Summary- Harry, having no choice, had to attempt what most would call the most desperate way to escape the wizarding world. At least he didn't have much of a choice, not if he wanted to save the life of the one, he called his son. It was just that he had never expected that doing so would lead him to such a strange world, and considering he lived in the wizarding world that was saying something. At the same time could he make a life for him and his son in this world? And if he did, would it turn out better for him than the wizarding world had? Honestly, only time would tell. This is a Harry Potter/My hero Academia story.
Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter or My Hero Academia. Nor do I make any money off of either one of them.
Chapter one
Harry was humming slightly as he worked at the stove of his house; moving gracefully through the actions he was doing. As his good mood was making him actually dance a little as he did this. Enjoying a small tune playing from the magical radio he had playing nearby. All and all feeling a lot better, a lot more hopeful, than he had in a long time. A lot more at peace too, a feeling that Harry hadn't felt in what felt like a long time.
He was making a small breakfast for Teddy and himself; an easier meal that he knew Teddy loved. As cooking their meals was something he had been doing for a while now and something he enjoyed doing for that matter.
At the same time, right now, it was something he was doing, trying his best to finish off rather quickly, as he knew that Teddy would be waking up soon. And he wanted to have warm food ready for him for when that did happen. Mostly because of how young Teddy was and the appetite said child had; something that had only been increased because of some of the characteristics he had gotten from his father Remus.
Currently, it had been a little over a year since the final battle against Voldemort had ended, and he felt that he should enjoy the peace he now had. Not to mention it was exactly a year since Harry had fully taken Teddy in as his son, marking the day as the first of hopefully many years they had been together as a family.
Even if, during that time, a lot of different things had occurred, what with the repairs and changes needed after the war had ended. He would say that all the changes in question could be considered good things that had happened, and some of them left him feeling that there was a reason why Voldemort had been able to take over as easily as he had.
But with how exhausted he was and the fact he was trying to fix up his own life, along with helping his newly adopted son as comfortable as he could get him, Harry decided it'd be best if he stayed out of it for now. At least until he was mor settled in and more prepared to deal with the utter hell show he knew working with the Ministry was going to be.
Still, and even if he did try to prepare for it, all of the changes that had happened by the time the first year had ended, ending up being more than he ever expected to happen in such a short period of time. What considering just how slow the Ministry had been about changing literally anything in the years before. Often taking over a year to get even the smallest change through, and most times that didn't even happen. Yet that didn't seem to be the case now.
Something that seemed all the more shocking for Harry in the first place as he hadn't honestly expected to even live after the War was over. Not after he had let Voldemort kill him to destroy the soul piece that had been in his scar.
Hell, he hadn't expected to even live after the war since he had first found Voldemort was after him personally. So, it was rather surprising to find himself not only living but actually LIVING and enjoying it at the same time. With a family that wanted him to boot. Something that had happened after Teddy's grandmother had died because of the grief of not only losing her husband but her daughter as well. Something that as soon as he found out Harry had taken custody of his Godson as quickly as he possibly could.
A godson Harry had quickly grown to love and had even adopted him as his own son not soon after. He just couldn't look into those golden eyes of Teddy's and think of doing anything less. As the child in question had quickly taken a place in Harry's heart and at the same time had Harry wrapped around his little finger.
Which had brought on the second largest most recent change in Harry's life. Change that honestly seemed to be happening all at once. As after the news of his new son somehow managed to get out, despite the fact Harry had tried his best to do everything secret to keep to further protect Teddy.
Something that turned out to be for not, as not even a week after he had adopted Teddy in the first place, everyone seemed to know just what he had done in the first place. Proving to him once and for all that he would never get a moment of privacy in the wizarding world; something he had long since learned too loath.
More so than ever, seeing as after the information about Teddy had gotten out, his supposed best friends Hermione and Ron, along with several of the Weasley family members, hadn't been happy that Harry had taken in Teddy. Let alone adopted him as his son and named him his heir, meaning he would get everything Harry owned if anything that happened to Harry himself. Because of this, they had decided to give Harry an ultimatum.
Either he gives Teddy up, preferably to Molly who would raise him correctly, date Ginny and go back to Hogwarts where they would all finish their schooling before joining the Ministry. Not to mention disown Teddy as his heir and son, so that his future children, from Ginny of course, could hold their rightful titles instead. Or he, Harry, would lose their friendship, as well as any support they would give him.
They had then gone on about all the help they had given him, and all the times they had risked their own lives by even being near him. About how much they had lost simply by being friends with Harry and because of that Harry had better make the correct choice.
Harry, after he had been given this ultimatum, knew the choice he was going to make before they had even finished telling him the choices he had. Which was why those who had given him the ultimatum in the first place had found themselves outside his wards and forbidden from entering them ever again. They wanted him to make a choice, so he did, even if they probably didn't like the choice he ended up making.
As Harry had chosen his son, a choice he would make again and again; without an ounce of hesitation in said choice. Because as far as Harry was concerned his son was his life and had been since he had first been put in his arms the year before.
However, because of this choice, Harry had ended up losing the friendship he had with Hermione and Ron. Not to mention having been forbidden from going to the Burrow by both Molly and Ginny. At least until he came to his senses and did what was the correct, only natural, thing to do; at least in the words of Molly Weasley in the Howler she had sent him.
Something that had upset Harry quite a bit, if only because said howler had erupted just after he had gotten Teddy to sleep for the night. Waking him up and making it so Teddy was too terrified to sleep for a while. Later, once he had spent several hours trying to put his son back asleep, Harry swore that woman did it on purpose.
As how could a someone who raised several children herself not now about sleep schedules and the fact loud noises terrified children. Not to mention she had sent it at night, a time most people, especially young children, would usually be sleeping during.
Not only that but those four, along with Percy and a reluctant Arthur, no longer spoke to him. And even in some of those cases spread rumors about him to the public; attempting to turn those in said public against him in one way or another. Like they had been during Harry younger years; after his fourth year to be more specific.
Trying to do so by, either by saying he cheated on Ginny, that he had broken an engagement contract, which was apparently a huge scandal, or if not that, that he had attacked the Weasley family when they refused to do what he had wanted them to. They attempted to do anything and everything they could to smear his name they attempted to do; all the while giving poisoned hiss of him becoming dark to those they felt were the right ears.
Not that Harry honestly cared too much about that, as he had long since learned to stop giving a damn about what the public thought about him. As their opinion always seemed wishy-washy all the time anyway. So why after years of putting up with it would he bring himself to care now of all times how they thought of him?
Especially since they were clearly proving themselves to be no different now than they had been before. As even now Harry seemed to be either looked at with adoration one day or glared at like he was scum of the earth the next. Depending on whatever rumor that they had decided to believe that day.
A third difference that had occurred in the year since the war had been over, was the fact that Harry no longer trusted Grinngotts bank. More so than ever after what had happened in it. Because of this he had decided to do something about said lack of trust; while helping his own sense of paranoia be temporarily put the rest.
But at the same time, knowing that he couldn't just go in there and tell the bank about his lack of trust before emptying out all his vaults. As that would just be like holding a large sign saying rob me blind after the goblin released what he did to the public; which they would as they would have nothing to gain from keeping it secret.
Decided instead, to make a deal with the bank; one that he hoped would work in both their benefits. And would help ensure that the goblins in question would keep their mouths shut about what he had done; if only to keep the benefits they wouldn't have gained otherwise.
It was something he honestly hadn't wanted to do in the first place, but at the same time knew that it was the best path he could take. At least when it came to getting what he wanted done actually done in the time frame he would have liked it completed in, that is.
To do this, first Harry had paid back the money needed to repair half of the damages for the escape on the dragon Hermione and him had caused. With the other half being fined towards Hermione, as it had originally been her idea in the first place and Harry certainly wasn't going to pay for all of it when he wasn't the only one at fault.
Though he did find it rather amusing that the goblins hadn't exactly informed Granger about this fine she now had. And even took to adding interest on said fine, the longer she didn't pay the fee in question. At a rather high percentage at that, and it wasn't like the fee in question was anything small either.
Something that, as they were no longer friends and with how she was treating him because he didn't simply follow her demands like she wanted, Harry had no reason to want to help her. And this was by either informing of the fact she owed the bank money, or even paying for it himself. Not when she had all but spat on his and his parents' name when he had disagreed with the ultimate that she had been given. Not with all the lies she told everyone around him about him lately. And not with the looks he had seen her give his son.
After paying his half of the damages that he had caused, Harry had begun his part of the deal with the goblins. One that would allow him to empty out the majority of his vaults without anyone being alerted to what he had done.
With what was being done to allow this to happen, at least on the goblins part, being the fact that Harry made sure to return all the goblin made items in all his vaults. Gave the goblins a good fourth of all the gold he had had, and on top of that ended up giving him the entire corpse of the Basilisk he had killed in his second year; along with all the shedding that had been with it.
All for them to keep their silence about him emptying out his vaults, with a signed contract between him and the whole goblin nation to ensure it went the way it was supposed to; one with mother magic herself overseeing it.
All to ensure that they keep their silence about what Harry had done in one way or another, either fromfear of having to lose everything they gained or worse invoke the wrath of mother magic for breaking the contract in the first place.
Yes, it had been hell getting the snake in question, and the skins it had with it, out of the school without anyone noticing. But in the end because of said beast Harry had been able to, get all but a fourth of all his gold out of the bank. Even if Harry knew he could have very easily gotten a very large fortune from the skins of the Basilisk in question; let alone the Basilisk itself.
With remaining gold in question in, being kept in Harry's old vaults, to stop the Ministry from being alerted to the fact the vaults in question had been emptied. As apparently yes, the Ministry did have such alerts systems in place. And they had been in place since the last Goblin/Wizarding war; something about making sure the gold stays in the hands it is supposed to be in. Even if the gold in the vault in question no longer really belonged to Harry anymore.
Not only that but Harry had also been able to get all the books, furniture, weapons and all types of other things out of the vaults that had been under his family name. A lot of which Harry had found very fascinating as he took his time to either read or if not that, learn at least the basics of how to use the items in question; even the weapons. If only to say that yes, he had worked with something his ancestors had and yes, he was going to continue working on them until he didn't look like a flailing moron when handling them. So far, he had a lot more work to do.
Everything that Harry had gotten from the bank he now had separated into different size trunks that he had shrunken down and placed in different locations on him; all secured with different spells that ensured no one but him could remove or summoned them.
All he had done as a just in case, as Harry didn't feel safe placing all of it in one location as he knew there was a chance that he could end up losing one of them. Even with all the spells he had on them to stop that from happening. After all the impossible always seemed to happen around him; and not all of it good. And it was better to lose just one of the trunks in question rather than all of them.
With one of these trunks ending up being an earring made up of two of Hedwig's smaller feathers as a way to honor her memory; that he had in his right ear. Another being actually placed in the Potter family ring he wore on his hand. The third being attached to a necklace he always wore; one that had his family picture in it. While the last, and the one that held the most, Harry had, with the help of several runes, made it so it could all be placed in a tattoo on his body. Which turned out to be a small Lily flower floating in an aura of emerald green, in honor of his mother, and that was on his left wrist.
Not that any of them really mattered to Harry at the moment, as he was currently well on his way to making several blueberry pancakes for his son Teddy. As they were his favorite food, and Harry liked making them for him. Or at least at the moment they were Teddy's favorite food not to mention the easiest for said toddler to eat. His taste was most likely going to change as he got older and more of his inner wolf came out.
Something Harry knew was going to happen in the future as he had made sure to research as much as he could about not only raising magical children but children of werewolves as well. Even if the last bit Harry had to get the information in question from places away from magical England and their like-minded allies.
But he couldn't deny the information in question had been lifesaving on several occasions or seemed like life saving at the time at the very least. Considering Harry had no idea that both magical children as well as children of werewolves usually developed a lot faster when they were newborns due to the magical that was part of the very beings.
Something that Harry found to be true with Teddy as in the last few months he just recently started to get into the more solid food, even if it was more fruits and such things, not to mention seemed to know how to make his opinion in ways Harry could understand besides crying when it came to things such as the foods he wanted to eat. Right now, he was liking pancakes even if Harry was being careful of not adding things such as honey or more sugary things like syrup in said food quite yet. As he knew that despite being more developed than normal Teddy was still a bit too young for them.
As he was doing this, Harry heard a desperate call coming from his Floo network; screaming his name. Hearing his, and nearly wide eyed from the amount of panic and desperation in the voice in question, Harry quickly dropped the bowl, that had the pancake mix in it, and quickly dashed over to his floo network. Knowing only those he cared about could actually get entrance to said floo network to begin with as he did so. And that there had to be a reason why the voice sounded as terrified as it was.
Once he did this Harry, immediately fell to his knees in horror, as he saw the sight that was waiting for him when he got to his Floo. As there laying in front of his fireplace, having come through the floo in her desperation, was Fleur.
A Fleur, whose clothes were ripped, had a deep cut on her side, another down her arm, and a last one across her face. Not to mention the numerous burns that were all over her body; something that was rather surprising considering due to her blood she did have a strong resistance to most fires. All and all to Harry's eyes she looked like she shouldn't even have been able to move from the damage she had suffered.
Worst yet, she was lying in a puddle of her own blood; despite the fact she hadn't been there but a second at most. It was a sight Harry hadn't really seen since the war had ended; and even than it really hadn't been to people he was this close to. At least not for the most part.
Harry, seeing this, quickly got up and had his wand out casting healing spell after healing spell on Fleur. Turning the very air around him heavy with healing magic, as he did his best to try to save the life of the woman, who had over the last year, had become something similar to an older sister to him.
Feeling grateful for the fact that after the war he had thrown himself not only in repairing the world around him like had been expected of him. But at the same time actually putting effort into improving himself as he took classes not only in offensive and defensive magic, again like had been expected, but several other classes such as healing; even if he did have to call in several favors to get a time turning to be able to do so.
While doing this, Harry could visibly see that it seemed to be helping Fleur. Even if it was oddly slow going at times and took twice the magic it would have normally taken to heal the wounds in question. Which had Harry confused as he had been rather skilled in healing, or at least when it came to certain injuries that were more common during the war; as those he had the most practice with. Not to mention due to having rather reactive magic and having several similar injuries before his magic already had an idea how to healing said wounds in question in the first place.
Not to mention his power level usually made things go faster than normal, as more power went into the spells making them just that much stronger, so what was happening now was really out of the ordinary. Something that showed, when Fleur opened her eyes and looked right at him tears pouring out of her eyes. Harry, seeing this, wiped them away and in an utterly worried tone asked her.
"What's wrong? And what happened, why were you so hurt?" However, this seemed to be the wrong thing to say, as after Harry said this Fleur started sobbing even louder, hands covering her face, curling into herself sobs. As if her entire world had been shattered and her crying was the only way to let that out.
Hearing, the normally so strong woman in question crying like she was, broke Harry's heart. Or at least it did until Fleur was able to collect herself and tell him just what happened, just why she was here. Then all Harry felt was the icy cold touch of complete and utter terror unlike anything he had ever felt before; even when he had walked to his Death in front of Voldemort himself.
"Harry, I-I came here for a reason. Look Harry don't keep healing me I'm already dying, it's a waste of your magic, they killed my Mate Bill and My Veela refuses to live without him. Even if you heal all the injuries I have now, they'll just keep reappearing. All your doing is dragging out my death and making it just that much more painful for me, so please don't."
Harry, hearing this went wide eyed and was about to say something, convince her that he could do something, anything, to help her; to not give up. Or he was until Fleur, now visible weakened once more, raised a hand to stop him, before continuing what she had been saying.
"Harry, please just let me tell you why I came here. It's about Ron and Hermione. They have gotten with the Ministry and made a new law it makes it so that anyone with dark creature blood, or even partially creature like my Bill, will be killed. They say it is to prevent another war like the one that just happened from happening again. But its more than that…. As it just doesn't make sense. To kill his own brother, it has got to be more than just hat." Here Fleur's breathing got heavily, and the tears began to pour out of eyes as continued on; choking on the words as if it hurt her to even say them.
"They burst into our home…blew open the door and fired cutting curse after cutting curse at us. Bill, and my d-d-daughter died nearly instantly because of this. Never expecting an attack, let alone one from f-family. But I didn't die…I should have. I- I guess you could say I woke up to hear them speaking of the law they made and how they were going to go after Teddy with it…. They want to control you Harry and feel your son is making you too independent to do so. They feel you will be more moldable, with the grief of losing your son. I don't want that to happen, get out Harry. Get out before they get your son too…I just had to warn you." This last bit was said in a drawn-out voice as Fleur drew her last breath and died in Harry's arms. Finally going to join the rest of her family like her inner veela demand of her.
Harry, face nearly grey it went so pale, as with a deep sense of regret and growing alarm that he left Fleur on the floor and tore his way up the stairs into Teddy's room. As much as he wanted to do something, anything for Fleur at the moment, he knew there really wasn't much he could do.
And if he did, he could be wasting the precious time Fleur and managed to get him when she had rushed over her in the first place. So, it was with a lot of regret that Harry left Fleur's rapidly cooling body on his living room floor.
What he needed to do was, to do his best to save Teddy, get to another country that didn't have any ties to the British Ministry and promise them whatever the hell they wanted to make sure both him and his son was safer there. To make sure that no matter what the both of them couldn't be taken by the Ministry that would be chasing after them.
Perhaps even add his own wards and other traps or tricks to wherever he decided was safe for them to stay. To ensure that no one could burst into his home like they had Bill's. And unlike Bill's he wouldn't have anyone being safe to Apperate right in; besides himself that is.
As that was most likely how Ron and Hermione had been able to even get in Bill's home in the first place; despite the fact that he was one of the greatest warder Harry knew. But right now, that didn't matter to Harry. As for what Harry needed to do, was everything in his power to make sure that no matter what Teddy was going to be safe; starting with making sure to leave before anyone else could get there.
This in mind, Harry quickly grabbed the dozing one-year old child in the bed, and after making sure he wouldn't fall in anyway, ran back down the stairs. Feeling immensely grateful that he kept all trunks on him at all times as he did so; as it would mean that he could be ready to run at any point in time if he had to. A hangover from the war that had proven really helpful in several situations.
Harry knowing that Apperating with a child, wasn't safe for the child in question seeing as the child's magic was too unstable to safely do so; often lashing out mid apperation causing serious injuries to the child in question. Nor was it really safe to Porkeying with a child either, as the child could easily be lost during said Porkey; as they couldn't exactly hold on to anything themselves. Was rapidly making alternate plans when it came to their escape.
As he was doing this Harry, sped his way to the door; planning on either taking the night bus to escape. Or if not that, sneaking his way to the muggle side of London and escaping that way. As Harry knew, from experience, that the wizarding world wasn't the best when it came to tracking people that traveled the more mundane way.
Only to jerk to a stop and curse aloud when, after tearing open his front door, he was greeted to the sight of Ron and Hermione with a good twenty different Aurors behind them. It seemed that he had run out of time, or his family luck was striking again; having been building up with all the good that had happened lately.
Seeing this Harry got his wand out, if he had to, he would fight his way out to save his son's life; hell, he would kill if he had to. At the same time, the fear of a misfired, or in some cases correctly aimed, spell hitting his son had him weary about fighting against this many people; especially with two that really knew his fighting style. And as he noticed, several of the Aurors there had been trained by him to begin with, so they too would know at least the basics of how he fought. But at the same time, it was a fear that quickly disappeared and fell into an icy calm rage when Hermione began speaking.
"Now Potter, you don't have to fight, just give us the creature. We can't have it starting another war. After all your parents died in the last war, you don't want anyone else to care for to die in another, do you? Also are you really going to fight against the law? Fight against those who are part of law enforcement? You're already on really thin icy with the Ministry after all." This was said in a smug tone that had Harry wanting to rip her tongue right out of her mouth.
But with the how icy calm his anger had gotten, came with that a clarity of mind; as well as a stronger recollection. Which was why Harry remembered something that had him cursing, crying and at the same time getting a sense of peace after finding this out. At least it did inwardly as he did his best not to let anything show on his face, as he didn't want to alert anyone to the fact he had an idea that would help him escape.
His idea being a book that had been in the very back of the Black family vault. One that had been about the so-called Veil of death, and it had been a book that he had read about three months ago. Telling no one about what he had found after reading it, as at that time he had no longer been friends with anyone who would have been interested in the veil anyway.
What he had found out was that the Veil wasn't one of actual death, like the wizarding world seemed to believe, but a gate way of sorts. One that in ancient times had been used to send those who felt they didn't fit in this world, or even those that wanted to escape from this world, into another.
Where if a person went through the veil, then they would end up in another world at random; and never the same one that the previous user landed in. Not to mention a world where the Veil would change the person in question to best fit into whichever place, they landed in the first place.
Something that the Black family book only knew about in the first place because they had been part of the Druids that had originally created the Veil in the beginning. Keeping it secret from everyone else in case the family ever had to escape from the wizarding world. Well, that or to use it as something to hold over the other magical family's heads if they needed to escape; either one could be possible given what Harry had learned about the Black family.
Sadly, as time passed, even the Black family had forgotten about the Veil and the powers it offered. Which considering how the majority of the most recent Blacks had been, as well as how obsessed they had been with blood purity, Harry could figure that was a pretty good thing to have happened. Considering just what could have happened if they had remembered.
But because of this, Veil in question hadn't even originally even been part of the Ministry. But instead had been found by said Ministry about five hundred years ago. However, because they had technically stolen it from where they had found it, they had no idea what it had done. All they knew was that anyone who went through the veil would never come back and was registered as dead, by any spells the wizarding world used to check on them; thus, the Veil earned the name the Veil of death.
Harry when he had first read this had been more relieved than he had thought he was going to be. As it meant that his godfather Sirius wasn't dead, or worse trapped within said Veil slowly wasting away, but in another world altogether; hopefully leaving his life out as happily as he could. Yes, it still hurt that Sirius was gone and Harry was never going to see him again, but on the flip side it did sooth something in Harry to know that he was alive and could very well possible having a good life; away from all the horror that was the wizarding world.
But where Sirius may or may not be wasn't on Harry's mind right now, not at all, as remembering the Veil, and remembering just what everyone else in the wizarding world thought of it was Harry got an idea; one he hoped would work. As it was the only thing he could think of at the moment, that would ensure that both him and Teddy get out of the situation they were in as safely as possible.
Because even if Harry did want to fight for their freedom, as who wouldn't. But at the same time, he wasn't sure he could do so without his son getting hurt; something he would never let happen if he could help it.
Not only that, but he didn't even know that if they even managed to get out of this situation unharmed, they would be able to stay safe for long periods of time afterwards. As he knew that both Ron and Hermione would continue to try to chase him down, trying to find him where every he may go and wouldn't give him a moment of peace; no matter where he tried to hide from them.
Which would make it so that Harry would have to make Teddy live his life on the run, and always watching his back waiting for the next attack; never getting a real moment of peace. Something that Harry really didn't want for his son, as that was way too similar to the life, he himself had lived in the wizarding world, and during the war.
Knowing this, Harry licked his lips in a fashion he knew both Hermione and Ron would take as nervousness; perhaps even slightly fearful. Before deciding to play on the self-sacrificing golden boy image, that most of the Ministry seemed to think he still had; despite all logic pointing out differently.
To do this, Harry made himself look as small as possible, hunched down his shoulders a bit, placed down his wand at a slightly unsure angle, and then using all the skills he developed both before the wizarding world and during the war began to act. Eyes wide and slightly watery as he did so.
"I-I can't let him die…at least not by himself. You…you said I am already on thin ice with the Ministry, right? That means you're likely to come after me next anyway, as I don't know what I will do if you kill my son…I think, that if you let me, I would like to go through the veil with Teddy. That way we can be with Sirius, and the Ministry could see that the job is getting done…. will you allow this?"
Ron and Hermione, seeing this, seemed to get a sort of twisted sense of delight on the defeated, devastated look on Harry's face. It was probably this, as well as an inflated sense of self-importance, that caused both of them to get smug looks on their faces, and while trying, but failing miserably, to look sympathetic, Hermione answered Harry.
"If that is what you want, we can ensure that happens. But we will be taking you straight to the Ministry and having someone push you in the veil. To ensure you're not planning anything to escape. After all, the Veil of death is exactly what someone like you and that thing in your arms deserves."
Harry, hearing this, had to grit his teeth and remind himself of what, or who, he was doing this for. So that he didn't lash out at Hermione, and instead, keeping his head down so she couldn't see his eyes, and there for the icy murderous rage in them, as he replied to her.
"Yes, alright. I'll go right now, I will not fight you in this, just let me hold Teddy; make sure he felt safe for what could be his last few minutes." Then after ignoring Ron's snort and mutter of it being his final minutes no ifs about it, allowed himself to be dragged to the Ministry, and to where he knew the Veil was.
Seeing this Veil, Harry tightened his grip on Teddy, as the old terror he had about the veil in question temporarily came back. A grip that caused Teddy to squirm slightly in discomfort, which caused Harry to loosen his grip slightly before slowly walking forward towards the veil in question.
Trying his best to make it look as if he was walking towards his doom instead of what felt may be his salvation the entire time. With Ron following closely behind him, wand pointed directly at Harry's back as he did so.
Harry, as he continued to walk forward couldn't help but hoping the book, he had read was one that was correct; as he was risking both his and Teddy's life in this regard. Something that he wouldn't have done if he had any other choice in the matter, and even now could feeling the guilt and growing doubt weighing heavy on his mind with each footstep that he took. Making Harry begin to second guess the decision he had made; wondering if it really was the best choice for him and Teddy.
Then, once he was directly in front of the Veil in question, he turned around to face those in the Ministry who were watching him. Knowing they wanted to make a show of what they were doing to him. Knowing that they would act like they were doing a great sense of justice by throwing both him and Teddy into what they all thought was the veil of death.
Or at least Ron and Hermione would, as they felt he had betrayed them; which meant he deserved what was now happening to him. Something that was proven correct when Hermione stepped forward and with a gesture with her hand to temporally stop Ron from pushing Harry in asked Harry.
"Any last words Potter, you could just throw the brat in veil and go with the deal we gave you a year ago. With some serious groveling and showing all of us that you know your place; I am sure both Ginny and the Ministry will forgive you… eventually."
Harry, hearing this, bit his tongue for a second so as to not risk them throwing a spell at Teddy for something he said. Before a thought occurred to him, one that caused his eyes to light up with a good deal of sadistic glee.
"Yes, I do have something to say. I call you all betrayers of life debts that you owe me and call on lady magic herself to judge you all!"
This earned gasps of horror from those who knew what Harry had just done, and they grabbed their wands to do something to Harry to try to stop him. To make him in one way or another take what he said back.
But before they could do this, or before Ron could shove him in the veil like he wanted to Harry threw himself, and therefore Teddy in his arms, backwards into the veil. Grasping as tightly as he could to his son without hurting him; hoping that the veil wouldn't somehow separate the two of them while they were going through it.
Harry once he was in the Veil, felt himself going into a more dazed state. Like everything was going to be aright and the feeling of what could only be described as just pure warmth covered him; in what Harry could only describe later as a cocoon of complete safety.
Once in the cocoon of safety, Harry found that he wasn't completely aware of what was going on. He knew that time had passed, but he could for the life of him tell just how much time had actually passed.
He could tell that there were changes going on with his body, along with the body of his son in his arms, at the same time if asked he wouldn't be able to tell you just how these changes occurred. Or for that matter in what order they happened. Hell, he probably could even tell you how he knew they had occurred in the first place.
And at the same time, Harry could even feel something being added into his mind, which Harry instinctively knew was the information of the world he was going to. But again, just how or why he knew this was something he couldn't answer either.
Nor did he know why, with everything that was currently happening to both him and his son he didn't panic. Like it would have if it had happened outside the veil as Harry found himself reacting in ways that weren't normal for him in the least bit.
In fact, all Harry knew was that the book he had read had been correct, that his son had gone all the way through the veil with him and had undergone similar changes. Not only that but he could now tell that, what he was still mentally calling the cocoon of safety, was finished and would be opening soon; letting him into his new world.
Harry found himself feeling as if he was falling, as a very bright light suddenly blinded him, and as he found himself slamming into the ground. Luckily landing on his feet and managing to keep his balance as he did so. Taking special care in making sure that Teddy was safe in his arms after he did so.
Once Harry was on the ground, and steady from the landing he had just made. Harry immediately noticed that the light that had been so blinding before was actually a streetlight that had been shining directly in his face. And that it was now rather late at night; if how dark the sky now was meant anything. Which considering the sun had just been starting to rise when he had originally gone through the veil was rather surprising.
But what was even more surprising to Harry, was the sudden information he had in his head, as he found out just what the veil had changed about both him and Teddy. Not to mention more about the world they were now going to be part of. Even if he now had a rather bad headache from the sudden download of said information.
What Harry found out, was this wasn't a world of witches and wizards like the one he had left behind, but a world of Heroes and Villains. Where nearly everyone in this world, except for roughly ten percent, had something called a quirk.
Which as it turned out was a specific power that the body had, from breathing fire, to having flowers for hair; anything that you could think of was probably out there. Reminding vividly of some of the comics he had seen his cousin reading when they had been younger.
Or at least the ones his cousin could hide from his parents as apparently the comics weren't normal enough for his aunt. That or the comics Dudley had wanted to read where to close to things considered magic for either of his aunt or uncle to feel comfortable having in the house; less Harry somehow get ideas in his head.
When it came to Harry, as well as Teddy, and how the Veil had adapted them to fit in this world or at least better than they would have otherwise. As Harry was sure that they could have passed off their magic as a quirk if they wanted to. Was the fact that the Veil had partially taken their magic and adapted it into a quirk with a little extra in there.
As Harry found that the Veil had taken his Animagus form, of a two tailed Neko Yokai, and merged it with his physical body along with his magic. Which ending up giving Harry a quirk he had found was called, Magic cat. Along with all the know-how of how it was registered along with how it worked.
Which was as it sounded, someone with cat like feature, though in his case he had two tails very fluffy tails opposed to one and was able to use magic. This time without a wand, and he could do most of what he could in the other world, but larger amounts of magic would drain him faster than it would have back in his old world; as he no longer had a buffer like his wand would have been.
While on the other hand Teddy, had his father's werewolf blood mixed with his mother's metamorphic ability into a quirk called Morphing wolf. Which from what Harry could tell was something he wouldn't have full control over or be able to use to a large degree until he was older. Though Harry did note that the information he gained did take care to note that Teddy had apparently been born with his so-called quirk, and so had he, something that would show up in their paperwork.
Which the veil had made for them and had added and placed into Harry's pocket, making Harry wonder just how thorough the Veil was when it came to transporting others to the world they were in as Harry had never thought of needed something like Paperwork before.
When it came to the more physical changes the two had undergone. Well, they all really showed physically on both Harry and Teddy when it came down to it. As Harry found that his hair had grown from the almost shoulder length it had been to about mid back in a silky wave. Not only that but he now had a pair of pitch-black cat ears on his head, and two fluffy cat tails behind him. Which was something he could so see Teddy grabbing and chewing on at a later date; something he really wasn't looking forward to as he knew from experience how sensitive those tails could be. Not to mention the fact that his nails had gone from human looking to pitch black and rather sharp looking. Which had Harry mentally noting to either find a way to file them down, or to cover them so he wouldn't hurt his son with said nails.
As for Teddy, seemed to gain wolf ears, a wolf tail, and glowing golden eyes that Harry knew would all be able to shift colors. Not only that but Harry also knew, that with enough practice when he got older Teddy's new quirk would allow him to shift into different types of wolves as long as he knew enough details about them; not to mention when he wanted to hide his wolf like features.
Sadly, from what Harry could tell Teddy didn't have nearly as much magic as he had before, and at most would likely only grow strong enough to use fourth years spells at his strongest, and that was only if he worked really hard on it. Which if he wanted to Harry would certainly help him with it but given the world, they were in Harry wasn't so sure Teddy would want to do that in the future.
Harry was torn from his thoughts about both his own changes, and the changes Teddy had gone through, not to mention what Teddy might want to do in the future, by the sound of someone landing right beside him. Causing Harry to jerk around, clawed hand raised and ready to throw some deadly magic at who every had just appeared at his side; as his body curled around his son to ensure he was safe.
It was by doing this that Harry saw, that it was a man a few years older than his eighteen years old, maybe twenty-one or so, with long shaggy black hair that fell in front of some seriously sleep deprived eyes. Wearing a black out fit with a long white scarf like cloth wrapped around his neck. Who looked to be staring heavily at both him and Teddy before he opened his mouth and demanded.
"What are you doing, you know quirk usage is forbidden without a license?"