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Around 8:30 a.m, while most of Hogwarts, all of Beauxbators and all of Durmstrang are in the Great Hall eating; the Galaxy Red Ranger is outside training.
Right now Harry is doing a sequence of: right hook, left hook, roundhouse, wheel kick then he follows up with an open palm strike and tries to make a fire lion.
"Cub, don't try to force it. Let it come naturally." Simba his galactabeast told him telepathically (all the galaxy rangers can talk telepathically with their Galactabeast).
"Before you tell me to clear my mind, let me remind you that I was taken from my friends and family. So Simba how can I clear my mind?" Harry asks rather rudely, he's just glad that Maya is only seven months along.
While Simba understands why Harry was rude, he doesn't have to take it. So he told Harry to do the sequence 15 more times.
The Group was outside watching Harry unnoticed or they thought so anyways. Four out of six are surprised to see flames coming from each strike hit in the air bar, the palm one which causes smoke.
"Hey Delacour Sisters, do you guys want to spar?" Harry asked the two French students and he got nods as a response.
"Great. The rules are: you are eliminated if you get knocked out, submit, knock down with a fire attack. I want you four Ravenclaws and you five teachers to talk and ask us questions." Harry told the group while the headmaster and the four Head of Houses became visible again with a shocked look on their faces."
As soon as the spar starts, Gabby hits Fleur with a superkick. Harry follows up with a fire wave with a wide arch of his roundhouse.
Gabby countered with one of her own, but Fleur swept Gabby's legs out from under her. As soon as Gabby hit the ground, both girls kiped up H.B.K style.
The three fighters traded blows for a few minutes when the first question was asked.
"Harry, are you related to a Ashley Hammond, the Yellow Space Ranger?" Hermione asked Harry after the name Hammond bugged her all night long. Harry chuckled as he caught Gabby's kick and hit her with a T-Bone.
"Yes. She's my mother. I was half expecting that question last night." Harry answered while he ducked a fireball from Fleur.
Flitwick asks about his fire, because elemental magic is extremely rare and hard, instead of Harry answering it was Luna saying it's because he's a power ranger.
Harry caught the foot of Fleur and threw her into Gabby and sent two fireballs at them. Fleur rolled out of the way as Gabby took both fireballs but still was standing. Harry attempted to hit Gabby with a roundhouse, but she moved back. Harry nailed her with a wheel kick and knocked her out.
McGonagall summons Gabby to them and asks where he learned to fight like this and Harry replies at the KO-35 Flight Academy as he ducked under a spinning heel kick.
Fleur turns around after a failed kick and trys again only for Harry to duck again and hit her with a triple german suplex.
Fleur picks herself up and makes some fire knives in an icepick grip (Zuko style) and attacks Harry only to be blocked by Harry with a fire version of his saber.
While being in bladelock, Harry headbutted her then dropped and swept Fleur legs out from under her but she rolled backwards to stand back up only for Harry to catch her into the Rear Naked Choke. With no option, Fleur tapout giving Harry the win.
After a few minutes with Fleur glaring at Gabby and Gabby responding with a 'What'.
"Let's talk about the kick. The damn spar barely started and you kicked my head nearly off". Fleur all but demande of her sister.
"What! You know I have the dodgy eye thing. If it makes you feel better, I was aiming at Harry" Gabby defended herself.
Harry begins to laugh at the sisters who began to argue in French. Harry reaches into his bag to pull out a clean shirt and takes off his current one when an idea hits him.
"My tracker!" an excited Harry exclaimed.
Now the Ravenclaws, the Teacher's, and the two sisters are confused, so Harry explained about his tracker in his shirts he made after his third kidnapping.
Harry snaps something in his shirt collar and a red light begins to flash.
Back on the Astro, Ashley is running different programs to find her son when a red light begins to flash. So Ashley checks it out only to see its son's tracker.
...
It's her son's tracker. They can find him now.
"Everybody who can, come to the bridge now please." Ashley said into the mic as everyone bar Carlos came to her.
"Where!" Maya yelled as soon as she got in the room with the other rangers, while the other rangers didn't want anything to do with the irated pregnant yellow ranger.
Ashley told them that the computer says Earth. Now that doesn't help Maya's mood.
"I can pinpoint where he's at" a computerized feminem voice said out loud.
Everyone was surprised until Kendrix remembered the A.I, Harry made in their college/academy days. He based it off D.E.C.A.
"Dee-Dee? Is that you?" Kendrix asks suspiciously.
"Yes Miss Drix. Master Harry finally finished my program and installed me into the Astro Mk. 3 yesterday, before his kidnapping.
Sadly it will take us a few weeks even at top speeds because when the shields blew up it took out our hyperdrive." Dee-Dee replied to Rangers.
Damon looks up from the computer he was working with, when he saw nine pairs of eyes on him.
"What! I know the simple stuff like fuel lines and stuff. The more space like stuff is Harry's area, plus he won't let anyone work on that bar
Andros, Zane, and myself. Even then I'm a simple mechanic and Zane and Andros are fighters."
Leo shakes his head as he's getting in the Co-pilot seat and begins to type in Harry tracer number to plot a course to Scotland. Leo double checked to make sure.
A few weeks after the fight, Harry was summoned with the other Champions for the weighing of the wands.
"The what?" Harry asks as he was told the name, before he continues his rant.
"D.. do I need to be nude? Why is Fleur here then because the last time I knew girls don't have wand.? Then again it has been a few weeks since Maya and myself ha-." Fleur cut Harry off with an elbow to the gut and Harry followed up with a 'Damn it Woman'.
"They mean our magic wands!" Fleur growled out then her face turned to one of horror.
"Maya has told me that my wand is a 'Magic Wand'" Harry replied with the biggest sh*te eating eat while he did air quotes at magic wand.
Now everyone besides the Champions doesn't get it.
"Where's you proof at? I mean, you are the youngest one of us and you can claim that." Viktor asks with honest wonder on his face.
"Given the fact that my fiancée is pregnant is my proof." Harry relied proudly.
A cough from Dumbledore got the Champions attention.
"May I introduce Mr. Ollivander?" said Dumbledore, taking his place at the judges' table and talking to the champions. "He will be checking your wands to ensure that they are in good condition before the tournament."
Harry hooked around, and with a jolt of surprise saw an old wizard with large, pale eyes standing quietly by the window. Harry had never met Mr. Ollivander before.
"Mademoiselle Delacour, could we have you first, please?" said Mr. Ollivander, stepping into the empty space in the middle of the room.
Fleur Delacour swept over to Mr. Olhivander and handed him her wand.
"Hmm..." he said.
He twirled the wand between his long fingers like a baton and it emitted a number of pink and gold sparks. Then he held it chose to his eyes and examined it carefully.
"Yes," he said quietly, "nine and a half inches...inflexible...rosewood...and containing...dear me..."
"An 'air from ze 'ead of a veela," said Fleur. "One of my grandmuzzer's."
So Fleur was part veela, thought Harry, making a mental note to tell Kai...then he remembered that Kai wasn't with him right now.
"Yes," said Mr. Ollivander, "yes, I've never used veela hair myself, of course. I find it makes for rather temperamental wands...however, to each his own, and if this suits you..."
Mr. Ollivander ran his fingers along the wand, apparently checking for scratches or bumps; then he muttered, "Orchideous!" and a bunch of flowers burst from the wand tip.
"Very well, very well, it's in fine working order," said Mr. Ollivander, scooping up the flowers and handing them to Fleur with her wand. "Mr. Diggory, you next."
Fleur gilded back to her seat, smiling at Cedric as he passed her.
"Ah, now, this is one of mine, isn't it?" said Mr. Ollivander, with much more enthusiasm, as Cedric handed over his wand. "Yes, I remember it well. Containing a single hair from the tail of a particularly fine male unicorn...must have been seventeen hands; nearly gored me with his horn after I plucked his tail. Twelve and a quarter inches...ash...pleasantly springy. It's in fine condition...You treat it regularly?"
"Polished it last night," said Cedric, grinning.
A cough that sounded a lot like 'that's what she said' came from Harry. Cedric, beginning to like the newbie, gives Harry the figure.
Mr. Ollivander sent a stream of silver smoke rings across the room from the tip of Cedric's wand, pronounced himself satisfied, and then said, "Mr. Krum, if you please."
Viktor Krum got up and slouched, round-shouldered and duck-footed, toward Mr. Ollivander. He thrust out his wand and stood scowling, with his hands in the pockets of his robes.
"Hmm," said Mr. Olhivander, "this is a Gregorovitch creation, unless I'm much mistaken? A fine wand-maker, though the styling is never quite what I...however..."
He lifted the wand and examined it minutely, turning it over and over before his eyes.
"Yes...hornbeam and dragon heartstring?" he shot at Krum, who nodded. "Rather thicker than one usually sees...quite rigid...ten and a quarter inches...Avis!"
The hornbeam wand let off a blast like a gun, and a number of small, twittering birds flew out of the end and through the open window into the watery sunlight.
"Good," said Mr. Ollivander, handing Krum back his wand. "Which leaves...Mr. Potter."
"Yeah no. I was already told I'm not to be nude. Plus the small spells I do use, I do it without a wand. If you want to check something of mine, I can let you check my morpher. But only you."
"You don't use a wand? Wandless magic? How?" Bagman stummer over his own words as Harry shrugs.
"I don't know how. About three or four years ago, I met Fleur and her family, they showed me and my team magic. I can do a handful of them without a wand. I never thought much of a piece of wood, even magical wood helping"
"Th.. Thank you Mr. Pott-Hammond." Dumbledore was saying before Rita buted in, as Harry was glaring at the headmaster.
"Harry, can I call you Harry, of course I can" the ugliest person Harry has met (that's saying something when you bring up Furio and Trakeena bug form) asked then answered her own question.
"You touch me, I'll scream rape as loud as I can." Harry threaten her before she could touch him.
Rita thinking Harry is trying to be funny grab Harry forearm, only for Harry to spin and hip toss her onto a table while screaming
"RAPE" unfortunately (or fortunately depends on who you're asking) for Rita the whole school heard.
