Opening My Eyes
Harry Potter/Izuku POV
My eyes closed as I took my last breath,
It had been a- I want to say, a fun life, but now I look back, my life wasn't much fun, was it?
In my youth, I was constantly bullied by my cousin, Dudley Dursley, and when I found out I was a wizard, I was constantly in danger,
Sure I love my friends and wife, but I still wish that my life could have been a bit more "normal," whatever normal was to wizards,
I wish my life was peaceful; I think that's what I'm trying to say,
A life without worries, a life without Voldemort, a life without the death eaters, a life without the Dursleys', a life without the Malfoys'
As I felt my consciousness slip away from me, I felt a rush of wants,
I wanted to try again,
I wanted to try out a new life,
I wanted a normal life,
I wanted to be someone else, someone not me,
But soon the world turned silent,
No crying, no voices, nothing,
I wondered if I was finally at peace,
The great Harry Potter dies at 100 years of age; that would probably be the headline; wizards have been known to have extremely long lifespans,
But then I opened my eyes to see light,
As I looked around, I saw my hands; they were so tiny,
'What happened?' I thought to myself,
As I looked a far as I could see, I could make out doctor and nurses, was I in a hospital?
I looked up to see a woman crying; she had green hair and green eyes; did she dye her hair?
As a heard a man shout out about finally having a baby,
I was confused about what was happening, but then I finally made the connection,
I was that baby, wasn't I?
I had heard about the possibility of reincarnation but never took a real interest in it,
To be honest, I never took an interest in the afterlife at all,
I had always thought that after death, it was just nothingness,
Well, no reason to think about what just happened; I might as well take in what's happening right now,
I looked at the man; he had black hair and dark red eyes,
I was starting to wonder if I was even in my own reality, but I shrugged it off; it didn't matter, it's not like I'll be seeing any of my friends anyway,
Ron had died from a spy in the Ministry Of Magic when he had confronted him,
Hermione was still alive, but she was stuck in her work as the Minister Of Magic,
Ginny had died a couple of years back from falling off her broom and forgetting to bring her wand up with her,
Fred had died after the fight in Hogwarts, and after George had his first son, he killed himself and left a note apologising for everything, talking about he felt like it was supposed to be him,
Nearly everyone has either died or are still working their asses off at their jobs,
None had time to see all of their friends slowly slip away from each other,
I miss the old times when we had all the time in the world to hang out and talk,
Well, no time to dwell on it now; I was already dead and reincarnated, so might as well live life to the fullest.
THREE YEARS LATER,
"Alright, class," the teacher said, "What is a quirk?" she asked,
I had heard that term being used a lot, but I still had no clue what it was,
"A quirk is a superpower!" Bakugou said,
I had met Bakugou through my mother (it still felt odd to call her that),
As far as I could tell, Bakugou was a hot-headed toddler who probably got it from his mother since her husband was too shy to even add onto what his wife says,
Anyway, I looked up at the teacher to hear her answer, wondering if it was true,
"Yes, Bakugou, it's like a superpower," she said bubbly,
I was amazed; maybe they're like magic? Or maybe they're like superpower movies Duddley used to watch,
I was excited; I couldn't wait for my own!
A COUPLE OF DAYS LATER
Bakugou had finally gotten his quirk the day his birthday hit; it was called explosions,
I began to study it to figure out what was making it happen, and I came to the conclusion that it must come from his sweat,
After making him do some small tests from me (must to Bakugou's annoyance), I finally concluded that he had nitroglycerin-like sweat,
"HEY, IZUMI!" Bakugou called out; I flinched at the name,
A couple of days into finding out that I was reincarnated I also figured out that I was born female, which I didn't feel like it was right for me, so I kept on asking people to call me Izuku, but no one did because "Oh, you're too young to know" or "It's just a phase" or shit like that,
I never knew that being transgender was so difficult to deal with at such a young age; they should talk about it more,
"I told you to call me Izuku or Izu," I told him off,
"Yeah, sorry" Bakugou may be rude, but I don't think that he's transphobic, so that's a plus maybe he just forgot to call me by my preferred name or something like that,
"Anyway, why do you keep on making me do these stupid tests?" He asked,
"Oh, it's just to figure out what your quirk is made out of," I said in response,
"You could have just asked," he said, annoyed,
"But that wouldn't be much fun, would it?" I said, smiling,
Bakugou sighed, annoyed but just let it go,
"Okay, so what is it made out of?" He asked, sure that I would have the wrong answer,
"A nitroglycerin-like substance in your sweat," I said, looking through my bag for my book,
"W-wait what? How did you know?" He said, confused,
"After all the tests we did, it shows that it's your sweat, and if you look at the components of explosions, it comes up with nitroglycerin, and from there I looked deeper into it," I answered truthfully,
"Maybe you have an intelligence quirk..." I just sighed in response,
If I had an intelligence quirk it wouldn't be much help for me since I already have the mindset of an adult,
"Alrighty, class it's time to go home!" The bubbly teacher said,
Bakugou and I packed our things, but then I was pushed by someone, it was a group of boys who had just surrounded Bakugou and kept bugging him about his quirk, but Bakugou seemed to like the attention,
I just sighed and left,
I had already been the popular kid and the unpopular kid before, and so I didn't really care for popularity; it normally came down to if you were strong,
I don't want to surrounded myself with people only caring about who's strong and who's not,
I just want a peaceful life,
But we don't always get want we want.