"...We have a lot to talk about , and very little time." The grim reaper rasped. Modoriya shuddered.

"You are not one of this world, yet you were reincarnated here? It's such a rare case!" He cackled again.

"Rare case?" Midoriya asked him timidly.

"In simple terms, you were not supposed to die when you did. My theory is your fate changed at the same time as the hypothetical perpendicular of bisector of fate in this world. This caused a shift in two time streams with you at the center. Hence, you, defier of sister Fate are here."Midoriya looked at him strangely.

"You are the most interesting case I've had in a thousand years! I got you here to tell you this. Your a wizard, Midoriya!" He was not allowed to interfere, but this boy could. He gave a sadistic grin at the thought.

"In any case. In have sealed your memories till you are at an age suitable enough for the sudden increase in intelligence and awareness. Your job is to defy fate and annoy the hell out of her. Now shoo, I have work to do." Midoriya's eyes widened.

"Wait you can talk normal-ahhhh?!" Whatever he had been about to say was cut off as he fell through a hole in the floor. He grinned. It had been so long since he had made a good prank. He undid the trasfiguration on his body. He was back to being a buff guy with a cape and a stick instead of a scythe. Not very scary, or badass.

He chuckled and made his way to his bedroom. This form was not the best for meeting souls, but it was for his wife Ginny. In fact, she loved it. And that made being the Master of Death and Death's penultimate prankster okay for Harry.

"Ginny's gonna have a heck of a night"