'Normal' aka Quirkless Harry
Harry Potter, former child of prophecy, Man who Won blah blah blah, had always wanted one thing out of life, normalcy.
When he finally offed Voldi but found himself dying of wounds and betrayal he shrugged mentally. He'd expected no less. It wasn't like he hadn't seen it coming. He'd never trusted ANY of these damn Magicals no matter how he acted.
Well, weren't they in for a nasty surprise.
Teddy was Black Heir and none of that had been touched but the Potter accounts?
What remained of them anyway. He’d completely divested them and what wasn't sold off had just enough left of the bequests.
It had all been transferred to the Muggle World and he had a Will in both worlds.
The House of Potter had been officially ended. He'd known he was unlikely to survive this and hell be damned if they'd get ANYTHING from his family.
On his death, beyond the Wizarding bequests, it was ALL going to charity and he would laugh from death's embrace.
So he died with a smile on his face, a certain stone lost in the woods, a certain wand given into the care of Hogwarts and the Cloak likely to burn with him.
Death didn't take nearly having a 'Master' lightly.
The entity rightly resented any attempt. That Harry had no desire or intention for that was beside the point.
Still, he was owed a debt, of a sort.
He'd had a fate beyond the prophecy and all that and been denied it.
Still, Death was petty and vindictive. It didn't take being denied well either. Or rejected and Harry had both escaped the title, his remaining fate AND it's grasp.
The once Harry Potter woke up perfectly normal... in a world when nearly everyone else was not. No Magic (not that it had been anything but a means to an end.), no extra abilities, nothing.
When he was old enough to understand, all he could do was sit there and laugh. Laugh until he cried... and then drag himself up with new determination.
Why was he born in Japan?
Whatever. This society revolted and disgusted him just as much as the WW had.
Screw this for a joke.
He saved up every spare yen he could get his hands on.
He was getting out of here.
He might be Quirkless and poor but there wasn't a damn thing wrong with his brain... or his determination. He was used to fighting fate and being screwed over so this didn’t surprise him in the least.
He just shrugged it off and made his own plans… and because he was used to having to survive on nothing much, he was one of only a few who didn’t get caught out due to food shortages. He had his own little garden plot hidden away and knew how to graze wild greenery.
He was heading back to Britain.
Leave the Asian crazies to their literal Hero worship.
Britain didn't have anywhere near the level of Quirks as the Asian countries. Those with Quirks were tolerated if they were useful and any with a Quirk user had to register but, for once, their Bass Akward attitude worked in his favour.
He felt sorry for the kid who wanted be a Pro Hero regardless but it was his own choice.
The former Potter didn't do much for the kid. It wasn't his problem. He'd been long since cured of his 'people saving thing'. The last thing he needed here was a Hero Complex.
He wished the kid luck, chased off the worst of the brats if he spotted them, taught him a bit about wildness survival and had the kid help out with the garden plot so he and his mum wouldn’t starve and left it at that.
Left the garden plot to the kid too. He could do what he liked with it.
It wasn’t Harry’s problem anymore.
Twenty four and the world is waiting.
Death, Japan and anything else that could look down on him can just go fuck itself!
Just for shits and giggles, he settled in the location of Godric's Hollow... or where it would have been. The village was small but he settled in easily enough.
As a hairdresser of all things.
He'd never expected to marry and didn’t. He was too fucked up for that.
Becoming the third for a couple looking for a lover suited him far better.
It was nice to let someone else look after him for a change since he'd had to fight and claw for anything and everything he had.
The sex was brilliant as well, even if his looks were Asian, he acted, spoke, thought and dressed like a Brit.
He hadn’t expected the kid. The husband of the couple was, apparently, sterile due to reasons Harry couldn’t care less about. (He was still Harry here. Whatever his birth name was, he honestly didn’t care. He was an orphan again, though he’d had his parents for longer this time around. He’d been nearly five when they were killed and he landed up in an orphanage. Thus, he had no attachment to his name and had renamed himself as soon as he was able once in England and settled.)
She still wanted kids though and Harry was happy enough to provide so long as they did most of the raising. Even though he was bemused about it, being their stud meant he got all the fun and none of the responsibility though he did contribute a bit of ready to their household and bought the kids presents when the occasion called for it.
He learned how to do piercings as well and went on with his life.
He was uncle to their four kids, made enough to live off with his shop and a bit extra and settled in to live his ordinary life.
Whatever excitement or grand going’s on that were happening out there, they could happen without his help or interference.
Been there, done that, found there was no t-shirt and he was OUT and happy that way.
If he occasionally took his kids out camping and taught them some survival skills and a little bit of dirty fighting, that was no one’s business but his.
He was in his late thirties when the world went to shit… again. Some super Villain, capital V, from Japan. That Quirkless green haired kid, somehow wasn’t anymore. Britain was out and away from it, but he could already see things starting to go down the crapper.
The kid and his crew were doing their best, but the Villain was a damn roach. Every time they thought they’d killed the fucker he popped up again later.
Those ‘Nomu’ things gave him the heaving shudders. And he’d thought Inferi were bad. At least Inferi couldn’t think!
All he could do was wish the kid luck… and start looking into setting up a bolt hole maybe. He could live off the grid and was already leaning that way. A bit of practice to get his hand back in and he could be mostly self sufficient.
It’d mean shit if his kids and lovers died though. Humans, even anti social gits like him, needed SOME form of human contact or at least companionship to remain sane ish. (He’d never been mentally healthy!)
If he taught his kids how to make dried eggs and milk that was fine right. Egg powder and powdered milk lasted a lot longer.
His ‘hobby farm’ was as close to self-sufficient as he could get it.
Low power/ no power options and non Quirk based tech. He was no hippy, but he could totally get on board with the ‘Earth Ship’ lifestyle. It wasn’t like Harry had ever been comfortable with technology anyway… even if he could see the sense in having a phone and a radio.
Their fourth kid was in highschool when Harry and his lovers died in a Villain attack, completely unknowing of who was targetting them or why. His last thought was that he hoped someone would take and use his house, rather than sell it.
(He’d never know, a decade and some years later, when some desperate survivors stumbled on his little bolt hole, that his preparations were not in vain. The little group sheltered there, their numbers even growing a little, for over thirty years…)