Thunder Hero: Baraquiel 3

Harry left the bar, with a slight sway in his step. Nothing so obvious that he'd been drinking as it was nearly seven in the evening; he wasn't that barbaric. With little hassle he was on the train back to the school. He contacted Aizawa, who'd told him that someone would meet him once off the train.

That person happened to be Present Mic. Not dressed as Mic for once; but rather dressed as an old punk; faded boots and jeans, scruffy shirt and denim jacket. "Listener."

"Mic…"

The Radio Hero said nothing and drove back to UA. The silence was friendly and Harry was able to relax somewhat. The next thing he knew he was standing outside his apartment, looking at a scowling Aizawa with a snoozing Ted in his arms. No words were said as the tipsy teen made his way past the Erasing Hero and headed into the kitchen. "You have to be twenty to drink legally…What happened?"

Harry sighed and opened a carton of juice and pulled out various other things "Got stalked, had a stare down and ended up drinking with some interesting people."

Aizawa nodded "Anyone in particular."

"Guy, littered in piercings and burns, twenties, dressed in black, whole patches of skin are leathery and rubbery…Goes by the name Dabi. And another guy, blonde hair, smoker, schizo answered to the name Jin. Didn't get his second name. Anyway, Dabi is linked to the Todoroki family somehow…We got drinking, I came back."

Aizawa nodded "I tend to patrol from nineteen hundred to five hundred hours."

Harry's eyes widened "How the hell are you…"

Aizawa smirked at him "REM Sleep and frequent power naps. It's why I'm a homeroom teacher…You've got a good kid."

Harry chuckled "Thanks, Aizawa. He's my Godson and my third cousin I believe." Harry turned back to the older man "Thanks…thanks for well, listening and giving me a chance."

Aizawa smirked "Have you thought about your future?"

"Teaching or maybe being a PI…Something, that pays for me to be curious and interested without having to be heroic."

"Not a hero, then?"

Harry looked at him "No. Not really…It's confusing…"

Aizawa cocked his head and gently put the sleeping child on the sofa. "How so? Take your time…"

Harry stopped, then as he began to prep dinner; he listened to the rhythmic movements of his knife work "I told you everything that happened that led up to my…relocation here."

Aizawa nodded, Harry sighed "I…see… Heroics and to be a hero a path to mislead, deceive, cheat and manipulate the masses through idols. Much like former celebrities, now Professional Heroes and the Hero industry leaves me with a certain…distaste in my mouth. Being a Hero used to be about doing the right thing, the hardest thing in any situation. It used to be about willing to stand up for your fellow person. What happened to being a decent human being? Why do we have to pay others to do the hero saving? All of this is completely off the point and has nothing to do with how I'm feeling about everything."

Aizawa snorted "I am very certain your ramblings about philosophical points, have something to do with your emotional state. I am not going to tell you what's wrong with you, because, I suspect that we both really do. I don't know you, Potter…But I know burdens when I see them, and you have a mountain…You may not believe us, but here at UA we hold ourselves to our words. You have the ability to choose, Potter; the ability to choose and live a life without someone else's agenda. The true reason as to why UA is keeping you on a leash; as you have thought is because of the following reasons. You may be able to speak Japanese because of animations, but you're able to read and write the language. Furthermore, your education is probably lacking in both subjects aside from English. The final reason is your Quirk…We accept that you may not want to become a Hero; but your Quirk has some detrimental and potentially fatal side-effects on your body. If you want to live then you need to remain alive, Potter and that is why UA has decided to look after you for your transitional time."

Harry nodded "Aizawa…thank you…I, need some help…lots of help."

Aizawa nodded "How are you with animals? Specifically animals with Quirks?"

"Fang, the Gamekeeper's Bloodhound Mastiff; had a sense of smell and mass that trebled any pet that I knew of. The bloody thing could and did kill someone…although the person killed was a Villain; no-one pressed charges."

Aizawa raised an eyebrow "I'm sorry…did you just pertain to knowledge of manslaughter via pet?"

"Technically it was British Hero and Villain final show down. Something very much out of fanfiction or even comic books and manga; so no not manslaughter very much a full-on total war. A war, that conscripted children on the side of heroes, who wanted to be heroes because the current batch of Heroes and those in charge failed to do what was necessary…Aizawa, I've just levelled with you everything and yet…"

"Calm down, I understand. I never meant for this divulgence and tangent from an innocent question. Okay, I'll send you the number of the Guidance Counsellor and School Psychologist, Inui Ryo. He's got a dog-based Quirk."

Harry grinned "Should be fun. The Keeper Hero: Hagrid, the Gameskeeper, I referred had to a Gorilla like Quirk. Fucking strong, fucking durable…just had a different perspective on everything. Very handy with a Crossbow."

Aizawa smirked "Your pans about to catch fire." Harry darted and just moved the pan off the stove as the oil ignited.

Harry looked at his sleeping Godson and smiled "We've been through a long day, kiddo. We've got some longer ones to come."

That evening as Harry, laid back on his comfortable bed. His mind a whirl, before it settled on the spectacled, grey eyed and white and redheaded Todoroki Fuyumi. He grinned, and for the first time in a long time, a pure dream filled sleep overtook him and his mind was clear.

(Todoroki Residence)

Fuyumi settled into bed. It was nearing eleven, the amount of Homework she had, was a sheer mountain. Thankfully, her father had been around to wash up after she had cooked. Fuyumi, sighed, she was burning herself out. She managed to get her youngest brother ready for bed and had just ensured her younger brother had done all his homework.

Then she remembered that she had to prepare to help, the transfer. She was going to phone him, but remembered he didn't have a phone. "I'm going to be staying on campus…" She remembered Harry mentioning. When had she called him by his first name?

A disturbed night came to her. Something that caused her to wake up at six in the morning. Her bed was rapidly freezing over but she could see her bedding begin shatter, she jumped out of bed with a clatter and a short-muffled scream escaped her.

Almost immediately after the scream, her father almost forced his way through the wall. Instinctively, she felt the rooms cold temperature almost immediately skyrocket. "Fuyumi…" Her father rumbled; she hadn't had an accident with her Quirk in a long time.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to; it was a bad night's sleep. I'm okay." Fuyumi babbled, was she scared of her father yes. Most definitely, but right now the memories of yesterday kept creeping into her mind.

Enji looked at her "Anything else?"

"Drawbacks to an electric or lightning Quirk."

"You're a sharp…"

"I know father…Just the person I'm dealing with has a lot going on. I'd rather know what I might be dealing with."

Enji nodded "I'll email it you…just, try and get some more sleep."

Sleep didn't come easily. In the end at 6:30, Fuyumi rolled off the remains of her bed, one of the cleaners would sort it when she was at school.

She got dressed, and headed to the kitchen. She might as well get started on Breakfast. Eventually, her younger siblings and father left and she rushed out, this morning into the pouring rain. She unfurled her umbrella and she headed for the station. From the shadows, of a garden alley Dabi watched; he never watched out of choice but whenever he came by he always stopped to see how the people he'd left behind had changed.

There was something…different with his sister. She seemed to have more confidence; it suited her.

Fuyumi arrived at UA; an hour and a half before classes were to start. After being met a gun-point by Snipe-sensei and staring down Hound Dog-sensei, Fuyumi began walking a familiar path towards the teachers block.

As she did so, she found Harry of all people sitting on the doorstep with what appeared to be a bottle of some sort in his hand. Her eyes narrowed as she stalked towards him.

Harry looked up; he was dressed in ragged pyjama bottoms that more resembled shorts and an equally ragged shirt "Morning, Todoroki."

"Potter, please explain to me why…"

"It's not alcohol…It's milk and extract of pineapple. A Milkshake for the sake of an argument." Harry replied, standing up.

Todoroki blushed "Anyway, how are you?"

"Tired, you eaten yet? If you have want a second breakfast?"

Todoroki nodded "Sounds good. Then we can make a start on getting you up to par."

Harry grinned and led the female Todoroki into his flat. Fuyumi was surprised, Harry had been in for not even a day and he'd managed to turn the place into something rather sparce but homely. "Not much going on."

"I never had much to begin with. I…don't really do wealth, rags to riches sort of thing."

Fuyumi nodded "I like what you've done with the place." Then she noticed the veritable mass of paper on the table.

"I got bored; I don't really sleep…conditioned. Plus I sleep either badly or lightly, so I was up studying."

Fuyumi was surprised. Harry it appeared, was a very smart and capable teen but yet seemed to not apply himself. "Potter, please don't waste my time if you're not…"

Harry looked at her and ever so briefly, she smelt burning ozone. "I…won't. That was on over reaction and I sincerely apologise. Anyway; where were we?"

Harry smiled "I like her. I'm won't waste her time; I just want to spend more time with her…If she'll let me."

Fuyumi nodded "He seems to have changed…I'll remain friendly, damnit Fuyumi…Why, do I want to spend time with him?" She thought to herself. She schooled her features and with that began to help him catch up.

(Britain)

"What do you mean, you don't know where he's gone? You're his godsons grandmother! Of course, you would know where they're headed." Yelled Dawlish, his quirk activating, turning his face purple with rage.

"Do you want some ice for your Quirk?" Andromeda asked, blood release quirks like this tended to leave people dehydrated.

She'd been in the holding cell for nearly forty-eight hours. One of the new laws, Shacklebolt had managed to sneak past the Wizengamot was that 'persons of interest, pertaining a case can only be held up to forty-eight hours.'

Andromeda smirked, she didn't know where they, Harry and her Godson, were…But she'd have a pretty good guess. Andromeda sighed, soon enough she'd been told to leave. The Auror dismissing her reminded her of her former Quirk-betrothed a Crabbe of some sort; Andromeda snorted, The Crabbe family were known to have a mutative Quirk; one known as 'resilience'. Not a Quirk to be sniffed at but nothing too remarkable either. The Black Family Quirk had been a full-blown mutative, augmenting one; the only person that had any sort of skill over it was her deceased daughter.

Her Grandson it appeared, had manifested the Black Family Quirk on his fourth birthday would reveal the true extent of his Quirk.

"You're going after them?" A voice said off to her left. Any turned to see the bloodshot eyes of Hermione Granger.

"Yes, I am, Miss Granger."

Hermione nodded and slid her a file "I managed to copy this from the Ministers Office…Mrs. Black, whatever it is you choose to do, get it done quick and soon."

Andromeda nodded "Noted."