A Dear Friend

Summary: Midoriya had known the moment when people couldn't see, hear, or even touch Harry, something was wrong. Izuku asked the older boy a question that made him doubt his own sanity. "Harry, how come people can't see you?" Green eyes, the same color as death, smiled at his query. "It's simple, I'm all in your head, dear friend." Izuku thought he was a gift, but the boy soon found out that all ' gift has consequences.

Chapter 1 Alone in a Crossroad

He was four when he had met Harry. Izuku remembered because he had sprained his ankle whilst running from bullies. The reason why is his quirkless nature. He had no power, nothing supernatural embedded in his genes to make his presence known to the world. Even then, these children, monsters would still have haunted him. His meek personality made him a target, and he won't ever forget the first person that hammered him in. Kacchan wasn't there to help. The constant companionship was broken the moment Izuku realized something important, very crucial and so cold and heart wrenching, he had wished he had no mind to solve it. One look towards those ruby orbs; he had known his best friend had cast him aside.

Kacchan had left Izuku to the wolves, a den of hideous beings waiting to strike his throat at the slightest of squeaks. Red eyes, the color of blood, sneering in vain; a strong jaw and an upturned nose, jutted. That was what Kacchan had portrayed when Izuku had asked if they could still commence their usual friendly meetings. Something in the green-haired male shattered because knowledge like this was not meant for children like him. It was not fair Midoriya had to experience these emotions. It was not fair, but the world is never fair, to begin with. Midoriya does not need a verbal answer and was smart enough to learn when he wasn't wanted. So, he left his side, despite the longing when he glances at the blond boy's back, because Kacchan, his no-longer best friend, had abandoned him.

Izuku ran. His shoe covered feet pitter-pattered on loose rubble in the play area. It led to a forest, and hopefully, the fortress he had built when he was still part of Kacchan's group, was unchanged and strong as it was when they constructed it. His heart pounded against his ribcage, fear had stroked his mind, whilst he mumbled plans and ideas on how to lose the bullies. Midoriya was not successful though, because of the feel coiling within his gut, snaking its way to his limbs and constricts him of air.

Izuku barreled into the clearing, having faith that the fortress had stood against time. His mouth pouted, as fresh tears tumbled out of his green forest eyes. The fortress at the base of the oak tree was ruined. The roof caved in, mold and fungus had rotted the wooden walls, and rusty nails littered the dirt ground. It was a mess, and Izuku had no shelter he could've hid in. He heard rustling in the nearby trees, and despair once again settled in his gut. This low, heavy pain of pure anxiety spread throughout his body as if lava and ice had consumed him in a never-ending torrent of emotions. He could've nearly smelt it; the trouble was brewing in the air, whilst his struggle for life bubbled within him.

A red boot, so ragged and tainted of dirt, stepped inside his circle. Green eyes widened, and Izuku finalized this will be the moment his existence will end. Lungs puffed, desperate to take in oxygen, and his body shook with fear. Fear, just fear alone will swallow him in darkness if he did not get out. But alas, it was too late, because the bullies were coming closer. The hounds, monsters disguised as children taunted him, howled names, and threw rocks his way. Wooded sticks flew in the air, and smacked him across his forehead, and blood gushed from the wound those monsters provide.

Demons, these children were demons. They said they wanted to be heroes, but with evil swimming along finely in their eyes, he hadn't believed a single word. Their smirks were full of lies; their innocents are brimming with deceit. Yes, children were cruel, but these ones will always remain as monsters to him. The leader, the one wearing red boots, swaggered to Izuku, demanding his money. Same as usual, only when the green haired boy's hand came up empty, was when things turned for the worst.

"You really are useless, Deku!" 'Red boots' (because that was the single thing he had remembered about the child) snickered along with his brethren's, pointing and ridiculing Izuku. The boy was older, a quirk displaying at the palms of his hands; sparking rocks floated above Red Boot's, preparing to launch at him. Izuku mumbled apologies, hoping these monsters would understand his lack of financial use, and his promise of money for the next time, which he prayed to never happen, they meet again. As expected, they wouldn't budge, and slowly they circled the poor trembling boy.

It's as if he was a sheep amongst a pack of wolves, waiting to be devoured, waiting for the pain to start so it would be over soon. It hadn't occurred to Midoriya, how this single moment would change the course of his life forever. The first person to strike against him was a gangly child with sandy hair and cold black eyes. She stretches her arms and jabbed both of her appendages to Izuku's tummy, and lunch was suddenly all over the floor.

"Aw, did that hurt, little Deku?" Sandy Hair smirks and flips her locks sideways. "Cause that's what you get for not giving us money!" The rest laughed, they always laughed no matter how hurt he was. They howl with malice because blood was spilled, his blood was spilled. This was no way to live, but thoughts were eradicated when another attack rampaged through his side. It burns, the sting of rocks and debris littered the right side of his abdomen. Izuku screamed his mercies, begging for his aggressors to stop, to end his misery and let the past be bygones. They replied with more injuries thrown to his body, whilst Izuku could do nothing to stop them.

Midoriya had known why these bullies were targeting him. It was because Kacchan wasn't with him anymore. They had a grudge against his former best friend, and ever since then, these monsters came and claimed the blonde's forgotten 'territory'. All of this happened because he was abandoned because no one wanted the cripple as a companion.

The beatings turned into torture when one of the four decided to fracture his arm. This triggered Izuku to jump and skid backward towards the lump of rotting woods and rusting nails. Doom, that was what his mind relayed. Izuku was doomed to die at this moment, because a broken moldy board had pierced his ribs, and death was forcing him to his realm.

And Death had succeeded, because Izuku, his soul, had seen his own body in a bloody dripping mess, whilst a child with a fire quirk flamed it. The heat was not hot enough to burn his whole remains, but with emotional distress fueling her power, it was near sunset when his charred burnt body was nothing but black coal.

Izuku was crying. How was he to tell his mother he had died? How was he to tell he loves her and that he doesn't ever want to leave her side? He wants to go back home, where it's warm and nothing bad will ever happen to him. Where he was safe, and not cold in-

Something inky, a blackish hue radiating from within his own being burst forward. It was bustling with energy, an intense green light, bright yet dull as if washed by Death itself, floated in an ever graceful dance. It loomed over Midoriya, and that terrified the once human being. The child had never seen this glowing entity, but like any child, curiosity had taken its toll when Midoriya had touched said light.

The green shade shaped an extension of itself into a hand and softly grabbed Izuku's small appendage. The boy had giggled at the sensation, perplexed that such a thing would scare him in the first place when the light is gentle. It patted his head.

"So young," The voice was mellow as it echoed through the forest night. "It's nothing special. I've been taken young myself."

"I'm sorry," Izuku said, whilst his too green eyes were brimming with tears.

The hue brushed the salty liquids away. "Nothing to be sorry for." It then observed it's surroundings before making a deal with the child. A deal so immense and fulfilling that no person with loved ones would ever disagree too. And Izuku said yes.

" A Life for a Life, child. "Feather touches grace his locks, placing disorganized strands of hair to its satisfaction. "For new Life to be reclaimed once more, another must be offered to the Earth." The being leveled to Midoriya's height and asked a simple, but a life-changing question.

"Show me, child, who is at fault for your demise."

Three days after Midoriya was missing, Hinichi Haruhi, a third grader at Mei Elementary was found dead. Her death was the cause of her own misuse of her quirk, resulting in not only her loss of life, but her immediate family as well. The house at Kurositchi St. was burned under an inferno of forest green fire, where ashes were the only remnant, and neither bone nor material was found intact. Another four days passed, and a lone boy, covered in soot, naked and shivering in the wind was spotted near the park of his own deathbed, unbeknownst of his other companion lurking in his shadows.

"Harry," Midoriya whispered in his mind whilst pediatricians scrutinized his nonexistent injuries, "what are you?"

"I am your gift, Midoriya," There was a pause before the being commences once more. "And a friend, your very own Dear Friend."

And that Friend was the Master of Death itself.

Oh man, oh man, had I had to wait for this story to be written fully. This plot had been going inside my head for far too long for it not to get its own spotlight, ya know. But yes, Harry is this case, had fully taken over the mantle of Master of Death, and is using the title to its full potential. He's a bit darker in this story than my other previous HP X BNHA crossover, and the reason why is because of his previous experiences of being reborned over and over again and forced to fix other people's mistakes. I mean, if I were to be in his situation, I would too be cynical about every little thing going on with the living.

Anyways, next chapter is going to be darker, so let's hope those that love angst are gonna like this. As always, thank you for reading, and please, don't be afraid to review and give me your thoughts. Can't wait to see y'all next time. Peace out!