Brother's in Arms Brother as Heroes
Summary- Harry thought his life was over. That just when things should have been going the best for him everything that had come crashing down around him with the added insult of a dagger in the back along with that. But what happens when because of what he felt was the worst thing that could have happened to him Harry finds himself getting the one thing he had always wanted; a family? Sure, it came with a lot of different quirks, both figuratively and literally, but it's got to be better then what he had before right? Harry Potter/ My Hero Academia crossover.
Disclaimer- I do not own or make any profit off of either Harry Potter or My Hero Academia.
A.N-I am writing this because the wonderful stories Pulled to the Future by Cyber Psychic and another of Cyber Psychic's stories call Datenshi both of which I really loved and inspired me to write this story.
A.N.N- I am unsure about the pairings that are going to be in this but it most likely going to be a mixture of different pairings for different people. Be it male/male pairing, male/female pairing or female/female pairing. Just letting you know this before you start reading altogether.
CHAPTER ONE
Shivering slightly Harry cursed and attempted to keep some of the little remaining warmth he had within him actually in him. Despite this icy breeze and nearly frozen rain that seemed to hit him in the worst of places; attempting to rob him of said warmth.
As he curled up in as tight a ball as he could, clutching the thin nearly destroyed black robe he currently had on around him as tightly as he could get it. Doing his best to ignore the fact that said robe was slightly damp, was now always slightly damp, and seemed to be made almost completely of strips of clothing more then anything else as he did so. Meaning despite how much he tried said robe barely covered any of his otherwise naked body.
Doing his best to ignore all of his and being thankful he even had the worn and torn robe in the first place. After all, with it he at least some form of cover. More then they'd want him to have anyway. As said cover while not giving him much warmth did give him a small sense of comfort having it on to begin with. Which again was something They really didn't want him to have.
Seeing as They seemed to want to break him more than anything else and taking the very little amount of covering he currently had; despite how little it actually was. Would have most likely seemed like the perfect idea to help push him further into the dark cavern of madness that the world he was in, seemed to want him to fall face first into.
In fact, despite how little the cloak in question was Harry felt that loosing it could end up being the straw that broke the camel's back. At least when added with everything else he had already suffered through from Their hands. Not to mention everything else he had gone through in the Hell he had to call his life.
Currently Harry, as he curled into himself and attempted to both stay warm and to stop the effects this place had on him from over takin him, tried not to think of how he ended up in the situation he was in, and had been in for the last six month, had actually began.
Of course, like everything else that seemed to go on with him lately, it seemed his own mind rebelled against him as well. And Harry found himself once again thinking about just how he had ended up in the utter Hell hole known by many as Azkaban Prison; despite having done nothing wrong.
It had started on a pretty normal day, one that happened to be not long after Harry had finally managed to defeat the so-called dark Lord Voldemort once and for all. In fact, it happened about maybe a little bit over a week after what everyone had started to call the final battle at Hogwarts's grounds.
Harry had actually begun to hope that things were going to start going better for him then they had been before. At least now that he no longer had a madman after his head like he had before, and now that he finally had the freedom that had been denied by him for so long by others. He felt, now that he looked back on it, that he honestly should have known better than to dare be that hopeful; that naive.
Because on that day Harry had just left from Gringotts bank having done several things that he had felt needed to be done there before he had left. Things that he honestly never had a chance to do before the war, and now after the war he wasn't going to let them continue to be undone any long; not when he could help it otherwise.
The very first thing he had done was that he had paid the bank in question back for the damages he had done. While at the same time explaining why he had done what he had when he had done it.
Something that the Goblins had reluctantly accepted. Mainly because Harry had been the only one of his group to actual go there to apologize and explain why he had done what he had done in to first place.
Not to mention being responsible enough for his actions to make sure that he paid back for the damages he had caused by doing what he had. Which put him off the blacklist in the goblins mind back to utterly neutral; similar to how he had been before his disastrous last trip in the bank in question had been.
Though the same could not be said for the others who had been with him during his heist during his last visit as they hadn't even attempted to make right what they had done and had in fact attempted to stop Harry from doing so himself. Telling Harry that what they had done was for the greater good, and that the goblins would understand it.
At the same time the Neutrality that Harry now had certainly came in handy for what Harry had done next. Seeing as Harry had rewritten his will, or to be more precise he really wrote out his first will. As he had felt that since he was no longer in the war, he shouldn't really keep the will the Headmaster had made in his place shortly before his fourth year. After all things had certainly changed for him since there; not including all the death said war had caused. Meaning a new will was needed, and he had ordered the Headmaster's one to quickly be destroyed and his put in its place until he made a newer one that is.
Lastly because Harry had been planning on traveling for a bit and doing what he could to discover who he was; who Harry really was. Something he had never had a chance to do before, as he had to be the boy-who-lived that the wizarding world seemed to need so badly for the war that had just ended. Harry had also taken out an old traveling trunk from one of his family's vaults. One that was currently empty, shrunken down and placed on the necklace that had been designed to carry it, while Harry had planned to go to several near by shops to fill it up so he could begin his travels.
Or at least that had been what Harry had been planning to do. Because soon after he had exited the Bank, and began to walk into one of the nearby shops, a potion shop if Harry remembered correct, was when things started to take a turn for the worst for him; reminding Harry that he really was fate's whipping boy as it did so.
Because once Harry attempted to beginning his shopping, he quickly began to notice how everyone was reacting to him. How once again they seemed to be treating him differently than they had been just days earlier.
Seeing as before they seemed to be thankful for him, and a little too touchy for Harry to feel comfortable around them. In fact, Harry often attempted to go out during times he knew it wasn't going to be busy as he was usually mobbed in some way when every he had gone out before.
Now it seemed their reactions had taken a complete flip in the opposite direction; more so then it had ever been before. Even after his fifth year when everyone seemed to believe he was lying about Voldemort's return those nearly three years ago it hadn't seemed as bad as it currently was. Making Harry wonder just what was going on and why people seemed to be so afraid of him when he hadn't done nothing wrong; at least nothing he could remember.
This really began to show as people pulled their children away from him. Literally doing their best to hiding them from Harry's view. Before glaring at Harry as if he was worse the Voldemort himself. While at the same time looking as if they were second from scooping up their children and running for their very lives away from Harry. Something that confused Harry greatly until he saw an abandon newspaper on the ground.
One that had obviously just come out recently, and one that had a blaring flashing headline that said: Boy-who-lived, More like the Man-who lived to be Death! With a clear picture of him that looked as if had been taken while he was dueling someone as he looked rather serious not to mention utter deadly in the picture. Rather threatening if Harry didn't know himself.
Seeing this headline and after reading the little bit that he could Harry quickly turned around to escape. Not wanting to see just what the wizarding world had planned for him now that they obviously believed the newspapers about him; again. And at the same time, not wanting to face the fact that the only way the Mistry could know anything like that about him was if those his so-called best friends, his family, had told them. And there for betray Harry's trust in doing so.
However, before Harry could really escape, he found something hard slamming into his head, and then three times more when he hit the ground; continuously until he blacked out. Once he had woken up Harry had found out that his supposed best friend, and brother in all but blood, Ronal Weasley had used a nearby potion cauldron and hit him in the head repeatedly with it. Something Ron had been continuously praised for in the mocking thing that the Ministry had dared called a trail for Harry.
Where Harry had to listen as lie after lie was spit out about him by those he had believed had his back. That he had believed had cared for him as much as he had them, that he had believed were his family. By those he had quite literally died for and even killed for during the war.
Only to have that thrown in his face as he was repeatably stabbing in the back as all sorts of obscenities where screamed at him. As they quite literally smacked, hit, or even spat on Harry and called him the worst dark lord in the history of the wizarding world. One that they had luckily caught before he could even begin his disastrous, deadly, plans.
That due to the righteous work of those that wanted what was best for the wizarding world, A.K.A Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, that the wizarding world wouldn't have to suffer through yet another Dark Lord so soon after they had gotten rid of the last one.
During all of this Harry could only watch, having been soundly silenced before his sham of a trial had even began. As everyone he had fought for, had died for had come back and lived for, betrayed him in the worst ways possible.
As he did this, and as he was finally sentenced to several life sentences in Azkaban Harry could help give a little bitter smirk himself as he heard whispers of how they were finally going to get the Money Harry had. That they were finally getting what they deserved for putting up with Harry for as long as they had.
Hearing this even as he was being dragged off to what he knew was going to be hell on earth for him, Harry couldn't help be a little grateful what he had been able to do before he had been captured. After all the traitors really weren't going to be able to get what they wanted from him; at least not nearly as much as they wanted.
Mainly because despite what the Ministry thought they held no grounds within Gringotts, which is why despite having arrested several deatheaters they had never been able to claim their vaults. Like the Ministry wanted to do. In fact, the only thing that the Ministry could do was wait for him to die and activate his will.
Which because he had changed it so much would be a rather big surprise to all those that thought Harry would still keep Dumbledore's will up. In fact, at the moment despite, being in prison Harry was the only who could really do anything with his vaults, or his will for that matter.
This was another reason that Harry, who was now back out of his memories of his more recent past, knew he was in the situation he currently was. As the Ministry and those that had betrayed him those six months ago were attempting to break him and make it so Harry would create a different will that would give them everything they wanted. Break him so that even without his death that they could get what they wanted from him; in one way or another.
Which meant, that even though nothing they were doing was even the least bit legal, those that wanted to break him were doing everything in their power could to make Harry stay in Azkaban even worse than it normal would be.
More so then it had been for anyone else, especially when you include the fact that the Dementors seemed to be permanently stationed near his cell. At least they were when he wasn't having 'visitors' which almost had Harry wished the Dementors where there instead.
Something that Harry hadn't thought would have been possible if he hadn't lived through it himself. But currently Harry was actually experiencing a small break from the others attempts to break him and honestly this break was scaring him more than most of the things they had already done to him.
As he knew it meant that they were planning something for him that was going to be worse than anything else they had put him though so far. As each time previous when he had gotten a break before, especially as long as this one seemed to be, it was always followed by some torturous plan that someone made up.
One that usually put Harry so close to death Harry swore he could actual hear death himself speaking to him. That he could hear the very voice of his mother and father speaking to him; comforting him. Make Harry wonder just what was waiting for him at the end of this small reprieve and if he did want it to be the one that finally did kill him; just so he could be with his real family once again.
The sound of a nearby steel door opening let Harry know that he was about to find out just what they now had planned for him. And Harry unwilling to let them see the fear he had for whatever it was they were planning for him, or at least the painful parts of whatever they planned for him, to show put his face into what had long since became a familiar icy mask.
One that he knew utterly frustrated those that were trying to break him and a mask that Harry did his best to always wear around everyone that came to his cell just for that reason. As Harry never really wanted to give the traitors the satisfaction of see just how close they were to breaking him.
Though after facing the wands of several people at once all firing spells that would knock him out or stun him in one way or another. While at the same time having no room what so ever to dodge said spells, or even a way to defend himself from said spells, did cause Harry to temporarily lose said mask before fighting back to keep it up; even as he was hit by all those spells.
Waking up, Harry felt his eyes widen in fear once he realized where he was. Or at least his eye temporarily widened before he forced them back into a more neutral fashion as he stared at the traitors that had obviously waiting for him to wake up.
Waiting for him to react, possible thrown himself back from where they had him placed. And were rather disappointed in the reaction Harry gave, while Harry himself was rather disappointed he reacted at all. But then again when one woke up nearly right in front of what the Ministry called the veil of death it was rather difficult to keep a neutral face.
Still Harry did do his best to continue to refuse to give anyone the reactions they seemed to crave. Even as the Minster at the moment began to speak to Harry after seeing that he had woken up; the Minister's tone both snug and superior sounding as he did so.
"Potter, we have had enough of you attitude. You haven't given in with the generous plans that we have made for you, in a failed attempt to bring you back to the side of the light. And because you are so dark, and because no one know just what powers you may have. It has been decided by me, and my council beside me, that because you will not turn back to the side of light by doing the duty that is expected of you. That we simply cannot afford to give you a chance to escape and unleash your plans on the good people of the wizarding world. Because of this, as a whole, we all agree that it is best to send you through the veil of death to take care of the stain you cause on the wizarding world once and for all."
Harry hearing this temporarily froze, his inner thoughts of how long winded the Minister was stopping and then an internal screaming of what did he just say coming out instead. Before his thought once more took a different turn.
As be began to wonder if going through the veil was all that bad of a thing to happen. He knew that the traitors would never get what they wanted from him if he did go through the veil now. Just as he knew that eventual they would be able to break him if he did stay. As he knew he was starting to break already and he really didn't want to give any of them the satisfaction of actually break him when nothing else in his life had done so; at least not so far. So, with that in mind Harry didn't put up any fight when he was shoved through the veil that had claimed his Godfather's life almost four years ago.
Only to immediately regret not fighting about being pushed through the veil not even seconds later. As, after fully entering the veil in question, and after the second the department of mysteries completely disappeared from view sheer agony suddenly tore its way through his body.
As his previously block magic suddenly ripped its way through his body. As the feeling of all his bones snapping all at once occurred. As if felt like some of those bones where literally being ripped out of him and as every other part of his body felt like it was both simultaneously being melted and frozen together before being utterly crushed by some large outside forced.
Then Harry felt as if all his senses and his very magic left him, altogether. As he suddenly went from feeling too much, to being unable to feel anything at all. Unable to see anything, hear anything, taste anything or even smell anything whatsoever. Not even the very magic that had been with him all his life; something he had never felt before. As even if his magic had been blocked from him for the last six months, he could at least still feel it during that time.
At the moment honestly Harry felt was even worse than the torture he had just suffered though not even moments ago, and it only just got worse from there. As all his sense suddenly blared back to life more powerful than he ever felt them being before in a very painful fashion.
It was a torture that was worse than anything Harry could recall going through as him mind suddenly felt as if it was being overwhelmed and every nerve felt as if they had been lite on fire; similar but worse the then the Curcio curse he had been under multiple times before.
However, it was also something that unexpectedly came to an end as Harry found himself abruptly slamming on to what felt like a ground and as he swiftly blacked out from the suddenness of everything that had happened.
Unable to stop a slight whimper from leaving his mouth Harry began to wake up, his entire body aching in ways he had never felt before as he did so; or at least not in the particular way. Yet, at the same time, even despite this ache feeling better than Harry had recalled every feeling at the same time.
This feeling, and the memory of what had happened to him before he had blacked out earlier, caused Harry to quickly jump up to his feet. Desperately needed to see just what had happened both to him, and where he currently was. Because even after just waking up Harry could tell he was no long in the veil of death. Nor was he anywhere near what he knew was the Ministry of magics. In fact, Harry wasn't even sure he was anywhere near where he had been for, as oddly enough the very air didn't feel the same; if that made any sense.
However as soon as he jumped up Harry found himself falling flat on his back just as fast as he had gotten up. Something Harry immediately knew just why that had happened as he looked wide eyed at his body; or the changes he could see that had happened to his body. Changes that were really visible even from Harry simply looking down at his body, and changes that Harry knew where much more then what he could see at the moment.
Knowing this Harry wildly looked for a nearby reflective surface so he could see just what else had changed about him; he needed to know this. It was by doing this rather wild despite searching that caused Harry to notice what looked like an abandon mirror in what Harry could tell was a burnt-out building.
Paying no mind to the fact he was in what looked to be a burnt-out building, with what look like several others beside it, at least for the moment Harry did. Instead he dashed off toward the mirror he just found; despite to find out just what else had changed about him. As every instinct he had told him something seriously and life changing had just occurred to him; meaning he had to find out just what it was. And he needed to do so now.
Once he got to this mirror, albeit one that was partially broken but still showed his reflection just as clear as any mirror would have. What Harry saw when he did this was, something that left him once more falling to the ground again eyes wide in disbelieve. This time wondering if perhaps he had passed out from pain and was having a rather deranged pain induced dream; again.
As currently his reflection wasn't one that he was used to. Even if it had been a good six month since he had last seen said reflections; and even if he knew he most likely had some rather bad scars from all the 'lessons' he had been given while in Azkaban.
Still, even with that, Harry knew that six months couldn't have changed his reflection as much as his current one was; not without him noticing it had happened before hand. Or not without the others saying some, and they certainly would have said something about what Harry looked like now; that Harry had no doubt about.
As instead of the almost eighteen-year-old he had been before, as instead of the slightly stock but short build he had before, and as instead of the short black-haired teen that he had been before was. There was something completely different in the mirror in front of him now.
His reflection now was that of a small child that looked to be around five years old at the very most. Not only that but the child in question looked both small and fragile even for the age Harry currently looked. But not in a starved kind of way Harry knew he had looked like as when he had really been a child but more in a rather delicate almost doll like way. Making Harry feel rather uncomfortable as Harry had never been someone who was either fragile or delicate; despite how he looked now.
His new look had the same wild black hair he had before but instead of being cut short as he had been, it now fell to his shoulder; and actually seemed to be more controlled with the heavy weight of the hair. Though one thing he noticed quickly, and was immensely grateful for was that, thankfully, he still had the brilliant emerald green eyes he had all his life; he still had his mother's eyes.
But the one thing, or the several things that really caught Harry's attention was the biggest changes that had occurred to him. Even more so then the deage he had undergone; at least into Harry's eyes it was. And this was the fact he now had brilliant silver fox like ears sticking out his head in stark contrast to the pitch-black hair he had. Not only that but he also had five flowing sliver tails waving slightly behind him. Which to his disbelieving eyes Harry could feel as he thought about moving them. Giving Harry the feeling that with a bit of training or work he could control those tails similar to how he could control another limb; like his hand.
Swallowing heavily and wondering just what had happened to him, and why he now looked like what he had found out Kitsunes looked like. Something he knew because of his love of mythology, and after reading several different books on them; as well as other creatures like them. Not to mention wondering just why for that matter he had been deaged to what looked like to be the age of five; and that was at the oldest.
Not to mention, as he finally took the surrounding of the area he had apparently appeared in, why he was in what looked to be a small burnt out house, with a few others beside it, all in what appeared to be an equally burnt out looking forest. An area that Harry noticed looked, and felt, like it was abandoned by everyone else that could be around.
Realizing this and starting to feel a growing panic building up in him. Both because of the fact all the changes that had suddenly occurred to him and the fact that even after going through the so-called veil of death he hadn't died, Harry quickly began to move.
Running from the area he knew he had landed from the veil in looking for anyone who could hopeful give him answers. While at the same time mentally praying that no one would have a negative reaction to him now looking like he thought a five tailed kitsune would look like. Because merlin knows he would have gotten all sorts of negative reactions if this had happened while he had still been in the wizarding world; even before that twice dammed newspaper had come out.
Knowing this, and after calming down a bit, or at least numbing down his emotions like he had in his prison, Harry decide to what little he could to prepare for whatever reactions there may be for his new appearance. Only then would he continue on his search for someone to get information on.
To do this Harry began to wonder how he could hide his changes, or at least cover them enough they would be noticeable. That is when Harry remember the cloak he had been wearing when he had been tossed through the veil in the first place. The cloak that had offered him a small amount of comfort while he had been imprisoned, and the cloak that would hopeful be able to help him once more.
Thinking on this Harry, realized that he wasn't wearing the cloak in question at all, and that in fact he had been running around completely naked. Realizing this Harry fought back a massive blush and began to look around him. Hoping that with his shrinking and deaging that his cloak has simply slipped off him where he had landed.
Fortunately, it seemed that for once in a long-time luck was actually on his side, as Harry saw there where he had landed the torn-up cloak he was looking for. Seeing this Harry quickly went over to said cloak and began to make some form of covering for his new form; even if he did have to regrettably rip said cloak even more to do this.
Harry knowing that all the clothing he currently had was the cloak he had, and even then the cloak wouldn't be all that much clothing seeing as it was basically scraps, Harry went to work.
As he tied the ends of part of the cloak he had together and makes a sort of misshapen shirt that goes to his knees. While using the other, much smaller part of the cloak that was remaining make a sort of scarf like hooded thing to hide his ears; even if it ended up looked raggedy and barely cover his head.
While at the same time wrapping his tails tightly around his waist to attempt to pass the off as an overly fluffy fur like belt. All of the really wasn't much but at the same time he hoped that it would work and wouldn't bring too much attention to him; as at the moment he felt he could perhaps pass off as child living on the streets or something similar to that. But now that he was covered and feeling a bit more confident Harry took back off running once more in search of the answers he still wanted.
Harry after running around for a good ten minutes Harry quite literally ran into a young woman and her son whom was by her side. As he did this Harry ended up staring wide eyed at the woman, he had just ran into had heard her say, in what Harry felt was a warm motherly voice.
"Oh, are you ok little one? Who are you? My name is Inko Midoriya and this is my son Izuku, he looks to be around you age; maybe a little younger."