Timeline: Before USJ

Harry Potter: The Origin

Harry Potter never had anything in his life he could really call permanent happiness.

At most, what happiness he gets is always temporary.

Living in Hogwarts away from the Dursleys. Freedom of no chores lasts only ten months. He could eat as much as he wanted then, and knew what to look for and what to go for to fix himself, that Madam Pomfrey was his ally in health issues. He also learns healing techniques from her on the sly.

He also had her help in making the Hogwarts Elves make him healthier food, and disguise it as typical Hogwarts fare so nobody would notice and think he gets to be picky while they don't and cause an uproar nobody needs. Hence he was able to recover somewhat. It helps that Hogwarts Elves make food insanely delicious and combined with an appetite stimulating potion, he eats a lot, an appetite enough to rival Ron's. He was also inspired to learn cooking from them.

In his first three years, he ate a lot of vegetables with herbs, fruits and eggs, and on his fourth year, a balance of produce, meat and seafood. The specialized food, he pays out of his own pocket from Gringotts and tells Madam Pomfrey where she can get what for him for the elves to make his food. And every month, he takes a nutrition potion. End result, over time he was said to have the most beautiful skin and hair with whitest teeth in Hogwarts, envied by any girl who sees him, even Hermione commented on it and Petunia was pissed when he got home, his looks a far cry from how her family painted him in their neighborhood. His abysmal eyesight even improved to the point he now fakes wearing his terrible glasses.

So while they made his life hell in summer, House Elves continued to help him whenever he was locked up and kept his...rooms scent-free of their wares. It even came in handy when Petunia insisted they all survive on Grapefruit and Carrot Sticks to sympathize with Dudley's dieting attempts(that failed miserably by the way). Sure his looks improved. Drastically. And shot up in height though childhood malnutrition stunted him so bad he was still the shortest but at least it wasn't THAT bad anymore...but due to his all-vegetable diet, he remained thin and lanky, but the healthy kind with minimal muscle. He even sneaks out to Muggle London with House Elf help to shop for his own clothes and shoes in his preferred tastes, and when Hermione interrogates him, he simply says he gets himself measured, picks out what he wants in Muggle Magazines, and has hired help get them for him as 'going out is out of the question'. Particularly when his Hogsmeade Form wasn't signed.

However at the Dursleys, he still wears Dudley's 'sheddings' as he puts it to hide the fact he had a wardrobe and revealing he had money. He even got himself standard adolescent cleaning manicure and pedicure for boys he knows teenagers get and he does so on the sly every Sunday, even a monthly footspa to keep his feet soft and corn/callous-free. But he was shocked that very few boys in Hogwarts CARED for being hygienic and clean-looking beyond bathing. He noted his peers having dirty nails while his, was clean.

Good looks did not help his social lackings however...

And his form made bathing time awkward as he gets mistaken to be a girl by his peers until they 'recognized him enough' because of his skin, hair and slender form to his chagrin.

And then there's Dobby.

So he had Dobby tell him what he could without punishing himself, and had Dobby stalk his boss for him for intel regarding their plans, and then take what he intends to implant in school to protect the school. That way, Hogwarts is safe. He then went to Gringotts on the sly to hire a Cursebreaker on the innocent-looking diary and explained to the Goblins why he brought a dark artifact to their establishment when they freaked. And they called Dobby too...needless to say, they were pissed.

Given Lucius Malfoy's reputation, what's stopping other Death Eaters from hiding a just-as-foul thing in their bank?! Malfoy should be glad he didn't put that foul thing in their territory...Harry did but only for help in disposal, not storing it in.

Hogwarts was saved before danger began, but as Bellatrix Lestrange(only she would do it while her husband and bro-in-law won't even piss off the goblins) put a similar dark artifact, the goblins were...gleeful in penalizing her. Not that the insane madwoman, her husband and in-law can do anything about it and didn't bother to inform them hence, they just made her pay without her knowing it. Though Bill Weasley would tell him that it took them 'quite a while' to undo the dark curses on the Lestrange Fortune for the billing and for their work, her family just got billed more! Well, life was better for Harry and Dobby.

And then there's Sirius...that after the truth came out, he had bound Dobby to him, and ordering him to care for Sirius and Remus and following their orders too. But Sirius insisted he pay out of his own pocket for food and clothing needs. And Madam Pomfrey, after he tearfully cried on her at how angry he was at how things ended, helped supply the Marauders too and he learned how to swear a Magical Oath as his tale stunned her.

That Oath came in handy in Fourth Year, and studying rules and loopholes about the Tri-Wizard Tournament as much as Dumbledore tried to tell him 'No!' due to feared risks. But he wondered, really if its Oath Risks he was worried about considering what he puts up with in Hogwarts EVERY YEAR...when his Oath was proven and credited, whoever is 'Harry Potter' but that person's magic was deemed by the Goblet as Harry laid it on thick with a shit-eating grin, 'Better fess up or its YOU who'll be penalized and not me, sucks to be you, dumbass!'

'Potter, language!' McGonagall sputtered, but the damage was done that a red-faced Moody lunged at him...and he fought back with spells and speedy dodging.

'Really?! First year: Quirrellmort!' that got the teachers choking while the moniker was lost on the guests and students. 'Second year: a narcissistic les incompetent!' much of the Hogwarts male population snorted as the teachers were between the same and trying to apprehend Moody, and the french were really wondering as they understood THAT one and raised eyebrows, 'And now a teacher who wants to kill me for not participating? It's clearly you who put my name in!' and somehow having a frying pan within his robes(elf supplied to his hand) he brained Moody with it hard in the face with the flat surface it looked comical.

'WOOOOO!' the Weasley Twins cheered him on.

'We salute you Harry! You're the first-ever person who brained a teacher with a frying pan!'

'Way to go dude! You're a legend!'

'Potter the first ever to pan-bash a teacher in the face!' they chorused.

'Mr.s Weasleys!' McGonagall cried. nostrils flaring at their amusement. Reaction to the incident varied.

'To be fair, a teacher attacked a student who refused to do what he wanted and justifiably, Potter has rights to defend himself at this unjust action.' Viktor Krum pointed out. 'Is this normal for teachers and students in Hogvarts?' that, was NOT a picture the faculty wanted painted of their image of Hogwarts! The Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students began whispering among themselves for this.

'Fred! George!' Percy Weasley, their older brother who was Crouch Sr.'s assistant sputtered out his scolding.

'You gotta admit Percy, it's hilarious!'

'He's still a faculty member!' Percy cried, red-faced as the teachers rounded on the blacked-out professor. 'But why did he attack Harry?!'

'That's, what we'll find out soon.' said Professor Flitwick, tying up Moody and they dragged him away.

'Phew, close call.' Harry sighed in relief. 'Well, if HE doesn't participate he'll be the Squib and not me, so nyaaaah!' he snarked.

'Harry, I can't believe you on one hand...but I can agree that you nearly played into the game.' said Hermione.

'But where'd you learn to swear an Oath though?' Ron wondered.

'Ah that? I caught up through a little bookwork!' nah, Madam Pomfrey taught him, not that he'd tell them that. He's entitled to his own secrets!

Question now was why their DADA teacher did this as all Professors left their table, leaving the students all alone...

And next day, secrets don't last long indeed as the Morning Prophet came out that Harry's issue was in the Front Lines and who 'Professor Moody' really was...that the Tri-Wizard Tournament had to be in a Special Headline separate from the Morning Papers. The Real Moody even stated, 'Albus, we're friends for HOW MANY years?! How can you NOT tell that bastard is not me?!' and went on praising Harry for 'Constant Vigilance! Never play into the hands of human trash, boy! You'll make a fine Auror yet! And maybe Aurors should be armed with skillets as a safety backup!' in the paper, causing Harry to TRY to disappear in his seat in breakfast out of embarrassment as he got shit-eating grins from his peers.

Nobody let him live it down since, earning the nickname 'Skillet Potter'...and the Real Moody was an utter taskmaster in his subject they were all exhausted by the end of the day, learning spells and dueling as he found their education lacking in self-defense. He asked the students what their DADA years were like and needless to say, they were up to their gills in homework to catch up on what he feels they should know.

That, coming from an Auror.

He was one teacher Harry took seriously as he really knows his stuff. He comes to Moody for ideas in whipping his friends up for shape in a sneaky bid to bring in Muggle Sports to school. Moody approved in capital letters and made DADA life even more hellish than it was, and his class is now in the Quidditch Pitch temporarily fixed to his liking as there's no Quidditch this year.

And that year has double DADA.

Those with poor performance get quite the detention and burning lungs to show for it. It alternates between physical work and firing range work. Only the physically-fit guys survive his classes, Harry among them.

It made Ron and Hermione so exhausted they had no time beyond resting and sleeping off their exhaustion, leaving Harry more time to do bookwork on stuff he asked Moody any magical child should know as he was...lacking. Given his upbringing.

And he studied many more books he could get his hands on good for battle, survival and convenience, and improving his cooking skills.

And enjoying denying the Dursleys good food as lets face it, Petunia isn't that good. She compensates with flavorings but texture tends to be too much or too little. And a lot of suet or oil. It was good he gets fed scraps as he felt he can't handle all that anyway.

Fifth Year, Moody was still the teacher. Since he survived the DADA Curse last year, he was teacher again, but for how long in OWLS and NEWTS?

But suddenly...he felt a tug on himself as he was covered in white smoke...

'HARRY!'

xxx

'Damnit Hatsume! What have you done now?!' an exasperated man's voice exclaimed as Harry came to.

'Ehhh I was gonna try to make a bazooka that can take me ten years to the future~' a girl whined poutily. It sounded that way since it made a mental image in his head.

'Go to the future my ass! You summoned a kid from who-knows-where! And it broke!'

'Ah, he's coming to!' and Harry saw odd-looking people in odd outfits. Well, thankfully he was in his civvies...

'Hey kid, you OK? My idiot student er, summoned you with her machine by mistake.' said the man with quite the headgear, but topless. 'Where are you from? I mean what year?'

'1995.'

'HOLY SHIT HATSUME!' the man wailed. 'This kid is from over a millennia ago! An era where humanity hasn't developed Quirks yet!'

Harry's eyes bulged. Did he hear that right? He was summoned to the future by a machine, not by magic?

'EHHHHHH?!'

'Er...what are Quirks?' Harry croaked out as he got up. Its a room full of technojunk.

'...we need to see the Principal.'

xxx

The Principal? Is a...mouse thingy in a suit. Harry was in utter shock.

'Uhm...seriously, where is the Principal?'

'Ohoho! I get that a lot, young man.' said the mouse jovially. And he's so cute!

'Principal, we got an incident in the Support Department.' said the topless man in vexation. 'Hatsume tried to invent a ten-year bazooka out of inspiration from some ancient comic book she dug up and instead of blasting herself to the future, she ends up taking this young man from his era, year 1995! And we have no idea how to send him back!'

The mouse did a double-take.

'Oh dear...'

'I'm Harry Potter, sir. From England.' said Harry. 'What's going on? Why are people so different? And what's a Quirk?' well, the man and girl he saw have unusual features. Bigger eyes, bunched-up hair, larger hands...and other non-human features!

'Well young Harry,' said the Principal, 'Life evolves. So did humankind.' he said. '600 years ago, it started with the Luminescent Baby born in Keikei City in China. And people after that baby are born with unique powers since. They are born with unique abilities, and even mutations that utilize their abilities.' he said. 'They were the minority at first, called Meta-Humans but eventually, 'normal humans' have become the minority instead. At this current era, 80% of mankind are born with Quirks. The remaining 20% oddballs are called Quirkless.'

'Oh...so you're the way you are because of it?'

'In my case it's the other way around...I am really a mouse that gained sentience and humanity with abnormal level of intelligence. I'm a rare animal born with a Quirk.' said the Principal. 'My abilities were such that I even got this job.'

'Heee...so I can fit right in then.' Harry mused as he patted the couch with his left hand and it changed style before changing it to normal. "I've gotten good at Transfiguration lately through training, this is my excuse then. But how come I did what I did just now and it felt natural? Like..."

...I no longer need a wand.

'Oho! Lucky you fished out an ancient human with a Quirk, Hatsume-kun! He'll fit in alright!' the Principal chimed. 'However, since you took him from his world, he is your responsibility until he gets used to our world.'

'You imply that I can't go back.' Harry stated flatly.

'Unfortunately so. Your situation is unique and a stroke of dumb luck and abnormality impossible to replicate.' the Principal shook his head. 'Anything you might miss?'

'Well...just my pet owl and my godfather...who's still on the run because he broke out of prison because he was framed for a crime he didn't commit...and the culprit on the run too.' Harry sulked. 'They're the only things I'll miss.'

'Oh my god Harry-kun I'm so sorry!' Hatsume choked out, utterly sorry for the situation. 'We probably got that guy worried by now...'

'Well, its not like I spent that much time with him other than telling me he cares...government back home is corrupt and incompetent we were just resigned that we can never be a family as my late parents hoped for if anything happened to them.' said Harry glumly. 'We could hardly communicate by mail in fear correspondence will get him caught again. My situation isn't that much different. As an orphan under stipends, I'm pretty much alone all my life.'

'No way...'

'That sucks kid...but sir, if anyone finds out about Harry, what do we say?' the man asked the Principal.

'Hide him in your department until we decide matters in an Impromptu Faculty Meeting.' the Principal decided. 'And who will be Harry-kun's legal guardian until he gets a job to support himself. Hatsume-kun, your penalty for this is to be his teacher about our culture, and have him catch up in the curriculum as education in ancient past is nothing compared to our era.' he said. 'Harry-kun, how old are you?'

'I'm 15. Birthdate July 31 1980.'

'Blood-Type?'

'...what's that?'

'...get him to Recovery Girl.'

xxx

The Hospital Wing...

Recovery Girl is a small granny. Shouldn't that be Recovery Granny, Harry wondered.

'Ohya, its not every day we get foreign guests.' she sounds nice.

'Its a complicated situation you'll find out in a meeting later and as it is now, he only has the clothes on his back.' said the man. 'We need medical records so we can forge his existence as Harry Potter is here to stay. He doesn't even know his blood-type and he gotta catch up as he's miles behind. We'll be back for him after a thorough check.'

'Very well, I'll take good care of the dearie.' Recovery Girl nodded as the man and Hatsume left them.

'...names in this era are strange, too...' Harry noted.

'Ohoho, Recovery Girl is my Hero name.' said Recovery Girl. 'My real name is Chiyo Shuzenji in western order but in Japan, we say family name first before given name.'

'Hero?'

'I'll explain while we do many tests, OK?'

Harry thus learned about Hero Culture from the Granny and more elaborative on what Quirks were...and what the tests done to him were.

He had no idea muggles are THIS advanced in machinery...he just hated the needles.

But results sure are quick to get.

'My my dearie, you're very healthy! Kids your age here should use you as an example to follow as heroics are no joke!' Recovery Girl harrumphed. 'Your lab results are ideal any Lab Technician would put you on a pedestal forever!'

'Please don't!' Harry choked out, red-faced from embarrassment before his stomach growled. 'Uhhhh...'

'Ohoho! I'll take you to lunch, shall I? Food's good here! But I feel you don't know Japanese Food so I'll be your guide.'

Lunch Rush Cafeteria later...

'It's still classes going on so it's just us here.' said Recovery Girl. 'But food should be done soon in time for later as we still have thirty minutes to have this place all to ourselves.'

'Oh...I've never eaten Japanese Food before...' Harry gulped down his drool in anticipation.

'This place serves nutritious, but quick-cook meals since we have about 900 students in total in this school.'

'O-only 900?! Why?!' Harry choked out incredulously. 'This place is so classy I was thinking there'd be lots of kids here!' he exclaimed. 'And the facilities are big!'

'Well, this school admits only the best talents, grades be damned except for those in Gen. Ed.' said Recovery Girl. 'We have the Hero Courses that have 40 students in total, General Education Students we have 105 in total, Department of Support we have 40 in total and Department of Management we have 115, a total of 300 per year level.'

'Ah...'

'Well, I got a text message that teaching you is basically Hatsume-kun's punishment for yanking you out of your time forever.' said Recovery Girl. 'So I only told you about Heroes and Quirks. And while you'll be hiding in Power Loader's laboratory until meeting time, he could teach you something. By the way...you're from England...have you studied Japanese?'

'No, I thought I'm somewhere in the west myself why I could talk to everyone.' said Harry. 'I had no idea Hatsume's stunt made Japanese like instant cup food easy for me but can I even read?'

'Read the labels on the food.' Harry did and from weird squiggles...they turned into english in his eyes.

'Doc, your student just made it possible for me to live easy here...your language on those food labels turned into english before my eyes!' Harry exclaimed. 'I can really read! But uhhh you gotta tell me what's good...what's that Seafood Bowl?'

Recovery Girl looked at the boy.

To them, he is speaking Japanese like a native. She needs to observe him more.

'It's basically slices of raw fish over sushi rice so basically you get to eat a few sushi in a bowl that way.'

'I've never had sushi before...is it OK?'

'Very much so. We feel that fish tastes better when raw than cooked and there are few fish we like cooked.'

'Ah...'

xxx

Faculty Room Lunch Break...after Lunch Rush delivered their preferred lunches there...

'I called on a meeting while we're having lunch.' said Principal Nezu. 'We have a rather unusual guest in the school.'

'An unusual guest?' All-Might in his Skeletal Form asked.

'Yes. Hatsume Mei of the Support Department created a Ten-Year Bazooka, inspired out of some very old comic book from the past. It supposedly takes you to the future of ten years from now if you're shot by it but instead we have a guest from year 1995 from England. We basically have an ancient human among us.' said Nezu. 'His name is Harry Potter and while humans of the past have no Quirk, coming here made him have a Quirk. He touched my couch and changed how it looked. His appearance as a human is also much different as expected of an ancient.'

'Where is he now?' Eraserhead asked him.

'Hatsume-kun will bring him here while classes are ongoing so nobody sees him.' said Nezu. 'And he'll need a Legal Guardian as he's only 15 years old. We cannot entrust him to anyone outside the Heroics Faculty. From Chiyo-chan's observations, despite his lips moving differently because he believes he's speaking in English, what comes out of his mouth is Japanese. And his physiology is different...he has two toe joints yet he could have a Quirk. He's eager to learn and seems to be a do-no-wrong kid so he'll be out of depth here.'

'An ancient human dragged to the future because of an invention gone wrong.' Power Loader deadpanned. 'The kid has a godfather fugitive at home and the truth about his case came to light that he was innocent. But the culprit is on the run. Along with a corrupt, incompetent government he considers himself an orphan still so he felt his situation hasn't changed a bit.'

'Yes...apparently before he was born, there were terrorist attacks out of extremist ideals.' said Nezu. 'His parents and godfather were police officers doing damage control but due to how dangerous they are, betrayals happen a lot. Harry told Chiyo-chan that they made a mistake in trusting the wrong person. A coward who sold his friends out to save his own skin, and framed the Godfather. Harry was an orphan and ended up with Maternal Relatives who treated him like a slave with no human rights he gets help from friends in regards to food but freedom was out of the question...and then he wound up here. And from questioning while talking to Tsukauchi-kun, while what he says are facts, he didn't elaborate on it but he never lied.'

'So he's under counseling for Verbal, Emotional, Psychological Abuse and teaching him what his rights were, and he has no idea how to be an actual boy his age beyond physical looks and how to dress like one, as well as doing what was expected of him so he does what people tell him to do as he really was raised to be ignorant. Its from observations. Sure he's fifteen but he has no idea how to be a fifteen years old boy that as far as he was concerned, he would only truly care for a pet owl and a godfather he'll never see again. He may have friends, but had trouble relating to them so he won't miss them much.'

'That's...a mess.' Vlad King summed it all up.

'I'm afraid so...so who's willing to be a Guardian and teaching him how to be a boy? And what to look out for if one of us takes him in?' Ectoplasm asked him.

'Well, here are what NOT to do...and what to do for him should one of you volunteer.' said Nezu, handing out papers. 'What he hates in people, his likes and dislikes. You got until sundown to decide since he can't stay in school for long.'

The teachers began reading the files while munching on their lunch.

xxx

Meanwhile...

'Sooo this is how you make stuff here? You got all you need here?' Harry marveled.

'Yup! Gadgets and Gizmos galore!' Hatsume squealed. 'To me this is my paradise! What I came here for!' she chirped happily.

'So you like making machines and stuff and I happen to like food.' Harry chuckled. 'How do I make stuff in here for nutrition and stuff? There are movies about what humans see the future is like such as living in Outer Space and I'm interested in what this lab has to offer.'

'Ohhh, THAT kind huh? This way this way! What do you have in mind?'

'Well teach me how they work first before I give them a whirl!'

Needless to say, Hatsume DID teach Harry but not the kind what Power Loader wanted her to teach...Harry quickly mastered the machines in glee and upon getting supplies...

'I'm back...' said Power Loader after Lunch Break when he smelled something fruity. 'Eh?' he followed the smell to see newly-built gadgets for...making multi-colored crackers?

'Oh, welcome back!' Hatsume greeted cheerfully.

'What's this?'

'Harry's a real eager learner!' Hatsume chimed. 'After I gave him the basics, he made a machine that makes what he calls VitaBites and MineBites! Try some! They're rice crackers loaded with vitamins and minerals the human body needs in one day and they're delicious! The VitaBites are fruity in flavor while the MineBites taste like veggies and meat! No overdosing!'

'H-huh?!'

'Well I'm still on Madam Pomfrey's dietary restriction, I figured this could keep any body happy and recover well from a hellish day at work.' said Harry. 'I'm into Food if Mei's into Machines!'

Power Loader twitched.

'Riiight...well, let's try it out for approval eh? This could be revolutionary and your way to earn money for your livelihood. But how did this come to be?'

'Sensei, humans of my era...when they think year 2995 or more than that, humans back then think we colonized Outer Space since Earth got too crowded or resources depleted humans took to mining off asteroids or even built spaceships to explore new frontiers and yet technology and humans evolved and we still stayed on Earth. Including artificial food while still managing to fill nutritional requirements of the human body to stay healthy.' Harry piped up. 'So I was thinking of making Space Food! The kind people of my time fantasized in!'

'Oho, so that's where the inspiration came from eh? Not bad, kiddo!' Power Loader approved. 'Growing Children, as well as Heroes and the Military will benefit off of this.' he said, taking a board of VitaBites and MineBites.

'That really is a supplement, OK?' Harry reminded with a snort, 'Combine all that, it just fills 1/4 of your stomach. You still need to eat food. And eat those once a day every night so the body heals as you sleep. Preferably an hour before bed. And requirements for children, adolescent and adults are all different. The ones I made today is for teenagers.'

'Right right...you try preparing packaging labels while we deal with the boxes.'

'I don't know how to use computers...' Harry stammered awkwardly.

'Leave that to me to design a cute appealing package label!' Hatsume offered. 'I can make a design for kids, teens and adults! After that I'll teach you how!'

'Thanks! I'm a total zero in art!' Harry sighed in relief. 'And computer-using...I just made my mini-factory with your help regarding software! I gotta be independent somehow...'

'Haha, like a newborn chick eh, ancient guy? I'm bringing your noggin' to the present!'

Well, Power Loader supposed, Harry at least moved on from his losses. Then again, while he wanted a family, he barely had any time with his godfather it wasn't that hard to let go anyway, even if the man was the first relative who gave a damn for him.

But the kid wanted a family who would give a damn about him. He wanted a 'father' and a 'mother' who would give what he lacked, and they're not talking material or financial goods here...the kid had a literal gaping hole in him. He was innocent in the positive aspects of society and life he was clueless, while very worldly about what's bad about people and life.

Now...who will take him in? He's out as he's a workaholic...

xxx

By Sundown...

'Has anyone decided who'll do it?' Principal Nezu asked them.

'I'm out.' said All-Might, raising his hand. 'I'm willing but dangerous people are after my head. I never married nor had children knowing this.'

'I'm out too.' said Ectoplasm. 'Due to my issues, he can't be with me.'

The other teachers also gave excuses much to the Principal and Detective's exasperation that only All-Might had a viable excuse.

All that's left, was Eraserhead.

'Yare yare, its left to me huh? Why do I always get the Problem Children?' he moped.

'Problem Children?'

'Exploding Boy. Reckless Boy. And now we have a Time-Stuck Senseless Ancient Boy.' Eraserhead deadpanned. 'Give me a Suicidal One and we're good to go.' he said sarcastically. 'I'll take him in if only to give him sense.'

'It's decided.' said Tsukauchi. 'You'll be filling up forms I've had delivered by a pal. Someone has to inform Harry.'

'I brought him over! But we have an unexpected development!' Recovery Girl called out.

'Come in!' the door slid open to reveal Recovery Girl and Harry...who had a red and orange beautiful bird on his shoulder and he was carrying a trunk.

'WOW! What is that?!' Midnight squealed as the bird was gorgeous.

'Meet Fawkes, the Immortal Bird.' Harry chuckled. 'He was hanging around in school as a friend and mascot. He's still alive today. He sensed me and decided he's here to stay. He even brought my trunk over so I'm OK with clothes and shoes for now. Money might not be an issue for me soon since I invented something Power Loader says would be a market hit if it got approval.'

'Oh wow...a real Immortal Bird...guess I'm not the first animal with a Quirk anymore if an ancient bird got before me!' Principal Nezu exclaimed in glee.

'So I guess you got a friendly bird now too...I'm your Legal Guardian, Aizawa Shouta. Hero Name Eraserhead.' said Eraserhead. Harry looked at the black-clad scraggly-haired perpetually-bored man. 'I guess you'll live with me now but kid, bachelors are messy as hell so you're gonna help me clean up a bit.'

'Would that be why you sleep in the classroom these days?' Present Mic snarked.

'Pretty much. Its too troublesome to clean when it all piled up...'

Awkward silence.

'Well, I'm used to it.' Harry shrugged. 'Doesn't make a difference but Aizawa, I'm a healthy eater with a dang good reason OK? I'm not cooking junk and oily greasy garbage!'

'He only eats pouched drinks...still healthy but not really filling.' Present Mic ratted out Eraserhead who in turn kicked him in the shins.

'Pouched drinks?' Harry blinked. 'Is that future space food?'

'Its a no-spill, resealable convenience.' said Eraserhead. 'Its enough for me these days.'

'Yogurt and Soy Tofu Packs ain't enough!'

Harry stared at his guardian who's clearly very lazy in life...

'Riiight...' he sweatdropped. 'Fawkes, stay with the Principal OK? He'd need you like how our school needs you.' he told the bird who nodded.

'Oh my, what can he do if he is THAT needed?' Principal Nezu asked, intrigued.

'If he cries on injuries, it instantly heals. He can even lift heavy weights with no problem and teleport, an impromptu ambulance.' the faculty's jaws dropped while Fawkes looked smug and preening himself. 'He's our school secret since let's face it, who'd believe us?' Harry snorted. 'He disappears if someone snitched on his existence and make the snitcher look like a moron. And now that the future is full of superpowers he could freely be anywhere and nobody will care. Just that, our school here is long gone and I'm the last student of that school alive now so he sensed me as a last friend left.'

'I see...I'll take good care of Fawkes as a colleague and ally Harry.' Principal Nezu promised. 'What does he eat though?'

'No idea, he just goes out on his own to eat...oh, and once in a while he has a Burning Day when he looks really old and sick. He immolates, burns to ashes and from that pile of ash he's reborn as a new chick, watch out for that. That normally happens.'

'S-seriously?!' Present Mic squawked in disbelief.

'Yup, you have a great colleague in Fawkes.' said Harry with a smile. 'He's happy to help as long as you don't sell him out. He wants to work for a school again. He told me that much by showing his feelings in my head.'

'Well, welcome to U.A.' said Principal Nezu, acknowledging both. 'I'll arrange for the papers and we'll decide what class you'll be in. But we need to understand the true nature of your Quirk first.'

'Ah, its Transfiguration...I can turn objects into things I want and need as long as I meet requirements. Its an Emitter-Type.' Harry explained. 'I can change stuff based on size, mass, weight, volume, concentration and power. I can turn rock into a real metal knife as an example just by rearranging molecules...its a broad range. But I can't get rid of stuff I altered and I need to know about things I want so its a constant study.' but he cannot conjure and vanish as the limitations Harry set for himself when he really could do magic, Transfiguring is just his greatest excuse right now.

'Very well, we'll put that on record. Sensei, take your student home now...you got quite a night ahead of you.'

xxx

Understatement of the year.

Eraserhead's Apartment...

...is a literal, smelly dump. Words cannot put what Harry has seen to justice at how bad it is.

'WHAT THE HEEELLL?!'

'Well, its why I sleep in the classroom lately...between my job as a Hero and as a teacher, no time to clean. At all.' said Eraserhead flatly. 'Laundry, yeah.'

'...we'll start with taking the garbage out...' Harry whimpered.

'Its not garbage day today.'

'Like I care?!'