OwO what's this? A double update in one day? Must be a blue moon. Ok, but kidding aside, this isn't gonna be a common thing, I was just really motivated. I just wanna tell you guys, that I am so touched at the response I've received and I might've been a tiny bit teary-eyed. So, enjoy this new chapter!

Like always, no beta so all mistakes are mine.


Chapter 3: I got nothing but dreams

Hari watched from his position by the small kitchen table he had set up, Teddy in his bedroom down for his nap. And behind every protection ward Hari knew, in case shit hit the fan. After all, Aizawa Shouta had been hunting for him since that night over a year ago when Hari had destroyed that gang who had dared to kidnap Teddy.

He watched as Aizawa Shouta cautiously made his way into the living room, light as a cat. He took his first proper look at the other man. Taller than Hari, his muscular form hidden by his baggy black outfit, he had that strange bandage-like scarf still wrapped around his neck, shoulders, and upper arms. His hair was black and past his shoulders, messy and he had his bangs covering parts of his face. His eyes were bloodshot and black, half-lidded but sharp with keen intelligence and power. He had several days worth of scruff on his face.

All together, he looked more like an eternally exhausted scruffy insomniac who was one step away from dropping dead asleep. Not like the actual man who had been relentlessly attempting to find information on Hari for a year. He waved a hand at him, pointing to the arranged chairs and couch.

"Take a seat, Aizawa Shouta. Do you want anything to drink?" Hari calmly said, heading into the kitchen to get his kettle ready. He was in for a long talk, he could tell by the determined glint in Aizawa's eyes.

He heard feet scuffing the floor, before the sound of a body sitting on one of the chairs reached his hearing.

"Water, please." Aizawa's voice was deep and gruff, carrying through the kitchen easily to Hari. Making a sound in acknowledgement, Hari grabbed a glass and filled it with water from his pitcher of filtered water he kept on his kitchen counter. The kettle whistling drew him to grab his favorite tea and pouring the hot water over it into his mug.

He walked back, setting the glass of water in front of Aizawa on the coffee table. He placed his mug down too, before sitting down in the chair to the side of where Aizawa sat. The two of them stared in silence for several long minutes not moving. Neither willing to avert their gazes and let the other have control of the conversation they would be having.

Finally, Aizawa sighed breaking eye contact and picking up his glass of water, taking a small sip. Hari nodded, taking a sip of his tea before setting it down. Point to Hari. He got settled into his seat, waiting for Aizawa to start.

"You're a magical, from what I saw that night, I'd say you were taught magic European style." Aizawa stated bluntly.

Hari blinked at him slowly, pieces slotting into place. Ah. Aizawa had to be in the know then, so he was probably one of those so-called "Pro Heroes" as his soul was of a light silver-white shade instead of the pure darkness Villains had staining their souls. Hmm, Hari tilted his head in thought, eyes sharp and never leaving Aizawa's.

"Yes. That means I also don't need to watch my words with you then. As you have already signed a contract by whichever Hero Agency you work for, to not talk about magic with anyone not in the know." he confirmed before continuing on. "Now, why have you been looking for information on me?"

Aizawa took another sip of his water before setting his glass down carefully. He leaned forward, elbows on his legs and hands steepled in front of his mouth. He stared at Hari for a long moment before a long sigh left him, his body seeming to deflate with how loosen his shoulders became.

"Because, when I first came onto that scene a year ago, I thought you were a new Vigilante who was taking justice into their hands when you destroyed the Flaming Hand gang. Then, I had to reevaluate everything when you disappeared. It's one thing when it's a person with a Quirk does what you did, it's a completely different thing when a magical does it." he stated quietly, hands now on the arm rests.

Hari nodded, starting to understand. "I sense a 'but' in this though."

Aizawa groaned, "But. Us Pros have no way to handle magicals, we're taught and given a contract when we join an Agency, if we're not affiliated with an Agency, the government will send someone to us. Here's the thing though: no one's actually met a magical, all we really know is what we're taught by our mentors or by the government official. We're taught that there are two main schools of magic: Western and Eastern. Though there are small pockets of magicals who have differing ways, they're not really focused on.

"This is a problem now, because you were very blatant in your use of magic that night, and yet, you weren't punished like I was believed. And this worries me, because this tells me you're an important person to the magicals."

Humming, Hari could now see where the other man was coming from. Aizawa was the sort to hoard knowledge and use it for when it was needed, and he didn't have real knowledge on the Magical Conclaves. A glaring weakness for a man who strove to know all, even if it was just the basics.

"What do you know about the European Conclaves? Especially, what happened in England over five years ago?" he asked Aizawa, curious.

Aizawa looked at him in askance, an eyebrow raised. Hari bore his searching look with ease, waiting. Frowning in thought, he watched as Aizawa clearly thought back on anything he had heard that long ago.

"There was a, a war? Or a gang war, at least. Between two factions that ended in hundreds dead or heavily injured. Bodies found dead with no signs of the cause. The Pro Heroes in the Isles were very tight-lipped, even their small criminal Underground was radio silent. No one really knows what happened, only that the leaders of both died at different points and the more villainous gang was defeated and the remaining alive members were sent to prison." Aizawa shrugged. "Information was scarce back then, and it's still behind so much red tape that no one bothered to attempt to get through."

Hari huffed out a deep breath, muttering under his breath for a second. He drained his cup of tea, fortifying himself. He took a quick look at the clock on the wall, he had thirty to forty-five minutes before Teddy would wake up from his nap and would need to be given his after-nap snack. He had time still.

"Civil War broke out, is what happened. To be specific, a Magical Civil War that pitted family against family. All over fucking blood purity and how those not from pure magical descendent should be killed, enslaved, or stolen; as well as how non-magicals were a disease and needed to be eradicated." Hari told him bluntly, not sugar coating anything.

Aizawa inhaled sharply, dark eyes widening. Hari raised his head up a small bit.

"There was a Prophecy, that led to a series of events that became the Civil War. The Prophecy was about a Dark Lord, self-styling himself Lord Voldemort and myself. Voldemort's real name was Tom Marvolo Riddle, a half-blood wizard descended from a famous British pureblood line. Tom feared death so much, he committed the biggest Taboo us magicals have and lost his sanity due to it. He set out to kill me when I was barely over a year old, but due to my mom enacting an Old Magic protection, his physical body was destroyed while what little of his soul was turned into a wraith.

"I grew up with my mundane relatives, not knowing I was a magical until I was eleven. I went to Hogwarts, the Isles boarding school for all magical children. I gained friends and enemies while there, all the while being tested year after year by the Headmaster to make sure I would be his perfect sacrifice for when I would eventually face off against Tom."

"The War didn't really kick off until I was fifteen, after Tom had able to regain his physical body. He recalled his followers, Death Eaters, and they were able to slowly take over the government. The government fell two years later, when I was seventeen. My best friends and me went on the run, following clues to find Tom's weakness. You see, the Taboo he had committed? He split his soul seven times and put those portion in items that held importance to him. We call them Horcruxes and they are the most vile, evil thing you will ever feel in your life. I had already destroyed one when I was younger and the Headmaster destroyed another one the year he died.

"So, we thought we had to find four more, not knowing Tom had accidentally made a seventh one when he came for me as a baby. We spent that whole year barely surviving, barely a step ahead of our hunters."

Hari's mouth pitched tight, withholding a sigh. He rubbed his forehead, his eyes.

"We made it back to Hogwarts, the supposed second to last Horcrux was hidden there. My best friends were able to destroy it, but that's when I learned about the seventh one. Me. I was carrying a portion of Tom's soul in my fucking scar. The thing the Headmaster had been molding me since I was orphaned. I walked to my death at seventeen, knowing it was the only way to give my friends and the others a fighting chance."

"But, you're alive. clearly" Aizawa said softly, a note of confusion in his voice.

Hari gave a rough, ugly laugh. "I'm alive because I accidentally gained the relics that Tom had been hunting for, to make him truly immortal. Tom shot the Killing Curse at me, and I died. And met Death who gave me a choice: move on or go back and finish the War. I chose to go back, because I was a kid and I didn't want to die and leave everyone I loved behind. So, I pretended to still be dead and when the moment was right, I battled Tom and won. He died, no longer some perverse immortal from his Horcruxes.

And I was celebrated as the Man-Who-Fucking-Conquered by the masses, again. Nevermind that I never wanted to be their fucking Savior and I lost nearly everyone I loved due to their fucking backwards idiocy. Teddy's parents died for their fucking War, leaving him to me, as his godfather, and his maternal grandmother. Andromeda passed away a year and a half ago, and I finally had enough of the Conclaves that I moved Teddy and me here.

Then, a year ago, some stupid fuckers kidnapped Teddy, planning on selling him to who knows what and I made sure that they paid for daring to take someone under protection.

So, there you go, Aizawa Shouta. My story, the story of Potter Hari: the fucking Savior of the European Conclaves."

No sooner had Hari finished, that two men heard a door open and close softly, before the soft patter of tiny feet made their way towards them. Hari stood up, meeting Teddy at the living room entrance. He bent down, hoisting his now five year old godson to rest on his left hip. Teddy was getting too big for this now, Hari thought sadly, but he would still keep holding him until he just got too big. He went about in the kitchen making the little boy his post-nap snack. Teddy resting his head on his shoulder, still drowsy from his nap.

"Have a good nap, Teddy bear?" Hari asked gently, feeling the small nod Teddy gave in reply. He smiled into soft, baby fine curls. Teddy's arm around his neck tighten, Hari picking up Aizawa's footsteps coming their way.

He turned, facing the approaching taller man. Who was keeping his body language open and friendly, not wanting to frighten Teddy. Hari appreciated the thought. He grabbed the small plate that he had placed bite-sized pieces of apples, cheerios, and peanut butter on. He sat down at the small table, Teddy sitting in his lap and watched in silence as his godson ate his snacks and drank juice from his kid-friendly sippy cup.

All the while, Aizawa observed them. Observed him. Hari allowed this, he had nothing hide after all. He felt drained, a tad bit numb emotionally. He hadn't meant to unload like that on Aizawa, he had meant to give the man bits and pieces. But…. he glanced at the man from the corner of his eye. There was just something about Aizawa Shouta that called to Hari, something that screamed that here was someone he could trust and know he would always have his back. His instincts haven't led him wrong before, so Hari was going to put his trust in them.

"If you have any more questions, it's going to have to wait for another day. Teddy and I have some plans for later today," Hari told him.

Aizawa nodded in understanding, he had gotten the information he had been searching for. More than, and now he had even more questions, but he could tell that Hari was done for the day. He waited until the little boy, Teddy, had finished his snack before getting up from his seat. Hari led him out, opening the door. Hari grabbed his arm before he left completely, a piece of paper with his number on it between two fingers.

"My number, so that you don't have to ambush me or stalk me anymore. Call or text when you want to talk again, hmm?" Hari slipped him the paper. "Have a good day, Aizawa Shouta," he finished, the apartment door closing softly afterwards.

Shouta stood in the hallway for a minute, staring at the slip of paper in his hand before stuffing it into his pocket and walking back to his own apartment. He opened the door and was greeted by disgruntled meows from the living room.

"I'm home," he muttered to his cats. He had a lot of processing to do, from all he had learned from Potter Hari. This wasn't the last he would see of the younger man, he could tell already. Potter Hari was Trouble and Shouta felt a shiver of anticipation crawl down his spine. And for once, he couldn't wait to see where it would lead him.


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