The moon is half hidden by the roaming clouds, accenting the night's air is a warm salty breeze, for both ends of the world it was a mundane night, with the mundane going about their day and the cursed spirits doing what their instincts tell them to.

It's only for a moment, but in that instant, the very fate of the world changed.

For in an alley hidden deep in the heart of Tokyo, a powerful energy starts to crackle. Along with an emerald green static that seems to be laced with a never-ending black void that seems to warp the very fabric of space. The very walls of the alley start to bow into themselves as the energy reaches its breaking point.

Silence, and then a shockwave of ominous energy detonates out in all directions. The black emerald-fractured Miasma-like void stretches out and devours the area as if sucking it into its domain.

Its ominous aura seems to hold still for eternity or maybe a second. It's only as the atmosphere shifts does the omnipresent energy covering everything causes every cursed spirit around them to instantaneously disintegrate.

Two sorcerers, who had been struggling with a hoard of hyena-like curses, lower their weapons in shock as the curses that were coming at them suddenly parishes, and then a daunting wave of fatigue causes them to stumble in dread as sleep overcomes them. They can only hope their families will remember them as death itself seems to walk over their graves and decide they were left wanting.

It's days later they wake up to be interrogated by the Tokyo school after being saved by the second-year students who found them.

The only thing they can recall is a humanoid figure with enthralling green eyes and the ominous feeling of their inevitable end.

A certain lanky borderline narcissist with the infamous Six-eyes giggles in anticipation as he peers around the scene of the crime. His unique eyes can see everything and all traces of this new anomaly.

A humanoid curse spirit? Something that's never been seen in a long time or a powerful cursed user. Either way, this will be entertaining.

Yuuji blinked down at the unconscious prone form he tripped over, he could have sworn that there wasn't anyone there a second ago.

He takes in the stranger's unconscious face and can't help but lean closer to look at the cool scar that looks like a lightning strike scattering across the other's face. The longest branch of the strike cut across his nose, the white scar contrasted against the older boy's tanned skin.

Yuuji looked around and shrugged before picking up the guy and throwing him over his shoulder, "Alright man, I hope you appreciate this." He furrows his brows at how effortlessly he can pick up the guy. While he knows he's unnaturally strong for his age, this guy seems to be lighter than he looks.

"Ugh, Grampa better be proud." He mutters, knowing how his gramps would have smacked him silly if he left the man in the street.

Dying on the road is not a good death.

Harry slowly comes to and has to withhold the urge to throw up as the ceiling spins as soon as he opens his eyes. He silently casts a diagnostic scan on himself and only relaxes when his scan comes back normal. Feeling his wand tucked in the sleeve of his shirt is a small comfort as he tries to make sense of his surroundings.

He then notices that he is on a couch and there is a fluff of pink entering his vision.

"Hi!" The fluff of pink chirps and Harry has to blink a couple of times as his eyes seem to keep trying to adjust to the room. He absently reaches up and notices he doesn't have his glasses on.

Sitting up with a groan, the eighteen-year-old war veteran ignores the happy fluffy thing and rubs his face only removing his hands when the pressure in his eyes dissipates. He blinks as his vision clears and looks to his left only to blanch when he realizes that the pink fluff is a teenager maybe a few years younger than him, but much to his chagrin, seems taller and more muscular than he is, or will ever get.

"Uh hi?" He says feeling awkward, the others open and smile as he responds. Harry has to look away at the sheer amount of cuteness.

"Sorry, but uh?" He stalls looking around and sees the typical apartment one would see if a teen had it all to themselves.

The pink-haired boy jumps up and says, "Oh!"

"You must be hungry, I don't have much but if you don't mind-" the other's voice fades as he enters the kitchen area and Harry shakily stands and tries to make his way, his feet feeling like lead as he tails after.

He almost trips if not for the firm grip on his arm, "Careful, you still look like shit! I mean!"

Laughing slightly Harry waves the insult away, "I got you, and thank you?"

"Itadori Yuuji, call me Yuuji." This Yuuji chirps cheerfully as he helps him settle into the only other chair at the small table.

He smiles graciously, "Thank you Yuuji, I'm sorry to have inconvenienced you."

The other simply waved his words away, "Mah, it was the right thing to do."

Harry can tell he'll come to be very fond of this one, figuring he'll be here for a while.

He doesn't know why death sent him here, but the entity stated that this place needed a more hands-on approach.

Whatever that means.

"Names Hari, by the way." He says, only realizing that he is speaking Japanese after he unconsciously modified the way he pronounced his name.

He will have a mental breakdown when he isn't going to scare the teen who took him in, "Thank you anyway, not many would have done what you did." And he is serious. The most someone else would have done is call the police or something.

Yuuji flushes the color of his hair, "It's nothing." He says.

Harry keeps silent, he more than anyone understands how compliments can be uncomfortable after a lifetime of insults and degradation.

"Tell me about yourself, I'd like to know more about my savior." He says, and feels elated to have said that, after being praised as a savior he feels vindictive and enjoys the way the other gets embarrassed at the praise.

After calming down Yuuji goes to explain his life story and Harry feels his heart hurt to know that another was robbed of his parents, fortunately, Yuuji seems to have a loving grandfather.

He wonders what happened to Yuuji's parents but isn't rude enough to ask. He understands what it's like to be asked insensitive questions after all.

Harry furrows his brows as he follows Yuuji to the store after asking if it is okay to accompany the other, who gladly accepts, for sitting on some woman's shoulder is a strange creature. The thing seems to be unnoticed as everyone goes about it. And as if a switch had been flipped, he notices they are on a lot of people's shoulders.

"Strange," he murmurs out loud.

"Huh?" Yuuji says slowing down sheepishly.

Harry just shakes his head while stepping closer to the others' bigger frame unconsciously relaxing as Yuuji's bigger frame makes people unconsciously give them more space. Not noticing that it's his terrifying aura that causes their instincts to scream at them to get away or face certain death.

Yuuji's voice next to his ear causes him to swallow a yelp in surprise at the proximity, "You see them too?" Yuuji asks.

Harry hides his reaction by playfully pushing the other away, "personal space bro, and yeah, what are they?"

Laughing Yuuji shrugs and links his fingers behind his head, "don't know."

Harry blinks, "what?"

Yuuji looks back having walked in front as Harry stopped in surprise, "I don't know, I never thought about it really."

Harry simply stares.

"What?" Yuuji squawks in mock offense.

Harry shakes his head "Don't ever change."

He wants to laugh as Yuuji gets this deer-in-the-headlights type of look.

Kenjaku runs his fingers across the ground, lifting his hand and turning his palm over; he lets his eyes survey the residue left behind by the strange anomaly that happened two weeks ago.

Ever since then any cursed spirit below a grade 1 seems to be killed instantly, and any sorcerer who isn't up to par seems to fall victim to the curse of slumber, an effect that seems to come from the strange fog that still lurks even after all this time.

It's almost like a bastard version of a veil, only it's saturated with so much positive energy that it's volatile to any cursed spirit unable to protect itself.

He senses the volcano before the curse says, "Do you know this person?"

Kenjaku softly almost in disappointment says "No,"

If he did he would have been able to succeed with his plan centuries ago.

This surprises the curse, "you don't?"

And from the ancient and sheer volume of power left behind it's not surprising that Jogo is surprised. There aren't many unknown people, to have an energy that is both timeless and full of so much power.

"You think it's Sukuna?" The lava user asks.

Shaking his head, silly younglings "No, if it was Ryomen then there would be thousands dead and still counting."

"I can't wait to see how this goes." The stitches across his forehead wiggle and lift to reveal a brain with a savage grin imprinted in the center. Using Surgur's ever-so-useful ability he sends out a few scouting curses to see if they can't find any traces of this new development.

A/n:

I am curious to see how Harry will affect the Jujustu world.

And as in the tags this is potentially a Reverse Harem fic.

Who do you want to see in it? How many do you think are going to be in it?

How will Gojo react to seeing Harry in person? Being the master of death must be mesmerizing to someone who can see the threads of the universe.

As always I appreciate constructive criticism and suggestions. They inspire me if nothing else.

Thank you for reading:)