Harry hated to admit it, but wherever, or whenever this forsaken place was, there wasn't anything that resembled a 'magical community'.

In another word, he was utterly screwed in more than one way. He had exhausted all option in order to make contact. He had sent countless red sparks up to the sky, tried using Patronus Charm to deliver messages to every wizarding name that he knew of, pissing off the muggle police with all sort of magical shenanigan, like levitating their stuff just out of arm reach, or summoning their chairs right before they sat down, even transfiguring their utensils into a whole miniature zoo in the middle of the holding cell that they put him in after his conversation with Mt. Lady. If there was anyone here that was aware of the existence of magic as Harry knew it, they wouldn't be able to ignore him that long.

The exception to that was the one who arrived here together with him a couple of weeks ago. That 'person', until now, still hadn't shown any sign of activity. That in itself was another cause for concern. It was like the summer before fifth year all over again - waiting in the dark for anything strange to happen, and the following, unavoidable disastrous effect.

Yet, nothing happened so far. Harry couldn't help but wonder if Lord Voldemort was once again resorting to terror tactic and lying low, while recruiting new puppets for his twisted cause.

Or he could be trying to find and kill me, the bitter thought entered his mind. They were so close, just one step away from ridding the world of the sadistic bastard. A chance like that would likely never show up again. Now that both Harry and Voldemort were here, stranded, and without ally, the outcome of their battle should it happen right this moment, could already be foreseen.

Reality wasn't that simple though, with all the Heroes and Villains business thrown into the mix, it became another whole cauldron of headache. Their Quirks were supernatural, but they weren't magic. Would Voldemort accept this difference and work out something with the Villains? Or would he reject them and refuse having anything to do with the 'mudblood'?

Harry certainly hoped that it was the latter, but he also knew that his destined nemesis wasn't so foolish to single-handedly challenge the unknown power of the Heroes, who would, without a doubt, oppose his ideology.

Frankly, he could spend all day trying to figure out what was going on inside the mind of Lord Voldemort, but his thought process was interrupted by the sound of knocking on the door to his room.

"Come in," said Harry as he got up from the mattress on the floor. With a wave of his wand, the blanket folded itself into a neat bundle before floating into the opened closet together with the pillow. Another wave, and the mattress was propped up against the wall.

"Handy trick," the visitor commented after stepping in. He was the one who was tasked with watching over Harry after the police had given up on finding out his origin. There was no record of any Potter in Britain that matched Harry's description, and since even Harry himself couldn't explain how he appeared here, the case had reached a dead end.

That said, the police wasn't able to keep him in their custody, especially after the news of his teleportation 'Quirk' came out. They couldn't fine him for his little stunt against the muddy Villain either, since Harry didn't even have two Knuts to rub together. To make it worse, the Britain government refused to take in someone without proper identifications, so they couldn't just send him back. In the end, they decided that he would be released, but remain under the surveillance of a Pro Hero until further notice.

Harry was suspicious that there was another reason for his early release. That reason being he had been nothing but an annoying little prick to the police on the days he was 'forced' to stay in a cell. It appeared that everything had worked out for the best in the end though.

"Good morning, Kamui Woods," Harry grinned, facing his guardian, whose body appeared to be made out of wood, yet still flexible like a normal person, maybe even more so. Since he fervently refused to be put under the care of the messy Mt. Lady, this bloke had volunteered. "Care to tell me your real name yet?"

"In your dream, Potter," Kamui replied. It was impossible to see his expression under that wooden mask. "Get ready. You get yourself cleaned up, I'll prepare some breakfast and…"

"NO!" Harry shouted before he could stop himself. He then raised his hands and speak quickly in front of a frowning Kamui. At least Harry guessed that he was frowning. "I mean… I will take care of breakfast. I've been living for free here, so I'll have to pull my own weight."

"But you're a guest," Kamui said. "Also, all of your expense is being paid for by the city, since you're considered an orphan, and still a minor."

Right, seventeen is not considered an adult in the muggle world, thought Harry. But that was beside the point, he couldn't let Kamui prepare his breakfast. He made the mistake of allowing that once, and there was only one sentence that could be used to sum up the experience.

Kamui's cooking was beyond horrible.

It was a great mystery how this bloke managed to get by all by himself without knowing how to cook properly, but as long as Harry was here, he wouldn't allow something like that on their dining table.

"Please, I insist," said Harry. "I've been doing this for over a week, why stop now?"

Kamui blinked, then sighed. "Fine, if you put it that way. But hurry up, I need to open the office at eight, sharp."

"Got it, boss," Harry's grin returned in full force. The big digital clock on the wall told him that it was still a few minutes before six thirty - plenty of time to take things a little slow.

And taking things slow, he did, but mostly because he wasn't used to preparing a Japanese breakfast, which, for most day, consisted of white rice, miso soup, fish, and pickled plums. Harry had tried to eat 'natto' once, and he swore that facing Voldemort was an easier task in comparison.

"Thank you," said Kamui as Harry set two breakfast trays down onto their table before sitting down himself.

"Don't mention it," Harry waved it away before picking up his usual set of knife and fork and started eating. Nothing else was said between the two of them during that time, and Harry had been long over his surprise when he saw Kamui's solid mask parted into two, allowing him to eat even in his costume. In hindsight, something like that would be child's play for someone with the ability to control the wood on his body at will.

Harry felt like there should be a dirty joke in there somewhere, but stopped himself from mentioning it out loud in the middle of their meal.

Finally, breakfast ended. Kamui and Harry were relaxing and sipping on their own cup of cold tea when he asked.

"Isn't it time for you to learn how to use chopsticks?"

"Nah, I'm good," Harry shrugged.

"But what if you have to go and eat somewhere else? Please don't tell me you will bring that set everywhere."

Instead of answering, Harry merely raised an eyebrow and pulled out his wand. Just a second later, a shiny silver set of knife and fork appeared on the table between them.

"Of course," Kamui sighed. "What exactly is your Quirk anyway?"

"Ma…"

"Don't say 'magic'," he quickly cut Harry off. "I know what you told the police, but there's no way…"

"Alright, but it's magic."

"Please."

"I'm being totally serious here, despite you still refusing to tell me your name," Harry groaned. Kamui Woods was a good guardian who was just a little too devoted to his Pro Hero duty. Most of the time, he just let Harry do whatever he wanted, as long as it didn't violate the laws, but on rare occasions, he could be such a pain in the arse.

"Oh fine, be that way," Kamui shook his head. "What are you going to do today? Trying to contact your 'acquaintances' again?"

"Maybe," Harry sighed and closed his eyes at the mention of his failed attempts. "At this point I don't have much hope left though. The last time I saw a newspaper before appearing here? It was still 1997. Three centuries, gone, just like that, and now I can't find any trace that proves magic's existence…"

"Because it doesn't exist."

"...so I'm pretty much lost. I'm still going to try though, since it's the only thing I can do," Harry spoke, ignoring the interruption.

"What about the one who arrived with you?" Asked Kamui.

"Still no sign of him, but as long as there's a chance that he's out there, I will be on the lookout."

"Sounds like you're going to be stuck here for a long time," said Kamui and Harry just shrugged in response. He then waited, but soon continued speaking once it was obvious that Harry wasn't going to say anything. "Say, have you ever thought of becoming a Pro Hero?"

"No, I assumed that I wouldn't be here for long, so there's no need for a career," Harry narrowed his eyes and blinked. He could see the question leading up to something else.

"Do you want to become one?"

"Not really?" He shook his head. "I'm not really fond of the title, and it sounds like there are a lot of hoops to jump through."

"That it does," Kamui nodded. "But the trade off is good. You will be able to use your Quirk in public, and the pay is high if you do your job properly. I've seen footage of your fight, it's a waste to let that talent go unused."

"I never cared much about money, and I doubt that you guys will know if I really want to use my… 'Quirk', in public, without being caught. You only saw what you saw because I needed those spells to be seen."

"Then how about the support of all other Pro Heroes?" Kamui continued, not at all deterred by Harry's attitude. "If you become a Vigilante, some Heroes will even actively hunt you down. Are you okay with that?"

"Who said anything about becoming a Vigilante?" Harry frowned.

"Please, I've read the report," Kamui leaned forward. His eyes bore into Harry's. "You saved a stranger's life on your second day here, and then berated Mt. Lady for being too slow. And your story with that Voldemort? If even a part of that is true, then if you don't become a Hero, you will become a Vigilante sooner or later."

"Guess that's true," Harry conceded after a moment of silence as the two of them engaged in a staring contest. "But even then, it's the consequence of my choice, and has nothing to do with you. What's your angle, Kamui Woods? Why are you selling me this 'becoming a Hero' crap?"

"I'll be frank with you, Harry," said Kamui. "I, and many other Heroes, saw your potential. If you decide to become a Hero, there will be a period where you become a Sidekick for one of the Pros. Think of it like an internship. I want you to be my Sidekick, and after that, my partner."

"Scouting the talent, eh?" Harry snickered. "What do I get in return?"

"All the benefits of a Pro Hero, a good paying job, allies against your nemesis, and I will be paying all of your training tuition."

"What if I find a way to go back to wherever I come from in the future?"

"Then you will go on your way, and I will take it as a failed investment," Kamui shrugged and leaned back against the chair he was sitting on, looking totally relaxed.

"Really?" Harry raised an eyebrow. "You won't stop me or try to convince me to stay?"

"No, unless you want me to," before Harry could reply though, Kamui stood up and gathered their trays. "You don't need to answer now. Consider my offer. U.A Academy's new term will start in around two months, so tell me your answer in a month or so if you need time."

"But… Ah... Bloody hell," Harry was about to retort, but stopped himself and dropped back against the chair he was sitting on. Kamui Woods was no longer listening to him, but was now busy doing the dishes before it was time for him to open the office.

After that conversation, Kamui's offer stuck on Harry's mind, refusing to leave him alone. Without even realizing it, Harry found himself seriously consider its pros and cons for hours at a time, as he lazily lying on top of a skyscraper, or wandering the street, searching for something he knew that would not be found.

If Harry were to be honest with himself, Kamui's offer was an attractive one, if only to get the government off his back whenever he needed to use magic in public. As he told his guardian, the spells could be hidden from sight, but the sheer inconvenience of doing so constantly made him pause. There was no safe, muggle-free space readily available like he was used to, and Kamui was right, to have Heroes actively working against him, in addition to Voldemort and the Villains, was unwise.

On the other hand, Harry had done some research about U.A high school. It was different from the British equavilent that he was used to. Here in Japan, high school started when you were fifteen years old, and ended when you reached eighteen, most of the time. That meant the time for Harry to graduate and become a Pro Hero was three years at minimum. It was still too long for his liking.

Besides, and this was a bigger problem, Harry still hadn't given up hope on returning home yet. He had a life there, friends, mentors, and many things he wanted to do once the whole Voldemort fiasco was over. There might be no magical community here, but with all the bloody supernatural going on everywhere, there had to be something that he could use. As long as it wasn't proven to be impossible, he would continue to try and find a way.

If Harry accept the offer and started his years long training to become a Hero here, in this place, it would make him feel like a part of him had given up, and was ready to settle. That thought alone scared him more than he cared to admit.

But Kamui already told you that you're free to walk away. No string attached, a voice in his head retorted. But it wasn't that simple, since Harry knew that the one holding him back was himself, and nobody else. Decision, decision…

If only Sirius was here to tell me what to do, he sighed and rolled on his back. Today, he chose to relax at his favorite spot - on top of the tallest building in Musutafu. I just need a sign to tell me what to do.

Being his incredibly lucky self, perhaps Harry should stop wishing for things like that in the future. The moment he finished that line of thought, a flash of multicolored light appeared directly above him. Harry's eyes narrowed as a reflex to prevent himself from being blinded, before widening fully as he saw the gleam of something sharp shot out of it, followed by a figure dressed in black. He rolled to the side just in time to prevent his heart from being skewed by the blade, and tapped his wand on the floor. The space that he just laid on shifted, and countless concrete spears shot up before his attacker could react, effectively ended his life in a gory manner.

Or at least, that should have happened.

Instead, the body of the attacker just vanished into a smoke screen. Harry sprang up to his feet, and snapped a Shield Charm just in time to stop five…

What is this? Ninja stars? His eyebrow shot up as the metallic weapons collided with his shield and fell harmlessly to the ground, emitting dry 'Clang' sounds. When Harry finally looked up, he realized that he was in over his head. All around him were at least over forty versions of the same man in black ninja outfit, each of them were holding a different weapon, ranging from daggers, swords, spears to bows, or chain and spike ball combo.

"My, my, to what do I owe this honor?" Harry asked, an amused grin tugged at the corner of his mouth despite he was feeling anything but. He was hoping that the attacker could be coaxed to talk, buying him more time to assert the situation. This was obviously some kind of cloning Quirk. Unfortunately - Harry snuck a glance at the place where the blade of the first clone struck - the damage they could deal was very real.

Much to his displeasure, instead of answering, the horde of clones just charged at him, weapons raised. Grimacing at their impoliteness, Harry slashed his wand upward, raising a wall behind his back, causing several clones to slammed face first into it, producing some satisfying crunching sounds. Then, with the strongest Banishing Charm he could mutter, Harry threw every single opponent directly in front of him off the roof.

Sensing an opportunity to escape, he turned on his heel with the image of Kamui's office in his head. However, before he could do a full turn, Harry felt a metal chain wrapped itself around his ankle. He screamed in pain as the spike metal ball pierced his flesh. The attacker then yanked the chain hard, slamming Harry's back onto the ground, knocking the air out of his lungs.

His vision was blurred from the tear of pain, but Harry could still see three clones jumped at him, sword raised. They didn't make it though, as a pair of giant, concrete hands sprang up from Harry's sides, before clapping together, with them in the middle. The clones were squashed like mere mosquitos and vanished.

Harry pointed his wand downward and severed the chain around his ankle, not forgetting to banish the ball back to his owner, who caught it with his face and fell off the edge of the building, taking one of his buddies with him. He then tapped his wand on the ground again, parting it into two, allowing himself to fall through the newly opened hole down to the room below. Several clones tried to follow him, but as quickly as it opened, the hole closed up in matter of seconds. They were stuck with half of their body still on the roof, while the other half was on the lower floor, before disappearing as well.

"Ugh…!" Harry grumbled and grimaced as his back hit the desk below, breaking it into two. His entrance was greeted with the scream of everyone inside the room as they tried to get away as quickly as possible, which suited him just fine.

With his free hand pushed against the nearest wall, Harry pulled himself up to a standing position. It was proving to be a difficult task, since the metal ball earlier had, at least, twisted his ankle, and the wounds caused by the spikes were now bleeding like crazy. Out of the conner of his eyes, Harry saw danger coming from the building across the street, and with a long swipe of his wand, banished several desks at the window, blocking the incoming volley of arrows.

Tenacious sons of a bitch…

Harry wasn't allowed a moment to rest, as a whole platoon of clones blasted the door into pieces and rushed in. Harry shifted his wand from the window to his new opponents.

"Depulso!"

Every single one of them was thrown out of the room before a thick wall appeared, blocking their entrance. Harry wasn't able to let out a relieved sigh when he felt a sharp pain on the upper part of his left arm. When he looked down, he saw that it was ran through by a sharp blade, which came from the other side of the wall.

"Oh… Crap," he murmured. At that moment, the wall behind him explode, throwing Harry all the way to the opposite end of the room, out of the broken window, and down to the street below.

The last thing Harry remembered before everything went pitch black, was the thought of a last resort. If he failed, there was a very good chance that he would die, but if he didn't do anything, he was going to die for sure. That sidewalk below certainly didn't look comfortable enough to fall on.

Taking a deep breath, Harry twisted himself in mid air, before disappearing with a loud 'Pop!'.

When Harry opened his eyes again, the first thing he saw was Kamui's wooden mask looking down at him.

"Finally," Kamui said, and Harry saw something like relief washed over his eyes, but he couldn't be certain.

"Kamui…?" He croaked out. His throat was parched. "What… happened?"

"You crashed on my office desk out of nowhere in the middle of my meeting with a client. Twisted and injured ankle, blade wound on your upper arm, several cuts and bruise, and half of your right leg was missing," Kamui grunted and handed him a cup of water. "So I don't know. You tell me. And drink that slowly."

"I…" Harry was about to say something, but decided to stop and took a small sip of water first. "Where is my wand?"

"Here," Kamui took the wand out of his pocket and handed it to Harry. "Took us half an hour to pry it out of your grip. Something important?"

"Yes," Harry nodded, but regretted the movement immediately as he was still feeling nauseous. "I can't cast spells without it. And you know how there's no magical community here?"

Kamui nodded. Harry knew that for a moment, his guardian was about to retort that magic didn't exist, but held himself back.

"Right…" He chuckled, feeling a little grateful for the gesture. "So that means, as far as I know, there are only two wands in existence here - mine, and Voldemort's. If I lost this one? Well…"

He left the sentence hanging, but its implication was obvious.

"Then you better hold on to it," said Kamui. "What happened?"

"I was attacked. I think… Voldemort finally found me. Not that it was hard, mind you. With all the pictures and articles on the newspapers and TV about how I defeated that muddy Villain then became your ward."

"How do you know that it was Voldemort?"

"A Portkey," Harry sighed. "It's a magical device that we use to transport people from one place to another in matter of seconds. It emitted a bright, multicolored light when being used. I saw that light before the first attack came. I spent a lot of time thinking on that rooftop. If he had been spying on me, it would have been easy to make some Portkeys keyed to that place.

"It might be another teleport Quirk…" Kamui suggested.

"No, I don't think so. The opponent used a cloning Quirk, and Mt. Lady told me that one person only had one Quirk that they were born with."

"... Or a Quirk that allows the user to transport things, or people over a distance, and you were attacked by two assailants," his guardian continued. "I'm not saying that you're wrong, since you clearly know more about that Key thing than I do. Just don't count out possibilities."

"Right," Harry said. He was sure that it was a Portkey, but didn't want to argue any further. He then took a glance at his blanket covered legs. "You said half my leg was missing… Does that mean…"

That was another thing that he was afraid of. In a world there was no magic, getting yourself splinched was even more of a disaster than it usually was.

"No," Kamui shook his head and Harry heaved out a sigh of relief. "I rushed you to U.A as quickly as I could, and Recovery Girl treated you on time. You've got your leg back, but her Quirk uses your own stamina to heal injuries. So expect to spend your next week in this bed."

"Fine by me," Harry gave him an exhausted grin. Staying in hospital bed was nothing new to him. "So… I used my power in public…"

"Your life was threatened. There will be no legal consequence."

"Good to know."

"Doesn't mean you can abuse it," Kamui glared at him.

"I won't," Harry said. "I don't want to become half dead every time I cast some magic in front of people."

"Good."

Harry could feel Kamui's eyes on him. His guardian was trying to find any hint of dishonest, so he tried his best to put on an innocent face that wouldn't fool a little kid. Finally, Kamui gave up, shaking his head as he stood up.

"I have to get back to work. I will be back to check on you later, so try to get some sleep," he said before walking away.

"Wait, Kamui," Harry called and pushed himself a little higher on his bed. Kamui, who was about to walk out of the door, turned his head around.

"What?"

"I must be crazy," Harry sighed and scratched his head. "But I accept your offer."

"Oh?" Kamui's eyes widened slightly as he turned his whole body to face Harry. "You will become a Pro Hero? And my Sidekick?"

"I agree to take the training, and if I get to that point, then yes, I'll be your Sidekick or whatever," Harry said. "After that, we will see."

"Guess I'll take what I can get," Kamui shrugged. Harry couldn't see his expression behind the mask, but he was sure that the git was showing a victory grin there. "I will take care of the paperwork. You get yourself back into shape before the term starts."

With that, Kamui left, leaving Harry alone, wondering if his decision was the right one. Was it the sane, fully aware part of his mind that made the choice, or was it the haziness of his exhausted body doing the talking?

Harry hoped with all his heart that it was the former.

A/N: A little shorter than my usual chapter. But I feel like this is a right place to end it.

I also have taken some liberty with BNHA's timeline, which made the term at U.A start at a different time from canon. I hope that's ok.