Wands Are For Amateurs
Izuku/Harry POV
When I finally got home, my mother was sitting in front of the TV and snacking on some ice cream in a tub, for a moment there I thought she was Dudley,
After shaking my head, I looked at her and said “Afternoon mom” of course there came no response, she liked ignoring me, but I could say I’m used to it,
After a minute or two, I went back upstairs and shut the door, had a shower and planned to try some magic but after realising this door doesn’t have a lock, I just grabbed my notes and left, saying goodbye to my mom, which, of course, didn’t get a reply back,
I walked all the way down to the small forest, it was quite the walk for my small legs but I could manage,
I looked around to see if anyone was there, luckily it was just me and a few cars,
As I walked into the forest, I opened up one of my notepads, and flicked through all the pages until I got to the one I was looking for,
‘How to cast without a wand: memorised (might be missing a few things)’
Since I hadn’t done it before I had to go from memory, which I could remember most of it, but I still worried that the parts that I couldn’t remember were important, well, I guess we’ll see,
Still looking at the page, I raised my arm to my eye level,
My notepad stated that you’d have to let the magic run through you, and I had guessed that I would have to feel a powerful emotion, but that was because younger children would often accidentally use magic while under a lot of stress, or when feeling a strong emotion,
I closed my eyes, imagining that my magic was running from my chest to my arm, I could somewhat feel the magic get passed to my hand, but now was for the tricky part,
I had no clue what I could imagine for a strong feeling, maybe when me and Ginny got married? But that might not be the type of emotion I’m looking for…
Then he remembered when Dobby died in his hands all because he wanted to protect me,
Sadness,
Sadness filled up the emptiness in where my wand would be, and it seemed like that did the trick as soon as tears started rolling down my eyes I could hear a big explosion, not big enough for other people to hear but it was big for me, a soon to be five year old,
As soon as I opened my eyes, I could only fill pure and utter joy, I could still use magic!
Sure, it was harder than with a wand but I could practice! And I was prepared to practice since I am aiming to be a vigilante,
A FEW YEARS LATER
Third person POV
As he walked into the bathroom to wash his face, he looked up at my reflection, it had changed a lot from when he was younger,
His face was covered in freckles, and his cheeks protruded out, mainly because the baby fat on his face has slimmed down quite a lot,
His eyes were the same though, large and bright, they still held the emerald green colour,
The thing he hated the most right now wasn't his scars or his short stature, it was that he was now going through puberty,
He had always hated the idea of going through puberty again, but now with a female body, it just sounded like a nightmare,
Luckily, he had found that some sports bras would compress his chest enough that it wouldn't be too noticeable that he was going through puberty,
After looking at himself for at least a couple of minutes, looking at what had changed, he washed his face and got ready for school,
WHILE AT SCHOOL
Heading to school wasn't too much trouble, but once he got there, hell broke loose,
There were people ready to trip him, people throwing insults at him, and people scratching words into his desk,
Deku
Quirkless nobody
Do us all a favour, and kill yourself
You'll never be a real man
Those were the most common ones that he would find, but he could manage,
In his past life, he would often have insults thrown at him, he would be constantly threatened by Dudley and his lackeys,
But now, he had Bakugou; he hadn't really kept up with the nickname, but why would he? He knew they weren't friends, and he wasn't hoping they could rekindle the friendship,
But that didn't stop Bakugou from tormenting him throughout his life,
Izuku had scars that littered his body, from head to toe; they were from all kinds of different things from burns from Bakugou to getting rocks thrown at him,
But the students weren't the only ones tormenting his life, the teachers were in on it, too; in his past life it wasn't as bad but he was used to it all the same,
The teachers, while not being physical, would still make his life hell,
They would put him in detention for 'fighting' and 'irritating' another person and downgrade his work so that Bakugou could be on top, he knew this because he double-checked his work afterwards and nearly 100% of the time he got them all correct, but yet the most he ever got was 84% correct,
When he made it to his seat, there behold, was 'Deku' and 'Useless' and all that kind of shit, while looking at it closer he could tell everyone's personal handwriting, and so he came to the conclusion that everyone had helped in this one,
As he was about to scrub his desk clean he heard the teacher yell out to him "IZUMI! What do you think you're doing? You're distracting everyone, get in your seat!"
Rolling his eyes at the dead name, he had gotten used to people not calling him his name, but it didn't mean that he was okay with it,
Sitting at his desk, half listening to what his teacher was saying, he was more focused on what today was,
Today was the day, he was finally going to go out vigilating,
Sure, he might only be 11 years old, but still, he had magic to back him up!
Whatever could go wrong with an 11 year old with magic?