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Ch1》Harry meets Izuku
"Sorry, your son doesn't possess a quirk." The doctor said.
"Can it manifest later? When he is older?" The mother asked.
"Sorry, but the odds of that happening is very slim." The doctor replied.
"Mom can... can I... I be a hero?" The little boy asked hopefully.
"I am so sorry Izuku..." The mother couldn't lie to her son and apologised trying to comfort him.
"Al-All M-Might! ca-can I be a hero without a quirk?" The boy asked.
"Kid, it is admirable that you want to be a hero. But unfortunately it is impossible to be a hero without a quirk. You see, hero work involves dangers that can't be handled without special powers. Well, if you really want to help other people, then become a policeman or doctor." The robust man dressed in a colorfull spandex, said solemnly.
"Deku! You quirkless bastard! You shouldn't try to compete with me." A boy with blonde spiky hair yelled as fire sparks could be seen forming in both of his hands.
"So-sorry, Kacchan, I-I just wanted to..." The messy haired boy meekly replied.
"Shut up, Deku!" The blonde boy attacked.
"Sorry mom, I can't go on like this any longer." A boy muttered as he jumped from a five storied high building. His messy hair fluttering upwards, as few water droplets escaped from his tightly shut eyes. The distance between him and the ground decreased rapidly until he was one feet above --
"ARRESTO MOMENTUM"
A green light enveloped the boy as his falling body stopped mid-air. Moments later his body turned upright and gradually descended until his feet touched the ground.
"Hey, kid are you alright?" A man asked as he rushed to the boy. He had a wooden stick that had carvings which resemble clusters of elderberries runningdown its length
"Looks like, he is knocked out from the earlier shock." The man muttered as he held the boy's unconscious body.
The man looked middle aged, his hair was messy similar to the boy except for the shades of green at the end. His green eyes peeking through the round glasses with thin frame that had a metallic glint on it, his skin looked pale white. He was wearing blue jacket with long sleeves and black pants that reached down to his brown leather boots.
He looked around. After noticing that there was no one around, his grip tightened around the boy and --
POP!
-- they vanished into the thin air.
In a spacious room with a round table in the centre with two sets of sofa around it, two figures suddenly appeared out of thin air. The man then gently laid down the unconscious boy on the sofa, as he sat on the opposite sofa with long sigh.
He looked at the boy's green eyes which were exaclty like his own eyes but of a lighter shade. If it wasn't for the fact he looked more British, they could've been mistaken for being father and son -- similar messy hair, unique green eyes and so on.
The man then took out the same wand and pointed toward the boy.
"Rennervate." He whispered as a yellow light shot from the tip of the wand. The moment it touched the boy --
*Cough* *Cough* The boy coughed loudly as he jerked a little. He turned his head all around in quick successions probably wondering where he was.
"How are you feeling?" The man asked politely.
"Just sore—" He rose from the sofa with a jerk as he turned toward the source of the voice as his eyes fell on the man.
"Who are you? Where am I? The last thing I remember... I jumped from the build— am I? Is this afterlife?" The boy asked rapidly as his question gradually turned into quiet ramblings which could only be heard by himself, "So that means one can remember everything even after dying. I can even feel my pulse—"
"Woah! Easy there kid." The man stopped the boy's monotonous muttering,
"S-sorry, I-I sometimes starts rambling. I-its a bad habit of mine." He said meekly.
"No problem, kid," The man said, "As for this place being afterlife, sorry to burst your bubble but this is my home."
"I am alive then. How did I surv--"
"I caught you before your body could reach the ground."
"How—"
"I used my mag—quirk to stop your fall." The man said.
"So what's your name, kid?" The man asked.
"Iz-Izuku, Izuku Midoriya." The boy stuttered at the sudden question.
"Here, drink some water." The man handed over a glass of water.
*gulp*gulp*
The boy quickly gulped the whole content of the glass down his dry throat.
"So, now that you are calm, let's talk." The man said with a serious tone.
The boy looked nervous.
"So what compelled a boy of your age to commit suicide?" The man asked as he stared at boy's big round eyes. He whispered "Legilimens". Suddenly he was assaulted by numerous sad memories of Izuku's childhood.
When Izuku was about five years old, he was taken to doctors to check whether he had a quirk. He was diagnosed quirkless. That led to argument between his parents. His father abandoned them. He was embarrassed to reveal his son's quirkless status. But his mother was firm in her decision to raise Izuku, if necessary, alone. So they got divorced. His mother had a small business and some properties she inherited from her parents, so they didn't have any major monetary problem. But unfortunately it was just the start of his problems. As he grew up his best friend, Bakugo started bullying him for his quirkless status. The bullying got only worse when he was in middle school. The teachers even turned a blind eye to the obvious bullying.
He only wanted to become a hero but the others thought otherwise. Even his mother couldn't give him false hope. He just wanted to hear her say "You can do it, Izuku." But he still didn't give up. But it was his childhood Idol, All Might, who broke the final straw. Izuku asked him if it was possible to become a hero without a quirk. All Might answered by saying it was impossible.
"...sir, sir--"
"-- Oh! Sorry! I was just thinking something," The man said as he jerked awake from his concentration, "Boy, you want to be a hero, right?" Asked the man raising his voice.
Izuku nodded stiffly.
"Do you know what the word 'hero' even signifies?" Asked the man.
"A hero is anyone who can show courage when faced with a problem. A hero is someone who is there to help others and gives them strength to go on through life's difficulties. A hero doesn't need a praise, fancy dress. People feels inspired by him or her," The man said with a thoughtfull expression, "Hero is all about never losing hope, never giving up. If you give up, the people depending on you will also give up."
Izuku looked ashamed.
"But sometimes it is alright to make mistakes, we are human after all," The man released a long sigh, "But what I am ashamed of you is– did it ever cross your mind, what your mother will feel when she hears her only son, for whom she had gave up everything, committed suicide?"
"How–?"
"How did I know? Well, that's a story for some other time."
"As I was saying, she will either become crazy or commit suicide herself." The man said. Izuku had a look of horror on his face.
"I... I didn't want... I just–" Tears kept falling from Izuku's eyes as he realised how mistaken he was to simply wanting to end his life, the consequences it had on others, especially his mother.
"You don't have to explain it to me," The man said as he rose from his seat, "Just apologise to your mother, okay?"
Izuku nodded. He wiped his tears with bare hands but was stopped midway by the man. "Here, take the tissue." Said the man.
After Izuku was finally calm and composed. The man handed over his bag to him.
"Hold my hand tightly," Said the man as he extended his right, "No matter what happens, don't loosen your grip and be ready for a nauseating ride."
POP!
They again vanished with popping sound of air rushing inwardly due to the vacuum created by their sudden disappearance.
They appeared in front of a house that was two storied high. It was a wooden house. It looked fairly new. The interesting thing was nobody noticed them. It was like they were invisible.
"Grr..." Izuku almost threw up.
"What was that? Is that your Quirk?" Izuku asked curiously with a sudden gleam in his eyes. He always becomes excited when he sees or hears about quirks.
"Yeah, something like that." The man said.
"What–?"
"It's story for another time," The man said with a scolding, "Did you already forget what you're her for?"
Izuku's excitement died down. He nodded and lowered his head.
The man walked toward the door with Izuku who nervously followed behind him.
He rang the bell.
"Who?" Came a female voice from inside the house.
"Mom! I-it's me, Izuku." Izuku said loud enough to be heard by his mother.
"Coming!"
They didn't have to wait as few seconds later her footsteps could be heard approaching the door.
Click!
The door opened.
"Izuku dea– Who are you?" She asked as her eyes fell on Izuku who was nervous fidgeting with his fingers in the back.
"Izuku, what happened? What got you so upset? And who is this man with you?" Izuku's mother asked in rapid successions.
"I am fine and he is... Um..." Izuku looked at the man uncomfortably as he didn't know his name. He was unsure if he had forgotten or the man didn't introduce himself. He was hesitant to guess.
"I am Harī Pottā, Harī is my first name and Pottā is my family name." The man said as he bowed.
"So, Pottā-san, may I know your reason for the visit and especially with my son in tow." Izuku's mother said. She had a little bitterness in her voice.
"I am here just to drop off Izuku at his house and also make sure that he doesn't do anything drastic." Harī said.
"Drastic! What do you mean, drastic?" She asked, "Izuku! what happened, son?"
Instead of answering, Izuku ran upto his mother and hugged her like his life depended on it. And then the dam broke. He cried his heart out. He told his mother about how he just wanted to give up and die. At first his mother was very angry for his foolishness. But after listening to the full story, she felt a little guilty. She also apologized for not realising what he was going through, earlier.
In the meantime Harry put several notice-me-not charm around them, to keep others from seeing the family going on in the doorstep.
After Izuku and his mother were calm enough, Harry was invited inside the house. He was thanked profusely by Izuku's mother for saving her son. Harry dismissed it as simply doing what anyone with power would do. When Izuku was finally asleep, Harry made an offer that would change not only his life but also the Midoriya family.
"Ms. Midoriya, It's quite difficult to recover completely from the emotional trauma Izuku had gone through." Harry finally said.
That got Izuku's mother alarmed.
"But I might have a solution, it will not only help your son to regain his self-esteem," Harry took a deep breath, "Also, he might be able to fulfill his childhood dream of becoming a hero."
"Pottā-san, What are you talking about?" Ms. Midoriya asked curiously.
"Izuku can gain a quirk– not exactly a quirk but he can gain abilities." He said.
Ms. Midoriya's eyes widened with surprise. As far she knew it was impossible to gain quirk if you aren't born with it.
"I didn't say it in front of Izuku, because I was sure he would agree without any hesitation but I wanted to get your permission first." Harry
"So what do you say?" Harry asked.
"I-is it dangerous?" She asked.
"No, there's no risk involved but the ability he will gain depends solely on him. It can be very powerful or it can be very minor. I have only a very little control over what power he will gain." Harry explained.
After thinking for a bit, she agreed but also said it depended on Izuku, what he wanted?
"Good bye. I'll see you tomorrow."
With that Harry vanished from sight.
He appeared in the same room, he had teleported earlier. He then sat on the sofa. He heaved a long sigh. His hand reached for small trinket inside his shirt pocket. It looked like stopwatch.
Click!
It opened. Inside it was a picture of women who looked in her 20s. She had brown hair with a pair of matching chocolate brown eyes. She was smiling and while leaning on the shoulder of a man standing beside her. It was Harry. He also looked quite young.
"Hermione, did I made the right decision?" He whispered as he stared at the picture of the women.
"Hermione, Hermione. Why don't you respond? Please, please just say something... I miss you... I miss you so much," He sobbed loudly as he hold the picture closer.
"God... Why me? Why the hell did it have to me to unite the hollows? I should've died with Hermione?" He cried loudly as he conjured a knife and slashed his wrist continuously. But the cut automatically closed itself at a visible rate. There wasn't even a single drop of blood. He even stabbed himself continuously. After few minutes of continuous stabbing and slashing, he gave up and threw the knife away.
That night, a monotonous sobbing and shouting sound could be heard from the lonely house that stood four storied high on the hill side.
to be continued...
A/N: So how was the rewrite, guys? Sorry it took so long. I was busy with my other story, a crossover between Harry Potter and x-overs.
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