"Harry James Potter!" Hermione roared from the other side of the two-way mirror, interrupting Harry before he could continue his story. "Do you even listen to us when we tell you to stay out of trouble? No matter how much to tell us not to worry—" Hermione huffed. "Give us one good reason why I shouldn't book two plane tickets to Japan right now!"

"Sorry, Hermione…" Though Harry doubted that even Hermione would be able to go online and book tickets, he wouldn't put it against the brightest witch of their age. "It's not like I picked a fight with him!" Harry said sheepishly, looking at Ron for backup.

Ron just gave him a shrug and a, 'What can you do,' look.

"And you!" Hermione wheeled in on Ron, making the red-headed boy flinch back. "Your best friend just told you that he got in a fight with a villain! Would it hurt you to show a little bit more sympathy?"

"Blimey!" Ron snapped back. "He looks fine, and besides—" Ron looked uncertain. "It's not like he went up against You-Know-Who—"

"Harry could've died!" Hermione said.

"I'm fine, Hermione!" Harry finally cut in, making his two bickering best friends quieten. "Recovery Girl healed me up just fine, and other than my hand…" He flexed it around his bandages. "I don't feel any pain or aches at all."

"Rotten luck that you had to go up against some pasty bloke with a...disintegration Quirk though," Ron said, moving the mirror so that it was more comfortable for both him and Hermione.

"Yeah…" Harry said. He glanced at his hand once more before he dropped it—He'll try to fix it with an Episkey later. "Say, where are you two? What time is it over there?"

"It's nine in the morning now—You called right when our free period started," Hermione answered. "And we're in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom." The witch took the mirror from Ron's hand and turned it around so Harry could see the surroundings.

"Strangely she's not here," Ron muttered, looking up at the ceiling, trying to spot the weeping ghost. "We don't hear any loud and ugly crying."

"Oh, hush, Ron," Hermione said.

"I don't see what's the big—" The Weasley instantly shut up from the scalding glare Hermione was giving him. Ron turned back to the mirror instead. "But the fact that you're not going back to Hogwarts…"

"It's not that I'm not going back—" Harry looked guilty. He almost felt like he was cheating on the castle. "I'm just—I'm just stuck here, but I guess that helps with finding Mr. Midoriya's son; by staying in one spot and all that."

Hermione gave him a conflicted look.

"The whole story—I don't know, it all just sounds so—"

"Impossible?" Harry suggested. He slumped forward with an audible puff of air. "I know, I'm still trying to believe it too."

"To think that you got personally asked to enter the best school of heroics in the world…" The witch shook her head. Hermione paused for a while, and for that time both Harry and Ron were too engrossed in her expressions to say anything. Hermione had her thinking face on. The one that got them through more than enough these past few years.

"Harry—I know...Well, Ron and I know that—" Hermione made a frustrated sound from her throat and knit her eyebrows. Ron put a hand on her shoulder to help her get the words out that she has been tripping over. Then she exhaled out of her nose like an angry kitten and stared right at him through the mirror's glass. "Harry, you wouldn't go to U.A. if you really didn't want to! You have more than enough power to escape, and they would never find you—Not even in the Wizarding World...You love Hogwarts! So why…?"

From the unsurprised look on Ron's face, Harry knew that the other wizard was suspecting something too. Harry gaped at the two of them, opening and closing his mouth to try and say something back.

After a minute of two, he finally sighed.

"You really know me more than I do, Hermione," Harry tiredly said with a lopsided smile. Hermione returned the smile with a weak one of her own. While no one said anything, Harry lowered his head and sunk his body into the bed that he was currently laying on. He was silent for a while, the cool breeze from the open window floated into the room and gently tugged on his hair and kissed his cheeks.

"I thought that…" Harry suddenly started out, breaking the silence. "When I was sitting on that bed and they were giving me all of these perks about being a student there, I only thought that Hogwarts was my home. It's where you two and Hagrid, and the rest of the Gryffindors, and McGonagall and Dumbledore are…" Harry looked helpless for a second. "But that won't help me defeat Voldemort at all." Harry's eyes grew dark and determined and that image of a vulnerable sixteen-year-old boy was wiped away. "If Dumbledore really wanted me to complete my prophecy, then he would've trained me from the start. I decided to go to U.A. to get stronger. Physically, or emotionally, or strategically."

The Boy-Who-Lived's cheeks colored right after he finished the speech, and he wanted to pull on his hoodie strings until they covered his eyes, but he stared on at his best friends.

"I'm going to be gone for a while—so if you two want to stop covering for me—"

"You're kidding, right, mate?" Ron asked as if that was the dumbest question Harry asked in a while.

"Harry, no matter what decision you make, we'll back you up," Hermione reassured. "We were just curious about you suddenly joining U.A. and the circumstances were so suspicious that—Nevermind that, Harry, let me just say that we don't have to cover for you anyway."

"Huh?" Harry gaped.

"It's all over the Daily Prophet," Ron said, grunting a bit as he stood up to go grab his school bag. The Weasley pulled it over to their side and pulled out a folded copy of the newspaper. Hermione held the mirror while Ron unfolded it before Harry's eyes.

"The Chosen One Excused From Hogwarts?" it read. On the front page was a picture of what looked like Harry, standing on the steps of the Ministry of Magic building, waving to the crowd beside a tall and lanky man that looked like an old lion. The Harry in the paper turned around from the flashing of cameras before waving goodbye and walking up the stairs, but not before tripping over the first step.

"What the—Who is that?! Is that me?!" Harry's eyes widened and he shouted in shock, leaning closer to the mirror. He looked Ron and Hermione in the eye. "That can't be Polyjuice, right? You guys don't have my hair!"

"The man is Rufus Scrimgeour, the new minister," Ron said, blue eyes popping up from behind the top of the newspaper."

"It's Tonks," Hermione said, pointing to the fake Harry.

"Tonks?!"

Hermione took the newspaper away from Ron's hand and started to skim the article.

"It's mostly a bunch of rubbish." She looked up again to glance at Harry. "It's all this propaganda about you being the Chosen One, and Voldemort's return. Although…" Hermione folded up the newspaper so that Harry could read it through the small mirror. "The important part is here."

Harry squinted his eyes and read.

"In short, it says that you're on the Minister's side, and that you're taking a short leave from Hogwarts to deal with the 'hurtful trauma' from Voldemort's return. Dumbledore and Scrimgeour legally excused you and everything," Hermione summarized.

"What?" Harry asked. Why would they do that? He never had a good relationship with the Ministry after all.

"It's mostly to not cause a panic," Hermione explained. "Without you at Hogwarts, people were bound to talk. They staged this so people don't start believing that their Chosen One 'abandoned' them during Voldemort's return or something."

"Abandoned…?" Harry muttered to himself, eyebrows knit.

"The students here are still talking," Ron supplied, "but it's mostly gossip. The only thing that they have to go by is the Daily Prophet, and us." Ron gestured to himself and Hermione. "But we've been keeping out of everyone's way for the most part. Luna and Ginny are suspicious though. I think that she's been influencing the rest of the Gryffindor boys our year too—but they haven't said anything so far."

Harry ignored that last part as he mulled over that one word. Harry's green eyes met with theirs.

"I'm not...I'm not abandoning anyone, am I?" Harry eventually asked.

"Harry, just because the stupid Daily Prophet says that it's your responsibility to take down Voldemort singlehandedly while they sit back, doesn't mean that it is!" Hermione automatically scolded him, shaking the rolled up newspaper in her hand.

"And it's not like you're running away forever. You're getting stronger at U.A. aren't you?" Ron asked.

After a few seconds of more encouragement from his best friends, Harry nodded slowly.

"I guess…" Harry cleared his throat. "Thanks you guys. I needed that."

"That's what we're here for!" Ron said, "To give you a good slap on the head when you forget!"

"And if you get into any more trouble, at least one more time, we'll come straight there!" Hermione said, sounding strangely like McGonagall.

Ron honestly pointed that out and the two boys shared a laugh while the only witch fumed.

"Hey!" Ron cried out when Hermione hit him with a heavy, leather bound book.

Hermione huffed haughtily and turned slightly away from the Weasley.

"Harry," she said, seemingly ignoring the other male in the room. "When we get the chance, we'll send you some sixth-year reading material that Fred and George missed, alright? But until then, you better not slack in your studies at the muggle school either!"

"Don't worry, Hermione," Harry said with a playful roll of his eyes.

"Let him live a little, 'Mione!" Ron said. "Say, Harry, tell me about this muggle school!"

"There's not much I know either," Harry shrugged. "I just got accepted because of this one law and they covered for me." As he retold the story that Nezu told him to use, Hermione and Ron looked thoughtful.

"That's a bit weird, isn't it?" Ron eventually said, scratching the back of his neck. Even Hermione looked at him and he reacted sheepishly. "I mean—We have a law just like the muggles: our underage law, but if Harry uses magic outside of Hogwarts, you don't see Durmstrang, Beauxbatons or Ilvermorny trying to cover for him."

"Ron's right," Hermione said, and the two could see the gears in her head working. "They don't even see Harry for who he is, yet they're being strangely charitable…People out there get in trouble all day, and U.A. will come to help, but not more than that…"

"I thought that was strange too, but I don't feel worried about them harming me," the Boy-Who-Lived spoke up uncertainly. "I just don't know what—"

"Hermione, our next class is about to start," Ron said, tugging on Hermione's arm. "Snape's going to be on our case more than ever if we're late."

Hermione sighed and nodded. They all communicated through their eyes that Harry was going to say goodbye to them here and call them next time. As Hermione stood up and straightened up her skirt, she looked at Harry through the mirror one last time.

"Harry, as of right now, take advantage of what U.A. is giving you. Every class, every lesson," Hermione instructed. "We'll deal with their true intentions later, because I doubt that they'd try anything too drastic right now."

Harry nodded.

"Take care, mate," Ron said. "Just because they're heroes, doesn't mean that they don't lie, so you gotta watch out."

"I got it," Harry said. "I'll call you two later."

"Bye, Harry!" they both said before the mirror shut them off with a swirl of color.

Harry laid there in a frozen position for a few seconds before letting out all of the breath that he had in his lungs and collapsed in his bed.

He flopped over and stared up at the ceiling until he fell asleep.


Monday came faster than expected, and Harry was quickly getting ready for his first day of school.

Well...Technically it wasn't his first day of school, no matter how someone looked at it. Today was mostly a prep day for Harry, filling out paperwork, getting a tour around school, talking with the support class about the hero suit that he was supposed to have, the person that Nezu sent over on Sunday gave him a temporary pass to get through the U.A. gates and told Harry that he didn't have to come to school until one o'clock in the afternoon.

It was currently eleven-thirty, and Harry silently dressed in his Weasley sweater to fight off the cold of the autumn day and a regular pair of dark trousers. Yesterday he had fixed the dryness on his side and his hand with an Episkey and a layer of moisturizer from his magical first aid kit that he had picked up in Diagon Alley, and now a majority of the injury was gone.

Harry strapped his wand to his holster, making sure that it was well hidden by his sweater sleeve and slung his bag over his shoulder while checking to see if his wallet and hotel key was still in his pockets.

"I'm about to head to U.A, Hedwig," Harry called out to the owl that was currently drinking water from the small bowl Harry left out for her. "The building that we were in earlier. Do you want to come with me?"

Hedwig straightened up and hooted, fluffing up her feathers before flying and landing on Harry's shoulder. She clicked her beak at him as he slipped on his shoes.

"Alright," he said, with a smile before stepping out of his hotel room and locking up. "I'll let you go just before we enter the building so you don't feel cooped up inside all day." His owl hooted and the two of them walked down the street together.

Harry quickly stopped at the nearest 7-11 beside the subway and picked up an onigiri for himself. As he paid, his eyes started to wander around the neat store before they landed on some phone charms.

I'll probably need a phone, Harry thought, placing his money on the small tray. They'll expect that from me at this day and age, and I should have enough for a yearly plan…

Harry grabbed his onigiri and tea, closed up his wallet, and gave a short bow to the employee as they gave him the typical, "Thank you, please come again!"

He took a detour at the electronics store and got himself a small phone that didn't do much more than text and call. Harry stepped outside of the store while flipping through his phone. Not long after he went outside, Hedwig landed on his shoulder again.

"Look, Hedwig!" Harry said, showing his owl his new phone. She gave him several hoots. "It's not as nice as Dudley's, but it gets the job done." He took the phone back and started to memorize the number. I wonder if Hermione has a phone, or Dean. Seamus said that his dad was a muggle, maybe he has a phone too.

Harry and Hedwig went under several yellowing trees that were losing their colors to the autumn season. The cool air refreshed them from the warmth of the sun that was high in the sky. People were at school and at work, so it was only him, stragglers, and the elderly that was hanging around at this time. Birds chirped in the peaceful air and Hedwig occasionally joined in on the bird's song.

Even though Harry went at a leisurely pace, he made it to U.A. in no time. The large H-shaped building stood high in the sky and Harry's jaw dropped at the sight. Every glass window reflected the blue sky above and Harry was brought back to the Great Hall's ceiling. He closed his mouth after several seconds passed, but his eyes still held awe. This was really his first time seeing it, because when Harry left on Saturday evening he didn't bother looking back.

"It's not Hogwarts," Harry slowly said, testing the words on his tongue, "but it's still pretty incredible. I wonder what the H stands for though. Hero?"

Hoot. Hoot.

Harry looked at her with amusement crinkling the corners of his eyes.

"H for Harry?" he repeated.

Hoot. Click. Nudge.

"Like on my sweater?" Harry asked, looking down at his Weasley jumper. He laughed. "Maybe it's H for Hedwig!"

Trill and an incredulous look.

Harry laughed at his owl and patted her on the head. They stopped at the gates, and Harry looked down at his feet when the soles of his sneakers rolled into something.

"Dirt...?" Harry softly asked aloud. He bent down to get a closer look. Harry looked at Hedwig strangely. "You'd think that a prestigious school like U.A. would bother sweeping the front of their school." Hedwig flapped her wings in the owl equivalent of a shrug.

"Oh well," Harry said, standing up again and straightening out his clothes. "Do you want to go hunting now?" Harry asked. Hedwig nodded and nipped softly at his fingers before taking flight. Harry stopped to watch her until she disappeared from view. Now that he was alone, he took a deep breath and gripped his school bag tighter.

Harry took his first step forward as an official U.A. student.


Even though they're a prestigious hero school, they still do a lot of regular school things, Harry mused as he walked out of the office, holding a paper shopping bag. Inside were three pairs of his new uniform and two pairs of his new gym uniform. Even now he couldn't help comparing U.A. and Hogwarts. At least he filled his paperwork out on regular paper and not on parchment, but he was expecting a tablet of some sort. Harry had to go into the front office to take a quick picture for his student I.D. and to finish filling out his information.

Harry filled in his legal name, his age, birthdate, where he was currently staying, his gender and so on. They were all so manual and mundane that he was almost caught off guard when the registration form asked him for his previous school information and his family information.

The breath in his lungs slowed and he gripped the pen in his hands tighter.

He stared at the paper for a while, thankful that the woman behind the desk was busy shuffling other files and typing on the computer.

After several minutes, Harry adjusted the pen in his hands and wrote down his elementary school's name, but put a big cross across the blank spaces that asked for his junior high's name..

The Gryffindor scribbled across the family information in messy characters—none—he was an orphan with no guardian.

Harry speedily pushed the papers together and shuffled them into a neat pile before clearing his throat and handing it to the woman. He could only manage a stiff nod and bow before he walked off to his next destination.

But two flights of stairs and seven corners later, Harry mentally kicked himself for not picking up a map earlier. He felt déjà vu wash over him when he remembered that he was in this position before in his first year. Except everyone was in class now, and there were no talking portraits, moving staircases, or castle walls.

Harry trekked down a long, white hallway with large doors adorning his left side, and wide windows decorating his right. The doors were marked with a 3-A, 3-B, 3-C, and so on. Harry looked frustratedly down at his paper that told him to go to the teacher's lounge, but they didn't tell him what floor or where the teacher's lounge was.

Just then, one of the doors opened and a tall blond boy shuffled out.

Harry looked up just then and realized that he had no other choice but to ask for help.

"Umm, excuse me," the wizard politely called out, holding up his hand, "are you busy? Can you help me find my way around the school?"

The blond turned around at the sound of Harry's voice and instantly beamed at the sight of him. A gasp left the older teen's lips and he came up closer at a speed Harry was barely able to follow.

"Ah! A foreigner!" he gaped with a large smile, almost as if he had never seen an outsider in Japan before. "I'd love to help!" The blond stuck his hand out for Harry to shake. "I'm Togata Mirio and I'm a third-year! It's nice to meet you!"

Harry shook his surprisingly firm hand and gave the upperclassman a small smile of his own. Togata Mirio was tall with a built, large body that Harry could see through the blond's school uniform. His blond hair was smoothly slicked up into a cowlick, and he had a simple-looking, rounded face.

"I'm Potter Harry...I'm supposed to go to the teacher's lounge...but I don't know where it is…" Harry started out, and Togata's face lit up with recognition.

"It's on the first floor! You must've missed it!" Togata started to walk ahead and looked back to wave Harry with him. "Come on! I'll show you, and give you a small tour of your classes as well!"

"Oh, thank you, Togata-senpai." Harry politely bowed as he followed the quick steps that the taller blond made.

"It's no problem at all! I'm happy to help!"

The two stayed in comfortable silence until they hit their first flight of stairs. Togata made his way down them at a quick pace that would've knocked everyone over if he was a Hogwarts student, and he turned around midway. "Are you a student here?" the teenager asked happily. Harry nodded as he watched his steps.

"I'm a first-year transfer student from England."

"England!" The way Togata said it made England sound like the happiest place on Earth. "That's so cool!" Harry smiled, infected by this teenager's happy-go-lucky personality; even if it was a little bit over the top. Harry felt like the teen was sincere.

"The first-years this year must be so lucky!" Togata said wistfully as he led Harry to the bathrooms, then to the library and cafeteria. "We didn't have a transfer program in our year! I'd love to be classmates with someone from another country! I heard that the heroes from America are really energetic!"

The rest of the ten minutes went by like that, with Togata quickly leading Harry to destinations that he would need later on while chatting up a storm.

The third-year went on to say that he was so glad that Harry's Japanese was so good, because he wasn't very good at English himself, and asked questions about Harry's life back in his home country.

Togata pointed out everything Harry needed to know from the third-year floor and down to the ground floor. As they came closer to the door of the teacher's lounge, Togata's face lit up as if he had just remembered something.

"Ah!" the older teen said. "I just remembered that I was excused to go to the bathroom!" He smiled goofily anyway and put a hand to the back of his head sheepishly. "I'm just feeling so giddy right now! I've never had a European friend before!"

Harry laughed at his enthusiasm, he really couldn't help it. The blond's laugh was just as infectious as his smile. "I'd say that we're friends, Togata-senpai!"

"Really! You're my friend too, kohai! I better get going or else my teacher will yell at me, but if you need anything just ask around for me, alright?! I'll see you later!"

The wizard waved as the boy dashed off. "Bye, senpai!" Once Togata turned the corner and was out of sight, Harry turned back to the door of the teacher's lounge and knocked once.

"Please come in!" Nezu's high-pitched voice said from beyond the door.

"Please excuse me," Harry muttered as he opened the door and stepped in.

The room was a soft, light pink color with a cream carpet. Nezu sat by himself in the middle of an olive couch, completely dwarfed by the furniture around him.

He walked to the empty spot on the couch Nezu patted. A wooden coffee table was in between them and the blond man, holding up an electronic water kettle, a basket full of tea bags, and a small tray. "Good afternoon, Principal. Sorry I'm late…"

"It's no problem at all! Here, sit, sit! Do you want something to drink, Potter-kun?" Nezu said, gesturing to the tea bags and the electric kettle. Harry shook his head.

"No thank you…"

"So how are you liking our school, Potter-kun?" Nezu asked, lifting a teacup up to his lips.

"It's nice," Harry replied. "I'm almost surprised at how high tech and new everything is..."

"That's good! One of U.A.'s proudest features include our state-of-the-art technology," the principal commented. "You filled in all of the paperwork at the office, correct?"

Harry nodded. "The lady at the front desk told me to go here…"

"Yup! Your entrance to this school was so last minute that we had a bit of trouble trying to place you in your classes." Nezu pulled out a slip of paper from his pockets and urged Harry to unfold it. Inside was his schedule, and from the top of the paper Harry saw that he was in class 1-A, the hero class and that his teacher was Aizawa-sensei, the tired man from earlier.

"We eventually decided to give you the normal U.A. student experience! You will be going to regular classes just like the rest of your first-year peers. Your Japanese is so impressive, and I'm sure that you will excel in English class with Mic, but if you get confused anytime just ask your teacher!"

Harry slowly nodded, but he never looked back at Nezu.

"You're excused from classes today," Nezu said cheerfully. "Aizawa brought his students to the U.S.J. Facility for rescue training, so after you turn in your costume sketch to the Department of Support you're free to go for the day!"

"Huh?" Harry looked down at the small principal. "Really? I'm excused?"

"Mhm," Nezu nodded. "There's no point in keeping you here until the school day ends. Unless you have any questions or you want to roam the halls some more, you're free to stay!"

"It's fine," Harry said, picking up his school bag from the couch and standing up. Harry bowed politely to the two adults. "Thank you for everything, Principal. I'll take my leave now, please excuse me."

Harry threw the bag strap over his shoulder and took one look back before closing the door of the teacher's lounge.


Harry tried to muster the politest smile possible as he walked backwards out of the Development Studio. Yet the tell-tale signs of his twitching smile gave away his true feelings. A Pro came out of the room and harshly pushed the eccentric pink-haired student that was about to corner Harry back into the room with a loud bark.

Harry didn't even know that he was supposed to make a hero costume until Nezu mentioned it, and so he came to the Department of Support at a loss.

As the "transfer student" everyone was intrigued about what Harry was coming up with and wanted to help. A pink-haired student almost strapped him up in a new suit of her own creation until she was held back by her teacher.

In the end, Harry sat at a workdesk in the corner of the room while the Support students went back to work and tinkered around him. A lamp stood over him, bent over a blank sheet of paper and a pencil.

He doubted that they could make a hero suit that could repel spells—not unless Harry gave them dragon skin, but he didn't want to deal with the conversation that would come after that.

It would have to be long-sleeved, something that could hide his wand well, and maybe something flowy like robes. Maybe red and gold for homesickness?

The pencil ended up moving by itself and Harry ended up with a sketch that resembled his quidditch robes almost to a T, with small differences sprinkling throughout it. The Gryffindor realized that he had no other inspiration or ideas popping up in his mind, so he shook his head and turned in the paper anyway.

Back outside the Development Studio, Harry bowed to the Pro Hero.

"Thank you for your help, Power Loader-san."

The Pro waved his hand and continued scanning the paper.

"It's no problem at all, Potter-kun! We'll get your costume to you within two weeks," the Pro Hero informed.

"You can take your time," the wizard insisted.

"It's alright." The Pro lifted up a finger to his temple to scratch. "Your design is really simple actually! Other than durability and protection, don't you want any more features in your costume."

Harry shook his head.

"That's all I can think of right now," Harry said sheepishly. "And my Quirk isn't very flashy…"

"Alright! But if you think of anything later, come by the Development Studio!" Power Loader waved to Harry and turned around to enter the classroom. The two thanked each other again with small bows until Harry completely spun around and went down the hall.

Deciding that there was enough excitement for the day, Harry wanted nothing more than to go back to his hotel room after picking up another dinner at the convenience store and nodding off for the night. Harry stepped down the bright, clean stairs in front of U.A.'s entrance two steps at a time with his hand firmly on the strap of his bag.

Harry walked a little bit further in circles, scanning the skies for Hedwig. Once he was off in a corner that was shaded by the trees, Harry lifted his head up to the skies and looked left and right for any flash of white, completely ignoring what was happening down belong.

In a flash, all of the breath was suddenly knocked out of Harry and he was tackled down the ground. His glasses were knocked clean off his face and the person that ran into him cursed loudly, picking themselves off the wizard to look for their glasses as well. Harry realized that it was just another student, from what he could hear and see through his blurry eyes, and lowered his hands from his wand.

"My apologies!" the other teen said, giving Harry his glasses back. The wizard lifted up his hand and slowly put his glasses back on. Harry looked up and took their outstretched hand. Now that he could see, Harry saw a tall boy with neatly parted back hair and rectangular glasses. He wore a hero suit that was made up of white armor over a black jumpsuit and what looked like engines. The teen was panting loudly from exertion and his voice and eyes were wide with panic. "I'm afraid I won't be able to apologize better, but I must get going! There has been an attack—!"

"An attack?!" Harry gasped, unconsciously stepping in front of the other team from running off.

"Yes!" the teen shouted, adjusting his glasses. "We were on Recovery Training, but then the League of Villains arrived—"

"League of Villains?!" The whites of Harry's eyes became more visible. "Where?" the Gryffindor demanded. "Where is the attack—?"

"At the U.S.J. Facility over there—!" Iida lifted up a hand to gesture to a towering, rounded building off into the distance, but before the class president could continue, or even stop Harry, the wizard's legs moved on their own.

"Wait! Who are you?!" Iida couldn't help but yell out, even when Harry was in a mad sprint towards a far-off building. Harry turned around only once.

"I'll help! Principal Nezu should be in the teacher's lounge, go there!"

He didn't wait for a reply and only whipped his head around once more, his wild, black hair hitting his forehead.

Harry didn't know the situation, what was going on, or who was in there, but at the word, "attack," his legs moved on their own.


Nomu reared his ugly head and focused on the only off-guard, unprotected student in the area. He lifted his hand back, and before the blond even had time to react, a large jet of energy sped towards Bakugo Katsuki before the teen could even turn his head around. It zoomed across the courtyard, knocking the trees back, crumbling the concrete, and shot like a shooting star.

The large jet hit its target, and spread upwards upon impact like a stream of water. The intense crash was powerful enough to leave aftershocks, nearly knocking the teens Midoriya Izuku, Kirishima Eijiro, and Todoroki Shoto off their feet from strong winds.

"Kacchan!" Izuku cried out in an earsplitting shout.

The dust and wind cleared right after like a wave crashing on a rock, and all of the weight left Izuku's shoulders when he saw that Bakugou Katsuki was perfectly unharmed. His hair was tousled, sweat dripped down his skin, and he was knocked over on his butt, but his wide eyes were glued to the figure in front of him.

"Kacchan!" Izuku cried again, this time in relief. His shoulders slumped visibly. "I can't believe you stopped that!"

"I-I didn't! Shut up…!" Bakugou shouted uncharastically in a shaky voice. The hot-blooded student looked like he saw a ghost right in front of him.

"Then who—" Eijiro tried to say. He whirled his head around.

I...couldn't even see a thing…! Katsuki gritted his teeth.

"Young Potter…!" All Might said, solace filing the teacher's voice as well. Everyone's eyes widened at the sound of the newcomer's name. "You have great timing…!"

Smoke dispersed completely before their eyes, and a black-haired teen stood before then, protectively in front of Katsuki. The students gaped.

Harry Potter slowly looked up at All Might. The wizard's hair was blown back from the harsh winds, knees bent from skidding across the cement until his soles were paper thin, and his sleeves were holding on by messy strings of yarn. Harry lowered his outstretched arms and looked up at the blinding image of his new teacher being silhouetted by the sun through the glass.

Harry's hands were balled into fists and he glared straight on at the League of Villains. Heavy pants left his mouth and his chest heaved under the thick sweater he was wearing.

"...Just like a real Hero!" the number one hero praised.

Shigaraki Tomura's eyes widened past the lanky fingers attached to his face.

He was able to protect the kid…!

Red eyes met with green.

Potter Harry...!