OK LET ME MAKE THIS CLEAR due to the years now matching up in this as 1990s and whatever year the bh6 movies happen in, voldie and his group are more in tune with muggle gossip since the latest years have been so technologically advanced. THIS IS WHYYYY voldie won't be as against using muggles for tech as he usually would… ALSOOOO this is occuring in the 5th book/movie as i am mashing book and movie elements together but i don't know exactly timeline of the 5th year where the muggle attacks start but i'm manipulating it, but i think they start around when the death eaters escape azkaban but thats not until like january and the school just started here it's like september 2nd if it starts on sept. 1st which i think it does. And i may or may not go into why the death eaters killed the truck driver bc it's a cool story i made up….AND one last thing the group sans Hiro obv is going to be in their senior year of getting their bachelors so around 21 or 22? assuming they all started college directly out of high school. This is also assuming SFIT is a regular university which i believe it is. So Fred i'm going to make 21, go go 21, honey 22, and wasabi 22, baymax 1 :) and hiro idk is like 14 so only 1 yr younger than errybody else. Theres the low down lets get to it.

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Macnair had a hard time believing filthy muggles could produce such creations as the ones he witnessed at that foolish convention. Why do they gather just to flaunt their lack of magic? Not that they would really understand the relativity of being a muggle, that is. He had to hand it to them, it seemed like they could really get a lot done with these 'technologies' and 'electronics'. This being true, Macnair was a very logical and probable thinker. He listened to gossip. He knew about these genius muggles who were hailed as superheroes for their prowess. Macnair wanted to know what kind of prowess they had when their inventions were influenced by magic.

Voldemort might be against anything involving muggles but he could not deny that these inventors would be incredibly useful in the coming war. He could keep them as slaves to create slightly more practical weapons than what they currently had at their disposal. He might have to show him one of those "you tube" videos that the muggles can take with their hand held phones. Macnair wondered why wizards did not have such things, for they were very convenient. Alas, Macnair is but a pawn on the chessboard, but if he can win an enemy piece, than he will be satisfied.

Hiro looked up at the sound of his name being called until he realized it was just Fred playing that "I need a Hero" song in the other room.

"I need a Hero! I'm holding out for a Hero til the end of the night!"

"Fred shut up! Hiro is in the other room!"

"I NEED A HIRO!"

"Oh my god."

"Hey guys, what is that?

"Oh shit!"

Hiro jumped at the sound of shattering glass and looked through the drapes covering the small window in the room door. Hiro saw a tall black man with broad shouldered. He was bald, and wore a single gold hoop earring and a blue outfit. There was also a young woman with bright pink hair and an old man in robes with a long white beard.

Hiro slammed the door open as Go go yelled, "what the hell is going on?" The three newcomers looked to see Hiro in the doorway, tripping and falling onto a pile of glass. An owl overhead swooped down and pulled on his hair repeatedly.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow! Get off me you stupid rat with wings! Ow! Oh man, that's a lot of glass. Oh man, and a lot of blood." Hiro was looking down where a small pool was growing, spreading from the wounds inflicted by the shattered glass.

"Hiro! Don't move," someone shouted as a distant whirring sound was heard.

"Hello, I am Baymax, your personal healthcare companion. I was alerted to the need for medical attention when you said 'Ow'" The big white marshmallow machine entered the room and walked over to Hiro's fallen form. Hiro barely noticed the three intruders pointing sticks at his robot, but his mind was mostly stuck on the whole 'shards of glass stuck in his skin' thing to really worry about that.

"My scans indicate you have multiple punctures to the arms, feet, hands, and legs due to glass." Baymax continued talking about the treatments while one of the three odd people pointing sticks started to walk towards Hiro. Suddenly, Dumbledore found a glowing blue blade-like light appearing in front of him.

"I wouldn't touch it if I were you," Wasabi threatened. Dumbledore only raised his hands in defense and took one step backwards, the whole team watching closely, weapons in hand. When had they taken them out? Hypocrites, Hiro thought. I'm not supposed to bring Baymax but they can bring their weapons?

"I am only trying to help. I swear to you," the old man said. No one moved from their positions and Albus knew he would have to do this fast. Muttering a spell, he quickly flicked his wrist and everyone's eyes moved to Hiro as the glass suddenly disappeared from his skin and reformed into a perfectly fixed window. Everyone stared with amazement at this while Albus just smiled.

"Hiro, it appears your wounds have been healed. Would you like me to scan you again as precaution?" Hiro nodded and Baymax scanned him again. "Scan complete. It appears you are fully healed. Would you like me to deactivate, Hiro?" He simply shook his head no in answer and Baymax turned to the three foreigners. "My scanners indicate a foreign energy source within your three new friends, Hiro. My database does not recognize this energy source. What would you like me to do, Hiro?" The robot turned to Hiro for an answer.

"Just wait a minute, Baymax. We have to have a little chat with them right now." After Hiro stood, without effort, everyone decided to chime in.

"How did you fix the window and get rid of the glass?" Honey Lemon asked in her usual excited tone.

"What do you think you're doing, bursting in here without warning? Society has rules!" That was definitely Wasabi. And definately Go Go telling him to "stuff it" in the background.

"Wow! How did you guys do all that! That's some Dr. Strange shit right there, are you Dr. Strange? Because that would be so cool!" And there's Fred.

"Children, please. We must get you all to safety. There are pressing matters that need discussing," the one in blue said.

"Wait, safety? Are you implying we are not safe here?" Hiro was starting to become suspicious now. What were they saying? Was someone coming after them? If so, then who? And more importantly, why?

"That shall all be discussed in due time. Now if you'll all please-"

"Wait, wait, wait. There is no way we're just going to follow you guys off to anywhere, how do we know you're not the ones putting us in danger?" Dumbledore had to admit, the youngest one had a point there.

Dumbledore also had to admit, Death Eaters had impeccable timing. At that moment, the same window previously destroyed was busted through again and dark masses of smoke filled the room. The smoke flew around a bit before solidifying into human beings. They all wore masks but Dumbledore had to assume the group was made up of Macnair, Lucius, and their little group. The numbers matched up evenly if you didn't count the big marshmallow in the room, which Dumbledore didn't considering it's prior mannerisms.

"Fucking Phoenixes always early to a party. We'll have to start handing out the party favors a little before expected it seems," the one Albus knew as Avery said before lights and sharp objects began flying through the room.