What happened?
Mr. And Mrs. The Greenwaters were a young and happy couple. Why wouldn't they be? At the age of 21, they were married, had a house located on number 5, private drive and Mr. Greenwaters was a model employee. They had everything they wanted except for a child. Even this little thing was soon to be a thought of the past, for the couple was waiting for a boy in the next few days. they already had everything with them prepared and if there was a second room themed after princesses, nobody had to know.
Everything was alright, nothing could go wrong in the perfect life of the soon to be parents.
It is a shame then that you should never say never, or nothing in this case. Indeed, in the house just before theirs lived a family with a newborn that already tripled in size in barely a few days. Little did they know, the child would be the downfall of their good life.
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It was a beautiful day outside. No birds singing, of course. This was still a little town, which means an abundance of lawns and houses neater than a newly made Hollywood decor and lacking as much of its human touch. Even the rodents seemed to flee this little haven of normalcy, where everybody acted as one. The well oiled machine was seemingly enough to calm their neighbors, a couple of people so obsessed with ‘normal’ that they almost became a parody of the word.
It was, indeed, a perfect day to live… If you wanted your life to be as dull as a blade made of water balloons. Some did wish for that, but the next arrival was not one of those.
The Greenwaters approached their car, an old Gran Torino gifted to the young couple by the proud parents at their marriage. If they had taken a second to pay attention to their surroundings, they would have noticed a faint shimmer near the blooming flowers. It was accompanied by a hissing sound of pain or mirth, maybe both at the same time since the one that uttered the sound was not known for understanding the difference.
As they drove away in their car, said shimmer let out a faint “finally” before disappearing with a loud cracking sound.
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On days like these, some say everyone should rejoice. Blue sky, not too hot, not too cold, a few doves flying, everything seemingly peaceful. Emphasis on the word, since just a few meters from a lawn that was nothing if not emerald green was our young couple, one crying in pain, the other giving birth. Mr. Greewaters noted that he would take his hands away from his wife’s grip the next time. It had taken a few hours but finally this day approached its end in the hospital, and with it the prospect of going home with a new and innocent family member.
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When he woke up, he tried to remember what he saw last. In a panic he saw again a green lightning moving fast, shouting, his quirk activating, and then nothing more. He probably died. The words were burned in his memory.
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Seeing Deku die, in her arms, barely killing his enemy. Her comrades were beside her, some around, surrounding The Hero. The Hero who was dying because of his last mistake, dying wanting to avenge his mentor. His face was going piece by piece. even Toga was approaching, mourning the loss of her “love”. As they all began to grieve, they heard a little cough. Turning to the dying student, they heard his last wish.
“Please, be the heroes I failed to be”
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The nerd was dying in round face’s arms. How did it happen? How did the same nerd that didn’t know the meaning of “stop” end up dying before everyone?
He didn’t know, didn’t understand. If anything his childhood friend should have been the thorn in his side that would have pushed him beyond, always.
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Izuku was dying, shiggy had done it. Why was she so sad?
“Please, be heroes”
Of course if the cutie asked she could, but could she take his blood discreetly? There were also a bunch of other cuties right th-
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Unbeknownst to Izuku and to anyone else, especially all that remained of All for One, the oldest quirk currently in existence had one last trick. Inside of the quirk the first user was running like a madman around a circular console that he had materialized to simplify his task. Next to him was a ghost even in the vestige realm, the remnants of the heroine used by Shigaraki to try and curse his opponent in his last moments.
“-Ready for it?
-Of course.
-my dear brother should have taught his pupil how much words can weigh in the balance. I cannot believe the leeway he gave us with his idiocy.
-to be fair he was a beginner. You would not believe the number of times my teacher used my orders as a way to beat me easier.
-Maybe, maybe not. we’ll know soon enough I guess… the transfer part of the quirk is now useless anyway, time to re-use it, it might make the process smoother and help the targeting… Look at me, rewriting my own quirk to save someone, take that brother.
-what should I do?
-EAT THIS!
-...what.
-private joke, we’ll tell you later.”
Cathleen Bates, or her remnant at least, took the small pipe in her mouth and bit into it. The pipe started charging with green mixed with gold. The other end was stuck inside the partially formed vestige of the ninth in the center of the console. The vestige was rapidly taking a more tangible shape, but with Cathleen at the other end, the process seemed to stop before reversing. The ghost was engulfed in a blinding golden light and when it receded she was perfectly tangible, while Izuku’s vestige was back to its usual, smoky form.
“Welcome, Last Order, to One for All!” The first had a crazed grin that was often seen on people having strokes of genius, or maybe that was just a regular stroke.
If the second muttered a small “nerd” under his breath, nobody was the wiser.
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“And how will we name her?
I was thinking of Vivian.
It’s perfect honey”
(-o-)
“What is his name sir?
Barbara, Barbara Fawkes”
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BIRTH OF THE YOUNG ANTIOCHUS LESTRANGE
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MORE THAN 20 “CURSED” CHILDREN, YOU-KNOW-WHO’S FAULT?
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SURGE IN MUGGLE ATTACKS BY THE DARK LORD HIMSELF, “CURSED CHILDREN” AS A RESULT
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ST MUNGOS UNABLE TO GET THE CHILDREN BACK TO NORMAL, SOME HAVE ANIMAL HEADS.
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NEWLY DISCOVERED CASES IN DIFFERENT COUNTRIES.
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ARE THEY EVEN HUMAN? ASKS A CONCERNED MINISTRY EMPLOYEE.
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DEATH OF HE-WHO-SHALL-NOT-BE-NAMED.
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HARRY POTTER SOLE SURVIVOR OF GODRIC'S HOLLOW ATTACK, THE BOY-WHO-LIVED.
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NEW DECREE BY THE MINISTRY, OBSERVATION OF THE CURSED MANDATORY.
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On the 1rst of november 1981, a baby was left on the porch of the Dursley family, a family of normal people, with a normal family thank you very much. They wouldn't like their nephew but somehow the neighbors would take a liking to him in the next months, making the Dursleys unable to avoid mentioning him and forcing them to treat him relatively decently in their very normal and honest opinion thank you very much.
On the same night, a society was celebrating their first night in eleven years where fear wasn’t present.
On this very night, an old man was trying to understand how more than twenty children were seemingly cursed into having magical abilities beyond what others usually have.
None of the “children” knew how much they would change this world, only remembering a madman’s rambling and a flash of light.