Enchantress

Summary: "Remember kid, there's heroes and there's legends. Heroes get remembered but legends never die." – Babe Ruth, The Sandlot (1993). FemHarry.

Just a warning: FemHarry, AU, Language, Clichés, Potter!Lily, Messed Up Timeline

Just so you know (Name): The name Scheherazade means 'world-freer'. Scheherazade is a legendary Arabic queen immortalized as the narrator of all one thousand stories in the One Thousand and One Nights. Her story is even more remarkable than the tales she tells though.

Just so you know (READ!): In case you never read the contents at the end of the story, I would suggest doing so. I added an Bonus! for you guys and will keep doing so in certain chapters.

I don't own Boku no Hero Academia or Harry Potter!

Chapter 8. A Not So Might Teacher

It was ten minutes after he left the classroom and there were only four students standing in the field.

Shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants, he eyed those five students, immediately recognizing the two thirds of the Troublesome Trio (Nezu was punishing him for something. There was no other explanation to why those two were in his class) as well Endeavor's son and Ingenium's little brother.

While waiting for the other brats to decide to show up, he took out a slip of paper out of the pocket of his pants, scanning its contents. He knew what Quirk his students but Aizawa couldn't say that he had ever been good with memorizing people names, especially when he was sure that more than half of the class would be expelled by the end of this test.

He pursued his lips slightly, raising his head and narrowing his eyes when the rest of his – possibly temporary – new students started to arrive one by one, gossiping between themselves.

"Silence." Shouta didn't need to raise his voice. All the brats stopped talking immediately.

How many times would he have to say this same word today?

"We'll be testing your Quirks," He continued before any of the brats dared to start speaking once more.

The long haired man wasn't in the mood of wasting any more time.

Quickly he explained about the freestyle educational system used by U.A as well why they would be testing their Quirks; after all, they needed to know their limits and he wanted to see of they had the potential necessary to stay in the Department of Heroics as well see how they would all be acting. It was a good way to have a better sample of his students personalities.

He made a short pause for a second after finishing with his explanation.

Usually, he would call out the student who scored the highest in the practical exam to demonstrate what he wanted with the test. However, this time he would do something a little different.

"Scheherazade."

The aforementioned girl, who had been standing in the back of the group along Endeavor's son and Ronald, looked at him. He could see her eyebrow twitching.

"Yes," She made a pause, "Sir?"

Disrespectful little brat, he thought. Shouta didn't need to be a mind reader to know that she was insulting him somehow.

"Come," He made lazy gesture with his hand, "You'll be my lab rat."

"I'm so happy that you asked for my help." The British girl said flatly.

Her red haired cousin, being the supportive boy that he was, clapped his hands. The red haired boy snorted, ignoring her pout.

She reached the softball's pitch, standing inside the circle and grabbing the ball he threw at her without even looking.

The way he could neither understand nor erase hers and her cousin's Quirk annoyed him to no end but he knew those two (As well the last member of their trio) well enough by now to respect the control they had of their Quirk.

It was that control, that inner understanding of their strengths and weaknesses, that the other brats needed. That was why he picked up Scheherazade to make the first demonstration… Well, that and because he knew she would be annoyed for being used like that.

"Any restriction?" The dark haired girl asked.

He gave her a look, "No. Just use your Quirk and throw it as far as you can."

In others words; Show off a little.

"Uh," Her lips twitched up as she hummed, understanding what he wanted, "If you say so."

Using both of her hands to cover the softball, she ignored the way her classmates were staring or whispering about her; confused about she was trying to do. Her cousin seemed to be the only one who had any idea of what she was doing because he muttered something under his breath in English.

When Scheherazade opened her hands once more, there was a tiny and bright golden ball in her palm. It was about the size of a large walnut and after the girl threw it without making all that much effort, it shook a and fluttering silver wings appeared.

Shouta blinked and – The digital meter he was carrying with him beeped. Taking the device from his pocket, he looked down, not all that surprised to see the result of Scheherazade's throw blinking back at him.

Without a single word, he turned the meter for his students to see.

"850.5 meters…?" Scheherazade muttered, unhappily as she looked down at her hands, "Could have been better… I need to train a little more…"

He hid his grin behind his scarf at those words.

Shouta hated to admit it but the annoying little brat was definitely his favorite student already. He approved of her way of thinking wholeheartedly – At least when she wasn't acting like a self-sacrificing fool.

"What happened it –"

"I didn't even see it move!"

"Holy shit! What's her Quirk?"

"So we're free to use our Quirks the way we want? Man, the Hero Course is great!"

"That's so cool!"

Shouta's grin disappeared as fast as it had appeared. Scheherazade winced a little as his expression darkened. Quickly, she made her way back to her cousin, who had paled as he stared at him.

His students' ceased speaking, staring at him with wide eyes when they noticed the looming air surrounding him. Some of them, like the boy with the electric Quirk and the problem child from the Entrance Exam looked absolutely terrified.

"Fun, you say… Cool, you say…" Shouta sneered with a disturbing grin forming on his face, "What do you think, uh? That your stay as a student of the Department of Heroics will be all fun and games? What about this," He ran a hand through his hair, staring at them with wide and cold eyes, "The person who scores the lowest in this test will be deemed hopeless and will be expelled."

Usually, Shouta didn't say anything about the expulsion until the end of the tests but those brats were asking for it.

There was a moment of tense silence as the students stared at him, shocked.

A girl with short brown hair stepped forward, "The lowest scorer will be expelled?!" She voiced her classmates thoughts out loud, "It's only the first day, that's totally unfair!"

"Unfair?" Shouta straightened his back as he spoke, "Natural disasters, highway pileups, rampaging villains…Calamity is always right around the corner. I'd that this world is full of unfair things…"

He made a small pause before continuing speaking.

"Heroes are the ones who correct that unfairness. For the next three years, U.A. will run you through the wringer in order to train you for this." He smirked, "Go beyond. That's Plus Ultra! Use your strength to overcome these obstacles!"

His students showed different levels of determination at his words. By the corner of his eyes, the dark haired man noticed that Scheheraze placed her hands on her hips as she talked to with Ronald in rushed tones. The dark haired girl made a motion with her head toward him and Ronald shook his own head in response.

Shouta had no idea of what they were talking about but he knew that he wasn't going to like it, especially when Scheherazade grinned.

He would have to keep an eye on those two.

Troublesome brats, Shouta sighed.

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Harry had never thought that she would ever meet someone more nervous than Neville, but that was before she met Midoriya Izuku.

Watching as the green haired boy go through every single one of Aizawa's tests was almost as painfully as watch Neville try to brew a Potion under Snape's hateful gaze.

In other words, it was a disaster.

"Shouldn't he use his Quirk?" Ron asked, wincing a little as the boy once more got one of the lowest results; this time in the grip-strength test.

Midoriya wasn't all that bad, not really. But Ron was right in mention the boy's Quirk because if he didn't use it to at least try to get one high score then there was no doubt that he would end up in last.

"Maybe he is waiting for the right moment…?" Harry suggested, hesitantly.

There was a moment of silence before the duo shared a look as Midoriya walked to softball's pitch for the last test.

"The guy is going to be expelled, isn't he?"

"You mean if he doesn't do anything to impress Aizawa?" Harry raised her eyebrow, "Yep."

Their conversation was cut short as they heard the beep from Aizawa's digital meter and looked up to see the results.

Harry wasn't surprised to see 46 meters blinking in the screen for all them to see. Midoriya, however, looked like he couldn't believe what happened and it took her a quick glance in Aizawa's direction to understand what happened exactly.

The unkempt looking man's hair was floating widely around him and his eyes were wide and red instead of his usually tired and black eyes. The teacher had used his Quirk on the green haired boy.

"I erased your Quirk." Aizawa said, voicing her thoughts out loud.

Midoriya stared, trembling a little a he seemed to processes those words. Suddenly, he gasped and pointed at the older man.

"You're Eraserhead!"

"Who?" Ron muttered from beside her.

Harry snorted, "He means Aizawa's Hero Name."

"Ah."

"That ridiculous entrance exam..." Aizawa said, pulling his scarf a little as he glared at the boy, "Is completely irrational, especially when one considers that someone like you got in."

Harry closed her eyes, humming a little.

I see…, she though.

So that was the problem.

Aizawa had complained about a certain reckless boy back on the day of the Entrance Exam when the dark eyed man came to train with her and her friends that afternoon. He must have been talking about Midoriya who, despite having saved a fellow examinee, hadn't impressed the Underground Hero.

Especially since the boy had used a power he clearly couldn't control and placed not only himself but also others at risk.

No matter how powerful someone's Quirk was, the lack of control and understanding could prove to be fatal. To be honest, it was the same thing with magic. That was why foci and magical schools existed; to help the children control the power they were born with.

Didn't anyone take the time to teach him how to control his Quirk properly? Didn't he know his own limitations?

"Harsh." Ron whistled at something that Aizawa said to Midoriya.

She hadn't been paying attention but the witch could imagine what was said.

Opening her eyes, she focused her attention on Midoriya. Harry tapped the arms of her shades, thinking a little. She was definitely interested on the boy's power now but would it be worth to check just to learn more about it…? Something told her that it was important but she was a little hesitant.

"I have given you your Quirk back..." Aizawa threw his head back, deactivating his Quirk and using his small green bottle of eye drops, "Try again. You have only one more chance." The man closed his eyes for a moment before glaring at the frozen boy. "Hurry up, I don't have all day."

By the expression on his face, Aizawa didn't think that the boy would be able to use his Quirk without breaking his whole arm like how he had done in the Entrance Exam.

Shaking, the green eyed boy looked down at the ball that was thrown to him. Midoriya was muttering to himself and, just when some of their classmates started to mutter about the possibility of him failing (The blonde haired with the explosive Quirk was rather vocal about it), the green eyed boy threw his arm back and –

The witch froze, feeling a change in the air. Even Ron, who had been staring up at the clouds in the sky with pure boredom, noticed it. The two magical teenagers stared as Midoriya threw the ball, sending it flying.

Instead of his arm, Midoriya ended up with only one broken finger, which was where he had focused his power on. However that wasn't important. Not to Ron. And not to her.

"Harry…" Her blue eyed friend was playing with his ring, as if he wanted to stun the green haired boy and get them away from him.

"I know, I noticed it."

She narrowed her eyes, observing the green eyed boy. It looked like there was more to him than she thought.

Quickly, Harry looked down, discretely pushing her shades down. It was for only a milliseconds, less even than the time she took to blink, but she had seen was enough to her.

She hummed.

How troublesome, Harry thought, looking at Midoriya with sharp eyes. You're rather dangerous and uncontrollable aren't you?

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Later that day, the Golden Trio found themselves sitting down for dinner, talking about their first day as U.A's students.

Hermione's spoke about her classmates, comparing them to some of the older Ravenclaws (Those who weren't as petty and arrogant as the ones who bullied Luna for being different) and gushing a little about how nice it was to able to speak to people who had similar interests as her own.

Harry and Ron, though, spoke about Aizawa and the fascinating discovery they had made at the end of the man's test.

"Artificial?" Hermione blinked, startled, "How can a Quirk feel artificial?"

Harry slapped Ron's hand away as the red haired boy tried to steal one of her meatballs.

"Not artificial per se," Harry said, "It just – It didn't feel like it belonged to him."

"If waf two powehufuw, two owf." Ron said, his mouth full of meatballs and the salad Harry had forced him to eat.

Hermione's brows knitted as she tried to translate whatever he just said. Suddenly she blinked, leaning back against her chair and gaining that thoughtful expression that Harry had come to associate with the bushy haired girl trying to solve a puzzle.

"So the boy in your class has a Quirk that is too powerful and old to be his…?"

She was speaking to herself but the younger witch still nodded, confirming her words.

"Not only that," Harry added, "It wasn't one more power, it was like –" Harry tried to think of a way to explain, "Do you remember telling me about your Uncle? The one with a stocking piling Quirk?"

Although she was Quirkless, Hermione had always liked to study or research anything related to Quirks. Actually, she had a whole notebook filled with different Quirks, mostly belonging to people related to her.

Harry loved to hear her friend ranting about Quirks. There was always something knew to learn. Especially about her own Quirk.

Hermione nodded, "Yeah. My mother's brother; his Quirk works in a similar way as photosynthesis."

"Photo what?" Ron blinked, looking up from his plate.

The girls ignored him.

"Midoriya's Quirk seems to be similar. But instead of energy, he seems to have several different Quirks stored in his body… Old Quirks." Harry explained, "Not only that... Hermione, even when he only used a very tiny fraction of his power, I could detect the presence of at least eight individuals around him."

"It was freaky," Ron murmured, "As if he was possessed but not."

After Quirellmort in their First Year and Tominny in their Second Year, the Trio had trained themselves to notice things like possession and while Midoriya's situation didn't seem to be the same, it was still unsettling.

Hermione narrowed her eyes as she looked at the younger witch, "What do you think? Do we do something about him?"

Ron sat straight, looking interested.

The raven haired girl hummed, resting her chin against the palm of her hand. Calmly, Harry considered all options available to them, discarding some of them and reviewing others.

Finally, she made her decision.

"We need to gather more information for now." She said, "Hermione, can you try to find out more about stockpiling Quirks and if there's anything similar to Midoroya? Make sure to focus on Quirks that can be passed down from one person to another."

If Bakugou Katsuki was right when he insisted all day that Midoroya had been Quirkless then that meant that someone gave that Quirk to the boy.

"Ron and I will keep an eye on him."

Ron knitted his eyebrows, "We won't try to ask him about it?"

Ask meaning drugging him and getting their answers. They had done worse things when trying to find an solution for their problems.

"No." She replied, "Leave him be."

For now was left unsaid but her friends heard it anyway as they nodded seriously, accepting her words as the end of this topic and starting to talk about their new and eccentric teachers.

Harry played with her fork, twisting it a bit as she hummed in thought.

Midoriya Izuku was one of those rare individuals that even stepping the wrong way as he walked changed his future, it was rather difficult for her to find out which extreme, which possibility was the most probable to happen.

Fortunately, if there was one thing that Harry Potter had learned after getting her Quirk, it was to play the waiting game when people like him were involved.

She could be patient.

And if he were to follow one of the wrong paths… Well…

Harry smiled dangerously, eyes flashing behind her shades.

00

Having seen their schedule, Harry had known that there was a lot more to the Department of Heroics than merely training for one day to fight criminals and give out interviews.

Their first day of classes showed that they not only couldn't they escape from important and usual subjects like Math (Which was taught by Ectoplasm) but they also needed to learn about and understand the laws and politics around the Hero's Industry.

After all, as their Heroes' Laws and Politics' teacher (Gang Orca) had not so kindly pointed out; one single twist of their lips at the wrong time and place could not only be used against them but also all other Heroes in the country. It didn't matter if you were a famous hero, a underground hero or a new hero; image was everything and the media was both your greatest ally and your greatest nightmare.

And let's be honest, Harry knew very well just how nightmarish the media could be.

On Tuesday, after normal classes like English and Japanese (The first which taught by Present Mic and the later by Yoroi Musha), their more physical and hands-on classes truly started:

First, there was Non-Combat Hero Skills, which was taught by a Pro-Hero known as Wash. Since it was their first day, the wash machine themed Hero had mostly introduced them to what they would learning in this class – Things like espionage, conflict mediation, hacking, the codes used by forces like the firefighters or the police, and even a little bit of marketing.

After that there was Stealth, Trap Making and Capture Training, also known as STC. And as Ron was so fondly to say – Bloody hell! Edgeshot was either the Japanese version of Oliver Wood or the ninja themed hero had given the Gryffindor some training tips because Harry thought that he was trying to kill them all with his training methods from hell; throwing kunais and shurikens, forcing them to run from bears (And where did he get those bears?!), make them run barefoot through a path of hot coal… And that was just the first day! Harry was terrified of seeing how things would progress from then on.

Harry barely noticed when Lunch and then Math passed by. She, much like everyone else in 1-A, had been much more focused in sleeping like rocks. They needed the rest if they wanted to survive their Foundational Hero Studies class.

"Hey, Harry." Ron grumbled as he approached her desk, limping a little, "Did Mione give you any Potion this morning before we left the dorm?"

Bless Hermione and her forethought. Hadn't it been for her, they would have ended up like some of their classmates; laying limply against their desks and groaning in pain.

The green eyed girl looked up from her Math Homework, which she had decided to start already, and grabbed her bag.

"Here," Harry shoved three potions on Ron's face. "Pepper Up as well Pain and Muscle Reliever."

The red haired boy made a face but drank the Potions.

Ron shook his head as steam started coming out of his ears and nose. When he opened his eyes though, he seemed much more alert than before.

He drank the Pain and Muscle Reliever next before handing the bottles back to her.

None of their classmates seemed to be paying attention to them, which was a relief. Harry didn't think that she would be able to explain what the Potions were. Also, she didn't want to have to repeat over and over again that she couldn't provide any for them. Unfortunately, someone had yet to create a Potion that worked on Muggles.

"Who's going to teach Foundational Hero Studies?" Harry asked Ron as the red head sat next to her. The owner of the desk, Jirou Kyoka, was on the other side of the room, talking to a girl with pink skin and horns. "I wasn't really paying attention when Principal Nezu explained it…"

Ron thought about it, "I think it's that All Might guy."

Just as those words had gone through his lips, the door of their class was thrown open, making many of their classmates yelp or jump in fright.

"I AM HERE, COMING THROUGH THE DOOR LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!" All Might, the Number One Hero of Japan and one of the only members of the staff that the Golden Trio hadn't meet yet, announced.

Harry and Ron stared.

Shouldn't a normal person just walk through the door instead of kicking the door open and running inside the room as if there was a apocalypse going on outside of the building?

The green eyed witch gave him brownie points for trying but this guy definitely failed as a normal person.

"Is this guy related to Hagrid?" Ron asked, leaning closer to her so she could hear him.

Their classmates were being rather loud as they gossiped with excitement about being taught by someone like All Might or gushed over the man "Silver Age" outfit… Whatever that meant.

Harry felt rather uncomfortable as she heard they go on and on about the man; especially Midoriya, who sat behind her, and was muttering non-stop about All Might (By Merlin – Did this guy know that humans needed to breath? He never made a single pause until someone asked – or demanded in Bakugou case – for him to stop). It was reminded her of the way people sometimes spoke about her being the Savior or the Girl-Who-Lived. And that smile…

She was getting Lockhart vibes from it. Not in a creepy way but, like with the fake Professor, it certainly couldn't be genuine.

"He's tall and bulky enough to have giant blood…" Harry said after a moment.

Ron nodded mutely before standing up, walking back to his seat much like how others were doing. The blonde haired Pro-Hero watched them with piercing blue eyes as he waited until the class calmed down before he spoke.

"Welcome to Foundational Hero Studies!" Here, he made a pose.

Harry wrinkled her nose. By the corner of her eyes, she noticed Ron making a face at the man's dramatics.

It would have been fun to watch if it he wasn't starting to remind them more and more of Lockhart.

Hopefully, he was a better teacher than the other blonde.

All Might continued, "This is the class that will put you through all sorts of training to mold you into real heroes!"

He grinned a little wider when he saw that some of the students were leaning forward in their seats, barely containing their excitement.

"For our first class, we'll be having a mock scenario!" The blue eyed man took a card from somewhere and flashed showed it off so they could all see the golden letters on it, "IT'LL BE A BATTLE SIMULAAAATION!"

"Battle, uh." Bakugou cackled in front of her.

Midoriya, though, gulped so loud that Harry had to check if Ron hadn't heard it from the other side of the room.

"Of course," All Might announced, "Every Hero needs a costume!" The Hero started explaining about the forms her classmates had filled being admitted to school.

He had said something else but, to be honest, Harry had stopped listening.

Instead, she opened her bag and took out a small package. The raven haired girl examined it for a moment before standing up to follow the other girls to the changing rooms.

Different from the others, whose costumes were developed by the Department of Support, Harry's and Ron's costumes had been developed and designed by the same wizard who tailored every single uniform used by members of the ICW. The duo had no idea of who this wizard was but they knew that he was a Muggleborn and that he had placed several charms in their costumes.

Harry wished she knew who this wizard was though. She would love to curse him at the moment.

"What're you wearing?" Ron demanded to know when she walked out of the changing room, his face red with rage.

The witch grimaced, shifting her weight from one foot to another.

The last time she saw him like that, a suicidal Ravanclaw boy had used a prank spell to flash Ginny's panties for everyone to see.

"Definitely not something I would have asked for." Harry said, looking down at her costume.

Hermione would either find it elegant or she would have a fit when she saw this costume. Never mind what Sirius would do when he finally saw her wearing it... Actually, on a second thought, maybe it was better if her Godfather never learned about it.

The red haired boy pursued his lips, taking a deep breath.

"I wish mine was more like yours…" She sighed. "How I'm going to move in this thing?" Harry gestured to herself.

She was wearing what seemed to be a diva's dress that shaped her body perfectly. The style of the long dress left her shoulders bare and had a side split that left her left leg exposed. The dress was red with golden details and had black edge cuff-lines. The dress looked like it was made of liquid fire, making her think of Fawkes, which was the best thing about it.

Harry was also wearing black high heeled string tie shoes, a thin jewel-line necklace (Of which she could feel the protective magic within it) as well a customized red witch hat with a black and golden flower on the right side and a black cloth around it.

Ron, on other hand, was wearing a red overcoat that had the same fire effect as her dress. Underneath the coat, he was wearing a sleeveless black turtle-neck top and had a necklace similar to her own tied around his neck. He was also wearing black pants with golden linings on the outside side areas, and black boots shoes. His wizard hat was like her own, but more masculine and was lacking the flower.

The ICW must wish to show us off, Harry thought with a sigh, adjusting her hat after she finished tying her hair into an elaborated braid.

"I wonder what Hermione's costume looks like…" Harry mused as they started walking.

Even though their friend wasn't planning to be a hero, she was still part of the Golden Trio. Thus, the ICW had also sent a costume to her.

Ron snorted, "If it's a dress like yours, she'll more likely burn it."

Harry snickered.

She could see her bushy haired friend doing just that.

Together, they walked down the corridor and made a few turns until they reached the grounds where their Foundational Hero Studies class would take place.

It was a cloudy and cold day, and as she was stared at the giant replica city, Harry couldn't help but shudder a little. The whole place looked more like a ghost town to her; like one of those you see in Muggle movies.

"Looking good there, Harry." One of the boys, a blonde haired boy whose name she couldn't remember, grinned at her.

Looking around, she saw that all the boys were staring, either gaping, blushing or acting like idiots…

"10 out of 10." A plain black haired boy with a tape based Quirk of all things, sent her a thumbs up.

…Just like that.

Ron glared at them, "What did you say to my cousin?"

Harry looked up exasperated before turning her attention to the other girls as they surrounded her, praising her choice in costume and how elegant she looked.

"Are you thinking being a witch themed hero, Harry?" Yaoyorozu, a girl with black hair tied up in a ponytail, smiled, "It's such a nice idea!"

Ashido, a girl with pink skin and horns, squealed, "The material of this dress is beautiful!"

"You look so pretty." Uraraka, a girl with brown hair and round face called Uraraka, gushed, "Like, really elegant!"

The other girls agreed with enthusiasm while the teenager witch blushed at how nice they were being.

Harry couldn't remember the last time someone said she looked pretty in a dress.

Meanwhile, Ron had stepped to the side to hide Harry from the other boys' view as he sneered at the two idiots that had dared to look at one of his sisters (And that was exactly what Harry and Hermione were) like – Like – He didn't even want to think about it.

"Nothing, man." Plain boy said after a moment, laughing nervously as he pushed his friend away and they hurried to the far back of the group.

Ron watched them go with narrowed eyes before he huffed, crossing his arms. That would teach them to leave Harry alone.

He never noticed that it wasn't his glare that scared the boys off.

The duo of idiots looked back, only to shiver when an certain boy with mismatched eyes boy pursued his lips and stared back with cold fury. They immediately looked away, sharing a look and nodding to themselves.

"Harry is off limits." Kaminari Denki stated.

His friend, Sero Hanta, nodded, "Otherwise Todoroki will kill us."

00

Harry stood beside Ron as All Might's booming voice called for his students attention. They had all moved to one of the buildings inside the fake city, more especially to what looked to be a watch room filled with TV screens.

"Ok, students!" All Might made a pose, "It's time for me to explain our Battle Training simulation of the day!"

Distracted, Harry looked around, taking into her classmates' costumes. Some of them were rather interesting while others made her snort with amusement; Midoriya, for example, was dressed as what one would think was a green bunny at first glance – At second glance though, it was possible to see that he had clearly based his looks on All Might.

And by the way the blonde haired man was avoiding to look at the nervous boy, he had noticed it.

"Sensei!"

Harry blinked, looking away from Midoriya and turning her attention toward Iida Tenya, the dark haired boy who had introduced himself to her and Ron on their first day as U.A's students.

She raised a brow at his costume. The boy looked rather cool, even though he reminded her of one of those robots Dudley used to collect when they were kids. What was the name of those things again...? Ah, yes, Gundam.

With his hand raised up, Iida continued, "We appear to be in the same field used in the entrance exam. Will we once again be performing cityscapes maneuvers?"

"Wow," Ron mouthed, "Hermione-like much?"

Harry snorted, lowering her head to hid her grin with an perfectly manicured hand.

Clearing his throat, All Might started explaining the exercise.

It wasn't hard to understand: They would be divided up into pairs and then assigned to roles of villains or heroes. The villains had to protect a fake bomb made of paper mâché while it was the heroes job to either apprehend both villains or the bomb in order to win. The duo had 15 minutes to do this and they didn't do their job in time or if they ended being taken out of commission, the villain team would win.

It was simple enough and a good way for All Might to learn what they could do and how well they worked with others but…

"What about basic training?" A green haired girl with a frog themed costume, and whose name Harry quickly recalled to be Asui, tilted her head to the side and tapped a finger on her chin as she finished the witch thoughts process.

All Might gave her a thumbs up, "Practical experience will teach you the basics!"

Harry grimaced.

No.

Nope.

Not gonna work.

Wasn't this class called Foundational Hero Studies? Didn't that meant the basics? Like, shouldn't he teach them which part of a building could and couldn't destroy without bringing the building down? Or even how they should check if there were civilians somewhere in the perimeter and how to evacuate them to safety?

This is going to be a disaster, Harry rubbed her eyes. Someone is going to get seriously hurt.

"He," Ron eyed All Might as the man tried to answer all questions aimed his way – And was he holding a cheat sheet? "He isn't a very good teacher, is he?"

"He's better than Lockhart at least." Harry said dryly.

But then again, anyone was a better teacher than Lockhart (Well, not Umbridge, but still).

"Point." Ron nodded after a moment of consideration.

All Might moved through the crowd of students, matching up partners at random. Ron was partnered to the boy with mismatched eyes, who she had learned was called Todoroki Shouto (Why did it feel like she had heard that name before…?), as Team B while Harry ended up with Yaoyorozu Momo as Team C.

"I hope we can work well together!" Momo, as she had asked Harry to call her, smiled gracefully.

Harry smiled back, "Same here."

Maybe this exercise wasn't going to be so bad. At least she hadn't ended up with Bakugou.

Poor Iida...

"Alright!" All Might said, walking to the table on the center of the room. "Let's decide who will be heroes and who will be villains!"

There were two lottery box over the table; apparently, he was going to let lucky decide who would be going against who.

All Might shoved both hands inside the two boxes, and Harry had to hold back a laugh at how much enthusiasm he was emitting.

She smiled a little. That seemed the first time since she saw him early in the classroom for the first time that All Might looked more genuine and relaxed.

It was rather nice.

"The first Villain Team will be…" All Might made a pause showing the small red ball for everyone to see, "Team D!"

Bakugou and Iida perked up, the later grinning madly.

"As for our Heroes…" All Might grinned, taking out a white ball from the its box, "Team A!"

Midoriya whimpered from beside his partner, Uraraka, who cheered.

The green eyed witch eyed the two teams before raising her head up, staring at the ceiling as she moved her shades down the bridge of her nose.

Explosions of colors invaded her eyes and her nose itched at the smell of smoke. The most interesting thing though, was the unchanging outcome presented to her.

She closed her eyes, feeling a little lightheaded for a second. Organizing, her thoughts, she couldn't help but let out a long sigh escape from her lips.

Forget what she said early, this exercise was going to be a utter disaster.

At least she wasn't the one attracting trouble this time.

Cheers, she thought, to small miracles.

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BONUS!

Hermione Granger's Quirk Analysis Book II

Pages 36 – 38

Name: Lily Evans Potter

Quirk Name: Pathokinesis

December 12, 2014

I just found out Miss Potter had a Quirk. […] But it seems like, instead, Harry's Quirk is a combination – mutation – of both of her parents Quirks.

[…]

I really want to ask Harry about her mom Quirk but I'm a little hesitant. She never speaks about her parents. […]

[…]

For now, I can only make speculations […].

January 13, 2015

Harry was kind enough to let me write about her mom's Quirk. That's so exciting! I don't think I have written about a Quirk that didn't belong to one of my relatives. […]

[…]

Emotions are complex. They have been described as discrete and consistent responses to internal or external events which have a particular significance for the organism. They are brief in duration and consist of a coordinated set of responses, which may include verbal, physiological, behavioral, and neural mechanisms.

In addition, relationships exist between emotions, such as having positive or negative influences, with direct opposites existing. The contrasting and categorization of emotions describes how emotions are thought to relate to each other.

[…]

(Here Hermione drew an scheme to explain the relationships between every emotion and how they affect an human being)

[…]

From what Professor Dumbledore was able to tell Harry, Miss Potter could sense, transfer and manipulate emotions, including feelings, moods and their affects, of themselves, people, animals and other creatures, whether by increasing, decreasing, causing or otherwise channeling emotions, even manifesting the emotional energy to physical level.

That is one of the most powerful Quirks I have ever encountered and I can see where Harry got some of the more terrifying (For others) aspects of her own Quirk, even if the green eyed girl seems to have inherited more of her father's.

[…]

The limits of Miss Potter's Quirk were endless! She could have done so much; both good and bad. […]

[…]

January 14, 2015

[…] Professor Dumbledore told us that back in her Third Year, Miss Potter broke her own rule about using her Quirk at school to defend one of her friends. […] After Padfoot had made her friend cry, Miss Potter had caused an short-term change in his emotions, making feel guilty and miserable, every time he saw Marlene McKinnon. […] The exact length of the effect is unknown but Professor Dumbledore thinks that the reason Padfoot broke down two days later and had to say under the care of Mind Healers for more than a week was because his mental shields were weak. […] He had never again dated an Gryffindor Girl nor could he look at Miss McKinnon without blanking out. Professor Dumbledore couldn't prove it but he knew that Miss Potter had been the culprit.

[…]

January 15, 2015

Limitations that I can deduce from the little I know about Lily Potter's Pathokinesis:

~Manipulation and induction must have been stopped only by Mental Shields (Miss Potter may or may have not been able to break certain barriers. If Harry can break though Professor Snape's shields then I don't doubt that her mother could do the same to others Masters Occlumens).

~Must have required a lot of psychology knowledge and specialized training to reduce the chances of any side-effects (Harry had to do it at least) and to keep her own emotions in control.

[…]

~May have been limited to certain number of targets at a time.

~May have been limited to a certain range, including touch or a look into the eyes of target.

[…]

~Some of the applications used may have caused emotional backlash (Maybe even physical if some of the backlashes of Harry's Quirk is anything to go by).

January 17, 2015

[…]

I really wish I had been able to meet Miss Potter. From what I heard, though, Harry and her mother are very similar. […] Harry was really happy when I told her that she was like her mom in several aspects… I don't think I had ever seen her smile like that… It's nice…

[…]

TIMELINE!

February 27, 2019 – The day in which the U.A's Entrance Exam happens.

April 9, 2019 – The First Day as Students of U.A – Quirk Assignments Happens (Sunday)

April 10, 2019 – Real First Day

April 11, 2019 – Foundational Hero Studies Class with All Might (Tuesday)

CURIOUSITY TIME!

~Here is the ranking from the Quirk assignment!

1st Yaoyorozu Momo

2nd Shoto Todoroki

3rd Scheherazade Potter

4th Bakugou Katsuki

5th Iida Tenya

6th Tokoyami Fumikage

7th Shoji Mezou

8th Ojirou Mashirao

9th Ronald Weasley

10th Kirishima Eijirou

11th Ashido Mina

12th Uraraka Ochako

13th Kouda Koji

14th Rikidou Sato

15th Asui Tsuyu

16th Aoyama Yuuga

17th Sero Hanta

18th Kaminari Denki

19th Jirou Kyoka

20th Midoriya Izuku

~Here are the teams for the Heroes VS Villains Exercise!

Team A Mirodiya & Uraraka

Team B Todoroki & Ron

Team C Yayorozu & Harry

Team D Bakugou & Iida

Team E Aoyama & Mina

Team F Rikidou & Kouda

Team G Kimanari & Jirou

Team H Funikage & Asui

Team I Ojirou & Shoji

Team J Kirishima & Sero