harry, somehow, was always a step ahead.
Jean, frustrated, flicked her wrist and launched a dozen telekinetic blades at Harry all at once. But before they could make contact, Harry spun, deflecting them with a burst of raw energy from his own hand. "Nice try," he said, smirking as the blades scattered harmlessly. "But you're gonna have to do better than that to catch me."
Tonks lunged at him again, this time in a full sprint. Her giant fist was just about to collide with his face when Harry sidestepped, ducking under her swing and sending her crashing into the ground with a single, nonchalant shove.
"Whoa, easy there, big guy," Harry called out, stepping back just in time to avoid a blast of lightning from Ororo's hands. "I get it, you're all mad about something—I just don't know what yet. Maybe I forgot to compliment you again?"
"Shut up, Harry!" Jean snapped, clearly way past the point of patience.
"Oh, I will," Harry said with a grin. "But you're going to have to earn that victory first."
The three of them kept coming at him, more determined than ever. And Harry? He couldn't wipe the grin off his face. Because when you've got a team like this, one that could potentially destroy you at any given moment? That's when the real fun begins.
—
Jean gritted her teeth, eyes blazing as she reached out with her telekinesis. Harry felt the invisible force wrap around him like a boa constrictor, muscles locking in place. Yeah, no thanks. He twisted midair and let loose a controlled burst of energy—more like flicking a mental rubber band than an actual attack. Still, it was enough to shatter Jean's grip like glass. She stumbled back with a gasp.
"Better," Harry admitted, rolling his shoulders. "But still not good enough."
Ororo, ever the strategist, was already moving. A deafening crack split the air as a bolt of lightning lanced toward him, white-hot and blinding. Harry barely had time to sigh before flicking his wrist. A shimmering golden shield materialized before him, absorbing the impact like it was nothing more than a mild inconvenience. The energy harmlessly dispersed into the ground, sizzling.
"Was that supposed to tickle?" he teased.
Ororo didn't dignify him with an answer, but the unimpressed arch of her brow spoke volumes.
Tonks, however, played dirty. While he was busy handling the storm goddess, she used the distraction to dart forward in her jaguar-like form. She was fast. Not just 'Quidditch Seeker' fast, but 'might be part lightning bolt' fast. Claws extended, she swiped at him with blinding speed, forcing Harry to actually dodge. For the first time, he had to move instead of just standing there and flexing on them.
"Oh-ho!" Harry laughed, twisting just in time to avoid getting a new set of scars. "Someone's getting close!"
Tonks smirked as she shifted mid-motion, muscles expanding, bones cracking. What had been a jaguar was suddenly a monstrous hybrid of lion and bear, her sheer size enough to dwarf even the tallest of wizards. And she wasn't done. Her eyes gleamed with mischief.
"Alright, now you're just showing off," Harry said, sidestepping another swipe.
Jean took that exact moment to capitalize on the chaos. With a sharp gesture, she wrenched massive slabs of earth from the ground and sent them hurtling toward him with terrifying speed. Ororo, ever the team player, summoned a powerful gust of wind to accelerate them further.
Harry sighed. "You guys are really committed to this whole 'murder Harry' plan, huh?"
Dropping into a low stance, he conjured twin blades of molten energy. One precise slash, two, three—the massive chunks of rock split apart midair, the molten remains scattering harmlessly around him.
Jean wiped sweat from her brow, her jaw set in stubborn determination. "Oh, we're way past 'trying,' Potter."
Ororo, hovering in the air with an almost regal grace, narrowed her eyes. "You're not untouchable, Harry."
He grinned. "Prove it."
Tonks let out a growl so deep it shook the ground. Then, in a blur, she lunged. At the same time, Ororo unleashed a blinding flash of light, forcing Harry's eyes to adjust for just a fraction of a second—long enough for Jean to yank his footing out from under him with a precise telekinetic tug.
For the first time since the fight started, Harry actually stumbled.
He hit the ground in a roll, barely avoiding Tonks' devastating strike. Before he could fully recover, Ororo's winds slammed into him with hurricane force, sending him skidding backward like a skipped stone across water.
Jean didn't waste the opportunity. With a sharp motion, she encased his legs in an unbreakable telekinetic grip.
Tonks, still in her monstrous form, cracked her knuckles. "Yeah? Let's see you talk your way out of this one."
Ororo lifted a hand, a crackling bolt of lightning forming at her fingertips. Jean reinforced her grip, locking Harry down completely.
For a brief moment, it looked like they had him.
Then Harry exhaled. The air around him shimmered, vibrating with sheer, unfiltered power. He didn't move. He didn't have to. The next second, a golden shockwave erupted from him, sending everyone flying.
Jean was flung back like a ragdoll, her concentration shattering. Tonks, despite her size, was sent sprawling. Ororo, even with her control over the winds, barely managed to regain balance before being forced back by the sheer force of the blast.
As the dust settled, Harry stood there, completely unharmed, crackling golden energy flickering around him. His eyes burned with something otherworldly, almost amused.
He rolled his shoulders. "Alright. Now we're getting somewhere."
Jean groaned from where she'd landed, rubbing the back of her head. "That was cheating."
Harry smirked. "Oh, Jean, I haven't even started cheating yet."
Ororo landed gracefully, eyes narrowing. "Then let's even the playing field."
Lightning crackled. The wind howled. Tonks let out a deep growl, shifting into something even more monstrous, all muscle and fury.
Jean levitated back onto her feet, eyes glowing with renewed determination.
Harry cracked his knuckles, looking way too relaxed for someone facing down three incredibly powerful women who all wanted to kick his ass.
"Round two?" he asked, voice dripping with mischief.
Jean's lips curled into a smirk. "Oh, you're going down, Potter."
And with that, the battle resumed.
—
The air crackled with anticipation. Ororo was floating high above, looking every bit the storm goddess she was. Her eyes glinted with that knowing, confident look that usually meant someone was about to get hit with a lightning bolt. Jean stood with a serious frown, her fiery red hair practically vibrating with telekinetic power, and Tonks—well, Tonks had already transformed into something that looked like it'd come straight out of a monster movie, all teeth, claws, and general terrifyingness.
And then there was Harry.
Harry, standing there, cracking his knuckles like he was about to go for a leisurely jog. He grinned. "Alright, ladies, you've had your fun. Time to step it up."
Without warning, Jean launched a volley of debris at him, sharp metal shards cutting through the air like bullets. Ororo, with a flick of her wrist, sent a streak of lightning sizzling straight for him. Tonks, the wildcard that she was, morphed into a hulking, razor-toothed version of herself and charged, full throttle, straight at him.
Harry didn't even flinch.
He moved so fast, it was like he wasn't even there one moment, and then whoosh, he was slicing through the oncoming metal with his claws. The energy from the lightning bolt? It didn't fry him into crispy Harry, it got absorbed like a sponge and vanished into his skin, leaving him looking like an ultra-cool human lightning rod.
"Oh, please," Harry said, as if he hadn't just done something absolutely insane. "Is that all you've got? I was hoping for a bit more of a challenge."
Jean scowled, shaking her head like she couldn't decide if she wanted to throw a punch at him or throw a different punch at him. "You're really gonna be this annoying, aren't you?"
Harry just winked. "Don't worry, it's a gift."
Before any of them could react, he darted forward in a blur, his claws swiping through the air. Tonks tried to block, but her monstrous arms just bounced off him, like she was trying to punch a tank. She staggered back, a little surprised by how hard he was, considering she'd shifted into something that could probably take down a building.
Harry barely even blinked. "Point one, ladies: I have a healing factor." He reached up and slashed a deep cut across his chest, his claws glowing with molten energy. Before anyone could process what had happened, the wound sealed itself shut. "Yeah, super gross, right? But hey, it's useful. No need to thank me."
Jean's eyes went wide, and she groaned. "You've got to be kidding me."
"Oh, I'm just getting started," Harry said with a grin that could melt steel. "Point two," he held up a finger, "I have a Vibranium skeleton." As if to prove his point, he let Tonks get in a solid hit, her claws raking across his arm. He didn't even budge. Instead, he casually looked at her like she'd just tickled him.
Tonks stumbled back, shaking out her hands like she'd just punched solid concrete—which, in a way, she kind of had. "That... that didn't even hurt you!" she snapped, looking equal parts impressed and annoyed.
"Oh, no," Harry said, making a tsking sound. "See, the thing about Vibranium is that it doesn't just absorb energy. It redirects it. Every punch, every lightning bolt, every telekinetic blast you throw at me?" He gave a little shrug. "You're feeding me."
Jean let out a strangled, very unladylike curse under her breath. "This guy…"
Harry chuckled, flexing his fingers. "Oh, but I'm not done yet. Point three." He twirled his claws with theatrical flair, each one gleaming with an unsettling amount of magic. "I have claws."
Ororo looked at him, unamused, but even she couldn't hide the flicker of unease in her eyes. "You're not just being annoying," she said, her tone betraying the smallest hint of respect. "You're making this… complicated."
"Complicated?" Harry raised an eyebrow. "No, no, sweetie. I'm making it fun." And with that, he let the magic crackle between his claws. The runes along their edges flared, glowing bright as living lightning.
Then, in an instant, Harry was on the move, darting in a flash of light. He slashed through the air, and reality itself bent in his wake—he was literally cutting through the fabric of existence, like some kind of dark sorcerer, only way more stylish. He twisted his wrist, and the air itself seemed to freeze, solidifying into an energy blade, sharper than any steel.
"Whooooaaaa!" Tonks squealed, taking a step back in pure awe. "That was like… way more than I signed up for!"
"Yeah," Harry said with a wicked grin, "I tend to do that."
Jean lifted a hand, trying to halt his onslaught with a telekinetic wave. But Harry wasn't having any of it. He let the blast crash into him, his body glowing brighter as the force of Jean's attack actually boosted him. She sent out another telekinetic wave, but this time, Ororo added in a punch of raw electrical power, and that? That was when the magic really kicked in.
The golden light around him shimmered, and suddenly, the air wasn't just charged with energy—it was a full-on storm. Harry grinned. "Now this is what I'm talking about."
In that moment, the three women finally realized it. They weren't fighting a single powerful opponent. They were fighting a guy who could take everything they threw at him, turn it into more energy, and laugh about it. They weren't gonna get anywhere unless they worked together.
Ororo shot Jean a look, and Jean gave a single nod. Without saying a word, they coordinated their next move. Ororo summoned a massive gust of wind to send Tonks toward Jean, who telekinetically caught her and tossed her back into the fray.
Tonks shifted mid-air, now smaller, quicker, back to her usual form. She raised her eyebrows. "Okay, I'll admit. This is better than running at him like a crazy person."
Jean, the fiery telekinetic, threw chunks of the earth straight at Harry, while Ororo called down the thunder. The air around them crackled. The ground shook. But Harry? He just smirked, stepped forward, and—
BAM.
The entire area was swallowed up by a shockwave. Harry didn't even blink as he flexed his claws, sending the energy shooting back at them. Their attack was now his, and, in the blink of an eye, it surged outward, nearly sending them flying.
Jean barely managed to catch herself with a quick telekinetic shield, though she looked seriously irritated now. "Okay, now we're getting somewhere."
"That's the spirit!" Harry shouted, shaking his head like he was proud of them. "You see? It's all about teamwork."
Tonks landed beside Jean, rolling her shoulders. "Alright, I admit it. That was kinda impressive."
Jean rubbed her temple. "Next time, we're coordinating better. No more going rogue."
Harry grinned, flexing his claws, their runes still glowing fiercely. "You know, ladies, I think you've finally got it. A little less 'hit it till it stops moving,' and a little more 'hit it together.'"
"Next time, let's not die, yeah?" Jean muttered, glancing at Ororo, who nodded in agreement.
"Oh, don't worry," Harry said, rolling his neck with a smirk. "There will be a next time."
And with that, he vanished, leaving them all standing there, somewhat out of breath but definitely a little smarter for it.
"Do you think he's ever going to let us win?" Tonks asked, scratching her head.
Jean sighed. "We're still working on that part."
—
Harry stood in the middle of the Kamar-Taj training grounds, hands planted firmly on his hips as he surveyed the scene like a parent caught between disappointment and sheer amusement. If a warzone had collided with a storm and then taken a nap on a trampoline, this is what you'd get. Scorched earth, shattered stone, the odd tree or two that definitely wasn't there this morning—courtesy of Ororo's slightly overzealous attempt to summon a thunderstorm. Oh, and let's not forget the air still crackling with the smell of ozone, because that's always a fun touch.
"Okay, team, let's talk about this disaster," Harry said, his voice all serious, though the grin creeping across his face told a different story. "Seriously. What do you think Master Wong is gonna say when he sees this mess? Do you want to be on the receiving end of one of his lectures? Because let me tell you, it's way worse than any thunderstrike or... whatever chaos you've got up your sleeves."
Ororo, floating a few inches off the ground like the storm goddess she was, crossed her arms and gave him an eyebrow raise that basically screamed, Really? "And you, Harry? You're one to talk. You were the one who made the ground ripple like we were in the middle of an earthquake. I'm pretty sure half of Nepal's still trying to figure out what happened."
"Ah, but see, I create chaos," Harry said with a wink, pointing to himself like he was announcing his own superhero origin story. "It's my thing. I'm really good at it, actually. But the thing is, I also clean it up. That's where you guys come in." He paused dramatically, spinning in a circle to take in the whole battlefield. "Look at this place. You think Wong's going to see this and just nod like, 'Yep, totally cool, kids. Just another Tuesday'? Nope. He's going to go full-on ancient master mode, lecturing me about the sacred grounds of Kamar-Taj like it's my fault."
Jean, ever the sarcastic spark plug, crossed her arms and shot him a look. "Uh-huh. Sure. You're definitely the one who cares about responsibility. I mean, seriously, you're literally a six-year-old trapped in an adult's body. Don't even try to act like the 'wise, responsible adult' now."
Harry stopped in his tracks and gave Jean an exaggerated gasp. "I am responsible! Look, I'm practically a grown-up," he said, gesturing wildly to the chaos around them. "I have to tell you guys what to do. I mean, it's exhausting keeping all of you in line, right? The hero life is way more complicated than you think. I have to manage all this and—" He paused, his expression turning mock-serious. "And still not be appreciated."
Tonks, who had been lazily twisting her fingers into weird shapes (probably to distract herself from how badly she was feeling out of her depth), snorted and pushed herself upright. "Since when do you care about responsibility, Harry? I've seen you try to get out of cleaning up after yourself."
"Obviously, you've missed my master class in maturity," Harry said with a smirk, throwing his arm out like he was unveiling the world's greatest hidden secret. "First lesson: Do as I say, not as I do. Second lesson: You mess it up, you clean it up. And third lesson: I'm still going to look cooler than any of you while doing it."
Ororo just floated down to the ground with a sigh, shaking her head in disbelief. "You are impossible."
"And yet, you're all following me," Harry said with a dramatic look around, as if surprised by his own brilliance. "Come on, clean-up time. You'll thank me later. Trust me, this is the kind of life lesson you'll remember."
Jean smirked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Right, because we're going to thank you for doing absolutely nothing except making us clean up your mess."
Harry rolled his eyes, tossing an imaginary piece of lint off his shoulder like he was too good for this earth. "I'm just gonna go ahead and leave you guys to it. You know, for 'motivational' purposes. Don't worry about me, though. I'll be out there saving the world or—oh, I don't know—maybe just being awesome."
With that, he turned and began strolling away, whistling a jaunty little tune, his steps light and carefree as if he hadn't just spent the last hour utterly wrecking the place.
Jean watched him for a second, then let out an exasperated sigh. "Well, that's just great. We get to clean up the mess he made, and then what? He's off somewhere planning his next stunt."
Tonks had already started stretching, her grin widening. "Oh, you know Harry. He's probably already planning his next big idea—like, I don't know, shaking the heavens and the earth or something." She pulled off a ridiculous spin, making an over-the-top pose as if getting ready to strike some dramatic action scene. "But we, on the other hand, have to clean up. Like good little soldiers."
Ororo couldn't help but smile, shaking her head. "You know, he's right about one thing. We have a mess to clean up. And it will make us better."
Jean looked around at the wreckage—the trees that had been uprooted, the stone chunks scattered like confetti, the crack in the earth where Ororo's bolt had hit—and for a moment, her shoulders sagged. It was a lot. A lot to handle, a lot to live up to. But then, because she was Jean, she snapped herself back to attention, shaking her head and flicking her hair over her shoulder with a flair only she could manage.
"Alright," Jean said with a smile that could only mean trouble. "Clean-up crew, assemble. Let's show Harry we can handle our own mess." Her eyes glinted mischievously. "And when he comes back, we'll be the ones standing tall, not him."
Tonks raised her hand like a child who had just been told they could be in charge. "I call dibs on using my transfiguration to fix the trees. I think it'd be funnier if I turned them into giant mushrooms."
"Maybe let's not give Wong another reason to lecture us," Ororo said dryly, but even she couldn't suppress the corner of her lips from twitching up into a smile.
As they worked together to fix the mess, it became clear: Harry was right about one thing. They were learning. They were learning not just about their powers, but how to balance the weight of the responsibility they were inheriting. How to wield that power, and how to clean up the chaos it caused. And if they were going to do it, well, they might as well have some fun while they were at it.
As for Harry? He was already off to the next adventure, probably annoying someone else with his charisma, his easy confidence, and the sound of that damn whistle. But somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew—just like they did—that, in the end, they were all in this together.
"Yeah, yeah, he's the worst," Jean muttered, flicking a chunk of rubble off her path with a flick of her telekinesis, but the smile that tugged at her lips betrayed her words. "But... we'll get him back. One day."
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