Disclaimer: I do not own My Hero Academy or Harry Potter.

Chapter 1: World, Meet Harry

Harry entered the world silently, phasing into existence like an aloof cloud that drifted aimlessly. His legs dangled from the broom he was sitting on, his green eyes taking in the new world he had entered.

Blue skies.

Large, modern buildings.

And last but not least, many people.

All in all, it looked like a very normal world to relax in. But one cannot take things at just face value.

He guided his broom to fly lower and saw that the people looked well, like most people. (There were a few worlds he went to where blue skin was normal. He got used to stranger things eventually.)

Once he was at a height where people started to notice him and look at him in surprise, he felt a bit more anticipation. People did not look at him in the fear and shock he was expecting, which meant that there were far stranger things in this seemingly normal looking world—

Oh, would you look at that, that man has horns? There also seems to be a child sneezing fire over there…

"My, what a strange yet normal world." Was Harry's commentary for his short observation.

He vaguely heard a child making comments on his attire and appearance, which was to be expected.

"Mom, he's dressed like a wizard! He has a pointy hat, robes and he's even riding a broom! What kind of quirk is that?" A somewhat squeaky and high pitched voice broke through all the other noises.

"Now now honey, it's rude to point." A gentle warm voice chastised the child.

His lips quirked up in a smile. Occasionally he would feel like dressing up as the very representation of a wizard–not that all worlds have the same stereotypes for wizards–and he would relax and play around in a world. He pushed his pointy hat a bit higher and took out a wand from his robes–the Elder Wand.

Being immortal has strange effects on a person. You either lose yourself, or you keep yourself and gain more. His worries, apprehension and all the other things that gave him a very fiery temper and inclination to trouble slowly melted away into something more… inhumane? When he found out that fairy tales weren't all just fairy tales, he had been shocked, he had been angry, and most of all worried. (Those myths and legends about anything immortal don't sound nice at all.)

When his generation started to pass by, when Ginny passed away, he didn't feel the grief and hurt he was expecting… like something important that made him human was eroded away. He never told anyone his status and lived quietly, slowly stepping out of the limelight. His body still aged like normal, but his very soul was no longer the same. At night when he slept, he would be somewhere. He didn't know where, but every time people would walk past him, never seeing him and just kept walking toward something. Eventually he realized it was the afterlife they were heading to.

Vague feelings and thoughts would slowly make their way into his mind and he found himself losing more and more… empathy. (All things were meant for death, it was just one more.)

Strangely he did not worry and still lived on like normal. (Is this how it feels to achieve Nirvana? It certainly felt like it.)

Death was impartial, and one couldn't be impartial if they held too many feelings after all right?

When he physically died, he went very quietly in his sleep. His soul lingered a while longer to take a long look at everything else before he was pulled away by the flow. (Of what? He did not know).

Worlds went by, times went by. He met many other representations of death that much like himself, were bound to become balancers. (Oh yes, Death gotta balance all of those Life. Overpopulation is a serious problem, oh Merlin.)

They didn't really need to do anything, just float around and not get caught and be forced to do some strange things by other immortals. Gods know what kind of universally devastating things would happen if everything becomes unbalanced.

But enough about his backstory, he has a child to entertain.

He raised his Elder Wand and slowly waved it. Sparks of light gently fell down to the amazement of the child and other audience.

"As a souvenir for meeting me." He conjured a little marble necklace, different flashes of stars flitted through the little thing and floated it down. Something like that he could make and give away, but things like good luck charms and whatnot, nope. Gotta keep the balance, Harry Potter Shall Not Be The One To Bug The World. Though his very appearance was already like a bug in the system. He will personally not hack and make more bugs that will break the game (world).

(A very small memory of a legendary sword that defeated all evil nudged his mind and he kicked it away. Nope, he did nothing before. He, Harry Potter was innocent of such deed!)

(A couple other balancers that had to help do clean up work gave him middle fingers.)

One can have no empathy, but trying to have fun will still bury a person into trouble…

He was at least still pretty sane and normal compared to some really old people… like trolls.

Harry mentally coughed away his drifting attention again and faded away in the air. Everyone stared at the place the very strange wizard(?) was at.

"Is that a new hero?"

"That's going to be quite cool."

("Oh, hero? This is a superhero world? Hm, do I still have my hero complex?")

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Harry drifted around aimlessly to explore this new world. It was far more advanced than his original world, but not so overly so it looked all sci-fi with invading aliens. He gathered a lot more background information on the world at the same time as he had fun.

Hell, he didn't even have to change out of his wizard clothes. (Though he was warned and chased a few times by some other heroes when he was caught riding his broom. Something about using quirks isn't allowed? What? Are you kidding? Got cool powers but no permission to use it?)

As of right now, he was being tagged along by someone. A guy with shaggy, long black hair, a scarf, and a serious case of dry eyes. Overall, the way he dressed looked pretty gloomy too, not that he could say that about someone else when he was pretty sure he went through a teenage angst and emo phase too.

He looked back down at the guy following him and was rewarded with a wide-eyed glare and the other man's hair suddenly floating up.

Using the information of this world, this man had to be using his quirk.

The sad part was, for Harry, besides seeing some nice new not-as-emo hairdo, it seems to have no other effect.

"What?" The man choked out when he saw Harry was perfectly fine sitting on his broom and floating there. "Is that some kind of new technology?" But the broom looked very, very normal. It was the person that didn't look normal.

"Oh, did your quirk have another effect besides giving you a new hairdo?" Let it be known that Harry is not cheeky on purpose. He really wasn't.

"It was." The man gave up whatever he was doing and his hair went back to normal. Pity, he actually looked cool.

"Are you one of those heroes?" Harry looked him up and down, this guy didn't really look like one, not that he was one to pick at when he still looked pretty damn weak. Wizards and witches were pretty weak physically when you think about it though. A macho wizard… would be a great sight to see. A macho any women be they muggle or witch would be a shocker.

"What is your name?" Lucky for them to be in a place without much people. It was time for Q and A.

"It's Harry, what's yours?" He guided his broom to a nearby ice cream stand and bought some. (What, the money? He fixed up a few places that villains broke and was paid. Reparo was a great spell. Now how he, a wizard that technically was no longer a wizard could still use spells like he was alive was not his problem.)

"British?" The man didn't give away his name.

"Hmmm."

It was truly the start of a beautiful partnership.

("He certainly saves people a lot of time and money. He technically doesn't cause me a lot of trouble but I still feel like I have a lot of things to deal with.")

("Love you too Shota.")

More of a Slice of Life type without much aim. I don't know how much I may add to this. It's been a long time since I wrote anything I am a bit out of wack (My old stuff I really wanna redo...) So just gonna label it as complete for now .-.

I'm trudging through all my old fanfics and trying to rewrite. Damn Naruto and it's very unorganized timeline. (So much guilt)