Smoke 18

Minerva McGonagall was no stranger to alarms going off. She sat up, however, she heard a door open and slam shut. Judging by the footfalls it was Dean Thomas. She heard the door open and another set of footsteps and the door shut.

Dean's eyes were wide as he looked at Harry, who was leaning nonchalantly against the side of the door. Dean let Harry in "We weren't…"

"Expecting me until at least later this morning…when your Teacher wakes you up at 5am…you tend to not be able to sleep. Anyway, it's good to see you."

Dean nodded "You not coming back has completely changed the face of the school. Harry, I've got no right…"

"I was going to be on half-term suspension…Madame Bones had managed to argue that whilst what I did was not breaking any laws on Quirks, the fact a pair of infamous security workers at Azkaban found harassing me…that doesn't add up."

Dean nodded "You'd take the wrap at a half-term suspension…come in after half-term and no one's the wiser. However, you've got the Headmaster…"

"I was the secondary target. Fuck was after Dumbledore. Dumbledore turned my Suspension into Expulsion." Harry explained as He put the kettle on.

Dean nodded, he was fucking dumbfounded "I was expecting that to be a lot harder than I thought."

"My girlfriend would kill me if I thought about screwing you." Dean flushed as Harry grinned.

"You…have a girlfriend. How'd that happen?"

Harry chuckled "Secret…anyway…Morning McGonagall-Sensei."

"Mr Potter, it is good to see you." McGonagall stated.

Harry pulled out three mugs and made the tea. He even kept his vape and cigarettes away. "Your taste for tea has improved."

"I have some interesting friends. One of whom happens to be an overly generous Heiress; a sweetheart but slightly naive at times." Harry replied.

"I know you're probably dying for a cigarette…"

"I'm not…due to certain practices at UA, I'm no longer needing to smoke like a chimney. I will be smoking later this morning. I'm only here this early just so I can touch base with you. I know you're reporting back to the Headmaster, Professor, I want you to quote me on this 'I'M NOT GOING BACK TO HOGWARTS'. I don't care if it's what Britain wants…they should have thought of that before deciding to drag me through the fucking mud."

McGonagall nodded "Do you have words for the Minister if he decides to intervene?"

Harry paused "Roadless Camelot." McGonagall's eyes widened.

"You've mastered your Inferno Cannon?" McGonagall didn't particularly like Harry's signature move, but she would admit that during the Quad-Wizard Tournament, it had been a spectacle.

"Not mastered Inferno Cannon. IC is a derivative of my signature. My Signature has been and always will be Choking Anthem." Choking Anthem caused Harry to expel vast amounts of smoke as either a blinding technique or a means to close the distance, coupled with his ability to reabsorb said smoke and then emit it again, he could build up the mass and density of the smoke before he could use it to begin to fight fire with fire. Inferno Cannon was the first and only choice of offence at ranged that was.

"Roadless Camelot is?"

"Barrage of Inferno Cannons…I ripped it from a game." Harry replied with a grin, it wasn't his fault that video games were a plethora of ideas and inspirations for his techniques, coupled with his inherited quirks from One For All 2.0 he had a lot of ideas.

McGonagall also knew three generations of Potters, and had been teaching the second. They were all cut from the same cloth. "I have a question, Mr. Potter."

"I reserve the right to say 'I don't know', but ask."

"I heard there was an event on today? For the next three days, what is it exactly? How would I be able to enter the Hogwarts Students into it?"

Harry let out a breath "The UA Sports Festival. Three days of events for the Three Years of UA. Day 1 is Year 1 etc. Although there are some events that can have all three years in such as pageant event…I…think, I think the Principle has already entered the Hogwarts Students, you're with us for a Term meaning they're going to have the same days as I will…the Staff brought with Hogwarts are less going to be Teachers and more Homeroom Teachers, that's what I think but I don't rightly know. I also have a feeling that I'm going to be the tourguide for all of you."

"You have some concerns?"

"A few. I am not going to pick a fight with Malfoy or anyone who disagrees with me; I'm the transfer student I need to set an example…However, I need all of these muppets, aside from Dean, I need them to work with me."

Dean nodded "I'll get them to behave."

"Mr. Thomas, if I get any complaints about your Zabiniya being used you will be…"

"At Aizawa-sensei's disposal for the duration of your trip. Dean, Aizawa is AMAZING and you know I don't voice anything like that about teachers. Professor, you can call it detention…Dean, it's going to be in…valuable."

"Nice save. Anyway, the rest are going to be waking up soon…so shall we make breakfast?" Dean suggested.

Harry scowled at his housemate "I cook. The rest of you clean."

The stereo was turned on and the sound of music began to play. Whoever had been asleep during the exchange were beginning to stir as the smell of food began to waft through the house. The first to descend was Seamus with Neville on his heels "Harry!" Seamus exclaimed before pulling the Smoker into a hug "I never thought Fudge would be that stupid."

"Thank Dumbledore…" Before he could greet Neville, Harry was taken off his feet as Lavender, Parvarti and Hermione dogpiled him.

"Seamus…save the bacon!" Ron boomed.

Eventually, the food was served Harry sighed as he began to chow down on his second breakfast. "That's…a lot of meat and eggs you're consuming." Pavarti stated.

Harry nodded "Heat quirks can be modified based on diet…protein equals hotter and better flames…or better smoke. Gotta jump-start the circuit somehow without having a cig. Aizawa and RG have explained some…viable alternatives. For the event coming up, I'm going for a more protein-based smoke."

McGonagall cleared her throat softly "Mr. Potter."

"Please, Professor, call me by my birthname. I'm not technically a student at Hogwarts."

"Harry, I received your HUD footage from a combat scenario." Harry paused.

"Ah…yes…Pavarti, Lavender…Sorry but…your helmet you made for me kind of…broke."

Parvati and Lavender looked at him "We made that to help you through to Seventh Year…although admittedly it was more designed to keep you alive through the Quad-Hero Tournament. How did it break?"

"Several All-Might full-force punches into the head…delivered from a brain-dead creature that was once human. He had multiple quirks shunted into his body, it was designed to kill All Might. All Might wasn't there…"

"You…took on a Monster…why does that not surprise us? Next you're going to tell us that your already monstrous quirk has awoken." Ron stated after swallowing ng his mouthful.

Harry smiled at that "Turns out I'm…involved in yet another crisis. Hermione, Seamus, Neville…I need you to find out everything you can on parasitic and symbiotic quirks, specifically in the area of giving and taking quirks."

The Gryffindors looked at Harry with blank expressions. Surprisingly, Pavarti broke the silence: "I'm going to need a lot of materials if I'm going to be building you a suit to maximise your ridiculous output and minimise your wastage. Furthermore, I need to see what you can do."

"You're going to want to convince Kyouka that you're not trying to steal me…you'd love her. All of you guys would."

At that moment his phone went off.

"Harry…where are you? We were meant to meet for breakfast this morning."

Harry paused "So sorry about that…you know that insufferable problem I was going to be roped into dealing with?"

"Old School…they've arrived? Where are you?"

"Last night. Sensei woke me up at 5am, some bollocks about…"

"He turned up to grill you on something that you may or may not have done and to check in on said someone. Tell your friends I'm coming to meet them."

"What the fuck have you done?" Dean asked "I can speak, read and write Japanese better than the others and…I'm shocked that…oh wait, you got expelled and were hoping for a clean break."

Hermione stared at Harry like he'd slapped her! "Why! You do…"

"Hermione…enough. I don't want to really be here discussing this. I don't give a flying mochi about your theories or deep belief that the 'adults know best'. I'd rather put a Volcano Cannon into my head than allow anyone from Britain tell me what I can do." Harry growled.

"Enough." A voice cut in. The Gryffindors turned to see a young woman, huffing on a vape, purple hair and black eyes wearing a tracksuit.

"Smoke…take your chill pills. Get as high as you can without incapacitating yourself. There was group call just now…I'm not going to tell you…"

"Kyouka…You lot, Class 1-A…are going to force my hand. I don't know how, I don't need to know. All I have for this headsup is a genuine 'thank you' and 'don't tell…do it'. I've laid my gauntlet down, I was waiting for you to pick it up." Harry replied grinning.

"You wanted to meet the loonies who I lived with and cooked for."

Seamus chuckled "Kyouka, right?" Kyouka nodded "I'm Seamus, these fine morons, including your boyfriend are part of the Chivalrous and Brave House of Gryffindor."

The deadpan stare the purple-haired rocker gave the Irish Hero in Training caused snorts and sniggers from the rest "Oh the house of go, go, go? Meeting you…suddenly resolves a lot of answers about my boyfriend."

Ron grinned "He told you any of the…fun stuff we've done?"

"Fun stuff…terrorising my cousin who bridge-german suplexes him through her homework and table? Or maybe the time you, Granger and He broke into your school's basement, where he ended up fighting the man who killed his parents? Or the time he takes an assisted flight out of the dormitory window?"

The assembled fifth years nodded "We still have some good ones for you." Kyouka's grin resembled Harry's. McGonagall looked at her troublesome pupil and smirked.

"I'll give you some from when he was but a bairn."

"McGonagool-sensei?" Kyouka began mildly butchering the name.

"You may call me G-sensei. Only you. A bairn means baby."

Harry paled "My reputation is ruined." He muttered.

Kyouka chuckled "Your reputation never stood a chance. Although, I am looking forward to seeing you fight all 40 of us."

"Harry fighting 40 people? If you allow us to make a betting pool and make your costume can you get us front row seats? I'm Patil Pavarti." Parvati squealed.

"Gryffindors…you need to get your allocated sports uniform as you're about to participate in the UA Festival." McGonagall instructed.

Similar discussions meanwhile were being held in the other three houses, unbeknown to Harry; Izuku, Ochako, Bakugo, Yaoyorozu, Todoroki and Ashido were meeting the others. Izuku and Yaoyorozu were meeting with the Ravenclaws, Ochako and Ashido meeting the Hufflepuffs and Todoroki and Bakugo met with the Slytherins.

It took some cajoling from Izuku, Ochako and Shoto but between those three, they managed to get their respective houses over towards the massive stadium that was going to hold the UA Festival. "Who is liaising with the Gryffindors, Midoriya?" Theodore Nott asked curiously.

"Smoke…I think. At least that's the most logical option." Nott momentarily paused in his tracks.

"Potter is here…that's odd."

"It is. Look, Nott-san, please, for today will you be civil with him? When he found out that his…"

"Peer group?" Daphne suggested softly. She liked the green-haired teen. His harshness was nearly hidden by his facade of overly eager helpfulness.

"Agriato…thanks. Greengrass-san. When Smoke found out all of you were coming, he looked like he was going to have a fit. He even broke down the majority of his interactions with everyone outside of his immediate group; he realises…"

"He realises what Midoriya?" Harry asked as he joined them, his eyes wandered over the Slytherins.

"That as bad as antagonistic as they were to you, you shouldn't have retaliated as often as you did. I might be putting words into…"

"My mouth, you are, Midoriya. Don't worry, I'll…attempt to kick your ass around for that at a later date. House Slytherin, it is refreshing to see you again."

Nott chuckled "It's good to see you as well Potter. I know we don't see eye-to-eye at all, but, we're going to be here for the foreseeable future…I'm hoping that…" He paused, his eyes widened as Smoke, normally noted as the most Gryffindor of Gryffindor the Captain Britain before everything happened…the future Number One British Hero held his hand out to shake his own.

"We can potentially be able to if not be friends but be civil if not friendly towards one another; I know I've been prickly, standoffish, and probably downright humiliating towards you and I offer no excuses for it."

Daphne snorted "What was your reasoning, then?"

"I grew up in essence a slave…that's taken a long time to come to terms with, I still am. Then I had my inheritance dumped on me as subtly as a building falling, then everyone in the Heroics Community expecting me to act a certain way, people saying they can 'help me find the right way'. So many messages, offers, insinuations…I made the wrong the choices, said the wrong things out of ignorance and retaliated recklessly out of proportion towards what was in essence barbed banter and less harmful bullying." Harry replied as he watched the Greengrass Heiress for her response.

"I can understand that. Malfoy however…"

Harry sighed "Let's…get going. We've got to get you fitted for clothing, then find your homeroom classrooms, find your teachers and then I've got to get to class myself. Then the festival starts, there's a lot of pomp and circumstance to go through so…don't do this for me, do it for the School you have the privilege to represent."

"How do we represent Hogwarts Potter?" Drawled Malfoy from his position at the back of the group.

"Excelsior. Malfoy, Excelsior."

Malfoy nodded, Potter was right. In that monologue, Malfoy began to realise that He and Potter were cut from the same cloth, both had expectations piled on them since birth; although he'd realised that he'd grown up with them. It stung when Potter had rejected his handshake and offer, it was warming to know that Potter knew that he had retaliated out of hand. It also stung to realise that he had intentionally started his fair share of these arguments, and Potter had only returned the experience. He remembered how beaten his Godfather had been when he'd dropped by to visit parents. He had an unknown amount of time here, he would be damned to not attempt to at least become civil with Potter. "Potter…"

"Yes, Malfoy?" There was no hostility, maybe, a hint of curiosity in his childhood foes voice.

"After this event…maybe, can we talk? Just you and me? I feel like we need to clear the air, our initial…"

Ron's face began to turn red "Ron…stand down, shut up, in fact don't even breath if you can't be civil. You are all here to represent Hogwarts, I can't. I'm your fucking liason and translator, you fuck up then I get fucked up. I'm your Senpai…your senior…it's my fucking job to teach you lot the ropes here. In fact every single one of you Hogwarts Students are my responsibility…do you all understand that?" Harry growled.

More than a few students bristled at that "Cancer!" Snarled Bakugo.

"Yes?"

"Can I kill one of these fuckwit extras?"

"No to 'all dead' but…calm your jets, secrete your sweat and in fact…you know our deal?"

"The one where you an I go at each other…with no repercussions?"

Harry nodded, Bakugo nodded "Closing Festival fight…an exhibition match. We'll both be fucking tired and worn out…"

"More discipline than anything. You're fucking on. I still want to go at you full gas though."

"First joint hero class…all the knuckleheads you want against all the knuckleheads I want." Harry replied.

"All you and your peers against both Hero Classes." Bakugo countered before throwing his hand out. Harry shook it.

"Remind me to have you over for a meat night and a Sunday Buffet." Bakugo paused, he'd seen the bentos that Smoke had brought in and they looked fucking delicious.

"Add a bento and you've got a deal. I like my food spicy!"

Harry nodded "I'll make something extra spicy, you might need to bring your own spices…I'm spice resilient but not immune."

"Says the one guy who eats ghost-reaper sauce burritos." Dean murmured, that along with Jamaican Chicken were his two main contributions to cooking.

"Harry's got a sweet ass Kiribachi grill that he's dying to use."

That got the Hogwarts Students aside from the Gryffindors, who were used to Harry cooking for the House "Harry, you cook, we'll tidy up." Hermione stated.

"Shouldn't it…" Began Anthony Goldstein.

"Harry's got enough feeding forty-plus people, the least we can do is help him tidy up." Todoroki stated, he had learned quickly from Natsuo, who helped clean up after his sister cooked. The Half-Hot Half-Cold user had only met the Hogwarts Heroes in Training recently and he was quietly impressed, a few of them had some serious training with their Quirks whilst the rest needed improvements; the fact they were here maybe it was because they were Smoke's Peers or maybe they were talented, it remained to be seen.

Vlad King was waiting for them with Power Loader and a hoard of robots "Hogwarts, students? Boys to the Right and Girls to the Left. You all have a choice, blue and white of UA or House Colours?"

It was a no-brain decision. The Liason Team managed to find a room big enough for all of the Hogwarts Students and left them in the care of Midnight. Harry couldn't help but snigger as Midnight shot him a look that should have killed him, before effortlessly made the transfer students putty in her hands.

Soon enough every student participating in the Festival assembled in the centre of the stadium as Heroes and people with tickets cheered and roared as they presented themselves to the crowd. "Will, Bakugo Katsuki please make the address to the crowd." Boomed Mic from the commentary booth.