Disclaimer: I obviously do not own anything relating to Harry Potter, My Hero Academia, or the Seven Deadly Sins. They are the property of their creators and I am just a humble writer trying to use Fanfiction to increase his skills. Enjoy.
Part One - A Beginning
The hot summer morning started the same as all the others for the young bespectacled boy. He was shoved awake and blurry eyed out of his cupboard by his fat whale of an uncle, forced to make his relatives a lavish breakfast while he was reduced to eating a few measly scraps of bread crust, called Freak no less than eight times, and then unceremoniously thrown into the lawn by his aunt to start weeding her garden so that it might be seen as presentable. It wouldn't do after all if her neighbors saw even one flower out of place while they were walking down the street. Never mind of course if they saw a tiny seven year old boy working on a task that should normally be done by someone double his age.
Even if they did deign to notice however, he doubted they would say anything. His relatives had made a point from the moment he could walk to inform everyone in the neighborhood of how he was a burgeoning delinquent and troublemaker that could not be trusted. This was proven especially effective whenever Harry tried to inform anybody about his treatment at the hands of the Dursleys. His heartfelt pleas had reached such ears as his teachers, neighbors, constables, even random passerby. None had listened once they'd heard the rumors. They had even dared to seem like they'd forgotten his complaints when he pressed them.
For a seven year old child, Harry was quite perceptive and smart. You had to be to survive as long as he had under his relatives heels after all. At only seven years old he had already taught himself to read and spent as much time as he could get away with hiding in the local library. As such, he knew that something was inherently wrong with how he was treated, and that the adults around him should have done something, anything, to help him. The fact that they hadn't, and refused to listen even temporarily to his pleas and complaints served to shatter any appreciation he held for the authority of those above him. This was further emphasized by the changes he had begun to feel inside.
Through vast amounts of physical labor he had discovered that he became stronger as the day progressed, and his overall mood tended to become sharper along with it. That paired with his growing resentment for adults was shaping into a potentially dangerous eventuality.
Regardless of these problems, the morning carried on as all of his previous ones had until noon, where things went wrong, or perhaps right depending on ones outlook. Because it was at that point that Dudley came waddling up with his group of neighborhood cronies. As he saw them Harry sighed and stood up; dusting his hands off on his oversized jeans. He only ever received Dudley's hand me downs, and the boy though only two years his senior was the size of a juvenile humpback whale. Needless to say he ended up folding the waist and leg cuffs as much as possible.
"What are you doing there Potty?" The obese bully sneered down his nose at the smaller boy without really looking at him. Something about his piercing green eyes that almost seemed to glow in the depths of his skull always put his teeth on edge.
Next to him Piers Polkice, His right hand in delinquency snorted a nasally laugh and clapped Dudley on the shoulder. "It looks like he's doing a woman's work Dud. Look at him! Just standing there covered in dirt while us real men are out and about. He looks like a pig that got caught rolling around in the dirt."
There are several things wrong with that statement. Harry thought. First, the idea that these boys think themselves adults is rather ludicrous. Second, according to the books I've read in the library boys covered in dirt have historically been considered the epitome of manliness. Third, if anyone is this current situation could be considered a pig it would be Dudley. He was monstrously obese after all.
He didn't say any of this of course. Nothing good ever came from pointing out his cousin's flaws. He just Told Uncle Vernon and then the belt came out. After all, no one could insult his and Aunt Petunia's precious little Dudders and get away with it. Least of all the burden child nephew they never asked for or wanted.
In the end his lack of comment did nothing but enrage his cousin. When he insulted someone he expected a certain reaction and if he couldn't get it one way he would try another. As such he brought his ham of a fist back, ran at his smaller cousin and swung it forward… Only to be brought up short as the noonday sun shone down from directly overhead.
To the perception of the young bully three things immediately stood out. The first was that his twig of a cousin had stopped his punch cold and was now holding his clenched fist in his own hand. The second was that the glow that he feared from Harry's eyes was increasing, and the third was that the hand holding his fist was increasing in pressure and it was really starting to hurt.
He started squirming, and pulling, and even begging to get away but nothing worked. The pressure kept on increasing, the eyes kept getting brighter, and Harry's smirk became more and more pronounced.
"What's wrong Dud?" He asked asked as his cousin fell to his knees before him. "Aren't you going to try and teach me a lesson? Maybe throw another punch or too? Scream an expletive? Call my mother a whore and my father a drunk? No, nothing? Come on hit me!" He yelled the last in the larger boys face and when he failed to respond Harry spat on him and closed his hand the rest of the way. A crack sounded in the air, Dudley screamed and passed out, and the small boy turned to his remaining tormenters. Much as Dudley had been, they stood frozen in shock and fear. Their leader was collapsed on the ground with a crushed hand, and their usual punching bag standing victorious over him.
In the face of this much strangeness there really was only one thing they could do. "Mr. Dursley!" they screamed as one and ran to the door where they started hammering with their fists. With all the screaming and knocking it didn't take long at all for him to come running to investigate. Well, running as fast as a three hundred pound walrus can.
He yanked open the door and took in the scene of his son unconscious on the ground and his wife's sister's spawn in position over him and knew what he had to do. He stalked to the child and drew forth his extra wide belt. All the while snarling. "Now you've done it boy. I guess all the food and clothes we've wasted on you out of the kindness of our hearts wasn't enough. It seems our other lessons weren't enough but I'll fix that. I won't be going easy on you anymore. No, by the time I'm done with you you won't ever think of raising a hand to your betters again!"
With a roar he swung the belt forward only to find recent history repeating itself. In the rather long time it took the man to swing his flabby arm forward Harry had stepped into his personal space and grabbed the arm in question as it came it dead in a grip of iron.
Harry wasn't really sure what was going on with his strength, but he knew that the sun on his shoulders was making him feel powerful, and as long as it did he was going to finally stand up to the monster before him. He had finally had enough.
"What's wrong uncle?" He asked in a deceptively calm voice. "Is the garden not set to your desires? Was breakfast not as good as you'd hoped? Or is it that your fat whale of a son is in his proper place on the ground?" He squeezed harder and heard something begin to creak beneath the skin. Vernon wheezed and his eyes began pop out as he copied his spawn on the ground before him. "So it's that then? You know its funny that you're now exactly where he was when I did this." A final squeeze completely shattered the bones beneath his grip and his tormenter screamed. He stayed conscious however and Harry took it as his opportunity to grab his free arm and add more pressure.
"You know I never got where your anger came from uncle." Squeeze "I mean, I cook for you, I clean for you, and I handle every other chore imaginable." A harder squeeze and a creak. "I guess there is really no pleasing people sometimes." Crack! Another scream and as the man fell forward Harry grabbed his neck.
"I always knew you were a freak!" He yelled as Harry's grip once more began to tighten.
The boy's eyes blazed once more, only this time in pure rage. "That's not my name!" he screamed, and prepared to finish the job he'd started with his arms on the lard filled neck under his callouses. He never got the chance.
"Freeze! Drop that man!" A chorus of voices screamed from the street behind him, causing the boy to drop his uncle and turn. No less than eight bobbies stood there with tasers drawn and aimed at him. Harry was certainly confused. He hadn't heard anyone call the police. And his experiences with them up until then had been less than stellar. One of the neighbors must have summoned them from behind their curtains.
"This man is a monster." He told them in a flat voice.
"He's not the one committing assault!" One of them responded.
Harry snorted. "This time sir. Maybe you should be asking why I'm doing it instead of trying to stop me from dispensing justice."
"You aren't the one who decides what justice is boy!"
Hearing that word caused a frown to crease his otherwise smooth features, but eventually Harry cleared it and spoke again. "That is where you're wrong. I am the one who decides." He turned back to his uncle.
"Shit!" Eight tasers fired and against all expectations Harry began to chuckle.
"That tickles." He smirked and turned back to the bobbies that had interrupted his justice. "You have seen that your little toys will do nothing to me so please stand back like good little bobbies and let me dispense proper justice to this abusive monster."
Off to the side two of the officers were speaking in hushed whispers. One was blond while the other was of clear Japanese descent. "That was over four hundred thousand volts collectively and he shrugged it off like rain!"
"I know," the other officer responded. "He must have one of those quirks we keep hearing about, which means we're fucked."
"There has to be something we can do. Powers or not this is a kid we're dealing with."
The Japanese looking officer thought for a moment and nodded to himself. "We tried authority and force. Neither worked. Let me go talk to him."
With no other options the rest of his group nodded, cut off their voltage and stepped back as he came forward.
"Easy kid." He raised his hands to show he was unarmed. "I'm not going to hurt you."
The boy snorted. "I think we both know you can't." He gestured to the rather obese gentleman he had been assaulting. "But he has many times already and will again if I let him go."
The police officer frowned. "He hurts you?" The boy nodded. "If we bring him in on charges will you calm down?"
The child shook his head. "I've reported his and his families behavior to the police before and nothing was done. If I don't end him now I won't be safe."
That brought the Japanese officer up short. If that was true then it was no wonder he wouldn't comply with the bobbies orders. It also explained why he was attacking his supposed family on the lawn. He was likely defending himself. Suddenly an idea came to him and he reached his arm forward into the boy's space.
"Here, take this."
Harry frowned in confusion. "What are you doing?"
"Offering you an alternative to murder." The bobbie explained. "Take a hold of my arm and my associates will arrest your uncle there while investigating your claims. If they let him go before that or refuse to investigate you can do what you want to me. A cop makes a pretty good hostage after all right?"
It took a few moments. Harry looked at the arm, then at the police officer, then at Vernon who was moaning in pain on the ground and trying to shuffle away from all of them. Finally he gripped the arm and nodded. "If you are lying his justice will become yours."
The cop plastered a light smile on his face but inside he was shuddering with fear and sadness. No child should look dead in their eyes.
Behind him he knew his associates were rounding everybody up, taking statements, and returning to their cars to conduct interviews at their station. With a brief explanation the child agreed to follow him into his own car.
"My name is Chen Kento by the way. What's yours?"
Harry blinked. "Depends who you ask. If it's me then I'm Harry. If it's my relatives then I'm Freak."
Chen shuddered and hoped that if what the kid was saying was true then the offenders would be adequately punished. Because if they weren't he was pretty sure the kids' reaction to both him and the rest of his department would be at the very least less than pleasant.
Five hours later and Harry was alone in an examination room. When he and Chen had gotten back to the station it had only taken five minutes to look up all of his complaints and emergency phone calls. For every one no action had been taken and it honestly confused everyone in the chain of command. How could such evident evidence of child abuse not be followed up on at the very least.
Then a medical examiner had shown up. By that time the bobbies had gained enough trust that Harry had let go of Chen's arm and stopped threatening his life. Chen was glad. Then the examiner gave the results of his findings to him and the chief constable and he was furious. The child was malnourished, clearly abused, had several healed breaks in his arms, chest, and skull, and his back sported a multitude of scars that the medic said came from a belt. By the gods the boy was only seven years old and had developed this much damage. What kind of monsters were those Dursleys?
"Now we know why he was attacking his uncle, and I'd say he deserved it." Chen noted to his nodding chief.
"Indeed. I don't think anyone that responded would have a problem calling his actions self defense. However the question remains, what are we going to do with him? Sure in Japan and most of Asia quirks are common place but we don't have the facilities to deal with them or those who use them here. We don't even have the facilities to figure out what his quirk is or what it's capable of. There isn't a foster care facility anywhere in England that would know how to handle him. And with his aunt and uncle about to be arrested for abuse he doesn't have anywhere else to go. Our records show no other next of kin."
Chen sighed and smiled. He had been expecting a response like this, and he had a plan prepared. "I might have a solution sir. If you are willing to give your written permission."
Intrigue coloring his tone the Chief responded, "I'm open to anything at this point officer Chen. What have you got?"
"I don't know if you are aware but my parents emigrated here when I was two from Japan. My cousin still lives there and despite the distance we have a pretty good relationship. In fact if you've been watching the news about events in Japan over the last few months you might have seen him. His name is Hizashi Yamada, but his hero name is Present Mic."
Chen waited a couple seconds for his chief to come to terms with his subordinate being related to a true super hero before continuing. "Anyway, I called him and explained the situation we have here and he in turn called his superiors. They made an offer that I think will work out best for everyone. Since Japan is the most quirk oriented country on the planet they have an open outreach policy for countries that are not in regards to quirk related issues. In that vein, The Japanese government using the hero training institution UA High as an intermediary is willing to take in young Harry. UA will have broad oversight for him until he turns eighteen, but in all normal regards my cousin Hizashi will serve as his foster father since he is also a teacher there. That way Harry receives a loving home, gets to leave a place that reminds him of his abuse, and gains all the help he'll need to understand and effectively use his quirk. Everyone wins."
The room was full of tense silence for the next few minutes until the chief began laughing like crazy. "In one explanation you've solved all our issues officer Chen. I think a promotion is definitely in your future young man." With a grunt he sat back down behind his wide desk. "Now go process those Dursleys and file charges for child abuse while I get on the phone with the Japanese Embassy for those outreach papers."
Back in the examination room Harry smiled. Those old cops in the next room didn't notice that he'd cracked the door the moment they'd started speaking.
Japan? He thought. That sounds rather interesting. Almost as much as this quirk thing they keep bringing up.
TWO WEEKS LATER
Harry stared up at the wide skyline in astonishment. Tokyo was beyond anything he had ever seen before. If he was honest, the place was beyond anything he was even capable of imagining. Up until that moment the largest thing he had ever seen was the town chapel in Little Winging. This place had so many vibrant colors, people, and shops that he was getting a little lightheaded trying to make himself look at them all. Once he saw people running around in costumes and using incredible powers he almost passed out.
After the conversation he'd overheard outside the medical room things had moved quickly. He'd been transferred to the Japanese Embassy where he had had an enlightening and rather fun conversation with the English Envoy. The man had made it clear that it was ultimately Harry's choice if he wanted to go to his country, but if he did he would be renouncing his English citizenship and becoming a new citizen of Japan. It took less than a second for the boy to agree. If he had his choice he would never come back to the barren rock that birthed him.
After that conversation he was taken to be bought new clothes and books that would help explain things about the culture and etiquette of his new homeland and after two weeks of study he was put on a plane to Tokyo. His biggest worry upon arrival was not being able to speak the language but once his plane landed he was met at the emigration desk by a man with a translation quirk. One touch and Harry became fluent in Japanese. A fact he was rather grateful for. Then a medical mock up was provided and the boy was provided with every single vaccination that the Dursleys had avoided giving him because they didn't want to pay for anything relating to his health.
It was as he was being led out to the lobby to await the results of his quirk analysis that a tall man with blond hair, wearing something that looked like a stereo as a cravat approached him and his government aid guide.
"Harry Potter?" The man asked. He nodded and the man smiled warmly. "My name is Hizashi and I'll be looking after you from now on. They told you about me right?"
"The hero Present Mic right?" Harry asked.
"Thats right!" Hizashi sang/screeched into the air while pointing arms and fingers up in rock symbols. He even struck a pose. Dimly Harry was beginning to wonder if he was looking at the Japanese version of a hipster.
Something of his reaction must have shown on his face because the sonic man visibly deflated before smiling again. "Ah don't worry, I'll grow on ya. Now let's go see what the doc has to say about your quirk little man. Yeah!"
In spite of himself Harry found himself smiling along. There was indeed something about the strange mans' enthusiasm that was indeed endearing, and he was beyond excited to find out what the doctor had to say. After all, what little boy wouldn't be when they discovered they had super powers.
The two walked through the halls for a few minutes in silence before Present Mic couldn't take it anymore. "So little man what's your favorite food!? What do you do for fun!? What color do you want to paint your room!?" His questions came on and on and became progressively louder until the windows started booming. Harry was mortified and desperately pulled the older man into a quieter hallway, his face beet red, and asked, "Could you please be a little quieter? It's embarrassing to have everyone staring at us."
Hizashi quirked his head in confusion. "Why?" Seeing his charge's confusion he elaborated. "Why is it embarrassing? This is who I am. A loud, in your face, and excitable rocker guy. More than that it's who I've chosen to be. Sure I could be quiet and respectful of others ear drums but it wouldn't make me happy or proud of myself as the person I am now is. You just need to learn to ignore what others think. Once you do life becomes so much more enjoyable." He lightly gripped Harry's shoulder, mindful of his previous abuse, and led him back into the hall. "Just think about it Harry. The person you are now doesn't have to be who you become. In the end we all choose our path, weather good or bad, or in my case loud or silent."
As they finally reached the door for the quirk analysis office Harry was indeed thinking about it. Not once had he considered the fact that he could choose who he was. He'd never before had a choice in anything. But seeing how comfortable Present Mic was in standing out gave him an idea of where he wanted to go and what he wanted to be. It certainly was not what he was now.
Those thoughts had to be put on hold for the present as the doctor that had examined him was walking up with a rather thick folder in his hands. When he reached them he opened it and began to speak.
"Mister Potter I must say your quirk is rather amazing." He said with excited eyes and shaking hands. He didn't even give his guests enough time to ask for clarification before continuing. "It isn't one individual ability and it seems to move in stages. Your blood gave us samples of enhanced strength, density multiplier, pyrokinesis, and minor continuous mutation. I've never seen this particular combination before!"
Before he could start up again Hizashi interrupted to try and get some clarification. "So he has super strength and fire control. That I understand well enough. Yeah! But what about the others?"
Beside him Harry nodded. This was sounding progressively better with every word he heard.
"The mutation and density multiplier are actually connected. Even more interesting it seems like it follows a cycle. You see as we looked at his sample over time it got denser and expanded." He turned to the boy, "Tell me young man, have you noticed your clothes getting tighter at all throughout the course of the day?"
Harry stilled. Now that he mentioned it he had noticed it, but he had just thought that had something to do with the new clothes he'd just received. Dudley's old hand me downs were so massive he would never have noticed a change weather there was one or not. He nodded to the doctor who smiled warmly at him.
"This confirms a similar theory. You see we have noticed that many other pyrokinetics have found a correlation between the strength of their quirks and the height of the sun. If I'm reading this right it seems that as the day progresses you are going to get progressively stronger and more durable. If you are just relaxing I don't think you'll grow more than a couple inches in day before reverting to your usual height, but if you are actively using your quirk the growth could be mush greater. Young man, that added to pyrokinesis could truly make you a formidable hero if that is the path you desire."
Hizashi broke out with a "Yeah!" that shattered the nearest window, causing all the medical staff inside to glare at the blond man. He didn't seem to notice or care. Instead he just smiled down at his ward. "Is that a path you want to explore Harry? I'd be more than happy to help you with it."
There it was again. Paths. Ever since Hizashi had brought it up in the hallway the boy had been thinking about its possibilities and what he wanted to become. He had an answer.
With an exhalation of breath Harry seemed to grow a couple inches and his voice took on a baritone quality. "Indeed Hizashi it is. I know my path now."
Present Mic was curious. It seemed like his talk with the nervous boy had an effect after all. Something about him had changed with the news he'd received. "Well what is it then?"
Harry stood straight and raised one arm above his head, finger pointed to the sky. "The Dursleys always told me I was nothing. That I was no one. So I will prove them wrong and become The One. Yes, I will be the one who stands above all in this world. My path is to be the number one hero on the planet!" With his last word a golden aura seemed to suffuse his being, granting extra emphasis to his proclamation. To an outsider it would almost seem as if the gods were blessing his dream.
"Yeah!" Hizashi screamed with such emphasis that his back bent near horizontal and the fluorescent lights overhead shattered on top of him. The man didn't notice or care. His kid had a dream and he'd help him reach it.
