Potter Vs Stain...
Harry Potter comes out of the abruptly appearing Portal in a roll.
There’s some Ninja Turtle (he might have sneaked Daisy’s comics that she didn’t want. It got dumped in the junk room, along with everything else she broke or didn’t want. Like him.) knock off with a sword standing over a downed someone in an alley.
He has split seconds to notice this before he’s snapping off spells and knives come flying at him. He’s still in his work gear and dragon hide laughs at plain, untreated steel. It needs to be infused or enspelled at the least.
And Harry is still casting even has his robed forearm is raised to block.
Fucker slashed a rune stone and the magic disrupted… violently.
When the blast cleared the fucker was gone but Harry would be able to track him… at least for twenty-four hours. Spell residue like that is hard to shake off if you don’t know the correct cleansing rituals or spells to clear it.
Once he’s secured the site enough that he won’t be spelled in the back, (Can’t help ANYONE if YOU are dropped or dead. That lesson took entirely too long to learn and longer to stick) he turns to the fallen.
Ow. He’d been slashed up pretty bad and was losing blood at a stupid rate.
He petrified the perforated, probably a muggle. He’d obliviate him later if needed. He needed to get him stable first.
Episky got rid of most of the minor injuries and a few Magical bandages created enough of a seal to keep move from spilling out of the guy. One emergency blood transfusion coming up.
He popped the seal of a blood replenisher, lifted a bandage enough to catch a dribble of blood from a patch of spell-cleaned skin and then lets it do it’s thing.
As it bubbles out from the vile he banishes it back into the guy's depleted systems. He also sends up a signal flare.
His war instincts want him to withdraw and watch from a distance but he’s a certified Hit Wizard, former Auror and occasionally borrowed Field Unspeakable on standby.
Sooner he gets the bureaucratic shit sorted, the sooner he can get to figuring out the way home.
His luck is bad enough that he’s probably not on his Earth anymore. Who knew WHAT the fuck that ritual was supposed to do. He was only supposed to be the muscle dammit. Damn Unspeakables and their Spook bullshit.
Should probably find Mcstabbity too.
Fuuuuuck.
What a day and it wasn’t even HALF done yet.
Police were as annoying and officious as ever. Professional Heroes huh… well, whatever worked. Apparently, interdimensional visitors, while uncommon, weren’t unknown and, considering he could offer them Mcstabbity… otherwise known as ‘Stain the Hero Killer’ on a platter, they were willing to assist him in his efforts to return to Earth and the WW.
This was too showy for him.
Aizawa, he could tell, was good people. Perpetually exhausted, which was stupid to do to yourself when you didn’t have to (Not his problem to sort thank Merlin) but it worked for the guy.
Underground Hero huh.
Yeah, that sounded more like Harry’s wheelhouse. No one hounding you for intiviews, privacy, still getting shit done. Damn, that sounded nice.
No one fucking new him here. It was lovely if a bit inconvenient. Harry Potter being a household name meant he could skip passed a lot of the officious bs and get to the point.
Fortunately, they had someone with a ‘truth Quirk’... so, like a reverse Vereta Serum where the poor guy was able to sense lies all the time? Ouch, Harry felt sorry for the guy. He looked almost as sleep deprived as Aizawa.
The rodent of unspecified variety in the suit was a bit of a head trip, but Harry had seen weirder. At least the little guy wasn’t trying to kill him and he was even smarter than Hermione… and CREATIVE with it. Yeah, that was terrifying.
If Aizawa gave him Mad-Eye flashbacks, this one was like a cross between Tom Riddle and Dumbledore and that scared the SHIT out of him.
Yeah, treating this one with all due caution.
Being a different dimension, there was no Statute of Secrecy here so Izuku shared what he could if it would help him get home.
He’d tracked Ninja Turtle Reject with Aizawa and the little guy, Nezu?
Japanese wasn’t something he had a lot of experience with. He was just lucky Magic worked here just fine and translation spells existed.
At any rate, a broom flight and sticking charms later, and the town goes to hell.
Monsters like out of Riddles's wildest dreams are ravaging the town and they find NTR standing over a KID. A KID in robot armour and a green-haired kid desperately trying to hold him off with the help of a split-haired kid.
Two stunners and the bastard is down.
The trio are in pretty wretched shape…