Harry Potter and The Academy of Heroes.

Chapter 1

A/N I don't own My Hero Academia or Harry Potter.

Harry Potter and The Academy of Heroes - Chapter 1

Sometimes, one is Destined to be a hero. Sometimes, Fate makes the decision for them. Most of the time, being a hero is a choice that neither Destiny nor Fate can make for us.

As Harry Potter exited the champion's tent, he was suddenly overwhelmed by the sound. The tent itself was charmed not to let too much sound in, so only now he was exposed to the roaring crowd.

In front of him, on the other end of the arena, there was a dragon chained near a nest full of eggs. It had black scales and was overall lizard-like in appearance. This is if one skipped that instead of front legs, it had a set of giant bat-like wings. Its entire tail was covered in bronze spikes, the smallest of which would probably be the size of Harry's forearm. There was also its head; A large collection of teeth sharp as daggers and horns that could easily pierce through an armored truck. It also had yellow eyes, with vertical pupils like a cat's, which immediately focused on Harry as he entered.

He gulped and pulled his wand.

"Accio Firebolt!"

He stood there, waiting patiently for his broom to arrive, but it did not. In fact, there was no indication it would. In the past, he could feel that the spell worked, but now there was nothing. He tried again. And again. But nothing happened still.

"Looks like Potter is having trouble with the spell. Summoning charms are generally taught near the end of the fourth year. Looks like our youngest champion might still need some practice." Bagman's voice echoed across the stadium. "For those of you who do not remember, the caster needs to have a clear image and know the general location of the item."

"Like that's gonna help me..." Harry muttered. He tried one last time before resigning himself to plan B. It had little chance to work but he would try anyway.

As started to rapidly cast engorging spells, the stones that littered the arena became large boulders he managed to levitate several of them.

"Ladies and Gentlemen. I am not sure where Mr. Potter is going with all of this now, but so far he is sticking to the most basic charms... Is that softening spell? Why would he... And now he stuck himself to one of the boulders! Ladies and Gentlemen. Sticking charm is usually taught in the first year of Hogwarts, as opposed to permanent sticking charm taught in the fifth year. And now... I can't believe it! He is shooting the levitated boulders at the dragon. But they are softened. Wait! He banished his own stone! Ladies and Gentlemen! This might not only be the bravest approach yet but also the craziest!"

As his boulders sailed through the air, Harry filtered out what Bagman was screaming. He was flying at the dragon stuck to a giant boulder with softening charm on it. He had a good chance of dying.

The dragon, for its part, was busy angrily batting the boulders away with its tail. Most of them survived the impact thanks to softening charm, instead just changing the direction. None of them had the levitation charm maintained, so they landed around the nest, littering the area.

Harry's boulder met the same fate, but luckily he kept the levitation on it. Otherwise, he would learn what being crushed under a giant stone felt like.

After unsticking himself from the stone, he was now near the nest. There were still several dozen feet of distance to cover. Now came the second most dangerous part of his plan. He applied the color-changing charm to his robes to make them roughly the color of the ground. He dashed from behind one boulder to the other. The dragon didn't immediately look toward him, but now he was too close to try that again without being noticed.