A/N: I realize it's been nearly ten years since I last changed or even touched this fic. But I have a new story idea I'd like to roll with, if you all don't mind. I've made many Harry Potter reincarnation fanfics before, but never one quite like this. It's been floating around in my head for forever. What if, after Harry dies, he is reincarnated in a distant future as none other than Touya Todoroki? No magic for Touya but vague references to HP will be seen throughout it. My fic is going to be short, because my muse for writing is currently very limited. Don't expect this to be longer than 1,000 words, as I want to move through his childhood, if at all possible.
It's going to be flashbacks between past and present. Also, like the other fics, he has red hair with some white in it, red because duh, it fits the HP references so much better. He is the only character reincarnated, so don't expect any others, it's just a BNHA fic with some occasional references to or allusions to HP in this.
May or may not be a oneshot. Read and review if you like.
Blue Phoenix Reborn
It was said that nothing in life was a coincidence; that every step we took, everything people said, did and felt was the result of an already determined destiny. There was nothing you could do to defy this fate, you could not run away from it, deny it, or defy it without dire consequences. Yes, every person had a role to play in their lives, and they didn't realize how scripted their lives are.
Not a single one of them realized this fact, nor did they question it, because the very thought seemed silly. Who in the world still believed in fate and destiny, in the modern world of technology and heroes? Who needed that old nonsense, when you could generate supernatural phenomena right in front of you?
A long time ago, before the first quirk was discovered, and before the rise of the first quirk user, the glowing baby, there were no quirks but rather magic. It was a secret society hidden away from the ordinary citizens, for their own safety. However, compared to the society of today, they were relatively primitive and closed-minded.
Just like this society, they, too, had adulated and worshipped a small baby for his miracle of surviving a deranged madman who attempted to kill him after killing his parents. They did not realize how irrational their worship was of a small child, nor did they care about how it affected him. The young boy, Harry Potter, had had his whole destiny and life shaped for him by others, with no way to fight back.
Harry Potter had been isolated from society for years until it was ready for him to join it again. He had gone to school and made many friends, however during his experiences there, he was bullied, mocked and shunned for years.
Despite all of this, he still strove to be their hero, to impress them. Someday, someday, he would be a hero to them all. Someday he would be someone important.
Then the day of his death arrived.
Voldemort had taken over the school and his friends were there, scared and not fighting back.
Only he fought back, and it ended with his death.
Somehow, he came back to life and lived for a few years afterward, until he died in a mysterious house fire.
Everyone but him made it out okay.
No one could explain how the fire had started.
That was the end of Harry Potter's story, but life for him was far from over.
The destiny of the soon to be named Touya Todoroki was going to be very different from his old life.
The young boy shot up in his bed, his blue eyes wide in terror. The young redhead was alone, in his room.
No one was here. No one was here.
He had had strange dreams, of which he could not recall.
He stared at his hands, and saw red flames coming from them.
He cried out in joy, for that was his quirk!
Finally, he had a quirk, just like his father.
Now he would be a hero, just like his father.
(But you don't have parents. Your father is abusive. You can't be a hero.)
Being only four years old, Touya thought nothing of what his conscience was telling him and ignored it.
"Touya, you can be a hero like me." His daddy declared, smiling.
Touya smiled and knew his father was right. He could do this.
He could become a hero.
He would definitely do it.
(Fool. Your destiny is not to be a hero, Master of Death, but rather…)
A scarred figure stared at the burned corpses of the annoying riffraff who dared to bother him.
They had gotten what was coming to them, the freaks.
Dabi frowned for a moment. Where was he getting that strange turn of phrase from?
Running a hand through his dyed black hair, he sighed.
"Heroes are to blame for everything. Always expecting everyone to worship them, to be their savior. It makes me sick."
Dabi smirked as the stitches in his jaw clicked.
