"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
"NO!"
A body adorned in black and yellow collapsed in a lump on the floor.
"Harry Potter-"
Harry woke up with a choked gasp. His hands, which had been restrained with metal cuffs to the cold metal table he was on, were red with resistance. The bile that threatened to spill out of his mouth was blocked by a breathing tube.
"W-Wha?"
Fear washed over him in waves. His throat felt like cotton and there were needles of discomfort everywhere. The room he was in was worse than his cupboard- it was too white, too sterile, and too lonely. He struggled in vain when the security cameras suddenly flashed.
"Prisoner 2121, you have visitors."
The door slid open to reveal the buff, smiling blond man and the Detective Tsukauchi. They were deeply engaged in conversation and shot him confused looks every once in a while. Harry gritted his teeth and pulled at the white tape holding him down.
Finally, they sat in front of the window and turned on the speaker.
"Harry Potter, based on the Archeologist's Data Quirk, it is confirmed that you are only fourteen years old and from England. In addition, using Psychologist Chi's Memory Quirk under Detective Tsukauchi's Truth Quirk, your memories do line up with the statements you have given."
Harry froze.
"I-I'm a wizard..."
"No, you are not. There is no magic, only Quirks. However, in your era, it may have been labeled under a different name."
Detective Tsukachi sipped his coffee and flipped through his notes.
"In your memories, we have seen that humans with Quirks used to use sticks in order to channel their energy. Furthermore, we have learned about the variety of Quirks you were given by your mentors. In conclusion, because we suspect that you must have some fortune-telling Quirk from the mentor named Professor Trelawney, you realized what was going to happen in the future."
"This means that you somehow wanted to prevent your future self from wrecking havoc and decided to travel forward in time!" The blond man suddenly boomed, "How heroic!"
Harry was beyond confused.
"You proved your heroic traits when you had defeated Lizardon! Even though you are the past All for One, we must commend you for your actions as a young hero!" The blond man said.
Even the detective looked mildly confused.
"S-Sure?" Harry stuttered out.
"To put simply, we want to be able to cultivate your heroic side so you are able to stop your future self from villainous acts!"
The detective was definitely confused now; his eyebrows were scrunched up and his mouth was hanging wide open.
Harry was too lost to react.
"All Might... Don't you think we should eliminate the past All for One so the future one doesn't exist...?" The detective asked.
"Of course not! As heroes, we have to save everyone! This includes young Harry, we should never give up a potential hero! This is why Principal Nedzu is waiting outside this door with the UA transfer papers!" The blond man said.
"Why... Are you like this?" The detective muttered underneath his breath, "This case just got a lot harder."
Even though they were speaking English, Harry was convinced that the blond man was talking in a whole other language. Hell, even the blond man looked like he was straight from a comic book. Furthermore, they were even talking about heroes and villains.
It was like he was tossed into some cliche superhero story.
"Please release Prisoner 2121's restraints."
Immediately, a stream of hesitance and protest came through the speakers.
"No!"
"He's dangerous!"
"What if he kills everyone?"
"He's a villain-"
"All Might says to release him," the Detective sighed at the beaming man waving at Harry, "We'll be fine. Apparently, Harry has hero potential."
Grumbles of reluctance came through the speakers but the handcuffs and tape stopped glowing. Seconds later, they fell apart and Harry was left sliding down the metal table in shock. He didn't even register the two other people in his room until they came over to remove his tubes.
"How are you feeling, young Potter?"
"...Bloody hell."
Harry swore he saw Detective Tsukauchi's mouth mutter 'same'.
"Do not fear! After you meet your new classmates tomorrow, I am sure that you will have an improved mental health! We specifically chose Class 1A because we feel like they are able to benefit by observing you, and you are able to benefit by their good morals," A new voice suddenly said.
Harry looked down and saw a talking rat.
He blinked again.
There was still a big rat.
Centaurs had been weird. But this? This was a whole other level. This was a talking rat. A talking rat! Was no one else seeing this!
He whipped his head back and forth from the smiling blond man to the twitching detective. His eyes met the rat's beady black ones. He rubbed his bleary green eyes and then stared at his hands in amazement.
"Holy mother..."
"Is everything alright, Harry?"
Harry could care less about the talking rat now.
"My glasses- I don't have glasses!" Harry blurted out, "I'm basically legally blind and now I have no glasses! I can see! Without glasses?"
"Ah yes!" The rat clapped its hands together, "We have futuristic quirks that cure vision! Nowadays, people like the Iida family only wear glasses for the aesthetic and tradition. Now, as the principal of the top hero school, Yuuei High, I must see to it that you sign the school registration papers."
"Y-You're the principal?" Harry squeaked.
"Yes, and I must insist you sign these papers."
The rat's face had taken a dark look and Harry took a step back. There was an unspoken 'or else' he didn't want to know about. Under the scrutiny of the three adults in front of him, he shakily signed the six papers.
Somehow, it felt like he was signing his freedom away.
"Just in- from an anonymous tip: the 14-year-old hero turned villain named Harry Potter is now going to transfer into Yuuei High School's hero class 1-A! Stay tuned for interviews with the infamous class 1-A about their thoughts on Mr. Potter joining their class!"
