A Wizard's Second Academia
AN: I don't own Harry Potter or MHA.
Harry Potter thought his life couldn't get any more bizarre. That was a false statement. After his final confrontation with Voldemort, the young wizard is thrown into a world where magic and wizardry don't exist, but instead, superheroes and abilities that are dubbed quirks do.
As if going through a problematic and traumatic high school once is not enough, he is forced to attend another one with a different education system. Let's just hope he has a normal school year this time! Good luck, Harry!
Note: This is my first Harry Potter story, and I hope you guys are patient with me on this. This is also an AU from Deathly Hallows to change things up. Please enjoy!
Quick AN: This chapter was edited on 7/5/24 to fix the grammar and add a few additional dialogue lines to improve the flow of the scenes.
Prologue
A Quirky Beginning
Green eyes began to open as a splash of water flowed down his face.
He wasn't sure if he should even be alive at this moment.
Harry Potter woke up with a sharp pain in his forehead. His senses were starting to come back to him painfully as a bludger hit him.
That wasn't new to him. "Urgh, my head," Harry groaned, wearily opening his eyes.
Surveying his surroundings through the lenses of his broken glasses, he first noticed water trickling down from a drain. He found himself in a field adjacent to a building, his gaze drawn to bugs emerging from beneath the soil.
As Harry raised his right arm, the pain surged back, but he persisted in rising from where he lay. His only thought was to locate his wand.
"Damn, where is it?" Harry said, searching in his pockets, then began looking on the ground, scanning for it.
Catching it on sight, Harry was surprised but was happy upon realizing what it was.
His Holly Phoenix Feather wand. It… was fixed. He couldn't believe it.
Relieving his problems, Harry sighed and found the wand he first bought at eleven.
Thank Merlin! He was relieved to see it repaired in his safe hands upon waking. Draco's wand was no longer relevant in this predicament. Could it be that his wand had replaced the original upon his awakening?
As Harry's right hand clasped his wand, the magical sensation emanating from its core caused a glow that illuminated his green eyes, even through his cracked glasses. Joy spread across his face, content to be reunited with what felt like a part of himself once more.
Taking one last look at his surroundings, Harry noticed a bag on the muddy field.
It was a mokeskin pouch, a gift given to him on his seventeenth birthday. Hagrid presented him with the pouch.
Harry strolled over and carefully lifted the bag. How could it have almost slipped his mind? This pouch was one of the final keepsakes he had to commemorate his last birthday with friends and family.
Harry will never forget the kind-hearted half-giant who rescued him from the Dursleys' servitude and introduced him to the Wizarding World.
Harry hoped to Merlin that Hagrid was okay, along with his other loved ones.
He will never forget that day. The last time there was peace before Voldemort, and his death eaters came to ruin the evening.
Taking a page from Hermione's book, Harry remembered the most useful spell in a time like this.
"Oculus Reparo." Harry cast it on his glasses, fixing them into a better condition.
Once more, he found himself grateful to Hermione for her help.
Harry shook his head, knowing he couldn't dwell on the memories any longer. He wondered… Where was he?
Was he still in Britain? Or anywhere near the survey? His green eyes shut themselves down as the raven-haired wizard silently cursed to himself. Merlin, why could he get a break for once in his life?
There had to be a logical explanation for this. Where else could he have been?
Alright, Harry knew he couldn't panic here. He had to think. He had to be near civilization, so maybe he could ask for directions there.
Grabbing the pouch and placing the wand in his pocket, the former Gryffindor walked out of the field and continued to walk until he found a place filled with civilization.
Bloody Hell, he didn't think it would ever end.
After what felt like an eternity, Harry arrived at a place where buildings were adorned with exceedingly bright signs. They were almost too luminous. Wait, since when did Britain have all these signs? The writing, the language on them, Harry couldn't make any sense of it.
All of this appeared foreign to the young wizard. Was he back in Surrey or somewhere else?
"Where on Earth am I?!" Harry questioned, looking around like a headless chicken.
This started to give Harry flashbacks to his first use of the Floo Network at the Weasley's Burrow, which transported him to Diagon Alley without setting foot outside.
The initial attempt could have been more successful.
This was becoming peculiar, even for him. A sinking sensation started to settle in his stomach, almost forcing the breath from his lungs.
Where was he?
This location was far from London, but that was different from what captured Harry's attention. It was the appearance of the people around him. To the young wizard, some looked... unusual.
Not that he was judging; after all, he was an exception himself.
Yet, he felt compelled to remark on it—on how these individuals seemed as though they had stepped out of a fairytale. Harry himself dwelled in such a world. One man bore spikes protruding from his head; another woman possessed animalistic features, nearly resembling a bird with a beak for a mouth, yet she retained human-like qualities.
Some individuals looked as if they had stepped out of a comic book. Some were so eccentric they seemed to belong in an animated film. Among the pedestrians, he observed a few who resembled bulls, and one even bore a striking resemblance to a frog.
What? Muggles were now the particular ones? Since when?
Harry shook his head, realizing that there was a better time to get distracted. He needed to stay focused on the task. He could ponder on that later once he completes step one of his new plan.
That plan was to find a way home to London—his version of London, as he had hoped.
Upon arriving at the street, he noticed people conversing in a foreign language, some casting peculiar glances his way. A dark-haired, burly man in a business suit caught his attention; he seemed like someone who could assist in locating his destination.
Great! He could help the raven-haired Gryffindor with any information.
Harry walked over to where the man was and began to ask a question, hoping the man could help him.
"Hello. Excuse me, sir. Do you know where we are?" The former schoolboy asked politely.
"Wa! Anata no itte iru koto ga rikai dekimasen. Gakkō ni ikubeki janai no, gaki?!" The man shouted before leaving the former Gryffindor in confusion.
"What the… bloody hell?!" Harry exclaimed in anguish.
At least, that was helpful. He knew it wasn't English, for sure. Chinese? Japanese? Whatever it was, it didn't help Harry in the slightest. He had no clue what the man had just spoken to him.
"Damn it."Harry cursed to himself.
Harry observed a woman with gray hair, clad in a purple blouse and white skirt, engaged in conversation through a device she held — presumably a phone. He hoped that this encounter would yield some answers.
"Hello. Huh, miss. If you can understand me, can you please tell me what area this is?" The raven-haired wizard asked again in a polite manner.
The woman turned to face the young wizard with the phone in her right hand. "Jizoku suru." The woman spoke as she set her phone on the side of her right shoulder. "Watashi ga dare ka to hanashite iru no ga miemasu ka?! Naze anata wa ima gakkō no inai nodesu ka. Anata no ryōshin wa doko ni iru no?!"
Harry was still in disbelief. The woman's shrill tone now reminded him of his aunt. He walked away slowly as she kept shouting at him.
Harry kept going and had gotten his distance away from where the woman was. Okay, it's official. He was no longer in Kansas anymore—a long way from home, for that matter.
The young wizard was confused at this point. So far, everything needed to be clarified. Where did Voldemort send him? Where was the sadistic loony?
The last time he saw the serpent-visaged bastard was during their assault on the castle, a desperate bid to confront the dark lord. Following the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry and his allies retreated into seclusion, strategizing for a conclusive strike to terminate Voldemort's tyranny. The Aurors, alongside the surviving Hogwarts students, united for an incursion on Riddle Manor, engaging the dark lord in mortal combat.
Voldemort made one final attempt to create a Horcrux, employing a ritual involving the Hallows, including the Elder Wand. Weakened by the destruction of six of his Horcruxes, Voldemort found his magical abilities significantly diminished.
Harry possessed an emergency portkey for dire situations, which would transport him and Voldemort directly to the Ministry of Magic, where Aurors could quickly encircle the Dark Lord.
He engaged in a final duel with the deranged wizard, vying for control of the Elder Wand. They exchanged cutting curses and jinxes; each spell met with a swift counter. As their magic clashed, it seemed to tear the very fabric of the world, disrupting a ritual, and the world was bathed in a sudden flash of light. He could not let the man responsible for so much chaos and suffering—the architect of his recent anguish and pain—prevail. He had to be stopped, once and for all.
Suddenly, he found himself teleported to a field surrounded by small buildings, feeling terrible and encircled by muggles speaking an unfamiliar language.
Once again, the notorious Potter Luck makes its appearance. Quite the spectacle, wasn't it?
Could Voldemort be in the same vicinity? He and the serpentine villain were the sole occupants of the room after the portkey malfunctioned, disrupting Voldemort's ritual.
Harry suddenly gains an idea in his head. Of course, why didn't he think of this sooner? Quickly hiding in an empty alleyway, Harry had begun his first phase of the plan.
Grabbing the mokeskin pouch, his hand began searching for any items that could help him. Looking deeper into the pouch, his fingers felt the presence of a shape in the bag.
"Got it!" Harry cheered.
Extracted from the pouch was an artifact, cracked at its center. It was a distinctive piece that Harry had preserved after discovering it concealed within The Golden Snitch.
It was the Resurrection Stone, the object that allowed him to speak to his parents and Godfather.
Harry was aware that using this object was prohibited. He despised resorting to such a measure, yet he saw no alternative. He recalled discarding it following a discussion with his loved ones. Nevertheless, the following day, the ring materialized in his hand.
Sliding the ring onto his index finger, Harry uttered a name that could offer guidance in such times: "Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore." To his surprise, Harry recalled the headmaster's full name with ease.
Nothing happened. There was no shadow or image of the old goat in sight. Harry felt his heart rate increase and was getting a little nervous. Dumbledore, even dead, would always share words of comfort with Harry for a situation he was facing.
"Okay. Sirius Orion Black." Harry called next, hoping he could see his GodFather again.
Once again, nothing.
Harry shook his head in frustration. "Damn it. Lily Potter. James Potter." Harry attempted to summon his parents.
The same result occurred the third time in a row.
"Severus Snape!" Harry shouted the name of the former potions teacher.
Nothing again. He and Snape weren't exactly best mates, but in the man's last moments, he knew that he was an ally to him.
The man died, redeeming himself for a noble cause.
"Remus Lupin! Nymphadora Tonks! Come on, Tonks! That name always irritates you! Scold me for using it!" Harry pleaded to one of his friend's graves.
"Alastor Moody! Mad-Eye! Fred Weasley! Anybody!" Harry struggled to call out to the rest of his fallen comrades, anyone who could aid him at this time.
After numerous tries, Harry resolved to give up. This was the confirmation he needed. Harry realized he was no longer at home.
No, no, no. This couldn't be possible. This had to be a dream. A sick, twisted one, for that matter.
Harry begins to question himself. Was he in a different world, perhaps? This was a more significant dilemma than he initially thought.
No, Harry was determined not to give up. He had come too far, from destroying Horcruxes to escaping death for the seventh time and engaging in a life-or-death battle with Voldemort. He refused to let this situation overwhelm him.
Searching in his mokeskin pouch, Harry dug his hand in, hoping for another unique item that would come in handy in this.
"Ah, here it is!" Harry exclaimed happily.
Taking his hand out, a potion appeared in Harry's hand—the potion he had to thank his former potions teacher for.
Professor Slughorn would be proud of him for this.
Felix Felicis, the potion Harry recalls brewing in his sixth year at Hogwarts, proved to be invaluable, especially with the assistance of the Half-Blood Prince's notes at such a critical moment.
"Well, bottoms up," Harry said to himself.
Opening the bottle, Harry brought the potion to his lips and drank it in one go.
A confident sense appeared, bringing Harry's spirits up. Alright! Now he was getting somewhere!
"Well then, on we go," Harry announced positively, placing the ring in his pocket and walking off in the distance to find answers.
Half an hour later, Harry checked out at the closest hotel he could find. Thanks to a hypnosis spell, Harry was able to check into a room without detecting anything suspicious.
Harry was wracked with guilt for casting the Imperius Curse on a worker, yet he understood the necessity of his actions. As he sat on the hotel bed, lost in thought, he sought information. And what better way to obtain it than by watching the news?
Taking a look at the T.V., this was one version Harry didn't recollect seeing. Even when he lived with the Dursleys, whenever Harry would get a chance to watch it, that is, it didn't appear like the one Harry had in his room.
'Was this a new model?' Harry questioned himself.
Nevertheless, Harry knew there were bigger things to worry about. Searching in his mokeskin bag, Harry found a wrapped-up sandwich that Mrs. Weasley had prepared for his well-being before the raid against Voldemort began.
It wasn't just Mrs. Weasley's food; but Harry also packed a few items before his confrontation with Voldemort.
In his mokeskin bag, he carried dragonhide gloves from Charlie Weasley, a dark gray-green set of basilisk attire, and a wizard's robe. Tucked alongside these items were his Firebolt broomstick and a silky fabric that turned out to be his invisibility cloak, a present from his old professor, Dumbledore.
A wistful smile crossed Harry's face as he realized his father had been the original owner of one of the magical relics. It was one of Ignotus Peverell's treasures, handed down through each generation of his descendants.
He also kept a photo album after his first year at Hogwarts and the golden snitch, which hid the Resurrection Stone.
Two of the hallows he had while Voldemort had the third one. And he could be anywhere to wherever the snake-faced git had just sent the both of them to.
Harry sighed with great stress as he knew he couldn't let the murderer of so many people get away. For now, he needed to discover what his current location was.
Switching on the TV, Harry bit into his sandwich and flipped through the channels, seeking information about his surroundings. As he browsed, he noticed that the channels he was viewing seemed to be Japanese networks.
Wait, Japan? Oh, bugger, he was in Japan?!
That would explain the language barrier he faced earlier when he spoke to those two muggles on the street.
Harry needed to become more proficient in the language as he seldom met someone who said it.
Looking at the T.V. guide, Harry gained an idea. Grabbing his wand from the nightstand, Harry pointed it at his temple and proceeded to cast the spell.
He owed Fleur his gratitude for teaching him the spell. As the magic took hold, Harry closed his eyes; when he opened them again, he gazed at the TV guide. Fortunately, he could now comprehend the language with ease.
God, he loved magic.
Shortly after the spell took effect, Harry settled on his bed and proceeded to browse through various channels, seeking any information that might be useful to him.
There had to be something that could assist him on his peculiar journey. Anything at all—a clue, a name, any piece of information that would be worth remembering for the future.
While watching the news of crimes happening in the city where he was currently located, that wasn't the biggest surprise that caught Harry's attention—the fact that there were actual superheroes who existed there.
Superheroes? Here in Japan? Does… that mean… wizards don't exist here? Those characters from a bunch of Muggle comic books?
Alright, now Harry was living in the loony bin.
No, there was no way… but was that a possibility? Were there superheroes back in Britain? Well, in this version of Britain, hypothetically, he meant.
This was getting unbelievable, even by Harry's standards.
But come on, there must be an explanation for all of this. Wasn't there a Japanese Ministry of Magic around these parts? There had to be some way of contact wherever Voldemort sent him.
On second thought, that wasn't even a possibility. How could the young sorcerer even contact anyone if there was no magic in the sight?
The more the former Hogwarts student pondered over his new predicament, the more frustration it would bring.
With a sigh, Harry switched off the television and started changing into his pajamas, opting for a white shirt and black shorts. Preparing for bed, he resolved to set aside his worries for another time. A good night's sleep, he reasoned, would provide him the clarity and focus needed to decide on his next steps.
With a simple wave of his wand, Harry turned off the light, placed the wand on the counter beside his bed, and pulled the hotel blanket over himself, ready for sleep, his thoughts, his only company.
He longed to reunite with his friends and comrades from the Wizarding World. He was determined not to let their story end here, having pledged his life to a promise made to them. Yet, there remained one other matter to consider.
He wondered how everyone else was doing.
The next day, after casting a few enhancements, the hotel room was cleaned. Harry casts a powerful notice-me-not charm and successfully snuck out of the hotel without any detection, only resorting to nicking food from the hotel's dining area, aided by his invisibility cloak and several deceptive spells. Indeed, his actions bordered on criminal, but he was left with little choice. It was his sole means of survival in the unknown realm to which Voldemort had banished him.
Plus, when was the chance he could get this quality of morning food at a hotel with high-budget breakfast again?
Harry soon left the hotel and went off to a part of the city where he was currently located, Musutafu, which was the name Harry remembered correctly.
Harry ascended to the top of a tall building, where he began to admire the view of the city while munching on a piece of toast.
He was still coming to terms with the fact that wizards and witches might not exist in this place. Instead, superheroes and villains are the central figures here.
Could his magic be considered one of the quirks that have been the topic of discussion here? If so, it would imply that he is not the only one possessing unique abilities.
Harry stopped in his train of thought as he noticed smoke coming from a few buildings in front of his eyes.
'What on Earth…' Harry thought to himself.
Before Harry could get another chance to think, a loud explosion abrupted, causing a stir in his current area. The smoke begins to increase after the second tremor hits. Something was wrong; Harry began to frown. Should he get involved? They were heroes here, right? So, should he just stay behind the sidelines?
He could hear Hermione's voice ringing in his head, reminding him of his saving people thing. That was a strength but weakness Harry had carried with him after attending Hogwarts for the first time.
The blast triggered additional tremors. The young wizard let out a sigh, aware that Hermione would reprimand him for interfering, yet it was his nature to be involved.
He was reluctant to admit it, but he knew his friend was correct. It irked him whenever she was right. With a loud crack, Harry vanished from the tall building and proceeded to do what he excelled at—drawing attention to himself.
Upon arriving at the scene, Harry's immediate attention was drawn to a fire. A vivid, intense blaze was wreaking havoc in the streets, with pedestrians witnessing the unfolding pandemonium before them.
Why isn't anyone taking action regarding this incident? Where are the heroes during such chaotic times? His question was met with an answer in the form of a bizarre spectacle.
In front of the chaos, a monster. A sludge-like monster that appeared to have a face with rotten teeth and its form was displaying a gross shape, bending its body in twisted ways.
The creature's bizarre appearance took Harry aback. 'Bloody hell… is that a monster?'
Harry needed to figure out what this thing was in the first place. For someone who encountered strange beings on multiple occasions, this was different from any type of mythical creature he had experienced in his Hogwarts years.
Several people wearing unordinary uniforms surrounded the beast, standing there like they were caught in headlights.
There was a man, dressed like a tree as he began to use some kind of branch enhancement ability, attempting to get a hold of the monster.
Additionally, there was a woman with blonde hair donned in a purple, skin-tight suit adorned with orange trimmings, sporting two faux horns atop her head. However, what truly captured Harry's attention was not her attire but her towering stature, akin to a giant, as she stood between two buildings. Could she be a distant relative of Hagrid?
The colossal lady made an effort to walk towards where the sludge creature was but was prevented due to her massive size, as she couldn't get anywhere near the monster.
Thanks to the language spell he cast last night, Harry can now comprehend conversations with improved clarity.
"There's nothing I can do about it! Our quirks are useless against this guy!"
"Stand down! Someone with a better-suited quirk will show up to help us!"
"Where's All Might?!"
Quirks. All Might. Those were the subjects Harry remembered hearing about in the hotel room from last night. Quirks were the primary abilities used here.
This realization confirms a disheartening truth for him: magic does not exist in this realm. Could it be that these quirks are a form of compensation for its absence?
A loud laugh interrupted the wizard's thoughts.
"Hahahaha! Back off! Or I'll kill the brat here!" The sludge creature proclaimed.
An intense rush fuels Harry right when he hears the green creature's words. Looking through the smoke, his eyes caught sight of a young man trapped there.
Shit. So, that's why these heroes are hesitant to confront this monster. He had a boy as his hostage.
His inner Gryffindor was beckoning. Indeed, Hermione was correct about him; he was reverting to his old ways.
Whether it was a new world or not, Harry couldn't just stand there any longer. He had to take action; he needed to be the Gryffindor from the Wizarding World.
Just as Harry grasped his phoenix-feather wand, the green-eyed Gryffindor noticed a newcomer dashing toward the creature. A boy with dark green hair, who appeared to be about close to his age, was racing toward the beast that had taken a hostage.
"Kacchan!" The boy screamed for his friend.
No! What was this kid thinking?! Harry immediately took hold of his wand, put his black hood on, and prepared to do his thing like always.
The green-haired boy continued to pull with all his strength, hoping he would achieve something.
"Deku… What the hell… are you doing?!"
"It looked like you… needed saving," the boy said with a forced smile.
Right as the sludge villain moved one of its arms to whack the boy away, a loud cracking sound was heard.
"Huh?!"
Its arm was met with an invisible force, seemingly a shield protecting the green-haired from the monster's attack.
Harry apparated in front of the green-haired boy, using the shield charm as the sludge villain's eyes widened in surprise.
Grabbing the boy's right arm, Harry apparated to get the kid out of harm's way.
Teleporting far from the chaos, Harry and the curly-haired boy he just saved were back where the crowd was located.
"Huh?" The boy questioned, looking around his surroundings.
"Are you okay? You're not injured, are you?" Harry asked, very concerned.
"Ye… yeah, I am. What just happened? What quirk did you just use?!" The green-haired boy asked out of curiosity.
Quirk. There was that word that Harry heard again. What could Harry say? That he had magic instead? That would just make the situation more complicated.
Unwilling to waste further time, Harry opted to tell a white lie to avoid drawing attention to himself. "It's... a special kind I possess," Harry said in a fluent, foreign tongue, mentally thanking Fleur once more for the spell. "But enough about me; it's time to get you out of here and let me deal with this."
"But my friend, Kacchan, is there. I need to help him! If I don't, who else will?!" The boy spoke in a worrying tone, reminding the Gryffindor of his courageous side.
Harry shared a small smile underneath his hood, knowing this boy would have been a great selection in Gryffindor.
It reminded him of the times when Ron or Hermione were in trouble, especially during the Triwizard Tournament. He would always find an excuse to save his dearest friends now.
"Don't worry, I'll get your friend to safety. In the meantime, I need you to leave and call for help from the authorities here." Harry promised reassuringly.
The green-haired boy looked hesitant at first but then nodded his head, agreeing with the hooded man.
Harry turns his head to face the roaring fire that was behind a couple of inches. Harry once again apparated in front of where the creature was and appeared shocked at the wizard's sudden entrance.
"What sort of creature are you? Is there… a name for your species?" Harry inquired curiously.
The sludge creature widened its eyes out of the offense. "Me?! Do you dare mock me with that name like that?! Like I'm some kind of animal?! I'm only the greatest villain ever born!" The sludge creature proclaimed out of the madness.
And Harry thought Voldemort was a self-ego maniac. "Yeah, and I'm the Queen of England. If you don't want to tell me, that's fine, I suppose." Harry spoke without a care in the world as he lifted his wand to cast a stunner, which managed to hit the creature in the eye, being angry in the process.
"Who are you?! Some kind of pro-hero?!" The sludge creature questions with an aggressive tone.
Harry didn't say anything to the sludge villain, knowing there were bigger things to handle. If there was one thing that Harry wanted to say to the creature, it was that he was just a guy who likes to stay away from trouble. It's too bad that it comes looking for me for the most part.
The sludge creature appeared outraged by the young wizard's silence. "Don't ignore me, bastard! If this brat dies, then I'll take your body!" The sludge creature continued to curse aggressively at the young magician. "After all, you show a promising quirk for me to use! What is it? A teleportation quirk?! A warping quirk?! I guess I'll just have to find out!"
Harry cringed at the monster's words. Yeah… No thanks. This guy was indeed a nonce.
The last thing Harry needs is some creep trying to imitate a flubber knock-off, forcing him without his consent. He already had grown adults obsessing over him.
With a terrifying laugh, the sludge creature lunged toward Harry, hoping to bring him down.
Shite! Harry saw this coming from a mile away and cast the most potent shield charm, stopping the villain to a complete halt as a disgusting splash sound was made once the sludge hit the shield.
Harry twirled his wand, casting a banishing spell, sending the sludge monster away from the crowd. He was trying to keep the civilians away from the conflict.
Once more, Harry apparated to the sludge villain's location. As a tendril shot towards him, he silently thanked his Quidditch-honed reflexes and ducked, narrowly evading the attack.
"Impedimenta!"
Raising his wand, Harry casts the Impediment Jinx, causing the sludge creature's movements to decelerate, thereby allowing Harry to make his move.
Harry quickly teleported, grabbing the young man in the chest who was currently stuck in the sludge.
With one thought, Harry and the young man vanished out of the area, freeing the boy from the sludge creature's grasp.
Teleporting back to safety, Harry and the boy with blonde hair landed on the pavement; the latter hit the ground with a thud.
Once the boy caught his breath, he turned his head to face the sludge monster.
"You… you're dead!" Before the blonde-haired boy could step a foot, an invisible force was made in front of the boy, stopping his tracks. Thank the Shield Charm for that.
"Sorry, but I can't let you leave. I'll handle this." Harry assures the blonde boy with a tremendous temper.
The blonde-haired boy appeared outraged by his sentence. "What?! No Way! That bastard almost killed me, and I'm not going to let him get away with it! And you can't stop me!" He continued to self-proclaimed out of fury.
"Yeah… Sorry about this, kid." Harry pointed his wand at the angry young man's face. "Petrificus Totalus." Harry nonchalantly cast as the young man's body froze up, making him incapable of moving.
"Sorry, that spell should last only a few hours. In the meantime, be careful not to get into trouble."
Teleporting away from the petfired kid, Harry turned his focus on the creature. Thankfully, no one was in sight here. Now, the former Hogwarts student can go all out.
Rejoining the fray, Harry materialized before the beast, its fury intensified by his continued presence.
"You… You damn brat! That was the only way to power. Well, no matter. At least that makes it easier for me to take your body!" The sludge creature begins to lunge at the raven-haired wizard.
Shite! Harry apparated on the right side, dodging the creature's attacks. Harry didn't like that he had to resort to this, but it was one spell he was saving for emergencies. After all, it wasn't like he was using on an average human.
The sludge creature, enraged, hurled itself towards the courageous Gryffindor. Harry raised his wand, ready to unleash his power upon the beast.
"Sectumsempra!"
Harry casts the deadly cutting curse, slashing one of the creature's eyes while it lunged at him. The beast screamed in agonizing pain, losing an eye in the process.
"Ahhh! You… little… That's it! No more mister nice guy!"
Yup, he was bloody pissed. Harry always had a certain charm with his enemies; it was simply his nature.
Once the sludge creature regains its composure and focus, it adopts an animalistic trait and charges at the young wizard with lethal intent.
Its right tendril reached out, trying to grab Harry. The young wizard caught sight of its limbs as he vanished from its reach and appeared on the other side of its arm, reaching for him.
The raven-haired Gryffindor continued to cast jinxes, aiming to decelerate the creature's advance. In response, the beast swung its other arm, seizing one of Harry's legs in an attempt to draw the wizard closer.
"Got ya!" The sludge monster's grin widened.
Harry quickly braced for him as he pointed his wand at the creature, finishing off the villain for good.
"Incendio!"
Flames erupted from the tip of Harry's wand, igniting the sludge creature. The creature emitted a pained howl as its green hue turned black, releasing a foul odor that nearly made Harry's stomach turn.
Swiftly, Harry conjured a severing charm, slicing the creature's arm from his leg before the flames could engulf the street. He then rolled to safety, putting a considerable distance between himself and the fiery being.
The creature plunged headfirst onto the pavement, engulfed in a raging inferno. Harry conjured a potent shield charm, halting the spread of the flames.
Harry waved his wand, yearning to end the fight as quickly as possible.
"Confringo!"
The spell collided with the creature in a literal explosion, detonating at a safe distance from the civilians. All that remained were fragments of mud scattered around, charred to the point of being unrecognizable.
Yep, he was going to have to take a shower once again. And he had just got this sweater, too.
Thankfully, no one was hurt, and it seems he did the hero's job for them. That's one good thing, at least.
Before Harry could apparate out of the area, he heard a cheer scream out toward him.
"Yeah! He did it!"
"That was amazing! He took that monster down like it was nothing!"
"Is he a new hero?! What kind of quirk did he use?!"
Harry stood in disbelief, taken aback by the renewed attention. It was reminiscent of his initial foray into the Wizarding World, the echoes of cheers transporting him back to the moment of his first Sorting Hat ceremony.
Harry will never forget the cheers of his house, finally finding a place to belong. Even if he was a so-called celebrity, he did form his first friendship after being sorted into Gryffindor.
A smile appeared underneath Harry's hood.
People started pulling out unusual phones from their pockets to snap photos of the young wizard. Some shed tears, while others quickly gathered around him, bombarding him with questions.
"What's your name?! Are you a new hero in town?"
"Hero? Well, I just… couldn't let…" Harry tried to speak to one of the civilians.
"Is this the first time you stopped a crime?" Asked one of the reporters, getting close to the young wizard's personal space.
"I… uh…" Harry stuttered.
"What type of quirk do you have?! A fire-type quirk? A teleporting quirk?! Do you have more than one quirk?!"
Harry knew he was not getting anywhere with this. Harry gently began to push his way out of incoming bystanders.
Right as Harry began to leave, he heard one last voice call out to him.
"Wait!"
Harry turned to where the voice came from. It was the same man from earlier who had a tree-theme suit that appeared to be made out of wood.
His appearance looks familiar, like one of those muggle comics he remembers his cousin Dudley reading when he was younger.
"Who are you?! You look young to be a hero. Are you some kind of vigilante? I hope you're not a student in school." The wooded masked hero inquired of the bespectacled teenager curiously.
"Just a bloke who wants to stay out of trouble. Now, if you excuse me, I have somewhere to be." Harry announced, lifting his wand.
With one loud pop, Harry emerged from the area, shocking the masked hero and bystanders, who watched this unfold with expressions of awe.
Even in a different world, the moniker 'The Boy Who Lived' persisted in following Harry. Despite his desire to act nobly, fame was the one aspect from which Harry could never find an escape.
He was certainly not expecting to witness such a sight before his eyes.
This was something he didn't expect to see on his day off.
Toshinori Yagi witnessed the entire event unfold before his weary eyes. It was quite the spectacle, all resulting from his inability to activate his quirk to rescue the two young men.
That vigilante. Who was that young man in the dark hood? More importantly, did he have more than just one quirk? Did this young vigilante have multiple quirks? It couldn't be. It… Could it be maybe All For… No.
That mad bastard was far past his prime like him. The last time he saw, he delivered an injury on his facial appearance, causing the villain to lose his eyesight.
Toshinori was sure it wasn't him. A successor, perhaps? But why would an unfamiliar vigilante endanger his life for children he didn't even know?
What caught the Symbol of Peace's interest was that the man in the dark hood stayed focused between the reporters and other heroes.
The primary reason is that many of these actions are driven by vigilantes seeking fame and attention. They exhibit their quirks in public to gain notoriety and recognition on a global scale.
But this kid… This kid simply did what was necessary, nothing more. This young individual not only rescued two innocent children but also demonstrated, in a single instance, a level of heroism surpassing that of many professional heroes of this era.
Toshinori was aware that by finding the child and questioning him, he might discover a suitable successor for One For All.
But then again, who can say for sure? Toshinori didn't even know the vigilante's true identity. Yet, it sparked an idea in him nonetheless.
He was going to make a phone call to a close friend to help him.
Before Toshinori could reach for his cell phone, a distant noise caught his attention. It was Kamui Woods, delivering a lecture to the green-haired boy he had spotted just a short while earlier.
"Young man, while brave, your actions were extremely reckless," the pro-hero said gently, scolding the green-haired teen, who began scratching his head in remorse.
Toshinori recalled the words of the young man he met on the roof. "Can someone like me become… a hero, even if I don't have a quirk?"
Someone like him... risking his life for another. Toshinori's eyes widened with a sudden realization.
Has he found a successor?
Before he could speak with the boy, he had to make a personal call.
It was time to call an old friend.
Taking out his cell phone in his right pocket, Toshinori dialed the number and waited until someone responded. "Hey, Aizawa-san. Sorry to wake you up." Toshinori apologized while scratching his head.
"Listen, I was wondering if you could do me a favor. But first, let me ask you a question. Are you home right now?" Toshinori asked.
A muffled sound was heard through Toshinori's phone. "Good. Turn on the T.V. and see what the current news is."
Sounds could be made coming from his cell phone. Most likely to be heard as grunts.
"Okay, are you on the same channel? Okay, are you now?" Toshinori asked. "Okay, are you? Oh good, what do you see?"
A deep, exhausted voice was heard over Toshinori, causing the number one hero to sigh in relief. "Yeah, this happened just now. No, it wasn't me. It was a vigilante." Toshinori confessed the truth.
"Aizawa, have you ever heard of a person who can use multiple quirks at once?"
Suddenly, the phone on the other line became silent. This was going to be one hell of a conversation.
Later, Harry found himself in a dimly lit alley, seeking refuge from the attention to which he should have been accustomed by now.
Dear Merlin, he had a history of pulling stunts like this.
"Bloody hell... I'll never enter a warzone unprepared again," Harry muttered, exasperated. He shed his dark hood and exchanged it for a more comfortable sweater. Mrs. Weasley's knits still had a way of reminding the young wizard that he was part of the family.
"Well then, I suppose it's time to find a place for tonight. But it seems I must forget the comfort of sleeping in a hotel bed. Farewell, continental breakfasts; you will be missed," Harry said with genuine regret.
Walking out of the dark alleyway, Harry kept his mokeskin bag and his wand safely tucked away in his pocket. He should stay under the radar tonight, avoiding any attention while the usual shenanigans unfold. It had been an exhausting day.
On the bright side, Harry gained more intelligence on his whereabouts, which is a positive outcome, he supposes. After all, it's better than having no information at all.
While walking, the sound of a television near him played, catching the raven-haired Gryffindor's attention. An anchorman was shown on a news station.
"Earlier today, an incident occurred when a villain with a slime quirk took a teenager hostage. The situation prevented pro-heroes from intervening. Additionally, a green-haired boy tried to save the hostage, astonishing onlookers but was unsuccessful. The villain with the slime quirk then attempted to assault the courageous boy. However, before any harm could be done, a vigilante with a teleportation quirk intervened and rescued the boy."
Harry's eyes widened after seeing this on the television. Thankfully, he can understand it clearly this time.
"The vigilante in the dark hood re-entered the battle, facing the villain once more. This time, however, he seemed to have additional tricks up his sleeve. Brandishing a stick that emitted flashes, he appeared to harm the villain. He managed to save the hostage, whisking him away to safety through teleportation. Returning to confront the villain, the vigilante revealed more of his abilities, unleashing a pyrokinesis quirk. The villain, engulfed in flames, writhed on the ground. The dark-hooded figure then released an explosive blast from his stick, reducing the villain to smithereens. Subsequently, the authorities attempted to interrogate the vigilante, but before they could probe into his motives, he vanished from the scene entirely."
Harry groaned, knowing this was too good to be true. They were already talking about him. Of course, this couldn't get any worse.
"We do have a few words from a couple of witnesses as the scene unfolds."
"Oh, man! He shot out some kind of fire from his hand, lighting that thing on fire. It was like watching Endeavor, but it was a vigilante that beat him to the punch… Or should I say, lighter…"
The whole crowd went silent. Harry surprisingly heard worse before. The Triwizard Tournament, anyone?
"He teleported everywhere! He and the boy were there, and the next thing you know, they were gone completely! He was like a magician!"
"I'm telling you, he has multiple quirks! Could any pros take him down?! He could just disappear in a heartbeat, and you wouldn't even notice!"
"The way he was waving that stick. It looked like he was performing tricks. Deadly tricks since he killed that villain… by blowing him into pieces. It… It was like watching a live magic show."
"Pro-heroes and authorities are on the lookout for this vigilante, presumably because he's a high risk out there. Due to some of the commendations of his abilities, a name was put out for this vigilante. The Magician is what the authorities have been calling him. Be on the lookout for this hooded vigilante; details are forthcoming."
Harry cursed under his breath, knowing the damn Potter Luck could strike him down in other worlds. At least no one knew he was Harry Potter and… Wait… What did they call him?
Was he seriously some kind of costumed vigilante? Did that mean he was already an outlaw?
Indeed, that was precisely what he needed—a warm welcome. And what could be a warmer welcome than a group of costumed maniacs chasing you for doing the right thing?
In one summary, Harry described one word coming from his thoughts.
"Bollocks."
And with that, Harry Potter knew his life could indeed get more bizarre because, honestly, where's the fun without it?
It's a gift… and a curse at the same time.
AN: Hello Everyone! Welcome to my first Harry Potter X-Over! I hope you guys enjoyed this first installment and look forward to more.
For continuity purposes, this takes place a few days after The Battle Of Hogwarts, where Voldemort somehow takes over the school and it leads to the war expanding throughout the rest of The Wizarding World.
He and Harry get sent through the MHA Universe due to a Horcrux ritual going wrong. Harry, in this story, will get stronger and become more used to his magic than his canon self with a skilled moveset of spells.
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