"NO!"

Harry could see what was about to happen. Sirius was standing with his back to the veil, Bellatrix stood before him with her wand raised, pointing at the middle of his chest.

Harry ran. He managed to push Sirius out of the way just as Bellatrix fired and Harry stumbled backwards into the veil.

He could feel his body decomposing while he fell through the void but oddly enough it didn't hurt. His conciousness slowly filtered away and he felt a sense of peace surround him … at first. Then he hit the ground. Sand. There was sand everywhere.

He looked down on himself and found that he was slightly transparent, he knew right then that he was dead but at the moment he didn't feel very disturbed by this. He was distracted by the broken chain that was sticking out of his chest. Slowly as he watched it in facination it started to … corrode. He didn't know how to describe it. The point was that it was getting shorter and as it picked up speed Harry felt a deep fear grab on to him and he felt so utterly alone.

The chain had vanished and now all that was left was the thing attaching it to his chest. As that too started to "corrode" he was hit by a wave of intense pain. He screamed. He felt like he was being ripped appart and set on fire at the same time. He kept screaming until his conciousness once again started to leave him only to be replaced with a desperate hunger. All he could feel was despair.

He didn't know who he was. He didn't know what he was. He didn't know where he was. All he knew was that he was alone and he was hungry.

It had been a long time since he died, that much he knew. He had learned a lot about his current existence since then. He was what was called a "hollow" and a Vasto Lorde at that. He was still just as hungry as when he first became a hollow but he had better control of it. He also knew he was powerful. He knew that the dimension he was wandering was called "Hueco Mundo", Hollow world. He knew that time moved differently there than in other dimesions going far slower than in the human world. And he was still alone. He had chosen a name for himself some time ago, he didn't know the exact amount of time though since it was always night. Ulquiorra Ciffer.

"Join me and I can promise you won't be lonely ever again. Your hunger will subside and you will gain even greater power. How about it?" The man who had called himself Aizen Sousuke held out his hand to him. Ulquiorra stared passively at the offered apendage while he weighed his choices.

He took the hand.

He was in Scotland. He didn't know where in Scotland but he was definately in Scotland. He was letting his feet carry him wherever they wanted and had long since stopped caring about exactly where he was going.

Eventually he heard something. The sound of a battle in the distance. His feet took him towards the commotion, the sound of people fighting, of people dying. He was curious.

The first thing he noticed when he arrived at the battlefield was that there was almost no blood. This was odd seeing as it was a battlefield and he could see that people had died. There was blood but very little of it, most of the bodies looked as if they spontaniously dropped dead.

Ulquiorra approached the heart of the battle where he could see a snake-like man fighting a bushy haired girl, a redheaded boy, a longhaired exhausted looking man and a sandy blond boy. With the exception of the blond boy who was waving a sword around none of them were weilding weapons. Instead they were throwing jets of light at each other from what Ulquiorra instinctivily knew were wands. He could see that the longhaired man was almost out of comission.

As he breached the edges of the fight the people closest to him stopped and stared. They could see him, Ulquiorra was surprised though he didn't let it show. As he got closer and closer to the central battle more people stopped to gawk at him and when he reached the fighting quartet they too ceased their light-trowing to gape at him in astonishment.

"Harry?"

Harry only looked at him blankly. Sirius was in shock, Harry was dead, he knew that, but then how could he be standing here right in front of him. He knew he wasn't just seeing things because everyone else were reacting almost the exact same way he was, staring and gaping at Harry.

Sirius took a step forward and raised his hand slightly, hesitantly to touch him only to feel cold steel against his neck. He glanced down and found a curved sword pointed at his throat. Sirius hadn't even seen him move and he was now frozen in fear and confusion.

He knew this was Harry. He may be a great deal paler and have green tattoos on his face but it was definately Harry. His hair was also obviously smoother than it had been before and the half helmet thing looked suspiciously like it was made of bone. Sirius also thought Harry might be the slightest bit taller. But he couldn't focus on that right now, he could only concentrate on the sword at his neck and the fact that it was Harry holding it.

"Harry!?", Hermione shouted in shock and horror from somewhere on his left. "What are you doing!?"

When Harry spoke it was in a frightening monotone voice that was still undoubtebly Harrys voice. "Don't touch me." Harry seemed to study him for a moment before moving on to Hermione, then Ron, then Neville and lastly Voldemort. "My name is not Harry."

Just as he had finished the sentence a ripping noise sounded from above and everybody looked up to see a big tear in the sky. Sirius' attention was drawn from the sky when he heard a soft swoosh to his right. Sirus' eyes snapped to the creepy man who had appeared just a few feet away with his eyes trained on Harry. Well, he was facing Harry at least, his eyes were so squinted that they were probably closed. The man had silver hair and the creepiest smile he had ever seen including Voldemorts.

"Either let the man go or kill him Ulquiorra, Aizen-taicho sent me to get ya, he has a mission for ya", the man adressed Harry. Ulquiorra?

The sword was removed from his neck and Harry turned his back to them. This was the moment when Voldemort appearantly regained his composure. "Avada Kedavra!" The green curse flew towards Harry who simply turned around and caught it, crushed it. While everyone else was in shock Harry disappeared with the sound of something breaking the sound barrier, not quite llike the sound of apparating. The creepy man turned to Voldemort and held up what was either a long knife or a very short sword. The next second Voldemort fell to the ground dead while blood spread from the middle of his chest. Then the other man was gone too with that swooshing sound and the tear in the sky started to close. Soon it was gone as if it had never been there. Sirius' knees buckled and he fell to the ground utterly exhausted and shocked.

Everything went black.