Thunder Hero: Baraquiel
HP/ MHA Crossover
Harry Potter/ Fuyumi Todoroki
No Magic!
Thanks to the incredible writers Son of Caliban to whom I say "REPENT! FOR TOMORROW YOU DIE!" I joke of course, but I am more of a Sanguinis guy myself. I recommend you read his 'From the Joy, Comes the Pain, From the Pain, Comes the Joy.'
Another writer I wish to credit is darkfire1220 and a urge people to read Viridescent. Just want to say thanks for his permission to use some of Quirk ideas.
I own nothing apart from part of this idea…I believe I've credited everyone; if not message me and I'll include in the Footnotes or this dribble dravel
Chapter 1
Harry, sighed and slumped to the ground with a mixture of blood, sweat, tears along with dirt and grime caking his body. The occasional spark of lightning flashing across his body, illuminating his skinny and wiry frame.
Harry snorted as he looked at the frozen and charred form of the Leeching Villain: Voldemort; a snake faced man possessed a life-leeching quirk and had been responsible for nearly three decades of villainous behaviour with his sycophants the Death Eaters a mixture of people with seductively subtle and or loud and proud Quirks or even successful survivors of Quirk Splicing, a dangerous technique with both equally dangerous outcomes.
Harry in the meantime had inherited a legacy quirk; it had been a transfer quirk that had long merged with a humble lightning quirk, but as it bounced through his paternal family it had gained power. What had once been known as a Lightning Quirk; it gathered the alias of 'All Spark'. Harry even wielding a fraction of All Spark would become a powerful hero. However, Lily Potter, wielder of an altering quirk named Ionisation had integrated her power with James Potter and Harry as a result had not only influence over lightning but also fire and ice as well.
"It's finally done." He stated, feeling drained and strangely emotional. of relief, sadness and freedom. As he sat against the closest part of rubble; thinking, he was roused from his thoughts as Ron and Hermione made their way over. Hermione Granger Quirk: Eidetic; it allowed her to memorise vast amounts of information at any one time but it caused her to ramble. Ron Weasley Quirk: Tactician; his quirk allowed him to view everything as a chessboard; however, with his insecurities renders his quirk next to useless.
"How are you holding up?"
Harry looked at his red-headed friend "It's done. Seventeen years of my life living like I'm not going to survive and now I've done it."
Ron smiled bitterly at that "The Minister of Heroics is going to arrive shortly...since we didn't exactly complete hero training…"
Harry nodded "Jail time...probably. Or honorary license on the condition we work for them."
"Do you Harry? Really want to do that?" Asked Hermione; for all of her skills with her quirk, she didn't want to go on the run again.
"Neither, I choose neither. Hermione, Ron...You two are my closest and oldest friends; I've never told anyone about this, I'm sick and fucking tired. I'm sick and tired of dealing with Britain's Quirk Community; our reclusiveness, idiosyncratic nature, double standards and double dealings. I came here the moment my Quirk activated and it registered at an appropriate power level, since being here I've not had the luxury of choice. When the Minister comes, and offers his ultimatum…I'm telling him that I'm gone. I'm getting my Godson, his Guardian and we're getting far, far away."
Hermione nodded, pulled Harry to his feet and hugged him "You'll be running for a long time." She murmured as she hugged for what she believed to be the last time. Harry grinned at her, shook Ron's hand and grabbed his bag containing the few worldly possessions he could want or need.
"I'll be fine. I would quote something but I'm just burning time." Harry explained, he got to his feet. As he got to his feet, Minerva McGonagall, a former hero with a skill of transfiguration and a trick of transforming into a cat almost glided over to the trio.
"It's over, Potter?"
"Aye, Headmistress. Frozen and Burnt him for good measure...with a high enough understanding of how Electricity and Lightning work at a molecular and sub-molecular level allow me a limited degree of Pyrokinesis and Cryokinesis and that's the tip of the iceberg."
McGonagall was dumbstruck, Hadrian James Potter, the Heir Apparent to the Mantle of Thunder Hero: Baraquiel an ancient Judiaic name if she remembered correctly; an interesting name for a lineage of Welsh Thunder Heroes although a damn site better than the line of Willems who called themselves the Dragon Hero: Ddraig...she was digressing. Hadrian had never been the most studious of students looking back; she realised she had failed Potter tremendously. She had never had the chance to sit down and tell him what she expected from her students.
"Interim Minister Shacklebolt has just arrived. The press is with him."
Harry's eyes flashed "Not even had five minutes before being pushed into more expectations."
"Mr. Potter; just what are you planning on doing?" Questioned the Headmistress.
"My one and only press conference. Then walking away."
"That's…"
"Headmistress, I've never had the luxury of choice and to choose. I'll fight everyone, everything, anyone, anything at any time and place. I'm refusing to be anyone's puppet."
The defiance and gravity of the New-Saviour-Of-Britain unsettled her. "I'll ensure you get a head start."
With that Harry grinned and with Ron and Hermione flanking him, he headed forwards to end this chapter in his life.
"Mr. Potter, the Prophet… I ask this for everyone from over Britain, is he dealt with?"
"He is… The Leeching Villain: Voldemort and his sycophants are dealt with."
"What charges is he…"
"He's not going to face trial. His crimes were too great and as a result of all of you ignorant, spineless pricks that call yourself the 'Department of Heroics' and all the departments involved with Heroes from housing and education and your inability or unwillingness to do a fucking thing...I know what I can and can't say, go fuck yourselves. I killed him just like you wanted me to. Anything else?" Harry growled.
Stone silence followed Harry's statement before Kingsley stepped forth. "Mr. Potter, Miss. Granger and Mr. Ronald Weasley; I on behalf of the British Heroic Community would issue you honorary Hero Licenses, however on several conditions...Mainly on Mr. Potters behalf…"
"Not...interested. You, Minister are not taking my right to choose or right to live my life. I'm at the point of calling all of you villains and taking you apart."
Shacklebolt gulped "You realise that I'd have no choice…"
Harry narrowed his eyes "I'll take my chances." Then channelling lightning around him, Harry accelerated his body and like a bolt of lightning, Harry vanished. He re-appeared in London, panting and slightly pale and clammy, the downside of a lightning quirk was the fact Lightning Quirks required more salt in their diet.
Dealing with Gringotts; the bank that heroes dealt with was tense. Harry had broken into the bank earlier on in order to defeat Voldemort. Gringotts, had thankfully decided to keep everything hush hush and managed to provide Harry with all of his funds, a major allowance, two passports, visas and two plane one-way plane tickets to Japan.
Harry, left the bank and vanished in a swirl of lightning. The only evidence of his arrival and departure were scorch marks of lightning all of which had been scrubbed away. Andromeda Tonks nee Black, answered Harry's knocking on the door with a carving knife in hand; technically quirkless didn't prevent the formidable Private Hero Defence Solicitor and Attorney from being a scary Grandmother "Shacklebolt contacted me. Told me that you've refused his offer. I thought you wanted to be a hero?"
"I never had a choice in the matter. I'd rather be a vigilante on the run than have the inability to choose my life. I've lived thinking I'm not going to survive past my 17th Year but I have, all my debts to Britain's Heroics are done."
Andy nodded "They'll come here…try and take Edward and I hostage."
"Then that's their funeral. I've got a spare ticket and passport."
Andy smirked "Thankfully, Edward's packed...Look after him, Hadrian, Baraquiel. I won't be able to. Not until he's able to look after himself." Andy explained, pushing her Grandchild into his Godfathers arms. Run, you bugger, run."
Harry nodded, tears welled in his eyes "Hadrian, your parents would be proud of you...I perfectly agree with you that you need to live your life. Find love, find happiness and regret nothing."
Harry nodded. With that the Godfather and Son duo vanished in another flash of lightning and vanished into the night."
Andy looked around her, her will had been made. Everything was prepared, she was content in knowing that her Grandson would be looked after.
The flight out of London was uneventful, they had a multiple stopover flight pattern. The first stop was in Poland for five hours where the Duo stumbled across a drinking hole for the Elite Quirk Unit known as the infamous 'Winged Hussars'.
Then the next stop was Belgium; which had been extraordinarily risky as Voldemort had a few backers located in the Belgian Department of Hero Control, from there they were in Vienna and from there they were out to Kagoshima where they looked around Shiroyama Castle, the last great fight between the Samurai and the Gun.
Finally, the duo took one last plane journey into Tokyo. It was in Tokyo that Harry's luck inevitably ran out. As the moment, Harry grabbed their carry-ons and luggage when they were stopped by who appeared to be a homeless man "You're Harry Potter?" He asked in heavily accented English.
Harry had taken foreign languages in Hogwarts; one of them had been Japanese, something that had thawed relations between Dudley and Him drastically. Dudley had found a few websites with yet-to-be-dubbed anime but only had Japanese subtitles and had ordered Harry to unofficially dub over them to the best of his abilities. As a result, Harry had become nearly fluent in the language alongside Welsh and French.
"I can speak Japanese, almost fluently. But as for your question, I am indeed and you are?" Harry retorted.
"Erasure Hero: Eraserhead, I'm going to politely have to ask you to come with me Thunder Villain or Thunder Hero…that choice is yours." The newly named Eraserhead stated.
Harry nodded but reached out with his senses. He could feel the electrical currents and the heart beats of the concealed police. "A rather strong reception party, Hero. One would suspect that you're paranoid or scared of me."
"Of you now that I've met you? Not really, your skill set and skill with your quirk… Partially. But it's rather your circumstances and the people whom are following you that we are concerned about. Now, are you going to resist or not?"
"No, Eraserhead...just please let me keep my Godson nearby. We're all that each other has left."
Just then something popped out of the scarf around the Erasure Hero's neck. "Welcome to Japan, Mr. Potter…I am the Marsupial Hero: Nezu or The Principle."
Harry's eyes slightly raised "This...is...something. Don't get me wrong, a talking sentient entity… So sorry if that's rude but I can't think of anything else. The Grounds keeper of my previous school had a weird hybrid quirk; immense mass and insane intellect but at the same time severe learning disabilities leading to very interesting and intense life or death scenarios...pleasure to meet you Principle. Now, why such a strong presence?"
Japanese Foreign Heroics liaison has an exceptionally bad attitude and relationships with various International Foreign Heroic Affairs, with Britain being in the 'Exceptionally rocky' category...but we're not unaware of the interesting circumstances that surround you Mr. Potter. In essence you coming here means you're in most people's eyes either stupid or insane."
"Most meaning you don't see that?"
"I couldn't call myself the Principle and Steward of the Heroes of Japan's Future if I couldn't see this gambit. My quirk allows me to plan fifteen to twenty steps ahead of you, minimum. You would have to be exceptionally clever to outsmart me."
"What do you see?" Harry asked
"A young man with immense burdens; a tarnished slate, ruined future, desperate and hopeful...looking for a place to stay, make his own choices and essentially be a free man. I also think that you're of the mindset that if you wanted to burn the world, you probably could and would but you're reluctant to...I see you could become a Hero, one that'd be remembered for years to come…if you make the smart choices, if you make the right choices you'll be able to become a hero. If you make the smart and right choices you could have everything."
"Would I have my freedom to choose and to live my life?"
"In more ways than you'd expect but less than what you'd like. The main one being you'd have to for a few years…live with and work for a select few heroes of my choosing, you'd have to finish your schooling at my School. In essence for the indefinite future you and your godson would be wards of UA Hero Academy."
Harry nodded "So I could for example binge Netflix all night and day for a week sort of thing…"
"A rather… Tame idea, but yes. UA, encourages excitement and participation in numerous activities." Nezu replied.
Harry looked at the pair "What do you want to know?"
Nezu fixed him with a level look "Why, everything...Know thy enemy. Help yourself, by helping us."
Harry looked at his sleeping Godson and he began his story. He started from when he was eighteen months old and left no detail unturned. He explained his fight with every heroics teacher at Hogwarts; to the potentially school ending tournament which resulted in the re-formatting of the Leech Villain: Voldemort, who now operated as the Immortal Villain: Voldemort; but everyone still referred to him as the Leech Villain.
Harry brought up the torture, the unwillingness of his teachers and all of it accumulating in a year long stint as a fugitive and a colossal showdown on the Grounds and throughout Hogwarts; where the defenders had thrown out the rulebook on Heroic Code of Conduct and fought tooth and nail to save their lives.
Nezu, listened as did the police and a few others. However unbeknownst to them, amongst those listening was a plant from the Hero Public Safety Commission (HPSC). A group, on paper known for watching Heroes and making sure that Heroes obeyed the law and they did so by blackmail and softly veiled threats. They also ran several clandestine black-operations programme like Flight, Guardian and Shadow…the members of these operations were unknown and their Assets, Operatives or Jewels as they were known even more so. They were designed to be the "truest of the true", the "bravest of the brave" and even "the most Heroic of Heroes". Where UA created Heroes, who could and would "Go Beyond, Plus Ultra" at the Publics request of their own violation; the HPSC made Heroes made "Plus Ultra" the base of their abilities even if it killed the Hero-to-be.
"President, do you think focusing on this particular subject is a good idea?"
"No…He is far too damaged. He would most likely break under any conditioning that would be needed to make him even suitable for the HPSC. However, his Godson on the other hand…observe from a distance. Approach carefully."
Nezu looked at the dark-haired teen "Mr. Potter, what would you say to living in an apartment complex at UA; with Eraserhead as the other resident in the block?"
"Give me a schedule Eraserhead of your timetable and I'll structure accordingly." Shota nodded.
"You'll get it later on today." The Underground Hero stated.
As Harry and Edward crossed through the Unite Alliance, UA, Barrier. Harry breathed a sigh of relief, for now he had done it. He had outrun his past, for now it was a closed book and now the only way forwards was onwards and upwards.
"Plus Ultra, Eraserhead?"
"Plus Ultra, Baraquiel…Although, I need to ask what is your plan?"
"Education, education, vigilantism and heroics. One of those might be a lie."
Eraserhead chuckled beneath his scarf "Drop the vigilantism, and I'll talk with the school on giving you a General Education Diploma and we'll run you through a General Education course."
Harry nodded, he turned to try and find the Principle only to plough into another person. The startling thing about her was her snow white hair with crimson streaks.
