NOTE: A couple of lines of dialogue have been used from Goblet of Fire in one scene! :)

Yawning, Izuku scrambled through the Gryffindor entrance and blinked in surprise. It was late, passed curfew even and yet Harry, Ron and Hermione sat on one of the plusher couches, talking amongst themselves. "Uh, hi?"

Three heads snapped up. Relief flooding their faces. Hermione up and rushing toward him, to hug Izuku fiercely, leaving the teenager blushing. "Oh! Thank Merlin! We were so worried! Are you okay? How is your brother? Your father was furious!"

"Hermione, let the bloke breathe!" Ron chided gently, freeing Izuku from the frantic girl. "You've been gone for hours, mate. We were afraid they tossed you all out!"

Izuku frowned. "What the hell for? Hitoshi did nothing wrong. Overstepped at the very worst…but nothing criminal. I don't get why everyone went so weird. Unforgivable…that's what Professor McGonagall said…it was an unforgivable…banned in magic…anyone feel like explaining?" He probably could have asked Severus or Sirius, but there were other priorities.

Harry looked between his friends and with a sigh, he figured he could field this one. "In magic there are three spells known as unforgivable curses. We just did a class about them. You can't even cast them. They were used quite a bit during the last war and since then, it makes Witches and Wizards nervous. They are the torture curse, the death curse and…and the mind control curse."

Eyes widening, Izuku suddenly understood why everyone had been freaking out. But something caught his attention. "Wait…war?"

Harry blinked. "You don't know?"

"I've been playing catchup, but no one mentioned a war…and I certainly didn't read about one. Unless you mean the Goblin wars? Honestly, I had a hard time getting my brain to focus on that. Even for my brain it was too much." Looking between the trio, Izuku had a feeling it was a lot worse than the Goblin wars. "It was bad, I'm guessing?"

Where to even begin? Despite the late hour, the three delved in and told Izuku everything. How the war began. Everything to do with the Wizard known as Voldemort, how it had led to the death of Harry's parents and how it left the man dormant for years. That was until he started cropping up again. Causing havoc even as a wraith.

Sagging back in the armchair, Izuku couldn't help but note the similarities between it and All Might and All For One. Hadn't they thought that psychotic bastard was dead for years? Only to creep back and try and tear down everything. Absently, he rubbed at his left shoulder. The scar aching a little, as it tended to do in the cold weather. Sitting up straight, the sixteen-year-old set serious eyes on the younger three. "Do you think he had something to do with Harry ending up in the tournament?"

"Honestly, mate," Ron snorted. "That wouldn't surprise us. No one else wants him dead that badly."

"Ron!"

"What, Hermione, it's true!"

Izuku couldn't help but laugh at their antics. And here he thought Todoroki could be blunt. A yawn suddenly rolling through him, he scrubbed his eyes tiredly. Damn it! According to the clock it was two am! They had to be up in five hours!

"Oh, for Merlin's sake!" Hermione admonished, getting to her feet. "Enough of this. Izuku is dead on his feet, and we have class in only a few hours. We better get to bed."

Ron and Harry grumbled half-heartedly, but truth be told, they were just as tired. Parting ways at the staircases, the boys waved sluggishly goodnight as they made their way upstairs. In their dorm, snores filled the room and energy draining, Izuku barely had enough in him to remove his shoes before collapsing onto his bed. Out cold before his head even hit the pillow.

-SING-ME-HOME-

The rest of the week thankfully progressed without any drama. Hitoshi perked up and the students and teachers seemed to get over what had happened with his Quirk. Of course, rumour was that Severus had had quite the word with Minerva over it and made it clear he would not have his grandchild discriminated against and Katsuki made quite the spectacle more than once when students spoke out of turn.

Izuku had finally got into a rhythm in regard to catching up and learning magic at a fourth-year level, as well as managing Hero training and coursework. It helped that his parents were both heroes and UA teachers. When he wasn't training or doing homework, he was busy pouring over the contract Harry had given him. Scribbling in a notebook, green eyes darting over the text, only to thump his head on the desk in sheer frustration.

Damn it! He had to be missing something!

"No luck?"

Jerked from his thoughts, the teenager looked up to find Harry hovering over him and felt even more useless. "No." He ground out on a frustrated breath. "I've gone through it numerous times and can't seem to find a catch. The Latin paragraphs are just more of the same as what's in English or binding spells holding you to the contract."

Harry watched Izuku yank at his green curls, grumbling what was no doubt creative curse words in Japanese. Typical of a Hero he supposed. The older teen had so badly wanted to help him, but things sometimes were set in stone.

"Come on, mate…we need to head to Defence against the Dark Arts. It'll probably be less stressful at this point."

"Defence against the Dark Arts? I don't think I've had that class yet…" Izuku rooted out his schedule and scanned it. "Uh, nope…I was sleeping off Artemis' poison the last time…Alastor Moody, isn't that the Professor? I've seen him in the Great Hall at mealtimes. The man with the false eye and leg?"

"That would be him. Barking mad, but bloody brilliant." Harry grinned. "You'll like him."

With a chuckle, Izuku began gathering up his papers, pens and Harry's contract. He would just have to get back to it later and hope for the best. They made it to class by the skin of their teeth. Barely seated before Moody clomped his way to the front of the class and to everyone's surprise announced he would be placing the Imperius curse on each of them to see who had the strength to shake it off.

"But — but you said it's illegal, Professor," said Hermione uncertainly as Moody cleared away the desks with a sweep of his wand, leaving a large clear space in the middle of the room. "You said — to use it against another human was —"

"Dumbledore wants you taught what it feels like," said Moody, his magical eye swivelling onto Hermione and fixing her with an eerie, unblinking stare. "If you'd rather learn the hard way — when someone's putting it on you so they can control you completely — fine by me. You're excused. Off you go."

Cheeks turning rosy, Hermione ducked her head, muttering lowly that wasn't what she meant. Harry and Ron grinned in amusement but were quick to stop when Izuku scowled irritably at them. After all, if that was what Moody had told them initially, he didn't blame Hermione for being confused.

"Since we have a new face…Izuku Aizawa I presume?" Izuku nodded. "Perfect. I'll just give a quick recap on the Imperius curse. The mind control curse, it was used quite a lot during the last war with you-know-who and created quite a bit of trouble for the Ministry. Especially when trying to figure out who were actually under it. Now, Dumbledore wants you to learn how the curse feels and we're both in agreement, that with enough practice, you'll be able to shake it off. So, without further ado, Patil! Front and centre!"

It was one of the craziest classes Izuku had ever been a part of and that was saying something. UA weren't exactly a typical classroom standard. Green eyes wide he watched as Parvati Patil did a dance about the room, pulling off a perfect ballet routine before being released from it. Dean Thomas pranced around the room thinking he was a chicken and Ron gave a nice belt at singing opera. Down the list of students Moody went until he came to the last two. Harry and Izuku.

"Potter," Moody growled, "you next." Harry moved forward into the middle of the classroom, into the space that Moody had cleared of desks. Moody raised his wand, pointed it at Harry, and said, "Imperio!"

Izuku watched as his eyes clouded just like the others, but unlike the rest of the students, he didn't immediately jump into action. His body trembled, fingers twitching. He was definitely fighting it. Izuku itched to jump up and free him. He hated seeing the struggle on his face. Knew from Hitoshi how it felt. After a moment, Harry bent his knees. The action reluctant. His muscles shook in protest, a frown knitting between his brows and in an instant, it was over.

As if two people were in control, Harry attempted to jump and stop himself at the same time, which unfortunately left him crashing straight into the table with a yelp. Izuku was over to him in an instant, helping him up and doing an injury assessment on autopilot, completely ignoring Harry's shocked squawk.

"Now, that's more like it!" Moody growled out, expression glowing with triumph. "Look at that, you lot…Potter fought! He fought it, and he damn near beat it! We'll try that again, Potter, and the rest of you, pay attention — watch his eyes, that's where you see it — very good, Potter, very good indeed! They'll have trouble controlling you!"

"No!" Izuku snapped, green eyes slitted in fury. "He's hurt. So, we won't be doing it again."

Moody scowled, limping toward him, leaning heavily on his cane. "That's how you learn, boy. You push through the pain. Can see enough scars right there on your hand to know you know that."

Izuku was fit to snarl. He didn't know why, but Moody had every inch of him feeling threatened and damn it, it wasn't remotely the same thing! "My injuries came from Quirk backlash. My arms are so badly damaged, anything further and I could risk losing the use of them. It wasn't intended and it's definitely not something I'd recommend."

"He's the only one to shake it off!"

"Then try it on me," Izuku argued. "Harry has bruised ribs at the very least after that stupid demonstration…so try it on me." And then he was going straight to his parents, because this was insanity!

False eye shifting in its socket, lips twisted in a grimace, Moody cursed colourfully and gestured for Harry to back off. The fourteen-year-old was reluctant but did as he was told. Part of him wanted to continue. Prove he was capable, but his side was on fire, and he'd had enough rib damage thanks to his great oaf of a cousin over the years, that he suspected the bruising himself.

With Harry out of harm's way, Izuku kept his gaze on Moody. This whole class hadn't sat right with him. Not since the moment Hermione had asked about the legality of teaching them such a lesson and disregarding a student's injury? Yeah, something wasn't right. Aizawa had often dismissed the entire class when Quirk training caused an injury and remained with a student until he was damn sure they were okay. Yet, Moody was encouraging it? This was supposed to be defence! Learning something with the hope you'd never need to use it. Yet he was expecting fourteen-year-olds to act like seasoned Pro heroes.

Izuku had often been under Hitoshi's brain wash during one-on-one battles, but his brother made a conscious effort not to hurt anyone, a fact Moody hadn't considered should his students fight against some of the riskier mental suggestions.

Raising his wand, Moody growled out. "Imperio!"

The strangest sensation washed over Izuku. Gentle as a warm hug, it felt completely different to what Hitoshi did and was a lot weaker. This was an unforgivable? The hold was as thin as paper, it was almost laughable. Curious, he waited to see what Moody would do, tugging minutely on the spell. The order whispered through his mind not a moment later.

"…spill your secrets…"

His mind recoiled at the invasive command. No doubt if Izuku was to answer, Moody could push the bullshit that he had meant typical embarrassing teenage stories, but in his case, the secrets ran deep and weren't even his to tell.

"…Everything…Tell us everything…All your secrets…"

Stood between Ron and Hermione, ribs aching, Harry watched the same cloudiness engulf Izuku's gaze. Unlike the others, his body went completely rigid, fists clenched and from the frustrated look on Moody's face, the green haired teenager wasn't responding to his control. Suddenly, awareness bled back into Izuku's eyes, the boy grinning.

"No, Professor…I don't think I'll be doing that."

Shock engulfing his features, Moody could only watch as Izuku gathered his belongings and grabbed the wrist of a flummoxed Harry, Ron and Hermione following right behind him.

"Class isn't over!" Moody spluttered.

"It is now!" Izuku called back, door slamming behind them.

-SING-ME-HOME-

Scrubbing at his exhausted eyes, Aizawa took a last glance at Eri and stepped from her room. The girl had been in dire need of a nap after a rough night and he had been on the verge of begging, or straight up bribery when the kiddo finally conked out. She had always found it hard to sleep after what she had suffered, and a new place tended to disrupt her even further. Here's hoping she settled into her new routine at least before Christmas.

In Severus' cosy little kitchen, Sirius sat with his eyes glued to the Daily Prophet, a mug of tea in his right hand. Hizashi was hilariously showing Romy how to make Onigiri and when he held out a fresh cup of coffee to Aizawa, the underground Hero almost wept. Feeling rougher than usual, he was desperate for anything that would wake his brain.

"You look tired, pup," Sirius commented when Aizawa plopped down at the table with a grunt. "Might be better with a nap yourself."

"I'm fine," Aizawa grunted taking a bracing gulp of his coffee. "I've functioned on less sleep."

Frowning, Sirius reached out to touch Aizawa's cheek, heart clenching when his son flinched away from him. "Eh, sorry, pup…you just look pale."

"Nothing I can't handle."

Rolling his eyes at his husband's stubbornness, Hizashi set a plate of fresh Onigiri on the table and poked Aizawa into the side making him yelp. "Don't be such a grump, babe. You do look a little pale. Too much worrying and too much coffee. Don't make me cut you off."

Eyes widening, Aizawa shielded his mug. "You wouldn't dare."

"Try me, babe!"

"We both know Papa will do it," Hitoshi commented, as he entered the kitchen, Katsuki trailing after him. "Do you not remember three years ago? I certainly do! Dad without coffee is something to behold."

"'Zashi managed to convince every coffee shop within a two-mile radius not to sell to me!" Aizawa squawked. "I had to beg people to pick me up coffee! It was humiliating!"

Sirius shook with mirth. "Oh, sweet Merlin! How long did you keep it up?!"

"A month," Hizashi replied with a grin. "Taught this cranky ass never to take his temper out on me again. Can have bad days, just don't punish others for it. Right, Katsuki?"

Katsuki stopped mid bite of his Onigiri. "Hey!"

"Shota? Hizashi?!"

Hearing Izuku's frantic call, when their kid should have been in classes, instantly dropped the playful mood and had Aizawa and Hizashi rushing from the kitchen, Sirius, Hitoshi and Katsuki right behind them.

"Harry?" Sirius said, bemused to see his Godson, along with Hermione and Ron bringing up the rear. "What in Merlin's name…you four should be in class!"

"Harry's hurt!" Hermione rushed out, scowling at her friend when the boy tried to shush her. "Oh, stop it Harry…you are!"

Hero training kicking in, Aizawa was on the boy in a second, urging him to sit. Harry was reluctant to make a fuss, but after some gentle coaxing from the Japanese Hero, he pulled open his robes and tugged up his jumper and shirt. Sirius instantly let lose a string of curses, because swaths of purple bruising had already covered Harry's right side, disappearing beneath his trousers.

"What the hell happened?" Aizawa growled. "Damn it kid, these ribs might be cracked!"

Izuku winced. "I suspected bruising…but that's looking worse than I thought."

"Explain, now!" Aizawa barked, switching to his native tongue.

In rapid fire Japanese, Izuku explained how the lesson had gone. Including Hermione's concern about illegal spell usage and Harry crashing into an Oak table in an effort to shake off the curse, with Moody insisting on him doing it again, rather than examining him, or even getting Madam Pomphrey. When he delved into the spell being used on him, the rage on Aizawa's face could have melted steel. The Pro Hero was beyond pissed.

"What in the name of Merlin?!" Sirius snarled furiously, Hizashi translating for him. "And Moody claims Dumbledore cleared this shit?!"

"Apparently he wanted us to know how it felt, so we could break it," Izuku scoffed, not believing a word.

With another burst of creative profanities, Sirius called for Romy and ordered her to retrieve Albus. The House elf looked reluctant, but the headmaster had told her to follow their orders. Popping out, she was back barely a second later with the flummoxed Wizard in tow, holding a cup of tea in one hand and a half-eaten shortbread in the other.

Sirius was on him in a second. "Have you lost your Merlin loving mind, Albus!"

Albus blinked in surprise. "Sirius, my dear boy, my mind is quite intact, so could you please explain why you believe otherwise and why four students are currently not in class."

"Because a moron disguised as a teacher practiced illegal magic on them, injuring a student!" Aizawa seethed, inky hair lifting and eyes blazing red as his Quirk activated. "Safe, Dumbledore! You promised my kid would be safe and learn how to control his magic…at what point is he safe?!"

Eyes widening in shock, Albus' gaze snapped to where Harry sat, Izuku stood protectively next to him, Hermione and Ron at his back. Catching sight of the ugly bruising, the Wizard sucked in a breath. "What happened? Defence against the Dark Arts…That's the class you're supposed to in. What in Merlin's name did Alastor do?!" He had already been getting complaints about him. Minor mostly, although Agusta Longbottom was fit to disembowel him after Alastor had left poor Neville in great distress. "Harry, tell me, and I swear he will never cause you harm again."

Harry was surprised. He wasn't used to adults taking anything seriously and Hogwarts had proven no different in the last four years. Not to the same extent as any other adult he ever dealt with, but they certainly were guilty of fobbing him off. But there was something about being around Izuku and his family, that urged him to speak up and speak up he did. By the time he finished, Albus was just as furious as Sirius and Izuku's family.

"I will deal with this," Albus promised, his anger radiating. "You have my word and I apologise profusely for the harm that befell you. I never granted Alastor permission to use the curses on students! The man must be out of his mind!"

"He'll be dismissed?" Aizawa queried.

"Most assuredly," Albus stated firmly. "It will take me time to organise a replacement, but I'd sooner have the classes cancelled for now, then continue letting him teach."

"Could let Shota at 'em," Katsuki commented with a devious smirk. "Quite a few of your Meiji could do with being whipped into shape."

Hitoshi burst out laughing. "I give them an hour!"

"Rude!" Harry, Hermione and Ron cried out together.

"We're sparing you," Izuku said sagely. "His suicide sprints are murder!"

"Brat!"

"Have I missed an invite?" It was honestly amusing watching Harry, Ron and Hermione jumping out of their skin, spinning around to face their Potions Professor. Arms crossed; Severus raised a brow in question. "Anyone care to explain why I just came upon a very irate Alastor Moody, raging about my grandson lacking manners?"

"Oh yeah?" Katsuki growled, hands sparking along with his temper. "Maybe someone should feed that old bastard his wand! He's some balls on him to say anything after what he's done!"

"And that would be?" Severus asked confused.

"Oh, just little things." Sirius said, tone light, even as anger simmered in his gaze. "Using the Imperius curse on students…injuring one…"

"What?!" Severus choked out incredulous, eyes snapping toward Albus. "Albus! Please tell me Sirius is making yet another poor attempt at being funny!"

"Unfortunately, not," Albus responded sadly. "Alastor used the Imperius curse on the students, claiming that I had granted permission, so they would understand how it felt and eventually adapt to breaking the hold. Harry was injured during it when he managed to break the hold slightly."

Severus groaned. "So, his body attempted to do two things at once. That fool! I warned you Albus he wasn't a good fit. The man is too wrapped up in his constant vigilance mantra. He believes every shadow is ready to jump out and kill him!" Shaking his head, Severus crossed the room and crouched down in front of Harry to examine the injury himself. Pressing long fingers against the bruising, he winced in sympathy when the boy yelped. "My apologies Mr Potter, but you've at least two cracked ribs. Mr Weasley, Miss Granger, could you escort him to the infirmary?"

Baffled, Harry wasn't sure what to say. Severus was being downright paternal, and his equally flummoxed friends could only nod, before helping him to his feet. Obviously finding himself a parent and a grandparent had softened the infamous dungeon bat. He looked longingly at his Godfather, Sirius throwing him a grin.

"We'll talk soon, Harry. Get the ribs looked after!"

"I'll hold you to that, Sirius!"

Once the golden trio left, Severus blew out a breath and threw himself ungracefully onto the couch. "I want the whole story and Albus I promise nothing on hexing that bastard into oblivion!"