How to deal with a disaster magnet quirk ( there is no other explanation)
Every year was the same as the last.
Children coming, wide eyed, hat on the head, new house, hating the other houses beccause slytherin, stereotypes, burning cauldrons to boil water (yes there was always “this one” who somehow destroyed everything by sneezing).
The hat seemed to never tire of his stupid songs and he had decided that taking lessons was not an option. Why would he stop destroying eardrums?
Now he had to deal with a new batch, and this year was gonna be his death, he knew it.
There were two new additions to Hogwarts.
The cursed.
And Harry-Bloody-James-Potter.
Yes.
The son of James “I am bettter than snivellus look at me” Potter.
He already knew that the boy was gonna be a pain, loved by everyone and told that he was “so great”.
He could only hope he didn’t get too many students.
He had counted already two Malfoys, Bella’s son, a somnabulist Sirius Black, and mor were coming.
At least they hadn’t made quite as much noise as “Problem Child the first”. (he might have heard one of his student mutter these words while giving Greenwaters a deadpan stare.)
(-o-)
It was him.
The nerd had followed him even in death, and now he followed him in his magic school.
Why?
Because it had to be Deku. No way in hell could someone else be as much of a walking disaster.
Some people had called him a ticking bomb. At least he could only blow up once in while. His childhood nightmare (how else can you call something that you cannot avoid, cannot kill, and always pulls something new out of nowhere) was the titan of detroying Katsuki’s day.
(-o-)
It was the only explanation.
Those eyes.
The hair.
Everything was so obvious.
He was…
“If you finish that thought, I will ask Mineta to stick you to a wall Todoroki.” said Shota Aizawa. He didn’t get nearly enough coffee to withstand his former student’s conspiracy theories.
“Yes sir!” was his only answer.
“By the way, find everyone else, training tomorrow at seven” asked the former teacher. He wore a sadistic smile.
“Aren’t we supposed to not be students at U.A. anymore?” said Shoto.
“Do I look like I care? As far as I know, you never graduated, which means that I am still your teacher, so when I tell you to find everyone, that means every single one of the “cursed” should be waiting tomorrow at seven at the pitch. Am I clear?”
“Yes sir!” was the only answer Shoto could manage.
He should continue to think about the newly revealed Harry Potter’s twin.
(-o-)
He was gonna answer a lot of questions tonight. She was sure of that.
Why had he never tried to contact her? Or even somone else? They didn’t know where he was, if was okay or anything.
Her brother was trying to act normal. He was failing. Harry was worried about what could have her act like this.
Luckily, the twins decided to rope him into their conversation.
(-o-)
The hat had refused to put him in a house.
Well to be exact, He had taken a look to Izuku’s mindscape, seen the One for All holders and said “I’m not going to touch this case with a ten foot pole”.
Semantics.
He still waited for first and fifth to stop laughing like hyenas. Apparently, breaking a magical orientation hat had been a secret line on their bucket list.
He wasn’t quite sure how to deal with the situation.
At least seeing the headmaster had calmed them. Now he just had to find a hole to hide in.
Hearing the others telling him that Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore had a “Nezu vibe” was enough.
He didn’t want to approach the rat god 2.0.
Never.
Now what were they doing?
What did he mean “doing it like the founders?”
He couldn’t…
Oh.
Divination.
Of course.
Because he needed another future vision.
At least the feast looked good?