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A/N: Yes, you're seeing right, I have started another GUNDAM WING X HARRY POTTER fanfiction that I will probably never ever complete. Oops.
John Sanders and Ben Peterson are my OC.

Summary: With Voldemort finally out of the picture, Harry was fully prepared to holster his wand, put his past firmly behind him, and live life in obscurity. (He had even applied to a muggle university and everything!) When Harry accidentally bumps into a stranger on the streets, he thinks nothing of it. Too bad, the bump-in was not as accidental as it might have initially seemed...

A HERO'S JOURNEY

Chapter One:

Harry was… well, bored. Very bored, and a bit confused, but mainly, he was just bored.

Bored as in why-should-I-care-about-what-happened-in-the-muggle-world-between-the-1400s-to-the-turn-of-the-1800s? kind of way; and not in an I-have-heard-this-a-million-times-before way. Are you getting the idea, now? Don't worry, Harry didn't get it either.

He couldn't recall ever learning about any of this so-called 'Era of Exploration.'

Harry was hardly alone here, as over half the class (those that had even bothered showing up for class, that is) weren't even bothering with even pretending to pay attention, while the other half- no, the other quarter of the class, was diligently taking notes as if their lives depended on it. Sad thing is, that some part of their brain probably had convinced the rest of them that this was a do-or-die situation. He'd witnessed similar obsessive note-taking from Hermione.

But Harry wasn't concerned about his own lack of note-taking, or even his grade in this class. If he got desperate enough he could always ask Hermione to fill in the gaps later on. (Too bad he would never be desperate enough as he wouldn't allow his grade to dip too low.)

Just because he did not care about his grade in this class did not mean that he routinely tuned out all his lectures, just those that had to do with muggle history. Or history in general.

He simply hadn't had muggle history since he was ten. Though, neither could he have told you what was happening in the wizarding world during that time span, (although he could tell you a thing or two about a goblin rebellion)! And he had been taking History of Magic since he was eleven, well, at least until his O.W.L.s (not that he pursued it in his N.E.W.T.s) so really he hadn't had a history class in years. But all that was beside the point.

The point was, Harry was struggling to stay awake in yet another mind-numbing history class. He had honestly thought that it had been Professor Binns that had made history so dreadful (the man, er, ghost seriously lacked the necessary enthusiasm needed to bring "history to life") but apparently, History was just a universally boring subject- no matter who taught it.

The professor, Dr. Marsha Roberts could have been a good professor, Harry thought, if she took the time to realize that she wasn't teaching to a room full of Hermione's who knew everything about everything.

Instead, the aging woman who was nearing retirement taught her lessons as if her students were all preparing to write a dissertation on the subject, instead of just checking off one of many required courses for a bachelor's degree.

In other words, everything Professor Roberts said went over everybody's head, not just his. Which, in turn, made Harry feel better. Much better.

At least it wouldn't be glaringly obvious that he knew nothing, or next to nothing about British and World history.

Of course, one might question why he would even want to study something in the muggle world when he had the whole British magical society eating out of his hand, what with being "the Savior" and all.

Perhaps it was a bit of Harry's cunning Slytherin side coming out. After hearing the Dursley's say so often that he wouldn't amount to anything, maybe he wanted to prove to them, once and for all, that he could; And by enrolling in a muggle university he was basically saying that he could do it without the help of magic- mostly.

Or maybe, he was honoring his mother (and in a way his dad) by finishing a degree, since he really could not finish his seventh year at Hogwarts, nor was he interested in being a "super senior (1)" (a muggle term he had picked up from somewhere around campus) and complete his eighth year like Hermione opted to. Ron had decided to just ride out the coat-tails of fame and decided to take this opportunity to fast-track his career as an Auror, much to Hermione's disapproval (Honestly Ronald, how could you even think about not going back when we still have so much left to learn?!….) and Harry's amusement (Good for you, mate!).

Harry honestly didn't blame Ron and he had considered doing it himself, but in the end, he had decided that he wanted to do something for himself.

So instead of boarding the Hogwarts Express on September 1, Harry had instead trudged through an early morning shower to what had to be the most boring muggle class in existence.

That had been almost thirty tortuous minutes ago.

Harry shook his head as he felt his eyes start to glaze over. He needed to focus on something otherwise he would be like Ben Peterson who sat one desk over.

Ben Peterson, his occasional study partner, wasn't even trying to feign attentiveness anymore. The blonde had stumbled into class (five minutes late), thrown down his bag, and had promptly fallen asleep in such a way that reminded Harry a lot of Ron.

He supposed that at this point in the semester, enough was being asked of Ben to even bother showing up for class, as through convey Harry had discovered that he had to work three part-time jobs just to be able to afford school. Harry felt bad for the older boy, as even though he couldn't relate (as his parents had left him with more than enough money both magical and muggle) he knew what it was like to have to struggle to have anything.

Harry's attention shifted to the guy to his left. On this particular day, it was John Sanders who had taken up the only available seat at his desk. He knew John a bit better than he knew Ben and also knew that, much like the rest of them, John could care less about the subject. John was just proving this point by scrolling away on his phone having completely tuned out the world around him.

John was perhaps the only real muggle friend Harry had (Ben was more of an acquaintance) and so they hung out from time to time. Like him, John had been raised by relatives instead of his parents, though, his grandparents seemed to enjoy having him in their lives and coddled him in a way that would only happen if his aunt or uncle dreamt about it in a nightmare.

Although John talked occasionally about his parents, Harry knew that it was a sore subject for him, as apparently, they had died in a shuttle explosion between colonies.

The colonies.

When Harry had first ventured out into the muggle world after he had left Hogwarts and killed Voldemort, Harry had been surprised to hear about all the colonies that existed. Harry had thought life existed solely on earth, supposedly though, it hadn't been that way in years.

Harry wondered why he hadn't heard talk of it at Privet Drive over the summers, as surely his uncle would have had some opinion about those who lived in the Colonies rather than here on earth, but that had not been so.

Although Harry hadn't technically been living under a rock (only inside one. okay, he had been living inside many, as Hogwarts was made of stone) he was still a bit clueless about the muggle world. He would have still thought he would have heard something about the Colonies and the Eve Wars that had come to an end five years ago, from Hermione, if no one else. But Harry could not remember ever hearing her mention them.

Perhaps he had been too busy training for his own battles and preparing for his own war to worry about learning the details of another. In any case, Harry had had to do quite a bit of catching up when he entered the muggle world.

Harry was just thankful that the O.W.L.s. And the N.E.W.T.s (which he ended up sitting over the summer with Ron, despite only having gone up to sixth year- Oh the perks of being the Chosen One, and his ever-faithful sidekick) corresponded with some muggle exams which allowed him immediate entry into the university the following fall.

Although Harry wasn't sure what he was planning on studying, he was leaning towards law enforcement or the type. One would think he had had enough pursuing Dark Lords and his minions, but apparently, Harry still hadn't gotten his fill of "catching the bad guys."

Hence the reason why he was learning about how "Christopher Columbus sailed the ocean blue in 1492." Like any of them really cared as to when he sailed what ocean to arrive at some foreign land he never knew existed.

Although it was a funny thought, Harry knew that he would never come across a Death Eater wanna be, or some other criminal who would resort to violence unless he could tell them when Good Ole Chris sailed the ocean. So he went back to people watching.

When class finally ended, Harry shoved Ben awake while John begrudgingly put away his cell-phone, grabbed his backpack and slung it over his shoulder, and stood waiting for Harry to pack his things so they could walk out together.

"Oh my God! I thought that class would never end! I was literally, this close," John said dramatically while pinching his thumb and index fingers together to further prove his point, "this close to packing my bags and just walking out."

Harry agreed, there had been many class periods where he had come "that close" to walking out, mainly Trelawney's, Snape's, Binns' and Umbridge's' classes, but there had been others too. On a couple of occasions he had walked out, but there was an issue with attending such a selective school: you got away with virtually nothing, and the professors were always checking up on your whereabouts as if it were their business in the first place. "Been there, done that, and let me tell you, it's not worth the consequences."

"Oh, live a little, Harry. I mean, we're all of age, it's not as if they can call our guardians, or parents, or what-have-you and snitch!"

"No, but we can fail the class, and have to retake it under another, possibly worse professor!" Harry argued, thinking of all the DADA teachers they had had, barring Lupin, of course. It seemed like each one was worse than the last.

Now it was time for John to snort, "I doubt there is a worse professor than Roberts. Who's the idea was it to allow her to teach anyway? I mean, I honestly didn't understand a word she was saying."

"Of course you didn't understand a word she was saying, you were too busy talking to Cathy."

John flushed, "Well… well it's not my fault I am capable of getting a girl and you're not!"

Harry snickered, sometimes, John reminded him so much of Ron.

John ignored him. "Besides, I'm planning on asking her out the next time she's in London. You know, like a date. So I have to try to get to know her better so she'll say yes."

"Good luck with that man," Harry said while shaking his head.

Good luck indeed. Even though Harry hadn't met Cathy, he had heard John talk about her enough to know a bit about her. He knew that she worked for some sort of traveling circus, and had a brother who worked for the Preventers who absolutely terrified John. Although, the other guy apparently did not scare John enough to prevent him from asking his sister out.

Oddly enough when Harry asked what about the other guy scared him so much, John just shrugged and said he had never met the guy.

Of course, when Harry asked how a guy he'd never even come in contact with could scare him, John had just told him to shut up and that he worked for the Preventers as if that was supposed to explain everything.

Harry supposed it could be a bit like Voldemort and how plenty of people had been terrified of him even though they (thankfully) had never come in contact with him, hence the moniker, You-Know-Who. Maybe it was a similar situation here, where Cathy's Preventer brother had a reputation that precedes him.

Still, it was kind of silly to be afraid of someone because of their reputation alone. At least it was to Harry.

Also, Harry was really going to have to look into the Preventers as that was about all he was hearing as of late, and he couldn't make any sense of it.

"Well, I don't have another class until three," John said as they walked down the stairs of the building that held the university's History department. "So what do you say we go out and grab a bite?" Effectively breaking Harry from his mental "note to self" moment.

"Sure," Harry agreed because why not? He was free for the rest of the day and had no pressing assignments due that night.

(1) Super Senior: someone who was a senior a year ago but is still in school (the term super comes into play as in this refers to the additional semester or year (or years) it takes for someone to finally get their degree.)