Chapter 7
Harry was sitting in his darkened room, on the edge of the bed, staring wide-eyed at the phone screen in his hands.
When they finished dinner, Hizashi had placed a small wrapped box in front of him, he looked at it for a few seconds before taking it and removing the paper that was stuck to it, he almost dropped it when he saw the image of a phone on the back of the box.
The heroes had insisted that he keep it, despite his protests; They said it was so he could call them if he needed them at some point, and they weren't around.
He had just been opening some apps to see what they were about, but now in his room, he was investigating the device more closely; The time and date were almost the same color as the wallpaper, so he hadn't realized until now that the date was wrong.
“July 4, 2XXX”
That…
That is not possible.
He had been staring at the date for almost 20 minutes, hoping that his eyesight was deceiving him or that the phone would reset itself to the correct date, but the only thing that changed was the time.
He… He hadn't had a time turner with him when he made the appearance, and he was sure that he said the spell correctly so that he would just change his location, but here he was, in the future.
And he had no idea what to do from now on.
Hizashi was reading when he heard Harry's door open, Shouta went on patrol an hour ago, so it was just the two of them.
He got out of bed and went to the door, he opened it to see the boy walking on tiptoe down the hallway (he must have thought he was sleeping), he almost closed the door thinking he was going to the bathroom or for water, but when he turned to look Going to the living room he could see his face.
His skin was pale, his eyes glassy, and he had an expression that he couldn't describe, it was as if he was about to cry at any moment or prepared to burn the entire city.
He followed him and watched him turn on the stove, he looked at the fire for a few seconds before speaking.
“Sirius?” the fire moved a little, “do you hear me?”
Harry began to breathe faster and faster, he brought his face closer to the fire, and Hizashi feared he might get burned.
“It's not funny, say you hear me” the fire wobbled again and increased in size for a moment before returning to normal “no, no, no…”
Hizashi was confused, he didn't know what the boy was doing, but he was getting nervous.
Was this another quirk?
“Har…” he hear a voice coming out of the fire “you can't…”
“Sirius!" the boy jumped for joy, “listen, I don't know how, but…”
“HARRY!..re…ed!… How…” the fire got out of control, it was going up and down, it was getting brighter by the second, and he could swear he saw a face.
“Sirius? What is happening?” he looked at him with shaking hands; Hizashi almost goes to push him away for fear of the fire reaching him.
“The… ters… ata… can't… you!” the face became clearer for a few seconds, he seemed scared.
“What happened? Are you okay?” Now Harry was the one who was getting scared.
“I…afe…okay…everyo…ll be fine!” The fire finally returned to normal, Harry was extremely still.
He waited a moment before walking up to the boy and pretending that he had just arrived. He wasn't sure how he would react if he knew that he had been spying on him. He obviously wasn't in the right state of mind for a confrontation.
“Harry?” He turned off the stove quickly and made a confused face. “What are you doing awake? You have classes tomorrow, is everything okay?”
“Yes, I just got thirsty” he doesn't look at the man "did I wake you up?"
“No, don't worry, I'm thirsty too” he approached, took a couple of glasses and served them some water.
They both drank in silence, the boy never looked up from the ground; When they finished, he let him go to his room, calm him down, he should talk about this with Shouta.
The man did not take his eyes off Harry during classes, Hizashi told him about what happened last night, and he could easily guess that the boy did not sleep, the circles under his eyes gave him away and his eyes closed every few minutes.
He assumed that something had happened to the man and Harry was worried, he could see that the others were too; Midoriya turned and watched him every chance he got.
When the bell rang at the end of class, before leaving the room he saw how Harry hid his face in his arms; His next class was with Nemuri, he hoped the woman would take care of the boy.
Last night he had left a little earlier so he could meet with Tsukauchi, he gave him some copies of the drawings of the forest and the castle, also the name of Harry's father and his godfather, he thought that finding him would be quick now that they had the last name, but even At the moment he had not received a call or message from the detective.
He couldn't stop thinking about the expression Sirius had when he saw him, something bad happened in Grimmauld Place, he still didn't know what it was, but something was wrong; he could tell that Sirius was trying to say that everything would be okay, he really hoped it would.
He felt a touch on his shoulder, looked up and saw Izuku next to Uraraka and Kirishima; They didn't say anything, but offered him a comforting smile. The russet raised his thumbs with doubt on his face. Harry waited a second before nodding slowly and hiding his face again.
The three looked at each other before looking at the rest of the class and shrugging their shoulders, they returned to their seats before Nemuri arrived, she heard them talking softly.
He didn't pay attention to the classes that followed that day, at lunch he didn't even go to the cafeteria, he went to the teachers room and lay down on the couch; Hizashi had brought his lunch from the cafeteria and tried to get him to eat something, at breakfast he had only had a cup of tea and nothing else.
He only ate a piece of meat before running to the trash can near the door; He finished by drinking only a glass of water and then falling back onto the sofa and closing his eyes.
The sound of footsteps coming out of the room was what woke him up. Those who remained inside the place tried to convince him to stay and rest, but he told them that he would be fine, and he returned to the classroom.
Shouta was supervising his class while they trained, they were sparring, Harry was in the corner of the gym looking into the center with his eyes unfocused and twisting his fingers in the fabric of his gym uniform.
He felt his phone vibrate and when he looked at the screen he saw Tsukauchi's messages, he frowned and clenched his fists; There was something wrong with this, he couldn't understand how it was possible.
Tsukauchi: The embassy says there is no one with those names.
Tsukauchi: They searched the entire database, but couldn't find records of people with the last name Potter, they say to continue searching.
Tsukauchi: Are you sure you heard correctly?
He clenched his jaw and typed a quick response.
Aizawa: I'm sure I heard Potter, there must be some record, there's no way there isn't any information, do you have time later?
Tsukauchi: Shall we go for a coffee? See you where always at 5:30 p.m.
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The last bell rang at 16:40, he waited for Harry to change and went to the staff room with the boy on his left to get his things, when Hizashi arrived he told him that the two of them should go home, the blonde didn't ask questions and took the boy.
He took a moment to gather his thoughts before heading to the café where he would meet the detective; He repeated the man's words over and over in his head, he definitely hadn't gotten the name wrong.
He took a deep breath and started walking to the place, a not-so-crowded café near the train station, it was a bit hidden, but that's what made it nice.
When he entered, the owner asked the usual thing: a coffee with cream and caramel (only the owner and his husband knew of his preference for ridiculously sweet coffee, and he wanted it to stay that way), he went to the corner where they frequented every time it was available and waited.
He had just received his order when Tsukauchi arrived, greeted him with a nod and waited for him to order something and go to the table.
When the detective sat down, he put a folder in front of the hero, it had documents with the seals of the British embassy and a couple of photos.
“James Potter—Surrey, England:
No matches have been found regarding the first and last name combination within the established location.
James—Surrey, England:
37 coincidences have been found regarding the name in the established location.”
The next five pages were full of photos with basic information about those who were there; He took a moment to analyze the photos, but none of them looked like the boy.
“Harry Potter – Surrey, England:
No matches have been found regarding the first and last name combination within the established location.
Harry Potter—England:
No matches have been found regarding the first and last name combination within the database.”
He had thought it strange that they had not found anything about his father, that perhaps the man had not been born in that city or that he had not registered his residence; He also thought that the reason they couldn't find Harry was because maybe he was adopted, but that still didn't make sense, it would be in the records.
The information said that there was nothing in the database, if they had adopted him, they would have changed his last name to theirs, unless the child preferred to keep his biological last name, but that still didn't explain why there was nothing.
“Sirius Potter—Surrey, England:
No matches have been found regarding the first and last name combination within the established location.
Sirius Potter — England:
No matches have been found regarding the first and last name combination within the database.
Sirius — England:
2 matches have been found regarding the name in the database.”
The only two photos belonged to a 65-year-old man and a 21-year-old man, neither of them bearing any remote resemblance to the man he saw at the fire.
He sighed and handed the folder back to the detective.
“I'll take that as a no,” he said after thanking the waiter and taking a sip from his cup.
“It doesn't make sense, I know what I heard.” he drank his coffee, grimacing as the hot liquid burned the back of her throat.
“We will find the boy's parents, you don't have to worry.”
“I know we'll talk about it at some point, but Harry talked to Sirius again last night, and it seems like things aren't going well.” He ran a hand through his hair.
“I still don't understand how the fire thing works, what happened?” He clasped his hands on the table, looking expectantly.
“Zashi said he heard Harry leave his room after midnight, he said he didn't look well, so he followed him and saw how they were talking, well, how they were trying to talk” he took another drink “the fire was moving frantically and the voice It was choppy and distorted, he said he looked scared.”
“Do you think that…”
"It's probable, maybe it's the reason we didn't find information about them.”
“If these… Death Eaters found his family, that means that even if we find them, Harry won't be able to return.” They both remained silent, the boy's pursuers were dangerous, that was clear.
Harry's words came back to him.
You can not help me.
He thought the boy was trying to get away from them, but the more they searched, the less sense it all made; He didn't know who these villains were or how they worked and that made his hair stand on end, he feared that he wouldn't be able to get Harry away from them.
“Did you look for the drawings?” Shouta finally ask.
“I haven't had time yet, but I delegated it to someone else” the hero nodded tiredly.
“Okay, I'll also search as much I can, I don't think it's that difficult to find, he said that he and his friends went every year, it must be a famous enough tourist place.”
The two continued talking until the coffee was finished, and they said goodbye shortly after.
Hizashi watched the boy scroll through the news on his phone, never stopping too long on one.
“Are you sure you're okay?” he asked softly.
“Yes” if the apartment hadn't been silent, he wouldn't be sure he would have heard him.
“You can talk about anything, it doesn't matter what.” He put his hand closer to the boy's arm and waited for confirmation to touch him, Harry nodded.
“It's nothing, really” he left the phone on the table and look askance at the hero.
“It's definitely something if it's bothers you,” he watched as he fiddled with his hands.
“Seriously, it's nothing, I just…” he stopped at the scar on his hand and remain silent before lowering my head.
“Harry?” he asked as he watched the boy go off the damn mark “do you think you can talk to me about that?” received a negative “it's okay.”
He stayed with the boy until dinner time arrived, and he had to prepare something, he didn't force him to eat, he just watched him drink water; he looked at the stove with a frown once Harry went to take a shower, he didn't understand how that… flame call worked, but he couldn't help but walk over and turn it on.
“ Hello?" nothing happened “is anyone listening to me?” still nothing “I don't know how to do this, but if anyone can hear me, whoever, please say something” he looked at the fire for a long moment before sighing and turn it off again.
He washed the dishes and wished the boy goodnight, he just nodded and said goodbye in a low voice before entering the room; The expression on his face told him that he wouldn't sleep again.
There were four figures inside the room, three of them were dressed completely in black, two of them were holding the fourth who was wearing a shirt and dress pants, he was barefoot.
The two had smiles on their faces while the third raised his head superiorly, the fourth did not stop squirming; The third took out a wand and pointed it at the fourth, he approached and placed the tip on the bare skin of one of the arms, he smiled as he cast a spell.
A heartrending scream left the fourth person's lips, echoing throughout the room and through the doors.
He fell to the ground trembling, the third said something and caressed his hair, which caused him to shiver; The three figures left the room, the fourth one waited a little before running out the door and through the hallways, ignoring a female voice that called him.
He ran as fast as he could until he reached another room on the other side of the compound and locked himself in for the rest of the night.
He didn't open the door at the woman's voice, no matter how kind it sounded, he just wanted to get away from it all.