Enchantress
Summary: "Remember kid, there's heroes and there's legends. Heroes get remembered but legends never die." – Babe Ruth, The Sandlot (1993). FemHarry.
Just a warning: FemHarry, AU, Language, Clichés, Potter!Lily, Messed Up Timeline
Just so you know (Name): The name Scheherazade means 'world-freer'. Scheherazade is a legendary Arabic queen immortalized as the narrator of all one thousand stories in the One Thousand and One Nights. Her story is even more remarkable than the tales she tells though.
I don't own Boku no Hero Academia or Harry Potter!
Chapter 7. The Giant Caterpillar
The trio never had the chance to talk to Principal Nezu.
The moment they stepped inside the main building, being greeted by a plain looking secretary, Professor Dumbledore suggested that it would be better if they headed to the cafeteria for lunch.
Neither Harry nor her friends protested. The green eyed girl wasn't in the mood of talking to anyone at the moment and she knew that if she had been introduced to the Principal, she would have done or said something that she would come to regret later on.
The cafeteria was larger than the Great Hall, albeit not as impressive, and could even be considered bigger if one counted the second floor. The Chinese-themed food court had several long tables, each with ten chairs, and more than ten different venues where the students could buy their food.
Ron fell in love despite the fact that without House-Elves, he couldn't simply sit down and wait a few minutes before his food pooped up in front of him. Hermione, on other hand, was more interested in the Head Chef; Lunch-Rush ("My mum has brought all of his cookbooks so far!").
While her friends tried to decide what to get, bickering over the menu as they did so, Harry asked for a plate of spaghetti for herself.
She smiled when Lunch-Rush handed a tray to her and walked to the nearest table so she could start eating.
"This guy is my new hero," Ron announced after he finally took the seat across her. "Look at this! Doesn't it look delicious?"
Harry looked up from the almond that she had been absentmindedly playing with. The green eyed girl stared at the ten different plates of food in his tray.
Hermione, noticing the look on her face, huffed, "I tried to stop him."
"I have no doubt…" Harry muttered, finally eating the almond and pushing her tray aside as she leaned back in her chair.
The duo shared an look, frowning when she didn't make a joke or teased Ron about the amount of food that he had on his tray.
She ignored them, closing her eyes.
"Harry…?" Ron called her, hesitantly.
It took her a moment or two to answer.
"…Yes?"
"Are you sure you're alright?"
The witch opened her eyes and raised her head, staring at the ceiling.
"I'm just tired."
Correction, she was exhausted.
Harry couldn't wait to go back to the hotel, curl under her covers and cry until she could no longer produce a single tear.
All the anger – all the hatred – she had felt toward Tintin had already left her as fast as it had showed up.
She had never been able to hold onto those types of feelings for long and she wasn't going to start now. They were nothing more than a hindrance; holding her back and keeping her from thinking straight.
Harry already knew what she would do regarding Tintin and her father. So now, all that she could do was live her life and when the right moment presented itself to her, she would act.
"Hey!"
The trio jumped, turning their heads to stare at the blonde haired man standing next to their table.
He was a tall and slender man with a small mustache. His long hair was tied back and despite not paying attention to what he was wearing, Harry definitely approved of his choices of accessories. She, however, wonder why he was wearing sunglasses inside the school…
"Who would you three be, lil listeners?" The man asked… In Japanese.
Ron wasn't the only one who cursed when the man questioned them, his voice just a little bit too loud.
"Tell me one of you understand him…"
"I understood the hey." Harry said dryly. "If that counts."
"No but thanks." The red haired boy grumbled, his lips twitching up at the tone of her voice. To him, it seemed like Harry was feeling a little better.
As one, the duo turned their heads to stare at Hermione.
The older girl leaned away a little, "What?"
"Aren't you, like, always prepared for everything or something?" Ron asked.
Before the bushy haired girl could get angry with him, Harry pointed to her handbag, "Translation; do you have one of the Twins' candies with you?"
Hugging her handbag to her chest, Hermione blushed a little. She glared at her empty plate, clearly embarrassed.
"I forgot it." She gritted her teeth.
"Repeat that… I don't think I heard it right." Harry blinked.
"I said; I forgot it!"
Ron whistled, muttering something about this not being the older girl's day, while Harry blinked once more, "Wow."
Hermione scoffed.
The blonde man cleared his throat, making them turn to look at him.
"I can understand you guys." He informed them in English, amused. It was heavily accented but it wasn't difficult for them to understand (His English was far better than the Drumstrang's Students')
Ron scratched the back of his head, looking away from the man. Hermione smiled a little hesitantly; Harry could practically see her brain trying to come up with something to say to him while formulating a plan to defend themselves from him if necessary.
"Can we help you?" The dark haired witch asked politely.
The man grinned widely, turning a chair around and sitting down as he leaned forward, his chin resting over his arms.
"I wanted to know who you three are." He said, "I haven't seen you guys before."
There was a moment of silence.
Harry shot him a look, "Do you work here?"
The blonde pointed to her, his voice getting higher as he grinned, "That is right, lil listener! I'm one of the English Teachers!"
The wary look on Hermione's face immediately disappeared at this. Harry grimaced a little at how excited the other girl seemed to be.
Even after everything that they had gone through, Hermione was still clinging a little to her old habits. The younger teen really needed to talk to her about it.
Just because someone was a teacher didn't mean that they could be trusted.
For all they knew, the guy could be lying…
"How many English teachers are there?" Hermione asked. She was always excited to learn knew things no matter how insignificant it could be to others.
The stranger raised his eyebrow before rubbing his chin in thought, "Hum… Let me see… There is only one English teacher in the Department of Heroics… But there're two for the Department of General Education, two – No, wait, make that three for the Department of Business and Management…" He hummed, "… And there's two more teachers for the Department of Support."
Ron blinked. The boy looked surprised at the amount of teachers for a single subject. Not that Harry could blame him.
At Hogwarts, they had one teacher for each subject. However, by the amount of unused classrooms around the castle, she couldn't help but wonder if things had been different once…
Harry blinked, being pulled out of her thoughts by Ron's voice,
"…Harry and I are going to the Department of Heroics while Hermione is going to the Business one."
The blonde haired man nodded his head, excitedly, "Awesome! Are you here by recommendation then?"
"From the Principal." Hermione nodded.
He looked a little taken a back as he gaped, "Eh? T-The Principal?"
Harry arched her eyebrow. It was almost comical to watch him turn into a puttering mess. Apparently, it wasn't common for the Principal to give out recommendations like that.
"Is there a problem with that?" Harry asked.
"P-Problem?" He shook his hands frantically, "No, no, lil listener! There is no problem! It's just unusual!"
He coughed.
"Anyway!" The blonde exclaimed, throwing his hands up, "Why don't I tell you guys a little about how the school works?!"
It was impossible to not notice that he was trying to distract them. The trio though, shared an look and just let him talk.
Whatever was making him nervous didn't matter. If it was important, Professor Dumbledore would tell them about it.
Shaking her head, Harry started paying attention to the blonde haired man, curious to know more about U.A. Even though it was one of the bests Hero Schools in the World, there wasn't all that much information available to the public.
They spoke for hours. Hermione could have written a book with the amount of information that she drilled from the blonde haired man. Thankfully, he seemed rather amused by the bushy haired girl's antics instead of annoyed.
That was a point in his favor.
Not many could stand being in Hermione's presence for long when the brown eyed witch was having a moment of "mad researcher" as several Gryffindors had dubbed it.
"You three seem to be having fun." Dumbledore spoke from behind her.
Harry turned around, smiling at the Headmaster. The old man had his hands behind his back and standing next to him – Her smile trembled and Harry stared.
What the hell…? The dark haired girl blinked, A chimera?
"Hello!" The strange and cute creature raised one of his paws, "Am I a mouse, a dog or a bear? Doesn't matter! All you need to know is that it's I, The Principal!" He introduced himself with a sweet smile and no small amount of flair. He would have looked innocent if the scar in his eye didn't show that he had seen and experienced the more darker side of life and survived it.
Harry and Hermione waved back, wide eyed. Ron, however, wasn't as polite.
"You're the Principal?" The blue eyed boy eyed the creature.
Principal Nezu smiled widely, "Yes! And you're Mr. Ronald Weasley, Miss Scheherazade Potter and Miss Hermione Granger." He pointed at each of them as he spoke, "I have heard a lot about you three from Albus."
"Nice to meet you," Harry said, a little stunned.
"All good I hope," Hermione smiled a little.
Harry snorted.
Knowing Dumbledore, Nezu had more likely heard both good and bad things.
Nezu didn't answer as he hummed. His small and keen black eyes moved to the blonde haired man that had been observing their interaction with silent interest.
"Ah, Present Mic," Nezu nodded, "Going home?"
The blonde, who was apparently a Pro-Hero, grinned, "I was – But then I saw those three and decided to talk to them."
Harry rubbed her chin in thought.
Present Mic, Present Mic… Which one was that again? She had heard about him back in Britain.
It took a while before it clicked.
Ah! Present Mic! He was a popular hero known for his talk-shows and radio program. His Quirk, if she wasn't mistaken, had something to do with his voice.
"Wait –" Hermione exclaimed, wrinkling her forehead, "If you're a hero and you work here – Are you the English teacher for the Department of Heroics?"
Uh, Harry thought. She hadn't realized this.
Present Mic pointed to the older witch, "Yeah!"
Hermione rubbed her face with a groan, "I can't believe I didn't notice this before."
Ron, instead of keeping his mouth shut and merely nodding his head in agreement, showed how reckless he could be as he leaned closer to Hermione with a grin on his face.
"Today doesn't seen to be your day, Mione – First you didn't know something, then you forgot something and now this? Poor Mio –"
Harry wasn't the only one who winced when Hermione hit him with her handbag with so much force that the red haired boy was thrown out of his chair.
Maybe that will teach him to not provoke the girl who broke Draco Malfoy's nose in Third Year.
Principal Nezu crackled gleefully at the two while Professor Dumbledore shook with his head with amusement. Clearing his throat, the old man called for the trio attention.
"You can all get to know your new teachers properly tomorrow, we better go." He announced before looking at his friend, "Do you need anything else, Nezu?"
The white creature waved a paw dismissively, "No, no. There is nothing else to talk about today." He smiled at the trio, "I'll see you three tomorrow morning."
Ron rubbed his head as he stood up from the floor, "Why tomorrow morning?"
"Why? Don't you want to see the dorms?" Nezu smiled, "After all, it will be your new home for the next three years."
Harry arched her eyebrow before looking up at the ceiling.
From tomorrow onward, it seemed like they would finally start their lives in U.A. and truly leave Britain in the past.
She smiled, tapping the arm of her shades as it slid a little down her nose.
It certainly won't be boring.
00
The establishment of the dormitories, also known as Heights Alliance, was ruminated by U.A's Faculty for a considerable amount of time. However, they had never seen a reason to built the dorms.
That reason was given by Dumbledore.
When the old wizard first spoke to Nezu about Harry and her friends, talking about how worried he was about their safety, the Principal had decided that it was time give life to the Height Alliance.
The dormitories were built in just three days; one building for every U.A. class and each of them located no more than a five-minute walk from the main building.
The dormitories were large buildings with five floors separated into two wings. Each building had its respective class name posted above a sign that read "Alliance" and each building was circled by low hedge bushes that left a path open to the entrance. Alongside the pathway there were two park benches and two towers with lights on them in case the students wanted to stay outside for a while before curfew.
The first level of the building was white while the upper levels were colored brown on the outside. All in all, it was a fairly simple design but also gave a homey feeling instead of screaming Look, this is a school dorm! for everyone to see.
"So!" Nezu clapped his hands, "What do you think?"
Harry sat one of the benches, looking around, "It could use more colors but it's nice."
At least it was ten times better than Number Four, Privet Drive. Harry would have been driven insane if she had been forced to live in a dorm similar to her relatives' horribly boring house.
"Are many students staying here, sir?" Hermione asked, standing next to her trunk.
"Currently? No, only you three." Nezu shook his head. "For now, we're giving the choice of staying here or going home. Who knows? Maybe U.A could one day be a boarding school like Hogwarts!"
"How many rooms are there?" Ron asked, looking at the building with curiosity.
Nezu beamed, "Why don't we take a look inside it and find out?"
He didn't wait for an answer. Making a gesture with his hand, the Principal walked in direction of the double doors, stepping inside the building.
Harry shot a enquiring look at Dumbledore, who been watching them in silence from the other bench. The Headmaster chuckled, eating a Lemon Drop before standing up.
"Go on," He said with a smile, "I'll be taking Miss Granger to her own dorm."
With that, he and Hermione left. At the same time, Harry jumped to her feet and grabbed her trunk, sharing a look with Ron.
Well, it looked like they would be having a tour.
Inside, the dorm building was designed to hold thirty two students and, much like Hogwarts, male and females were separated; males being assigned to the left wing and females being assigned to the right wing.
The first floor was a common area with couches, tables, television, a kitchen, bathrooms and a laundry room. Harry was a little sad to see the lack of fireplace. She would miss sitting by the fire.
The rooms started on the second floor and ended on the fifth floor. There were four rooms per gender on each floor with five floors in total and every room was rather bare with only a fridge, a toilet, one closet and a balcony. The bed as well the decoration of the room, Nezu informed them, would be left to the students.
Thankfully, Professor Dumbledore had prepared ahead. Not only the old wizard had chosen the rooms for them and used a few charms to make them bigger but he had also taken the time to decorate the rooms as well furnish it.
Ron's room took after his room back in bedroom back in the Burrow. It was decorated with posters of the Chudley Cannons and had burnt orange walls. There four-poster bed also had a hint of the Quidditch Team and Harry could see several Wizarding photographs of his family as well of the trio on both the walls and in the bookshelf on the corner of the room.
While her friend walked from one corner of the room to the other, gushing after everything that he thought was bloody cool as he bragged about how my brothers would be so jealous!, the emerald eyed witch stepped out of the room and walked to the door with her name on it.
She hesitated a little before opening the door. She had never owned a room for herself. Even the one back at her relatives' house still, technically, belonged to her cousin, Dudley.
The witch scoffed.
Why was she hesitating anyway? It had been Dumbledore who decorated the room so it won't look bad, he knew her tastes. Also, nothing could be worse than her grey and depressing room in Privet Drive.
Harry shook her head, throwing the door open. She stared before a wild grin appeared on her face.
"Professor Dumbledore you wonderful, wonderful man." Harry laughed, letting go of her trunk.
He truly knew her better than anyone else.
The walls were white but there was no doubt that it was the perfect room for a Gryffindor.
The large windows (Which had clearly been added by Dumbledore after he changed the size of the room) as the glass doors leading to the balcony were hung with dark red silks, being the same color as the carpet (Although the later had golden detail on it like runes and stars).
There were two comfortable red armchairs with a coffee table on middle of them as well a red divan, a desk for her to do her homework and a vanity with an charmed mirror ("Don't make that face, you'll get wrinkles.").
The shelves on the corner of the room, close to the armchairs, were filled with magical books as well several trinkets and even plushies of magical creatures.
A large photograph of her family (Uncle James, her mom and even Harry herself as a baby) hang on a wall that had the Marauders Map painted. The art work took the entire space and there were also a few smaller framed photographs surrounding her family's.
There were other small details that made the room more special to her; like the small corner prepared just for Hedwig, the Gryffindor knit throw that had clearly been knitted by Mrs. Weasley, the floor lamp that was shaped to look like Fawkes in his perch, a snow owl clock and even the Quidditch's Hoops shaped jewelry holder…
It was official.
Harry loved her room and Dumbledore was getting a lifetime supply of Lemon Drop for his birthday.
"Hey, Harry!" Ron stepped into her room, tripping a little when he saw it, "What – Wow, that's pretty cool."
Principal Nezu, from at the door hummed, "Albus did a beautiful job in your room, Miss Potter." He said, walking inside the room and approaching the wall with her family picture.
"He did, didn't he?" Harry cooed at a Padfoot plushie, jumping on her four-poster bed. After a moment, she looked at Ron. "What did you want?"
The blue eyed boy blinked, "Oh – Right, I almost forgot." He placed the Golden Snitch replica he had been eying down and took out a piece of paper from the pocket of his jacket, "Did you see our timetable?"
Harry stared, surprised, "We already have a timetable?"
"Under your pillow, Miss Potter." Nezu said without looking at her.
Harry immediately started looking for the paper, smiling as she picked it up from under one of her pillows.
雄英高校
U.A High School
TIME SCHEDULE
Class 1-A
~ Monday
8:20 AM – 8:35 AM: Homeroom
8:40 AM – 9:30 AM: Japanese
9:40 AM – 10:30 AM: Japanese History
10:40 AM – 11:30 AM: Heroes' Laws and Politics
11:40 AM – 12:30 PM: Modern Literature
12:30 PM – 13:20 PM: Lunch
13:20 PM – 14:10 PM: First Aid
14:20 PM – 15:10 PM: English
15:20 PM – 16:10 PM: Math
~ Tuesday
8:20 AM – 8:35 AM: Homeroom
8:40 AM – 9:30 AM: English
9:40 AM – 10:30 AM: Japanese
10:40 AM – 11:30 AM: Non-Combat Hero Skills
11:40 AM – 12:30 PM: Stealth, Trap Making and Capture Training
12:30 PM – 13:20 PM: Lunch
13:20 PM – 14:10 PM: Math
14:20 PM – 15:10 PM: Foundational Hero Studies
15:20 PM – 16:10 PM: Foundational Hero Studies
~ Wednesday
8:20 AM – 8:35 AM: Homeroom
8:40 AM – 9:30 AM: Modern Literature
9:40 AM – 10:30 AM: Chemistry
10:40 AM – 11:30 AM: Stealth, Trap Making and Capture Training
11:40 AM – 12:30 PM: Stealth, Trap Making and Capture Training
12:30 PM – 13:20 PM: Lunch
13:20 PM – 14:10 PM: Biology
14:20 PM – 15:10 PM: World History
15:20 PM – 16:10 PM: Heroes' Laws and Politics
~ Thursday
8:20 AM – 8:35 AM: Homeroom
8:40 AM – 9:30 AM: Non-Combat Hero Skills
9:40 AM – 10:30 AM: Japanese History
10:40 AM – 11:30 AM: Home Ec.
11:40 AM – 12:30 PM: Physics
12:30 PM – 13:20 PM: Lunch
13:20 PM – 14:10 PM: Art
14:20 PM – 15:10 PM: Foundational Hero Studies
15:20 PM – 16:10 PM: Foundational Hero Studies
~ Friday
8:20 AM – 8:35 AM: Homeroom
8:40 AM – 9:30 AM: Art
9:40 AM – 10:30 AM: Japanese
10:40 AM – 11:30 AM: P.E
11:40 AM – 12:30 PM: Chemistry
12:30 PM – 13:20 PM: Lunch
13:20 PM – 14:10 PM: Physics
14:20 PM – 15:10 PM: World History
15:20 PM – 16:10 PM: Field Ethics and Strategy
~Saturday
8:20 AM – 8:35 AM: Homeroom
8:40 AM – 9:30 AM: Non-Combat Hero Skills
9:40 AM – 10:30 AM: Field Ethics and Strategy
10:40 AM – 11:30 AM: Math
11:40 AM – 12:30 PM: P.E
12:30 PM – 13:20 PM: Lunch
13:20 PM – 14:10 PM: Biology
14:20 PM – 15:10 PM: English
She stared at the paper.
The classes offered at U.A. for the Department of Heroics were both usual and unusual. There normal Muggle subjects that she and her friends had studied before coming to Japan and then there were more specific subjects that would help the students to archive their dreams of being a Pro-Hero.
It was a lot and she wondered if that was why U.A was said to be so difficult. Not only the entrance exam had a small rate of acceptance but she had heard rumors of people dropping out of the Department of Heroics; either moving to another Department and moving to a whole new school.
Not that it mattered to her.
Harry was really excited to see what those classes would be like. It would certainly be different. Not Hogwarts level of different but still!
"I wonder what type of classes Hermione will have..." Ron said, looking down at his own paper as he sat down on of the armchairs.
"I'm sure she has a lot of classes involving numbers and math." Harry replied.
The two of them shivered.
Give Ron a puzzle and Harry a ancient text and the two of them would be more than happy to work with it. Hand them a Arithmancy or Math question and ask them to resolve it and the two would run away as far as they could.
Their brains weren't qualified to solve or work with that kind of thing. Different from Hermione's that seemed to turn her into a human calculator.
"Miss Potter." Harry looked at Nezu.
He didn't turn his attention to her, looking rather interested if not fascinated with her family picture.
After a moment, he continued speaking, "You look very much like your parents – Although there seems to be a little bit more of your father in you."
That – That wasn't what she expected the Principal to say. Actually, the witch didn't think that she had ever heard those words before.
Usually, people compared her to Uncle James. It didn't matter that the only thing that she got from the Potters was the Family Magic and the hair. It was always You look just like your father or You're like a female version of your father!.
Harry had heard those words so often that she found it a bit wearing.
Sometimes, all she wanted to do was scream, for everyone to hear, that No! I don't look like James Potter! I look like my mother and father! I have my mother's eyes and the shape of my father's face!
But then, if she did start screaming all that, Harry knew that it would just give her problems with the sheep. The British wizards would more likely assume that her mother had cheated on James and would never believe that the man had actually adopted her into the Potter Family.
Harry made a pause, going over his words once more. Slowly, she shot the creature a half-questioning and half-surprised look.
"Wait, you knew my parents?" She asked, testing the theory that had come to her.
Nezu turned to look at her and blinked, "I did know your mother and I do know your father."
Ron perked up at this, focusing his attention in their conversation. Harry let him be, sitting up on her bed properly.
So I was right… She thought, awed.
Nezu knew her dad. There was actually someone who personally knew her father standing a few feet away from her… That's… Wow.
She grinned.
Dumbledore, Sirius and Remus had told her a lot about her mom and Uncle James along the years but they hadn't all that much information to give to her about her father.
Maybe Nezu could tell her about the man?
"Your mother used to visit U.A almost every summer to train with her Quirk under Recovery Girl – She is our resident nurse." Nezu added quickly in answer to Harry's and Ron's questioning look. "It was Recovery Girl that introduced your parents. Your mother had been one of the brightest humans I ever had the pleasure of meeting. She was a vivacious, overly emotional, short-tempered and charming girl who never knew when to give up." He chuckled, "Lily was rather naïve and blind though. It took your father almost a whole year to make her understand that he was in love with her."
At his words, Harry had to smile.
She did wonder how exactly Recovery Girl had helped her mother with her Quirk. Lily Potter's Quirk hadn't been a Healing one.
"From what Albus told me about you, you seem to have your father's temperament." Nezu said a little thoughtful.
"Does he work here?" Harry asked, hopefully.
"Your father? No." He smiled kindly when her face fell. "I'm sure you'll see him around. He comes to see his intern a –"
He stopped speaking. Nezu stared when he saw the way her hands clenched and her lips pursued. By the corner of her eyes, she saw Ron look a little concerned.
"Oh… So he comes to see his intern, huh?" Harry muttered, trying to not think about the blasted Tintin.
The blonde wasn't going to spoil her day. Things had been going rather well so far.
She took a deep breath.
"That expression right there…" Nezu said, wiggling a finger at her, "Now you look even more like him."
That made her smile and calm down a little. Harry was still feeling rather annoyed, maybe even a little angry, at the mention of Tintin but the comparison to her father was a welcome distraction.
"Should I be worried about my student safety?" Nezu gave the impression of raising his non-existent eyebrow.
"Yes." Ron whispered, trying to hide it with a cough.
Harry shot him a look but didn't say anything about it.
"No." She shook her head, "I'm just not fond of him."
Ron coughed a little more, "Understatement of the century."
Harry gave him a sweet smile, far too sweet to be safe, "Are you sick Ronniekins? Do you need something?"
He gulped and shook his head frantically.
"Nope! I'm fine! Hehehehe…"
Nezu hummed.
Dumbledore must have told him about her eyes because he had a glint of understanding in his eyes.
Harry sighed.
She couldn't even find it in herself to be annoyed. Actually, him being in the known was a good thing in case she ended suffering under the more extreme negative effects of her abilities.
"When did you meet him?" The Principal asked, his paws behind his back.
Harry blinked as she was pulled away from her thoughts, "You mean Tintin?" Nezu's lips twitched up, as if he wanted to laugh, "We bumped with him yesterday."
"I see," Nezu said.
Nothing else about the boy was said. Nezu, thankfully, changed the subject by speaking about their classes; explaining every single one of them in detail.
At some point, maybe ten minutes or so later, Dumbledore and a excited looking Hermione entered into the room.
The old wizard immediately made his way to the armchair Principal Nezu was using; talking in rushed tones with the creature who immediately replied in kind. Hermione, on other hand, almost bounced to Harry's bed.
The older girl looked like she was drunk of happiness and all Harry needed to do to understand her current state of mind was to take a look at the paper the bushy haired witch was holding.
雄英高校
U.A High School
TIME SCHEDULE
Class 1-I
~ Monday
8:20 AM – 8:35 AM: Homeroom
8:40 AM – 9:30 AM: English
9:40 AM – 10:30 AM: Home Ec.
10:40 AM – 11:30 AM: Math
11:40 AM – 12:30 PM: Math
12:30 PM – 13:20 PM: Lunch
13:20 PM – 14:10 PM: World History
14:20 PM – 15:10 PM: Japanese
15:20 PM – 16:10 PM: Art
~ Tuesday
8:20 AM – 8:35 AM: Homeroom
8:40 AM – 9:30 AM: Modern Literature
9:40 AM – 10:30 AM: English
10:40 AM – 11:30 AM: Financial Reporting and Analysis
11:40 AM – 12:30 PM: Biology
12:30 PM – 13:20 PM: Lunch
13:20 PM – 14:10 PM: Japanese History
14:20 PM – 15:10 PM: Introduction to Marketing
15:20 PM – 16:10 PM: Introduction to Marketing
~ Wednesday
8:20 AM – 8:35 AM: Homeroom
8:40 AM – 9:30 AM: Chemistry
9:40 AM – 10:30 AM: Understanding General Management
10:40 AM – 11:30 AM: Japanese
11:40 AM – 12:30 PM: World History
12:30 PM – 13:20 PM: Lunch
13:20 PM – 14:10 PM: Statistics for Business Decisions
14:20 PM – 15:10 PM: Statistics for Business Decisions
15:20 PM – 16:10 PM: Financial Reporting and Analysis
~ Thursday
8:20 AM – 8:35 AM: Homeroom
8:40 AM – 9:30 AM: Physics
9:40 AM – 10:30 AM: English
10:40 AM – 11:30 AM: Japanese
11:40 AM – 12:30 PM: Competitive and Corporate Strategy
12:30 PM – 13:20 PM: Lunch
13:20 PM – 14:10 PM: Competitive and Corporate Strategy
14:20 PM – 15:10 PM: P.E
15:20 PM – 16:10 PM: Chemistry
~ Friday
8:20 AM – 8:35 AM: Homeroom
8:40 AM – 9:30 AM: Math
9:40 AM – 10:30 AM: First Aid
10:40 AM – 11:30 AM: Business-Oriented Computer Applications
11:40 AM – 12:30 PM: Business Ethics
12:30 PM – 13:20 PM: Lunch
13:20 PM – 14:10 PM: Physics
14:20 PM – 15:10 PM: The Science of People in Organizations
15:20 PM – 16:10 PM: The Science of People in Organizations
~Saturday
8:20 AM – 8:35 AM: Homeroom
8:40 AM – 9:30 AM: Biology
9:40 AM – 10:30 AM: Business Ethics
10:40 AM – 11:30 AM: Understanding General Management
11:40 AM – 12:30 PM: Japanese History
12:30 PM – 13:20 PM: Lunch
13:20 PM – 14:10 PM: Business-Oriented Computer Applications
14:20 PM – 15:10 PM: English
"What's Science of People in Organizations?" Harry asked, confused.
Ron moved out of his seat to take the paper from her hand, his face twisting with horror. Hermione, though, was the definition of giddiness as she spoke;
"Is a course aimed to develop the skills to predict the behavior of individuals, groups and organizations to lead a company or team towards –"
And Harry stopped listening, staring at Harry with a dazed look as the other girl rambled on and on about the aims of the course and everything that she would more likely learn with it.
I had to ask… Harry thought dryly, ignoring the glare Ron sent her way.
"Well, I think it's time to go." Hermione's mouth snapped shut at Dumbledore's words and the trio looked at him.
"Wait, you're going? Already?" Harry frowned, jumping from her bed and walking to the Headmaster.
The old blue eyed wizard smiled sadly at her, "Unfortunately, I can't just abandon the school, my dear."
Harry bit her bottom lip.
She had forgotten that the school year at Hogwarts hadn't ended yet. And it would be suspicious if the Headmaster suddenly disappeared for a long period of time.
"Don't worry, Miss Potter!" Nezu said, "I'm sure you'll like the school! And there will be a lot of things for you three to do before the school year starts to you!"
That wasn't what was bothering her at the moment but she still smiled at the scarred creature.
It was just – Harry found it strange to know that after he left, she won't see Dumbledore for a long time.
The Headmaster offered her his fist, "Do send me a letter later, my girl."
Fist bumping him, Harry smiled.
"I will. Try to not eat too much Lemon Drops."
"I'll try." He said, his eyes twinkling with mirth.
Dumbledore then turned to talk to Ron and Hermione, giving them his good wishes and asking them to contact their families later to tell them how things were going.
Nezu and Dumbledore traded a few words before they bowed to each other and shook hands. Harry felt like someone punched her in the stomach when the man who had been by her side for so long, teaching and guiding her, gave her one more smile and vanished, Apparating to Merlin knew where.
She took a deep breath, keeping her back straight as she turned to look at Nezu.
"So, eh – What type of things we can do here before school starts?" Harry asked.
Nezu beamed and clapped his paws, "Well, why don't we start with a tour?"
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Harry lay flat on her back, staring at the white ceiling of her room.
She had woke up hours ago and hadn't been able to go back to sleep despite how early it was. It was finally her first day of school and Harry felt a little nervous. In a way, it was like she was a small eleven years old once more; fretting over her new school and her future classmates.
At least, she thought, the last months had made it possible for her to get to know her teachers as well the school itself. Things would have been a lot worse for her if she had to worry about ending up with a Japanese version of Snape as her teacher.
Well, there was one teacher who loved to pick on her (Not that she didn't annoy or pick on him in return) but the man was ten times better than the sour Potions Master.
She sat up, turning her head to check the time on her Hedwig shaped clock; it was still six in the morning.
The green eyed witch sighed before scrambling out of the bed. She smiled a little at the softy snoring Hedwig perched on her little corner and walked to her vanity. Grabbing her hairbrush, she accidentally peered up at the mirror.
"You look horrible, dear." The mirror informed her.
"I'm going to ignore you." Harry grumbled, "Is far too early to argue with a magical mirror."
Of course she looked horrible.
For the last months, when her and her friends weren't enjoying their free time or studying a little more at Hermione's insistence, they were training for hours and hours under the supervision of the U.A. teachers. Learning to use the rings wasn't as easy as learning to use a wand and things only got worse when Nezu and some of the other teachers decided to add a little more of physical training to their repertoire.
Honestly, U.A's training methods were worse than Oliver "The Dictator" Wood's! Harry never thought that she would ever meet someone who was worse than him but she did.
And that definitely wasn't a good thing.
Finished with her morning routine, Harry opened her closet, stepping inside to find her he school's uniform.
After dressing herself, putting on her shoes and tying her hair in a French braid, Harry walked out of the closet and made her way back to the vanity, humming as she checked her reflection.
The mirror sounded exasperated as it spoke, "Are the glasses really necessary?"
"Yep." The green eyed girl said dryly.
Satisfied with her looks, Harry scanned her room in search of her messenger bag. It took a while but she found it on the floor beside her bed. As she picked it up, she found a book beneath it; Harry had been reading it before she fell asleep last night.
Like the majority of wizarding books, the pictures on it were all moving. Images of wizards in dark robes shot spells after spells as they dueled, using rings rather similar to her own as foci instead of wands. Under them, there was an explanation of different methods used to better control their magic when using a jewelry type focus.
After staring at it for a while, Harry snapped the book shut and moved to placed it over her desk.
"I'm going to prepare breakfast, do you want to come, Hedwig?" Harry asked gently as she approached her owl, patting her gently.
The owl, who had appeared on her room the morning after Harry's first day at the dorm, took her head from under her wing, blinking a little before nodding her head.
With Hedwig now perched on her shoulder, the witch walked out of her room and closed the door behind her. Quickly, she made her way to Ron's room's door.
"Ron, wake up!" She knocked on it much like how she had been doing for the past months, "I won't cook for you if you don't get ready in five minutes."
There was a panicked yell and the sound of a body hitting the floor. At this, Hedwig shot the door her best unimpressed look while Harry snorted. That reaction was so Ron.
Shaking her head, the dark haired girl made her down the stairs; hers and Ron's room were in the fifth floor.
As she stepped into the kitchen, Hedwig flew to the table while Harry grabbed her Gryffindor themed apron and waved her hand, summoning everything that she would need to start making breakfast.
Humming, Harry was turning over the bacon when Hermione showed up a few minutes later.
"Morning, Harry." The older girl greeted her, taking a seat at the long table and placing her bag on the floor, "Excited for today?"
"A little." Harry said, finishing the bacon and starting to fry the eggs.
At least she wasn't as nervous as before.
"I can't wait for our lessons to start." Hermione said.
"It will only start tomorrow." Harry reminded her, "Today is just the opening ceremony."
"I know." Hermione rolled her eyes, "That doesn't mean I'm not excited! Also, I do wonder how the opening ceremony will work though."
Harry shrugged, "Nezu will more likely give a long speech just to see we all suffering."
By now, Harry had learned a lot about Dumbledore's furred friend. One of those things being that humans definitely weren't his all time favorite species.
"Principal Nezu."
"Yeah, him." Harry snickered as her friend scoffed.
By the time Ron arrived in the kitchen, looking like he had fallen asleep in his uniform, Harry started making pancakes and a jar of orange juice.
"Why are we up so early anyway?" Ron grumbled, pilling his plate with food after Harry put the plates of egg and bacon, pancakes and blueberry scones on the table.
Hermione took a scone for herself as Harry poured some juice for both of them, "Because we can't be late for our first day."
She gave him a accusatory look. Harry snorted as she sat down.
Hermione never missed the opportunity to remind Ron of how late he was for their first Transfiguration lesson.
"Haffy as wafe two." He mumbled, his mouth full of bacon.
This time, it was the green eyed girl who shot him a look, "I was not. You may have forgotten this, but I was already at the room when you got there."
The red haired boy grumbled before yelped in pain, shaking his hand.
Hedwig glared at him, trying to peck him once more.
"Bloody hell – Harry, make her stop!"
Harry looked at the plate of bacon that he had been trying to reach for and snorted as she understood why her owl was so angry.
"Serves you right. I didn't make all the bacon for you." She wiggled her fork at him, "Stop stealing her half of it."
"Hoot!" Hedwig hooted in agreement and gave him her own version of a death glare and started eating the rest of the bacon.
"But I'm hungry."
"Eat something else then." Harry said, taking a bite of her pancake.
"Hoot!"
"Ouch!"
Harry and Hermione shared a look before they kept eating as if Hedwig wasn't trying to gouge Ron's eyes out of his head after he attempted to steal her bacon once more.
"Harry help!"
She drank her orange juice calmly, "Learn to accept the consequences of your actions, Ronniekins."
"Arg!"
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Hermione's classroom was on the other side of the building. Because of that, Harry and Ron found themselves walking in direction of their own classroom without the last member of the trio.
To be honest, Harry thought, it was a little strange to think that they won't share a single class with the bushy haired witch. At least they would see each other at lunch and after the classes ended for the day.
"Here it is, Class 1-A." Harry said as they stopped in front of their classroom's door.
Without further ado, the green eyed girl opened the door. The duo entered the filled classroom, sharing a look when they saw that almost everyone stopped whatever they were doing to stare at them.
"What's their problem?" Ron grumbled.
"We're foreigners." Harry replied. It was the only answer that would make sense to her.
Suddenly, Ron hissed lowly.
"Is that a giant caterpillar?" Ron used her as a shield as he stepped behind her, pointing a trembling finger to what looked like the biggest yellow caterpillar in the world.
Spiders were still Ron's greatest fear. But after their deadly encounter with Aragog and his children back in Second Year, the youngest Weasley Boy started to have an aversion for giant insects of any kind.
"No," Harry deadpanned, staring at the caterpillar snoring softly behind the teacher's desk. "It's worse… It's Aizawa."
At the name, the caterpillar twitched but didn't show any sign of waking up.
Aizawa Shouta – The annoying and lazy man who loved to pick on Harry and call her by her full name no matter how much she protested… And now, he was apparently her homeroom teacher, which, if she didn't misunderstood Hermione's explanation about the subject, was pretty much the same as a Head of House.
Aside from them, no one else seemed to have noticed their homeroom teacher.
"We got Snape's long lost brother?" Ron looked he didn't know if he was heart broken or horrified with this discovery. "I wanted Midnight."
Harry wrinkled her nose before rolling her eyes.
Of course he wanted Midnight as his Homeroom's teacher, she wasn't even a little surprised with that.
Midnight, also known as Kayama Nemuri when she wasn't using hero costume, was a nice woman. Harry liked her, she truly did… But the way the woman dressed and acted made her want to cringe. Midnight was like catnip for perverts.
Shaking her head, Harry walked to the noticeboard on the back of the room, her eyes focusing on the paper that was hung there. It was their seats assignment. Apparently, that was a thing in Japan.
"We won't be sitting next to one another." Ron lamented.
Harry hummed staring at her name on the paper; the Katakana used for her name had been one of the first things that she learned to read and write.
The dark haired girl grimaced a little.
Seat 5 – ロナルド・ウィーズリー
Seat 18 – シェヘラザード・ポッター
Our names in Japanese are ridiculous, she thought after a moment.
Her name, Scheherazade Potter, was written and read as Sheherazado Potta while Ron's name ended up as Ronarudo Uiizuri.
The Japanese Language butchered their names to epic proportions.
Oh, and speaking of translating something to Japanese or understanding the language itself…
"Which one is seat five?" Ron asked.
Harry pointed to his seat, "That one." Before he walked away from her, she patted his shoulder, "Don't forget the candies."
She had eaten the two necessary candies to understand and speak in Japanese before leaving the dorms but Harry was sure that Ron had forgotten about it. She knew she was right when Ron smiled sheepishly and took two familiar candies from the pocket of his jacket.
It was a good thing that she reminded the boy of the candies because not even one minute later, a tall boy with very dark blue hair, weird eyebrows and rectangular glasses approached them.
The three of them stared at each other before the boy spoke, every word being immediately translated in their mind,
"Good Morning, fellow classmates!" He bowed, "I'm Iida Tenya from Somei Junior High School."
"Er –" Ron gave her a helpless look but Harry shrugged, "I'm Ron, that's Harry… We're from Hogwarts…?"
"Where's it? You two look like foreigners."
"Britain,"
The boy brightened, "Oh! How different are British schools from Japanese ones?"
The two friends were spared from having to come up with an answer when there was the loudly sound of someone hitting their hands against a desk.
Turning around, Harry saw a blonde haired boy snarling at a squeaking green haired who was standing rather close to the doorway.
"What the fuck are you doing here, Deku?!" The boy bared his teeth, clenching and unclenching his hands as if he was ready to warp them around the other boy's neck.
The brown haired girl standing next to the green haired boy frowned, looking a little apprehensive.
Harry took hold of Ron's arm when he started moving to help the green haired boy. At her friend's confused look, Harry shook her head and made a gesture to the teachers desk.
The giant caterpillar was wiggling.
All those screams from the volatile blonde haired boy must have woken Aizawa up.
The yellow caterpillar stood up slowly, black eyes staring at the class with annoyance, "If you're here to socialize, then get out."
There was a moment of silence.
Most of her new classmates stared at Aizawa, some of them looking a little weirded out until the man unzipped his yellow sleeping bag, standing tall and more than a little intimidating.
Snape thought that he was scary but the Potions Master had a lot to learn. Even withunkempt appearance (his long messy black hair, the light dusting of facial hair on his face and the dark bags under his eyes), Aizawa's mere presence made people fear him
The man clicked his tongue, "My name is Aizawa Shouta, I'm your homeroom teacher."
Yay, Harry thought dryly, discretely shaking her fists in false cheer. A smirk tugged on her lips when she saw Aizawa's eyebrow twitch when he noticed her.
It looked like Nezu didn't warn the man that she would be in his class.
"He looks more like a hobo." A boy sitting rather close to her muttered.
Another one nodded, "He doesn't seem very mainly."
"Is he even a hero?"
"Silence." Aizawa didn't even raise his voice, he merely sent a look at the three boys.
The three boy snapped their mouths shut. The long haired man stared at them before taking out a pile of blue Gym uniforms and placing them over his desk.
"Quickly change into your gym uniforms, and follow me down to the field."
No one had the time to complain or question the lack of academic orientation or even the opening ceremony as Aizawa turned around and walked out of the classroom as if he heading to some kind of torture.
Typical Aizawa, Harry thought, rolling her eyes at the man's theatrics.
Harry found herself to be one of the first to stand up from her seat. She blinked a little at the boy with unique white and red hair but didn't say anything as she started to look for the Gym uniform with her name.
"Here." The boy offered it to her just as he was ready to leave the room.
"Thank you." Harry smiled.
Slowly, grey and turquoise blue eyes blinked. The boy stared at her before looking away and walking out of the classroom.
The witch raised her eyebrow.
Had she seen something like disappointment in his eyes? Or had that been nothing more than a trick of light.
"Do you know him, Harry?" Ron asked after finally finding his uniform and walking by her side to the changing rooms.
"No." She shook her head, frowning a little.
Did she?
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TIMELINE!
January 3, 2019 – The Trio and Dumbledore visit Fujitaka before heading to U.A.
January 4, 2019 – The Trio moves into the Height Alliance Dorms.
February 27, 2019 – The day in which the U.A's Entrance Exam happens.
April 9, 2019 – The First Day as Students of U.A (Sunday)
CURIOUSITY TIME!
Seats Assignment: At U.A., Seats are assigned at the beginning of the year based on their student number which is based on alphabetical (hiraganical?) order. Class 1-A then would be:
~Here is the front of the classroom!
*There are the windows in this side - The desk is in the center (Behind it is the board) – the door is in that direction - close to the wall.
16 – Todoroki Shouto11 – Satou Rikidou6 – Uraraka Ochako 1 – Aoyama Yuuga
17 – Bakugou Katsuki12 – Shouji Mezou 7 – Ojiro Mashirao 2 – Ashido Mina
18 – Scheherazade Potter 13 – Jirou Kyouka 8 – Kaminari Denki 3 – Asui Tsuyu
19 – Midoriya Izuku14 – Serou Hanta 9 – Kirishima Ejirou 4 – Iida Tenya
20 – Yaoyorozu Momo15 – Tokoyami Fumikage 10 – Kouda Kouji 5 – Ron Weasley
*For those who didn't understand: Harry is sitting between Bakugou and Midoroya, and Ron is sitting at the last chair of his line and behind Iida.
