Thunder Hero Baraquiel 24

Harry/Fuyumi

It turned out that Todoroki Enji could cook! And cooked extremely well, the meal was vast and more of a buffet. Enji was also dressed in well made but humble clothes; jeans and a shirt. Before they had begun to eat, he had seated himself on both his knees and knelt towards them with his head resting on the floor. "I can only apologise. I can only apologise for how terrible of a father, a parent and guardian that I have been. I have no right to beg for your forgiveness, but again I apologise."

Fuyumi looked at Harry "Did you know about this?"

"Your father told me, he would like to see your children. I said that would be your decision. I didn't expect this. Father, I am willing to try and build a relationship with you but I cannot say if I forgive you. I'd be a hypocrite if I said I didn't like what you did, you gave me a wife and the mother of my, your, grandchildren. I dislike the methods but am not opposed to the outcomes."

Natsuo, Shouto and Sada turned on the thunder themed hero, with indignation on their faces…before realising. "Father, I am willing to follow my Brother's example. But you need to understand, I will not and am never going to be your 'masterpiece'." The half-cold-half-hot wielder stated.

"I can't forgive you. Maybe that's because I remember what you did to Touya. But I think I could build a relationship with you, but thank you for getting Sada and I out of trouble with the HPSC." Natsuo rumbled, sounding very much like Enji himself.

Fuyumi smiled weakly, "Father, please, look at me." Enji slowly lifted himself to a resting position as he maintained eye-contact with his daughter. Surprising the flame hero, Fuyumi wrapped her arms around him. "You're my father, yes there were multiple things that I wanted to do with you but we never did. But I do want you to know your grandchildren. Harry, would you bring Nozomi and Hiro here."

Harry headed over to the spring-up crib and with ease, scooped up his children before handing them tenderly, Nozomi first and then Hiro. Enji's heart stopped, he looked at his grandchildren and greenish, grey and blue eyes stared back at him full of curiosity. He noted their hair messy and black but with identical streaks of white and red on both temples "Twins!"

"Yes. Fraternal. Nozomi is the eldest, by thirty seconds."

Enji chuckled. With his left arm he delicately and deftly held them to him before pulling his daughter and in-law into an awkward embrace. "I might have been a terrible father, I intend to be a better grandfather."

As he spoke, something occurred. Normally quirks manifest at the average age of four-years. But Nozomi and Hiro Potter were as unusual as their maternal and paternal bloodlines; the room flared momentarily with ozone, followed by a quick fall in temperature and then an equally increase rise before everything settled back to equilibrium. The result was Nozomi now sported black and white hair and Hiro black and red. The thinner streak of red and white thickened momentarily.

"Nozomi is going to be more lightning and ice." Fuyumi breathed.

"Hiro more lightning and fire." Enji realised. Enji looked at Shoto. "Shoto, please, help your niece and nephew with their quirks when they're ready to. IF I am still a hero by the time they're old enough to become heroes, should they become heroes, I'll help where I can. If they don't, please Harry, Fuyumi...allow me to contribute to their future."

Natsuo and Shoto could only stare at how their niece and nephew had felled the Number Two Hero. "Shall we eat?" Sada asked.

Enji looked up "That is a good idea. A very good idea."

It turned out the dinner went smoothly. Natsuo and Sada whilst sharing some overlapping modules were intending to specialise in two very different fields of medicine. Natsuo was thinking about Medical Welfare with an emphasis on elemental aligned quirks, "Father, you might not realise this but at some point there is a painful trend amongst fire quirks that their quirk might begin to become a detriment in their later life."

Enji paused "I'll get an extensive medical checkup within the next two days. Have you any ideas on what I should be looking at?"

Natsuo paused "Nothing concrete as of yet, but potential dehydration and warping of the collagen structure...In essence the structure of your bones, collagen is what gives it shape and density. You might want to increase calcium and water intake. I'll speak to my tutors and I'll let you know."

Enji nodded. Due to his own upbringing, outside of heroics being the true path of those with powerful quirks or determined nature; the second and third acceptable paths were medicine and teaching. "How are this years current first years progressing?"

Harry chuckled "Class 1-A has had more villain interaction than their sister cohort. The classes are…mostly well behaved with a few notable exceptions. One is as explosive in personality as is his quirk and the other one is copycat, intent on antagonising everyone. I cannot speak truthfully of the homeroom teacher the Blood Hero, but I do not particularly care for his biased nature that his class can do no wrong. Thankfully I've got two of my… friends assisting the Blood Hero. Aizawa has Roadblock, it's nothing to do with his quirk but rather his build, and I contend with Shoto and his bunch."

Enji snorted "Just how are you going to deal with the Blood Hero if he gets up in your face?"

Harry smirked "He'll be able to be a hero when I'm finished with him."

Fuyumi fixed her husband a look "What Harry means to say, he'll antagonise the Blood Hero to do something stupid and then he'll capitalise."

(Britain)

"You wanted to see me, Mr. Shacklebolt?" A tall lanky ginger asked as he stood at attention.

"I did Mr. Weasley. I've heard from our Ambassadors in Japan that Baraquiel, Roadblock, Malkavian, Banshee and most recently Athena appearing at Yuei."

"And…correct me if I'm wrong, didn't Baraquiel WILLINGLY leave Britain after you tried to turn him into the Heroic Community of Britain's Poster Boy? Remember, the Germans, the French and the Belgians are still trying to collaborate and file extradicion charges for the mass slaughter of their countrymen. Who were part of a TERRORIST Organisation operating with impunity on British soil." The Redhead snapped back.

Shacklebolt bristled "Now listen here Stratagem, I called you because…"

"I'm the only one of the 'Golden Trio' remaining on British soil. You would've gone for Athena first if she hadn't thought about your next stupid powerplay to save face and skipped. It wouldn't surprise me if the other Defenders got out of England."

"Why didn't you? Stratagem? Your tone evidently indicates you want to."

"I stayed because I'm the only viable option. You're not gonna let Athena or Baraquiel progress despite their gift at being heroes; you won't let them progress because they'd rather do their job and not 'be seen doing something'." Stratagem retorted. He remembered Second Year, he remembered the slightly more fun times like breaking into the cellar and basement of the school for fun. He enjoyed the rambunctious parties, the silly property damage and flirting with the teachers. Like with all good things, he remembered the times he had walked away from his best friend due to jealousy.

Overly emotional red-head with a logically driven quirk…what a paradox. Heck it was only recently whilst working with the Avalon Team and the Camelot Agency had he begun to come into his own. "What is it, Minister? I have a briefing at 13:30 and I can only stretch my lunch-break so far."

"We want you to finish the BRITANNIA Programme and become Captain Britain."

"You want me to complete a half-perfected, black-books, off-the-record and quite definitely illegal supposed super-soldier programme and take up the third most pretentious sounding Heroic Alias in the world?"

"That is exactly what we're asking, Mr. Ronald Weasley, Analytic Hero: Stratagem, He-Who-Organised-The-Final-Defence."

Ron Weasley stared at them…He'd never realised that he'd been recognised as part of the trio but now...and over the past few years he had realised what he contributed. Harry was all the raw power, bravado and fighting spirit; Hermione was the researcher and intelligence gatherer, yes she made plans but it was hard for her to differentiate from knowledge to actual plan. The fact she could outspeak and look Harry in the eye and tell him 'I know what I'm doing' helped and complicated matters. Ron, in his jealousy knew he couldn't compete but when the Death Eaters had attacked them when they had broken into the Department of Mysteries; besieged Hogwarts to assassinate Dumbledore and during the Final Defence his strategies had carried the day.

Ron dug himself out of the memories "I'll decline. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a job to do."

"Send for Draco Malfoy. I promised his father that we would give him an interview. Not the job, an interview."

(Izuku et Al.)

Izuku bent double as Jiro managed to use her earphones to take him off balance before heel-kicking him in the intestines. The heavy amount of saliva and phlegm Izuku exhaled proved that Jiro had hit her mark. "Surrender villain!"

"I give hero. I give." Izuku replied, as Jiro made to 'arrest' him, Izuku effortlessly swept her legs out. Before pressing four very light punches into her. Light enough not to cause a trip to Recovery Girl, but hard enough to leave momentary discolourations.

"I've just haemed your diaphragm, collapsed your ribs and then your throat; leaving you to die in five to ten minutes."

Jiro's eyes widened "Dude! What the actual fuck…where did I go wrong? I was sure I had you."

Izuku smiled at his secret crush. "Er when you had my leg…instead of the leg sweep, if you'd stamped on it or used your quirk and jabbed it into my lower leg you could have 'won', by taking the villain alive. However you merely swept the leg."

Jiro nodded "I have to ask, I mean I know you've all but stated that your quirkless. I have to ask why are you so...ruthless? And don't say Baraquiel-sensei told you to be."

As the duo were talking, Mashirao found himself getting slammed onto his tail by Roadblock. "Love birds, I thought you were training not flirting?" The tailed hero joked as he bounced onto his feet.

Neville smiled appraisingly at the tailed hero "Your forms are good. A little text-book, so reading them is relatively easy. Don't get mad at that, you've spent what five years? Eight years?"

"Closer to fifteen-sensei. When you've got a mutation quirk it gives you an advantage of no surprises."

Neville nodded "You've practised and you've trained but you don't have much combat practise…and I don't count that disaster at the USJ. You look like you've not slept well at all."

Ojiro nodded "It's getting better. But I keep seeing their faces, it's mixed with dreams of me dying or the class dying."

Roadblock sighed "It improves. You were in the right, they were going to kill you. Did you intend to?"

"Never."

"It's manslaughter in self-defence. Trust me, Baraquiel has managed to walk off a murder charge. He said he hadn't intended to kill the man, but admitted that he wanted to harm him. Co-incidentally the person ended up dead, they blamed Baraquiel but Baraquiel had an ironclad alibi he was too busy killing someone else at the other side of the school."

"That's super unmanly though!" Kirishima blurted out.

"Clearly you're one of those who don't listen to Baraquiel's anecdotes or mumblings."

"He never says them in Japanese. English isn't my strongest language, I can get through a British Heroic Article just about. I'm tripping over two or three words."

Banshee smirked "You'll learn. If you want to become a better hero you're gonna have to if you want to be the best."

Jiro stood facing Izuku "Midoriya, you doing anything this weekend?"

Izuku paused, Jiro smirked and she rushed the difference to take the green-headed hero off balance. "Not sure, it is the rehearsal for the reception."

Jiro grunted as she managed to grab Midoriya's fist "Want to meet up after…"

"Jiro, you'd be welcome to attend as Izuku's plus one." A voice called, it was Inko. Izuku froze allowing for the Punk-Rocker to land a heavy stomp onto Izuku's foot, flip him and choke him with the boys neck on her knee.

"That'd...be...great. Jiro...I...give!" Wheezed Izuku.