Harry guided Izuku toward the Gryffindor table.
The moment Izuku sat down…. Hundreds of eyes locked onto him.
He kept his gaze lowered, fingers gripping the edge of the table.
Students Whispering:
"Is that kid a muggle?"
"Why is he even here?"
"He doesn't have magic, right?"
"Fraud."
"He probably tricked the professors."
Izuku glanced up briefly… then looked down again.
"I bet the hat refused him because it knew he doesn't belong here," Cassian Burke scoffed.
Brint Mupepper snorted.
"Imagine coming to Hogwarts without magic... Pathetic."
Izuku stared at the polished wood beneath his hands.
- Yeah… my typical life…
There won't be any difference…
Quirkless. Powerless.
And now even magicless.
- I'm still nothing.
More whispers followed.
"He's so scrawny."
"Bet he drops out in a week."
"Or gets kicked out."
Izuku swallowed.
- Right…. I… I shouldn't be here…
"I wish I could just…" his thoughts cracked, "…disappear forever."
Something struck the side of his head.
"Gryffindor took a MUGGLE!," Cassian laughed. "That's embarrassing."
Izuku closed his eyes.
- Same old life…
Just a new place…
That night, Izuku barely slept.
Whatever happened in Great Hall replayed endlessly in his mind.
Fraud.
Muggle.
Cheat.
Liri slept peacefully beside him.
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Morning came too fast. Izuku woke up late, groggy and unfocused, and by the time he got dressed, breakfast was already over.
Izuku stepped out of the Gryffindor dormitory alone. His robes were a little too big. His books were hugged tightly to his chest like a shield.
The hallway buzzed with chatter as students rushed to their first lecture.
He kept his head down.
- Maybe I should just stay quiet… Not bother anyone…
Footsteps quickened beside him.
Izuku turned.
"Hey!"
A boy with dark hair and familiar green eyes walked alongside him.
Albus Potter.
Beside him, a red-haired girl grinned brightly.
"We were looking for you!" Rose Weasley said. "We wanted to… walk together."
Izuku blinked.
"W… why?"
Albus shrugged.
"You looked… uh… Lonely."
Izuku nodded faintly.
They walked together down the corridor toward the courtyard.
Rose glanced at him sideways.
"So… Izuku. Everyone's talking about last night. About… why you came here so late."
Albus leaned closer, curiosity clear.
"Yeah. Hogwarts doesn't recruit older students unless something HUGE happens."
Rose nodded seriously.
"You must've done something… MASSIVE."
Izuku flinched.
"I… I'm not sure I should-"
Rose's eyes lit up.
"Oh. So you did something!"
"Come on," Albus smirked. "Tell us."
Izuku stared at the stone floor.
"…I don't know if it was magic or not," he said quietly. "But I… stopped time..."
Rose froze.
"You… WHAT?"
Albus nearly tripped.
"You stopped TIME?! Like… everything frozen? No one moving?"
Izuku nodded slowly.
"Yeah… I think so."
They were so shocked they didn't realize they'd reached the classroom door.
Izuku stepped inside… and noticed a girl immediately.
Alexis Rosier.
Tall. Elegant. Beautiful.
Her eyes locked onto him.
"Well, well," she said smoothly. "The magicless charity case is here."
Rose stepped forward.
"Alexis, leave him alone. He's new here."
Alexis flicked her hair.
"Relax, Rose. He's just…" she tilted her head, eyes narrowing, "…muggle-born? Half-blood?"
Her lips curved cruelly.
"Actually… not even that."
"You're nothing," she said coldly. "Just someone who tricked the staff. You`re a fraud! Tell me how someone without magic can join Hogwarts!"
Albus snapped,
"That's enough, Alexis!"
Izuku lowered his gaze.
"…Out of my way."
He walked past her.
Cassian Burke stuck out his leg.
Izuku tripped.
Books scattered across the stone floor. His hands scraped painfully as he fell.
Laughter exploded through the room.
"Oops," Cassian mocked. "Watch your step, no-blood."
Izuku clenched his teeth.
- Of course…
My luck followed me here too.
There won't be any difference…
"Good morning, students."
The laughter cut off instantly.
Professor Hermione Granger stood at the doorway.
"Mr. Midoriya," she said calmly, "what are you doing on the floor?"
Izuku jolted upright.
"S… Sorry!"
Snickers followed as he scrambled to his feet and moved to the side of the room.
Hermione frowned but said nothing further.
"Alright Today," she announced, "we begin with the most basic illuminating charm."
"Once you all have a good grasp of this… We will move to more advanced things"
She lifted her wand gracefully.
"Lumos."
Light bloomed instantly at the tip.
The class repeated it.
"Lumos."
Dozens of wands lit up like tiny stars. Even those who struggled succeeded within a few tries.
Everyone… Except Izuku.
He held his wand tightly.
"Lumos."
Nothing Again.
"Lumos."
Still nothing.
He Tried Again. And again.
Alexis's voice cut through the room.
"Maybe try crying, Midoriya," she sneered. "It might… MAGICALLY help you."
Laughter erupted.
Izuku's hands trembled.
- I knew it…
I knew this would happen…
Prof. Hermione approached him quietly.
"Midoriya," she said gently. "Have you ever cast a spell before?"
Izuku hesitated "No…"
She examined his wand closely.
"…Oh… Why do you have this wand?"
"It's the only one that worked," Izuku said quickly. "I tried almost every other wand."
Hermione stiffened.
"Hmm… This wand is infamous," she said quietly. "It has rejected every master. Even the strongest wizard… Harry himself once tried to wield it."
Izuku swallowed.
"But… I'm not lying. It really worked. You can ask Professor Reed."
Hermione studied him for a long moment.
"All right. Try again."
She stepped back.
"Lumos."
Izuku raised his wand.
"Lumos."
Nothing.
Prof. Hermione said "Try Nox."
"Nox."
Still nothing. Not even a spark.
Hermione leaned closer, concern clear.
"Izuku… this is worrying. If you cannot perform even basic magic, you may be held back."
Her gaze flicked to the class.
"Potentially removed from some lessons."
She softened her voice.
"Try again later. Alone. With focus."
Izuku nodded.
"Okay… I'll try."
Charms ended with Izuku feeling hollow. He wasn't able to do anything.
As they walked to the next class, students laughed loudly about how easy Lumos and other charms they learned were.
Rose glanced at him.
"Don't worry. It's your first day."
Albus nodded.
"You'll get it. You just need time."
Izuku hugged his books closer.
"…I… hope so."
They walked down the corridor together toward their next class.
Rose frowned at her schedule.
"Magical Etiquette & Theory. With Professor Seraphine Nightbloom."
Albus grimaced.
"She HATES half-bloods. Hates Muggleborns. Hates anyone weak."
Izuku froze mid-step.
"…Hates muggles?"
Rose glanced at him.
"She won't… literally hurt you. But she's very strict."
Izuku sighed quietly.
"Great…"
They reached the classroom.
Izuku slipped into a seat near the back, hoping. Foolishly… to go unnoticed.
The door clicked shut.
Professor Nightbloom entered.
Her heels struck the stone floor sharply with every step.
She didn't greet the class… Straight to the lesson.
"Magic is power," she said coldly. "Power demands etiquette, structure, and understanding. This is not a playground."
Her eyes drifted.
Then locked onto Izuku.
FK… Izuku swallowed.
She walked straight toward him, circling slowly.
"So…" she said softly, venomously.
"…Muggle. Explain why Hogwarts is wasting a seat on you."
"I… I don't know," Izuku whispered.
"Oh, you don't know?" She smiled. "Let me explain then, class."
She turned.
"A Muggle is a non-magical human. Someone… incapable of spellcasting."
She turned back to Izuku.
"Muggles live in filth. In pointless struggle. Parasitic upon wizardkind."
Her voice hardened.
"They DO NOT BELONG HERE."
Gasps rippled through the room.
Some students laughed.
Izuku stared at his desk.
SLAM.
Her wand struck his desk.
Izuku flinched violently.
"LOOK AT ME," she snapped, "when I speak to you, Muggle."
He looked up.
Albus stood.
"Professor… that's wrong."
Her gaze snapped to him.
"Oh?" she smiled. "Now YOU are going to tell ME what's right and wrong?"
"He's a student here," Albus said firmly. "He deserves respect."
"Respect?" Nightbloom scoffed.
She turned back to Izuku.
"This boy doesn't seem to have a problem with what I'm saying."
She tilted her head a little..
"Tell him…"
Izuku stayed silent.
"I said TELL… HIM…."
Izuku's voice barely carried.
"I… don't have a problem… being called… a Muggle…"
The classroom exploded in laughter.
Alexis Rosier laughed the loudest.
Nightbloom smiled in satisfaction.
"Good," she said calmly. "You know your place."
Izuku lowered his head.
She returned to the front of the room.
"Magical Etiquette is the foundation of wizarding society. Without it, magic collapses into chaos."
Her wand flicked.
Words appeared on the board:
Hierarchy. Conduct. Bloodline. Spell Authority.
"Now," she said, "who can tell me the first rule of magical hierarchy?"
Rose's hand shot up.
"No," Nightbloom said flatly.
She walked back toward Izuku.
"Mr. Midoriya… why don't you explain it?"
Izuku froze.
"I… I don't-"
She sighed theatrically.
"Of course you don't know."
She returned to the center.
"Rule Number One: Wizards of strong lineage deserve respect."
Her eyes slid to Izuku.
"And those without lineage should lower their gaze in the presence of their betters."
The class giggled.
Izuku wrote silently in his notebook.
"Try not to take notes, Mr. Midoriya," she said lazily. "You might strain your non magical brain."
More laughter.
Izuku's head sank lower.
She waved her wand.
Lines of glowing magical text floated into the air.
"Etiquette requires posture. How one sits reflects inner discipline."
She snapped her fingers.
"Everyone straighten your backs."
Her eyes were fixed on Izuku.
"Except you, Mr. Midoriya. You may continue slouching. I'm sure it's the posture your… kind… is used to. Am I right?"
Izuku nodded.
"Now," she continued, tapping the board, "magical theory."
"Magic is fueled by focus, intent, and internal reserves of power. Purebloods often demonstrate stronger reservoirs due to heritage."
She paused.
"Muggleborns may develop theirs through discipline."
Her lips curled.
"But Muggles…"
"…have none."
She flicked her wand.
Thin silver sheets of enchanted parchment floated onto every desk.
"This paper measures magical reserves," she said. "No spellcasting required. Simply place your palm on it and focus."
She demonstrated.
Her parchment burst into flame at the edges before dissolving into smoke.
"Average burns the corners. Above average burns with smoke. Exceptional burns half the page."
Rose's parchment curled and smoked.
"Well done, Miss Weasley. Above average."
Albus's sheet burned halfway.
"Impressive."
Almost everyone showed results.
Then she reached Izuku.
She smiled.
"Now then… let's confirm that you, Mr. Midoriya… have NOTHING."
"Place your hand."
Izuku thought,
- Nothing's going to happen.
He placed his hand on the parchment and closed his eyes.
"Nothing," Nightbloom said confidently.
Then…
FWOOM.
The sheet erupted into a violent blue-white fire. A roar of heat surge upwards, the flame reaching nearly to the ceiling.
The parchment disintegrated into ash.
Then… silence.
Izuku's eyes wide open, breathing heavily.
"I… I didn't… I didn't mean-"
Rose's jaw hung open.
Albus stood frozen.
Nightbloom staggered back.
"This… this is impossible!" she snapped. "This wasn't magic. This… this must be a trick!"
"No," Izuku shook his head. "I didn't do anythi-"
"WRONG!."
Her wand slammed onto the back of his left hand on the table.
Izuku gasped as burning pain exploded up his arm.
Blood pooled instantly.
"Professor-!" Albus shouted.
She ignored him.
Izuku tried to pull his hand away.
She grabbed his wrist and forced it back down.
"It wasn't… a trick," Izuku whispered.
"LIAR!"
Another strike.
Izuku trembled.
"I swear.. I'm not lying…"
Another strike.
Blood dripped onto the desk.
Rose turned away, shaking.
"She won't stop," she whispered. "Not until he says what she wants…"
"Admit it," Nightbloom hissed. "You CHEATED."
"I DIDN'T.."
Another strike.
Izuku tried to pull away again.
She raised her wand.
"One. More. Chance.."
Tears slid silently down Izuku's face.
"Admit it."
His fingers shook.
"…I…"
"…I cheated."
Nightbloom lowered her wand.
Her smile stretched wide.
"I am NEVER wrong."
She straightened her robes and turned away, satisfied.
Izuku sat frozen, tears running down his face.
Blood covered the desk.
No one laughed now.
No one moved.
The bell rang.
Professor Nightbloom dismissed the class without sparing Izuku a single glance.
Students began filing out, murmuring quietly, eyes avoiding him.
Izuku stayed where he was.
Shaking.
Bleeding.
Humiliated beyond anything he had ever felt.
- …Why…
Why does this always happen to me…?
Footsteps rushed toward him.
"Izuku….!"
Albus and Rose rushed to him immediately.
Albus asked "Are you okay?"
Izuku didn't answer.
His eyes were empty. Hollow.
Rose Weasley swish and flick her wand.
"Tergeo."
The blood vanished from the desk and Izuku's skin… but the wounds remained.
"Ferula."
Clean bandages wrapped neatly around his injured hand.
"…Thank you," Izuku murmured.
"You don't have to thank me," Rose said softly. "You were bleeding…"
Albus looked away, shame written all over his face.
"Yeah… we… We couldn't do anything. We should've-"
"No," Izuku interrupted quietly.
He stared at them with the same hollow expression.
"It's fine…"
Rose placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Izuku, you can't ignore this. You should complain. What she did was—"
Izuku suddenly stood.
His movement startled them.
"…To get more humiliated?" he said flatly. "No thanks. I'm… the wrong one here."
"What?" Albus said quickly. "You're not-"
"I shouldn't be here."
He turned and walked out of the classroom, trembling, head down.
Albus stared after him.
"…What happened to him? He doesn't seem okay. He seems… disturbed."
Rose crossed her arms.
"Why wouldn't he be? He was dragged into a world he never knew existed… and on day one, he gets humiliated to the absolute peak."
"I should've stepped in," Albus said. "I should've stopped her."
"That's against the rules, Albus," Rose replied quietly. "Students can't interfere with teachers."
"…And what SHE did," Albus asked bitterly, "was that ALLOWED?"
Rose didn't answer.
Izuku walked through the halls like a ghost. He didn't hear students whisper. He didn't see the portraits turn to watch him. He didn't notice his own tears. His mind was just… White Noise. Pain, Humiliation, Shame, Fear, Exhaustion, Everything at once.
He reached the Gryffindor dormitory.
"Password, dear?" the Fat Lady asked.
But she didn't need one.
The portrait swung open instantly the moment Izuku stepped forward… as if some invisible force pushed it aside for him.
He marched into his room.
His hands shook violently as he threw his books onto the floor.
His wand skidded across the room as he hurled it away.
"I DON'T WANT TO STAY HERE ANYMORE!"
His breathing came fast… panicked, furious, hopeless.
Then.. His mother's face filled his mind.
Every sacrifice she'd made.
Every coin she'd saved.
"I can't even do this right…" he whispered.
"Mom spent everything… and I'm failing… AGAIN…"
He stumbled backward.
The despair whispered darker thoughts now.
"There's no magic. No future. No quirk. No place for me."
"…Maybe," his voice cracked,
"…maybe it would be easier if I ended this miserable life…"
A tiny paw touched his leg.
Izuku froze.
He looked down.
Liri stood beside him, eyes full of worry.
Izuku sat to the floor.
She climbed into his lap, rubbing her cheek beneath his chin.
Izuku wrapped his arms around her and stayed there.
Holding the one creature who never judged him. Never doubted him. Never hurt him.
And he cried.
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That evening, the Great Hall buzzed with its usual noise.
But at the Gryffindor table…
Albus slid into the seat beside Rose, eyes scanning the hall for what felt like the hundredth time.
"Still nothing?"
"I've checked everywhere," Albus said. "Bathrooms. Library. Courtyard. Empty classrooms. He's nowhere. He didn't come to dinner. He just… vanished."
Rose frowned.
"Well… someone said they saw him heading to the dorms. Maybe he just… stayed there?"
"That long?" Albus asked. "It's been hours."
Rose nodded slowly.
"That's not normal. He looked really bad after class. Scared. Shaking. Completely overwhelmed."
"…Yeah," Albus murmured. "He looked broken."
"Honestly," Rose said quietly, "after what happened, I can't blame him for disappearing."
"I think we should check on him," Albus said. "Make sure he's okay."
Rose hesitated… then shook her head.
"No. If he's that emotional… he probably needs space."
"But leaving him alone feels wrong."
"Albus," she said gently, "he's had one day here. Everything hit him at once. Anyone would need time to process that."
"…He still shouldn't be alone."
"Maybe," Rose admitted. "But forcing ourselves into his space might make it worse. He might think we pity him."
Albus sighed heavily.
"…Yeah. You might be right."
"Let's give him tonight," Rose said. "Just tonight. If he still doesn't come out tomorrow morning…"
"We'll do something," Albus finished.
He nodded slowly.
"…Okay. Just tonight."
Both of them stared down at their plates.
Thinking the same thing.
- Please… be okay.
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But the night wasn`t about to go easy on someone.
The castle was silent at 2am.
Professor Nightbloom slept peacefully in her chamber.
Then…
BANG.
A sudden aggressive knock slammed against her door
Her eyes snapped open.
She bolted upright, heart slamming against her ribs, fingers closing around her wand.
"Who's there?" she demanded.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
The door shook with each hit. As if someone… Or something… Was trying to break it down.
Nightbloom swallowed hard, tightening her grip.
"Identify yourself!"
The knocking stopped.
Silence…
A heavy, suffocating silence…. the kind of silence that presses against the ears until the absence of sound becomes unbearable.
She stood slowly, breath shallow, and stepped toward the door.
Her hand rose. Fingers inches from the handle…
Her body froze.
Every muscle locked.
"What…" she whispered internally, panic flooding her thoughts.
"What is going on-"
She was ripped backward.
An invisible force slammed her onto the bed, flattening her against the mattress.
She stared straight up at the ceiling.
Her mouth opened to scream.
But Nothing came out.
No scream.
No gasp.
No sound at all.
Her wand slipped from her fingers and clattered uselessly to the floor.
She tried to scream.
Her chest convulsed violently.
Still nothing.
Then…
The air darkened.
Something began to descend.
A shape appeared out of nothingness, levitating… wrongly and unnaturally.
Nightbloom's breath hitched.
Sweat poured down her temples.
The scary creature leaned closer.
Lower.
Until it hovered inches from her face.
Its presence crushed her.
A voice poured directly into her mind… low, grinding, filled with promise.
YOU DARE TOUCH IZUKU MIDORIYA AGAIN…
Its knife-like fingers brushed her cheek.
Not cutting.
Not yet.
AND I WILL SKIN YOU ALIVE.
Her eyes were stretched wide, veins bursting red.
The creature lifted strands of her hair delicately, almost gently.
Tears streamed from her eyes.
YOU. UNDERSTAND?
She nodded frantically, unable to look away, unable to blink.
Pain exploded in her left hand.
She felt it before she saw it.
The exact same wounds she had inflicted on Izuku burned into her flesh… searing, precise, merciless.
She tried to scream.
The sound stayed trapped inside her skull.
The creature drifted backward, retreating slowly into shadow.
HURT HIM AGAIN…
AND I WILL RETURN.
Then…
It vanished.
The pressure released.
Nightbloom collapsed, sobbing silently, unable to move.
For the first time in her life… She was truly and extremely scared.
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In the Morning, Sunlight crept softly through the curtains. Warm and Gentle.
It fell across Izuku's face.
He blinked awake slowly, eyes swollen from crying the night before.
He sat up, rubbing his eyes.
Then… froze.
His left hand.
The hand Professor whipped over and over…
The hand Rose bandaged…
It was bare.
No bandages.
No cuts.
No bruises.
No blood.
"…What…?"
He was stunned, but forced himself to think, trying to make sense of it. "It must be… the magic… like I stopped time…"
His gaze snapped around the room.
His wand rested neatly on the bedside table.
Not where he had thrown it.
It stood upright, placed on a folded cloth carefully.
"I… I didn't put it there…"
He reached for it.
The moment his fingers closed around the wood…
He noticed a very faint glow.
Izuku swallowed.
"…The wand feels… different..."