This is a story based on a drabble of Y.A.O.I.F. Big Hero 8, I will try to upload a chapter a week. I hope you enjoy it. All comments are welcome.

I do not know how much with the rights of Big Hero 6 (if it had Tadashi never opened dead) or Harry Potter (and I would like:()

English is not my original language and it is difficult for me to write in English, so I am sorry for the mistakes, if you want to read it in my original language, you can find it here s/12540734/1/Un-vistazo -to the future

One would think that moving to the other side of the pond hundreds of miles from your problems would make them magically (* coff * magical * coff *) disappear and leave you alone, but what you don't expect is that they persecute you all the way to your new home a year and a half later; Nor do you expect all the visions of the future you could see (then what the hell is Professor Don Trelawney's use).

I assume you have no idea who I am or what I'm talking about, so get comfortable and let me give you a quick rundown of my life so far:

My name is Harry J. Potter and I am currently 21 years old. Both of my parents, James and Lily Potter, were killed by a crazy follower of a maniac when I was supposed to be too young to remember, but I remember. I have an eidetic memory which means that I remember everything, and when I say everything is EVERYTHING. I have black hair resembling a messy bird's nest, a painful stature of 5.5 feet accompanied by a lanky body, and pale skin that never gets a flicker of color, no matter how much I see the sun (not that San Fransokyo gets much sun). I have green eyes, like emeralds in color, with the super weakness that if I take off my glasses I'm almost a Topo (blessed magic that keep me from falling). By the way I am a magician, like a magician who flies on brooms, brews potions in cauldrons, and has black cats (but I lost my broom, I hate potions, and I've never had a cat). Other than that, I can see the future, and no, I do not use Tarot cards or read tea leaves or things like that - I only receive visions in my mind, but it certainly helps a lot to use reflective surfaces like the cliché crystal ball, but I can also use a mirror, a window, a glass or a puddle in the street - I am not picky).

I have been living in San Fransokyo since I was 18 (when I could legally leave my abusive family's home without anyone being able to return me) in a small apartment than I pay with my decent waiter's salary. I work at the restaurant Mahō no Hana, however, it is currently undergoing renovations and will not be open again until next year ... my boss won the lottery and used some of the money for renovations, but was generous enough to give the workers, including myself, enough money to live comfortably for a while as a show of gratitude.

* Sigh * My family, how to describe them? Well to begin with I hate them and the feeling is mutual. I was practically his slave and although none of my uncles never hit me he said that words don't hurt, is because never been told him a single insult in his entire life. I was never beaten but that does not mean that my childhood and adolescence were free of blows. I was the favorite boxing bag of my cousin and his gang (to be honest, I still I am) and they love to play a game called "hunt Harry." What was the game? I had 10 seconds to run as far as possible from them and try to escape, after those 10 seconds they would come for me. If they caught me, all of them would give me a beating that would hurt me (though luckily the worst beating only took me out for about a week), but as they say, out of necessity born force, or something like that, so over time I started to come back faster and the time they gave me to escape was shorter. Believe me when I say that I could easily win a gold medal in the 100 m flat in the Olympics with my speed and with my resistance I could certainly manage to finish a marathon.

(Note to me: find a new job)

Recapitulating: I currently live in San Fransokyo. I moved here from England. I hate my family and they hate me. I am currently unemployed, looking for work, and my cousin continues to torment me ... you ask how he still torments me if he should be hundreds of kilometers away from my current location? Well, it turns out that he was expelled from all the prestigious universities in the United Kingdom and part of the United States in a short time (I am sure that is a record for the Guinness) and I ended up here in San Fransokyo with him, at possibly the only university where he has mysteriously not been expelled.

And this is my life so far ... Happy 21st Birthday to me.

Last updated July 31, 2043 00:55

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Harry thrust his neck as he closed the laptop where he had been writing what had recently become a daily journal to put all his predictions so they would not be hanging around his head all day.

-Uff it's late and tomorrow I expect a mix of doing nothing and look for a new job…-I muttered to myself as I place my laptop under the bed and lay down to sleep.

-I hope I don't see Dudley tomorrow, I don't think I have the energy to escape him and his gang.-with those last words, I placed my glasses on my bedside table and fell asleep.

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The morning arrived sooner than I wanted with the strident alarm that marked the beginning of another day. Quickly a pale hand came to silence it along with the distinctive sound of the sheets being removed. Harry looked for his glasses, ran his hands through his hair and got out of bed giving a quick glance at the clock with their bright numbers that marked 7am.

As soon as he was awake, he got up, going to the small closet and grabbed the first clothes he could find in a forest green shirt, old denim trousers and some converse older than his stay in the city. After bathing and dressing he went to the living room / kitchen to prepare a bowl of cereal and grab the black helmet and the keys of the old bike of his godfather Sirius, closing the door and going down three flights of stairs left the small Apartment in the center of San Fransokyo. Walking slowly towards the alley where he was parked his motorcycle was placed the helmet turned on the motorcycle and accelerated towards the streets of the city that little by little were filled with people the more it approached the financial district.

After almost three years of living in San fransokyo Harry knew perfectly mode in the city. To get to his previous job he had to cross much of the city from his apartment to the docks; This time did not go so far there is a small park a few blocks from where is being built the new building of Krei Tech Industries which had a kiosk where currently it was still sold not already used as paper and electronic paper, It was a good place to start looking for work is not to expect to earn too much money because thank you Hogwarts your non-mag education had stayed in primary and recently had finished high school thanks to online courses so could not expect a great job, Really anything Serbian, the money they had given him would not last forever.

Dodging traffic at top speed with a slight tilt on his part felt like he was back at Hogwarts (in the middle of the Quidditch pitch) I arrived at Renge Park. It was a beautiful park full of lush trees and streams that traversed the place to the small lake that was located on the opposite side of where Harry was now, each stream had a small oriental style bridge that connected the land on both sides no doubt Was a place full of peace and tranquility in the middle of this great city, especially now of the morning where the park was almost empty. I quickly parked the old bike near the bicycles that were on the side of the central road and only taking the helmet and the keys with him as a company to the center of the park where the kiosk was. He really liked to do things from time to time (use occasionally to write, read the paper newspaper, wear a hooded cloak, or simply travel around the old side of the city), as a reminder of How was lost in time the magical community in the UK was. In the United States, things had progressed more quickly by staying on the sidelines with the no-mag world and making both societies blend more than their European counterparts, clear unemployment without revealing their identity; That's why Harry visited this kiosk specifically for everyone in town, if you said the right words not only find normal newspapers, but also magical and even since his graduation from Hogwarts had not visited the magical world more than a few How many purchases did not make it bad to find a job there.

- Young Harry, it's good to see you - the voice came from the owner of the kiosk who was an older person with white hair and gray eyes

-James, it's good to see you again, - Harry said, putting his helmet on the counter and taking out his wallet. -Can you give me one of every newspaper you have, even the" forgotten in funds "? - After nodding the gentleman began to get all the newspapers asked, soon to small stack of about 10 newspapers were perfectly sorted in the counter.

So, are you looking for a new job or a global crisis? The salesman simply asked him what Harry was counting on.

-A new job, - I say and then added with a small smile, - world crises are not my thing.

- Of course, you have always seen more things a little more every day, and only if you know the person can you see your future at will. - Harry gives you money to pay, but James shook his head - sales have gone up thanks to the retro waves that It has the Young people of today, they do not pay me.

- How do you think I'm not going to pay you? There are 10 newspapers - answered the man with black hair.

- Well, but I do not accept your money, you avoided many misfortunes of my family since I met you in this same park with nothing more than a motorcycle, a handful of personal items and enough money to eat a couple of days, but not To put a Roof over his head.

- I remember. I had just arrived in San Frasokyo and had not thought very well what I was going to do with my life. And I told them that, to receive me at home was enough thanks for the predictions, I do not seek to gain anything with them. - I answer, again pushing the money in the hands of the gentleman.

-Look, and if we make a deal, - I told the landlord, leaving the money on the counter, "I accept that you pay me four papers, and you tell me a prediction about my eldest daughter, Daisy.

Harry sighs and then answers, -Your old cheater, you know how to deal.

- That's what I do, young man. So, what do you say?

- Very well - Harry quickly counts the money at the counter, picking up the remaining money and puts it back in his wallet - does any surface reflect you to help?

-Of course, I do, - I said at the same time, pulling out a small hand mirror.

- You planned it, did not you? You were waiting for me to stop as you know that sooner or later. The only response he got was a crooked smile and a shrug. Rolling her eyes, I grabbed the mirror and concentrated on it as I remembered Daisy. Soon Harry's green eyes lost focus and his pupils dilated until it almost seemed like his iris was black, he suddenly took a quick puff of air he shook his head to clear it at the same time he blinked quickly for another time Get used to where you were .

-And… what did you see?

- She is smiling at the altar, then carrying a small baby with a blue and green blanket and finally smiling with her husband in the courtyard of a house in the suburbs as the child ran. By the way, tell her that the violet lilacs do not match the beige color, that you do not even think about putting them together. James could only sigh quietly and then laugh at Harry's comment about the colors.

- Of course, I tell you. Thank you very much, Harry.

-Not at all, -said the green-eyed man picking up his helmet and newspapers. -Thanks for the papers, and I want an invitation for the wedding.-

-You're welcome, Harry, and of course you are. Have good luck in your search for a job-

-Thank you,- he said as he headed to a nearby coffee shop to order lunch and start looking in the newspapers.

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Harry had each of the ads in the newspapers on the table along with a half-eaten dish of scrambled eggs, a half-cup of green tea, and a blue feather.

- Well, let's start, there are about 70 ads on each of these pages, with 10 newspapers having at least one acceptable job among so many options - with the pen in hand began to check the newspapers with patience across all the Jobs for which he did not qualify.

After 40 minutes, a cheese plate and two cups of tea after the apparent 700 choices were less than 100, between the magical world and the mundane world.

-Okey, we have 100 options where to fit into what they are looking for in an employee, now to look for jobs that I like, - Harry commented to himself as he bit the tip of the pen and looked at the newspaper in front of Him, Unpleasant or very little was struck one by one, until there were only 10 pleasant and available jobs, 6 of them were in the magical part of San Fransokyo and 4 in the mundane.

Observing that one was not looking, as well as no security camera, I turned one of the newspapers completely crossed out in a small notebook where I began to point out all the telephones and addresses of the works available while I requested the account.

After I had paid for the newspapers, I picked up his helmet and started to leave the cafe, but before opening the coffee door, when he saw the glass door and his reflection in it, his eyes clouded and his pupils dilated While he began unconsciously to hold his breath. His trance was later when the door opened, accompanied by the typical sound of a bell. Harry took a deep breath and shook his head slightly to get out of the place before the door closed completely walking to where his motorcycle was parked in his seat, I took the small notebook "SFIT, showcase, Fire, death, Tadashi?"