A/N: Nothing much, I just want to put a couple of things out here.

First, this story assumes that BNHA takes place during the 23rd century. An official time stamp was never mentioned in the manga or the anime, so I just went with the most logical explanation that I could find.

Second… well, there's no second. That's about it.

Enjoy.

A downpour was the first thing Harry noticed even before opening his eyes. Splashes of rain were hurting his face, and the sound of distant thunder rumbled in his ears as he raised a hand to shield his face from the relentless water assault.

Harry winced as a sharp pain stabbed his chest when he raised his arm. He was injured, probably a broken rib. It can be treated easily enough. He just needed to take his wand and…

Where is it? Panic rose within him as he patted his pocket with his other hand and found it empty. Luckily, after searching around on the muddy ground that he was lying on, Harry felt the familiar sensation of his wand on the tip of his fingers.

Feeling empowered as his grip tightened around the wooden handle, Harry then tried to open his eyes and push himself up to a sitting position, only to close them again as numerous flashes of light blinded him from all direction. His first thought was to defend himself with a shield charm, however, Harry soon realized that those weren't spells being cast, but flashes from cameras. Everybody was taking pictures of him, and he wasn't sure if it was better than the alternative. The Daily Prophet was going to have a field day with this.

Determining that it was time to get his arse out of the press's attention, Harry stood up, grumbling in pain under his breath as he walked toward the edge of the crowd surrounding him. It was fortunate that these people seemed to have no desire to keep him there, or even touch him, given his current state. The sea of umbrellas and raincoats just parted as he got closer, and murmured to each other behind their hands. Harry caught some glimpses of their conversations here and there, but he didn't understand a word. They weren't speaking English, and now that he got a closer look, the people around him were definitely Asians. Despite not recognizing the language, Harry could hazard a guess that it was either Japanese, Chinese, or Korean. He wasn't familiar with any of those, and to his ears, they were pretty much indistinguishable between the sound of rain and his hazy mind.

Where the heck am I? Harry wondered, stealing a glance around at the neon signs on the surrounding buildings. Even if he couldn't read any of them, they could still tell Harry that he was in muggle territory, a foreign one at that. All the more reason to get the hell out of here before this country's magical law enforcement showed up to investigate. He wasn't in the mood to answer questions at the moment.

Pulling the soaked hood up to cover his face and tried his best to ignore the curious crowd, Harry then slipped into the nearest alley that he could find, with an arm gingerly holding his injured chest. A few people tried to go after him, but as soon as he rounded the corner, Harry cast a Disillusion Charm over himself and blended into the darkness.

After confirming that he had lost his followers, Harry's next priority was to find a place to rest and treat his wounds. Now that he was able to focus more, Harry realized that there were many other cuts and bruises covering his body, and his cheek had a shallow cut running across it. They were surprisingly tame, considering what he had been doing just before…

But what actually happened?

No, I can think about it later, move, move, Harry shook his head and pushed himself forward. He had no clothing except for the robe, shirt and trousers that he was wearing, and no money either. That was hardly a problem, as long as he could find a suitable hotel to pass the night. A Confundus Charm would do the job, for now.

Half an hour later, Harry was drying himself off in a decent looking room on the top floor of a four-star hotel with the laxest security that he could find. It allowed him to sneaking in without straining his already beaten body. After a couple of well placed Confundus Charm on the receptionists on night duty, he managed to get himself this room. With some simple protections, no one would bother him while he was getting his much needed rest. Even if the magical law enforcement was searching for him, they wouldn't be able to track him here in time. Harry was certain that he covered his track well. There was no avoiding the hotel cameras catching some doors opened and closed on their own when he was moving around, but the security bloke on camera duty was slacking off and went to sleep, so unless something happened that required them to review the footage, his presence here would go unnoticed.

Truthfully, Harry didn't do anything wrong that would force him to hide. Even so, he was exhausted, and beaten. To give himself into the custody of this place's magical government was like suicide by a mountain of paperwork and hours of questioning. Not the best way to go. Maybe after he recovered, Harry could seek them out on his own and figure out what happened.

With that in mind, Harry's next order of business was to treat his wounds. He stripped down to his boxer and sat down on the king-sized bed, which was much fluffier than he expected, and started tracing his wand over the small cuts and bruises on his face, arms, and torso, murmuring spells as he went. The most troublesome injury was the broken rib, not because it was difficult to heal, nothing more than a wand jab and a spell anyway, but because of the sensation that followed. The affected area went hot, then cold, and with it a sharp pain as his bones snapped back to their original position and healed so ever slowly. Harry was breathing like he just got back from a brutal Quidditch training session with Oliver Wood by the end of it and allowed his body to fall back onto the bed. The moment he hit the soft mattress, the spell finished and the pain went away, and he fell asleep almost instantly.

Almost half a day later, according to Harry's watch, he finally got up and felt most of his strength had returned. He chuckled, still lying on the bed, as his stomach gave out a loud rumble. He would have to find some food soon, but first, it was time to retrace the event that led him to mysteriously appear in the middle of a muggle city, almost halfway across the globe from his original position.

His mind was still a little hazy, but Harry could now remember things more vividly. Before finding himself lying in the middle of the street, Harry was at Riddle's Manor, facing against Voldemort in his 'destined' battle. All around normal stuff that could be expected of everyone with the name 'Harry Potter', whose parents were James and Lily. Just that morning, all of Voldemort's Horcrux were brought together and destroyed in one fell swoop, which made it the perfect opportunity to confront the Dark Lord before he realized what happened and fled.

Everything went according to plan, almost too smooth, in fact. The Aurors and Order members stormed the manor, engaging in battle against Death Eaters as they went, clearing the way for Harry to charge straight down to the basement, where Voldemort was. They fought, and it didn't take long for Voldemort to prove that he was the superior wizard. Harry wasn't afraid, however, as there was one trump card that Dumbledore had imparted with him before the final battle.

Priori Incantatem.

Due to the special natural between Harry and Voldemort's wands, the above effect would create some sort of temporary lockdown that in turn, would render the Dark Lord vulnerable, unable to use his wand to cast magic for a few seconds. During that window, the Order members in hiding would disable Voldemort, before allowing Harry to finish him off, fulfilling the prophecy.

A little counter-productive if they asked him, but since Dumbledore insisted on it...

The hard part was to buy time for everyone to get into position, but Harry pulled that off flawlessly. Upon receiving their signal, Harry countered Voldemort's Killing Curse with a Cutting Hex of his own, initiating the lockdown. The cage of golden light appeared just like he expected. That was when everything started to derail. Before anyone could react, a blinding flash covered the room and Harry was knocked unconscious. When he woke up, he was here.

That was the gist of it, but it sure as heck didn't answer any of Harry's questions at the moment. Hopefully the others still managed to stun that bastard or something, and was now waiting for him to come back and finish the job. It would take a while, since he had to get his hand on an international Portkey first. Many of Harry's friends had regarded him as 'mental' and 'reckless' on several occasions, but he certainly wasn't crazy enough to try apparating all the way back to Britain.

Heaving out a deep sigh, Harry then decided that it was time for him to wake up. Now he had to find out where he was, magicking himself some knowledge of their language because he couldn't understand jack shit around here, before getting something to fill his stomach.

The first task was easy. Now that he was no longer feeling like crap, Harry could actually notice the small lines of English instructions on the list of TV channels on the nightstand, which included many local - Japanese- ones.

That said, the TV in the room was something Harry hadn't seen before. The flat screen was nothing new, as the Dursleys switched from a curved one to this sometime around the summer before his fifth years at Hogwarts. But the one here was so thin, only around one centimeter in thickness, and belonged to a brand that he hadn't even heard of before.

Maybe a new model? He wondered while checking out the screen, before brushing it off as an advancement in technology that he wasn't aware of. After all, as the war escalated, Harry was forced to spent years in hiding, so maybe it came out during that time.

The second task was slightly more difficult, but not that much. Harry could teach himself a new language using a spell that Fleur taught him a few years back, when they still had time to just relax and do something just for the heck of it. He could never imagine that it could come in handy this way. The spell would give him all necessary knowledge of a sample language, but would do nothing to help with his atrocious pronunciation. That part Harry would have to improve by himself.

It's not like I'm going to be here for long anyway, thought Harry as he pointed his wand at his temple and cast the spell, using the channel list as sample. His mind blanked out and his eyes glazed over for almost ten minutes before he was aware again. When he looked down at the list, Harry was now able to read and understand Japanese.

Magic was such a convenient thing. It was not without its limits, but for now, it was serving him well.

After cleaning up the room he was in, returning it to its original, unused state, and used some spells to make sure that he was presentable, Harry snuck out of the hotel under the Disillusionment Charm, not forgetting to nick some food from the restaurant on his way out, and was now wandering the street, nibbling on a piece of toast. From what he gathered so far, the city he was in was called Musutafu, and it was indeed muggle. Something strange that Harry noticed almost right away, however, was the strange device that most people used. From the way they used it, he could hazard a guess that it was a mobile phone, though for the life of him, Harry once again couldn't recognize the brand or the design that he saw.

Almost every piece of electronic just got so much thinner since he last saw them.

The second thing, Harry picked up from random conversations that he overheard - read: eavesdropped - on the street. There were frequent mentions of 'Heroes' and 'Villains', and something called 'Quirks'. The words in themselves weren't as strange as the way they were spoken of. Take 'Heroes' for example, a middle-aged woman that Harry ran into in front of a convenient store was proudly telling her friend that her son was going to graduate soon, and would begin his career as a 'Pro Hero'.

At this point, Harry couldn't help but snickered out loud, drawing the gazes of the two women. He quickly walked away from them, but how could anyone help themselves after hearing that? A Hero? A 'Pro' one at that, was a job that a fresh graduate could take up just like that? Harry had never considered himself a hero at any point in his life, but after the crap that he had been through on a yearly, now almost weekly, basis, something like that sounded tad ridiculous.

Maybe it was just a joke? Harry wondered, but the seriousness in the woman's voice told him that somehow it was not, and that proud look in her eyes…

Or maybe it's a Japanese thing, he shook his head. Maybe the whole 'Heroes' business meant something else entirely here. It had nothing to do with finding his way back home anyway.

After an hour of walking around, peeling his eyes open for any sign of an entrance to the magical district like The Leaky Cauldron, Harry finally gave up. The city was too bloody large for him to cover everything. It was time to change tactic. If he couldn't come to them, he would call them to him instead.

Harry then looked around for the tallest building around, before ducking into an empty alley and apparated on top of it. Once making sure that no one was nearby, he raised his wand and shot a red spark into the sky. It was the universal S.O.S signal in the wizarding world, and they wouldn't be able to ignore that. He felt a little sorry for the ones who had to spin up some tales to tell the muggle who witnessed this, but desperate time called for desperate measures.

And now we wait, thought Harry as he sat down on the roof and looked around, taking in the incredible scenery in front of him, while taking a bite out of an apple that he stored in his pocket. The sight was foreign, and was nothing like he had seen before. Granted, Harry had never been abroad. He also rarely looked at any photo of any other country, but there was something here just felt out of place, not so much 'foreign' anymore, but 'alien'.

BANG!

Before Harry could think more over the issue, a loud explosion, accompanied by a slight tremor, occured somewhere behind him. In just a second, Harry was back on his feet with his wand out, facing the direction where there was still a large column of smoke. He frowned, torn between staying here to wait for his 'rescuers', or popping over there real quick to see if he could do to help.

Finally, his conscience won out. Harry turned on his heel and appeared on top of another building right next to the scene. It was a sight of chaos. People were screaming and running all over places, or in some unfortunate cases, crawling their way as far as they could from a building that seemed to be a bank.

Then, as the smoke and dust cleared, he saw that.

A monster - Harry had no other word to describe that thing - that appeared to be made out of some sort of greenish mud, was standing in the middle of the street, glancing around wildly with its pair of large eyes, while baring its rows of sharp teeth at anyone who got too close. It even got two sacks of money under its arms, so it was clear that this was a robbery. Harry failed to understand why monster needed money in the first place.

Suddenly, it lunged forward as if trying to escape. Maybe it was, but Harry saw what it was aiming for - a dark green haired boy around his age. Who was trying to help a fallen woman, and was a little too slow to get away.

"Shit," murmuring under his breath, Harry turned on his heel once more. With a loud popping noise, he apparated in front of the boy, slashing his wand upward. The monster's already large eyes widened even more in surprise before it slammed face first into a concrete wall raised from the ground, creating a disgusting 'splash' noise that made Harry wince.

"Get out of here," he turned around and, with his terrible accent, barked at the boy, who was now almost in tear. To his credit, despite all the shaking he was having, he wasn't frozen in fear. The boy nodded quickly and was about to turn away before his head snapped up and his mouth dropped open.

"Look out. Above you," he screamed.

Harry looked up just in time to see a blanket of green mud raised over the wall, threatening to cover both of them. He wasn't sure what it actually did, but wasn't keen on finding out either. In just a blink of an eye, Harry had already disappeared and reappeared a distance away before summoning the other boy toward him, out of harm's way. The mud missed them both and splashed harmlessly on the ground.

"Come on, get out of here," he told the boy after catching him. Everybody else had already escaped, though the majority of them was still peeking out of the corners of faraway buildings, trying to watch the ongoing action. That was what Harry hated about the mob's curiosity, but he had no time to deal with it right now, since out of the corner of his eye, he could see the puddle of mud on the street changing form, morphing back into the monster itself.

"But… But…" The boy sputtered. His eyes keep dashing between Harry and the monster.

"Out! I can't protect you and dealing with that at the same time," Harry gritted his teeth and shoved the boy toward the direction behind him. Much to his relief, the boy finally got it and ran away after giving him a nod, stumbling on his feet. He then turned back to look at the monster, who was now returned to its original shape. "Now. What in Merlin's name are you?"

"Me?" The monster answered in a low, raspy voice. It even looked a little surprised. "Only a great Villain."

That word again, Harry frowned. "Right, 'villain'. But that's not what I'm asking. What species are you?"

"I'm a human," it glowered and narrowed its eyes.

"And I am a bloody hippogriff," Harry rolled his eyes. "You don't want to tell me. I guess it's fine."

"Which Hero are you?" It asked. The two of them then at once, started to circle around the clearing surrounded by fire and debris. Harry's hand tightened around his wand, ready to raise numerous walls from the ground in case it tried to escape.

"I'm not a hero."

"A vigilante then? You're just an outlaw like me," It snickered. "But it doesn't matter. Before the Heroes got here, I will make your body mine. A teleport Quirk, and earth manipulation. Imagine how much chaos I can… no, we can cause, together, as one."

"What? No dinner or even a movie?" Harry grimaced. He didn't understand all that talk about 'Heroes', 'Villains', 'Vigilantes', and 'Quirks'. They didn't make a lick of sense. However, the threat of his body being taken over was very real, and Harry wasn't about to make it easy. If the monster want his body - Harry shivered. Even in his head it sounded disgusting - then it would have to work for it.

With a horrifying laughter, the monster charged at him instead of answering, but Harry was ready. A wall of solid concrete raised from the ground, blocking its path. As if already anticipated this, the monster whipped his liquid-like arm, making it curve around the wall. It's fingers outstretched, trying to grab Harry the moment they made contact.

The attack missed and its hand grabbed at thin air as Harry vanished and appeared behind it. He thrusted his wand forward, calling forth dozens of concrete spear from the ground, pinning his opponent against the wall. For a second, he was surprised to see that it didn't bleed. It should have been obvious that physical attacks wouldn't harm that monster that much, given how its body was constructed.

The monster whipped its other arm backward at Harry, making it bend in an impossible way for any creature with normal bone structure, while its body front and back changed place without it even turning around on its leg.

Harry quickly steeled himself and shielded against the attack with another wall, before pointing his wand at the monster, who was struggling to get itself out of the spear wall.

"Incendio!"

A stream of fire shot out from the tip of his wand and soon covered the trapped monster. It howled in pain as its body burned, emitting thick black smoke and a smell that made Harry's breakfast want to escape his stomach, but he didn't let up. He was momentarily shocked though, when his opponent didn't went down as quickly as he had hoped. Even amidst the raging fire, the monster was still baring its teeth, and was starting to tear itself out of the spear wall, leaving burned bits and pieces of its body behind. Once it was finally free, it lunged at Harry again, screaming at the top of its lungs.

Only to slam face first, again, into another wall. This time, however, before it could do anything else, three other walls were raised up around it, trapping it in the middle. Harry, with numerous complex wand movements, summoned spears on the inside of his prison, skewing the monster all over the remaining of its body, leaving no way for it to even move, let alone escape once again. He couldn't see it with the walls blocking his vision, but the shrieks of pain was enough evidence that the spell was a success.

"Really… This place's magical law enforcement is just as slow as the Aurors back home," Harry sighed at the makeshift prison in front of him before lazily waved his wand.

"Confringo."

At his command, the concrete prison exploded inward. Several cracks started to appear on its surface until the whole structure collapsed. The monster inside, of course, was no more. The only things left of it were body pieces that was burned beyond recognition, and little puddles of greenish mud that got splashed around during their fight.

"Thank you!"

Harry whipped his head around in surprise. The moment the fight ended, everyone around immediately rushed to him and was now forming a large crowd surrounding his position. Some were crying while trying to shake his hand, while the others were smiling, screaming in joy, and even taking picture with their strange mobile phones.

"Thank you! Thank you!"

"You're welcome. I…" Harry stuttered.

"What Hero are you?"

"I'm not…"

"I've never seen you before? Are you new?" Another bystander asked.

"No, I…"

"This must be your debut. You're even a foreigner."

"What…?"

"Aww… It's over already…"

The last voice drew Harry's attention. When he turned to look at the source, he was once again shocked. In front of him was a disappointed looking woman in some kind of body-tight suit with orange trimmed, purple chestpiece, gloves and boots. There were even a couple of fake purple horn on her head.

It was easily the craziest costume that Harry had ever seen in his life, and coming from someone who had been living with wizard's bizzare muggle fashion sense, it meant a lot. If he had to compare her outfit to something, then the closest match would probably be all those heroes from Duddley's comic books that he occasionally read when they were still children.

Wait, comic book heroes… Harry frowned at the similarity. It can't be, right?

"Mt. Lady!" Someone from the crowd exclaimed. Almost at once, attention was shifted from Harry to the crazily dressed woman. He then waited until she was done greeting and smiling at the adoring crowd and addressed him.

"So, who are you?"

"Harry Potter."

"That's your real name?" Her eyebrows rose slightly.

"Of course it is," Harry blinked. Why was that such a surprise?

"Did I just let a newbie steal my target?" She sighed and shook her head before. "You just defeated the villain here, right?"

"I did," Harry nodded. "You said it was your target? But you only got here just now? Too slo…"

Before he could finish his sentence, the woman's hand shot upward and covered his mouth, while her other hand grabbed his wrist and pulled him away.

"Not here," she hissed and glared at him. "Come with me."

Harry resigned and let himself be dragged away from the crowd. He certainly wanted to get away from them. Besides, this woman was either mental, or she really was supposed to defeat that earlier monster - or villain as she called it. If it was the latter, she might be able to answer some of his questions.

"Well, newbie, welcome to my office."

The woman in crazy costume announced as she opened the door and pulled Harry inside. Her 'office', as it turned out, was only a small room the size of his old bedroom back at Privet Drive. In the middle of it was a tea table, a brown leather chair, and a sofa with the same design. On the far side was a desk with a computer and various office utensils.

Overall, it was a somewhat normal, tiny office room, except for one detail that shocked Harry to the core.

"It's so messy," the words came out of his mouth before he could stop them. There were official looking papers all over the place - on the desk, on the sofa, some were even under the tea set on the table. Said tea set was set up like there was a visitor who just left, but that couldn't be the case, unless her visitor liked to sit on papers instead of the sofa proper.

"Well, sorry for that," the woman still had enough grace to blush slightly under her mask as she pouted. "I didn't expect to bring anyone here. Usually I just gather information about Villains on my phone. But it's only proper for a Pro Hero to have an office, you know."

I don't know, Harry sighed. "I take it you're a Pro Hero then? What did the civilian back then call you? Mt. Lady?"

"You don't know me?" She seemed really put out by Harry's question that it made him feel a little guilty. "Guess it's to be expected. My debut was just a few days ago. I tried to make it as flashy as possible, but eh? Come on, sit down."

She shrugged and pointed to the sofa after gathering all the scattered paper and threw it on her desk. Harry complied.

"So, that 'villain' back then. You said it was your target?" He asked.

"Not really," she sighed and flopped down on the chair opposite of him. "It was first come, first served. The warning was broadcast to all Pro Hero in vicinity, and you just got there quicker than the rest of us," she then paused and looked at him for awhile before saying. "Your accent is really...weird."

"Foreigner. I just learned Japanese recently," Harry shrugged.

"Right. That means 'Harry Potter' is your real name?"

"It is."

"Why did you just blurt it out like that then?" Mt. Lady frowned at him. "You didn't even know if I'm a fellow Hero. At least use your alias in public. Newbie…" She shook her head before suddenly gave him a glare. "On that note, were you trying to make me look bad back then? You were about to say that I was too slow, weren't you?"

"But you were," Harry glared right back, leaning forward on his seat. He wasn't sure if he liked this woman. "If I wasn't there, at least a boy could have been seriously harmed."

"But I was still the second Hero to get there," she retorted. "It takes time, and I can't teleport."

Muggle? Harry wondered, but didn't let his surprise show on his face. "You don't have that… special ability then?"

"Of course I do. I'm a Hero," as if greatly offended, Mt. Lady sprang up from her seat and slammed her hands on the table. "My Quirk is Gigantification, that's why you newbies are so… Ugh…"

She groaned in frustration and sat back down, taking a deep breath to calm herself.

"I… eh… I'm sorry," Harry sputtered. He didn't think a simple question could cause that kind of reaction. "I didn't mean to offend you. So, you can… turn into a giant or something?"

She merely nodded.

"How big are we talking about here?"

"Over twenty meters."

That's interesting, Harry pondered. He knew that metamorphmagus could alter their appearance at will, but to achieve such a drastic change in size was unheard of… Besides, she didn't even say that she can change her appearance, just her size.

Something to think about. Unfortunately, it didn't help to determine if she was a muggle or not.

"Look, I'm new around these part, and frankly, I don't understand anything about this whole Hero and Villain business. Can you please explain what all of those means?"

"But you're a Hero… Wait, how old are you?" Mt. Lady's eyes narrowed.

"Seventeen."

"You're not a Hero!" She gasped. "That's why you look so young. You haven't even graduated high school."

"Thank you! That's what I've been trying to say, but nobody around here could bloody listen."

"But… But that makes you a Vigilante. It's against the law. I will have to arrest you."

"Fine, but please explain those things for me first, then you can do whatever you want," Harry rolled his eyes. If she and her fellow Heroes were magical, then it would only serve his purpose. If not… well, Harry was curious how some muggles were going to keep him in custody for more than a few seconds.

"That's… alright," Mt. Lady nodded, a little put out by Harry's lack of resistance. "What do you want to know then?"

"First of all, what is a Hero?"

There were probably more important questions to ask, but that particular issue had been popping up a lot, and Harry's curiosity had reached its peak.

"A Hero is someone who was born with a Quirk, and was trained to use said Quirk to fight for justice, protecting the innocences from evil Villains."

Straight out of a comic book, Harry blinked. "And a Villain is the exact opposite?"

Mt. Lady nodded. From her answer and what he had gathered before, Harry could guess what a Vigilante was.

"What is a 'Quirk' then?"

"Are you testing me right now?" She growled.

"Not at all," Harry held up his hands.

"But… Agh… Fine. A Quirk is a special ability that you're born with. Mine is Gigantification. There are others as well, like manipulating wood, or fabric, or creating explosion… That kind of thing."

"So each person only has one Quirk?"

"As far as I know, yes," she nodded again. "What's the point of those questions? You can't expect me to believe that you don't know anything about them?"

"I don't. Honest," Harry sighed. "There is no Hero, or Villain, or Quirk where I come from."

"Where are you from?"

"England," he said.

"Now you're just toying with me," Mt. Lady gave him an amused laugh. "I thought you came from some backwater tribal in a forest somewhere, but England? No way there's no Hero or Villain in England."

"I'm telling the truth," Harry grimaced. If there were something like that happening in his own country, he would have known about it, or at least Hermione would.

"Right, right," she rolled her eyes and stood up. "That's enough playing. I'll have to escort you to the police station."

"Wait," Harry held up his hand. "Just one more question."

"What is it?" She looked a little annoyed.

"Do you know anything about the incident last night? Someone appeared on the street out of thin air?"

"Yes, that was all over the news, and the two of them are now nowhere to be found," Mt. Lady frowned. "Don't tell me you have something to do with that too?"

"Well, I was the one who… Wait, you said there were two people who appeared?"

"Yes," she nodded, and fiddled with her phone for a moment before showing Harry the screen. "Here, they appeared on the opposite ends of the city, both then got up and vanished without a trace. So one is you, do you know who the other is?"

"I… I might have an idea," Harry felt a shiver ran down his spine and sweat started to cover his face as he looked at the article on her phone. At first, he was a little too occupied with the implication of another person who got transferred here to notice the date at the corner of the screen. Finally, his eyes drifted to that small line, and Harry felt like he was slammed in the gut by an exceptionally well-placed Bludger as he recognized what was displayed there.

Monday, June 9th, 22XX.

End of Chapter 1.