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Okay, I know I should probably be working on Shinigami at Hogwarts by now, and that this is the second (technically third if you count the one I deleted) Bleach/HP x-over I've done, but I had a severe case of writers' block so I started working on another crossover (yes, there's another one and no, you can't see it yet). Then when I got writers' block on that and I still had no idea what to do with my Shinigami at Hogwarts thing, this started plaguing my mind (that was about a month ago. It's probably the fastest story I've ever finished. Probably the longest too).

So, in the Bleach world, this is set years after the Winter War. I'm not quite sure how many years. It has some references to Shinigami at Hogwarts, but not too many.

In the Wizarding world, this is summer before fifth year, but before the dementors' attack.

Without further adieu, I give you my newest fic, Liana Kuchiki.

"Ah… Kuchiki-taicho," Kurotsutchi drawled. "So you managed to navigate your way into my squad."

The Kuchiki lord's eyes narrowed. "What did you call me here for, Kurotsutchi-taicho?"

"I was looking over the reiatsu signatures in the magical worlds, specifically their young heroine," he snickered, "and I found the most curious thing about her." His laughter became louder, as if he was relishing in knowledge that no one else had.

"And why would I need to know of this?" he asked, thoroughly annoyed with the other man. "As you know, I haven't had anything to do with the British Wizarding World since Yoruichi graduated from that school."

"Because, Kuchiki-taicho," he sneered happily. "According to the readings, Liana Potter has the combined reiatsu of you and your late wife!"

"What?" he asked sharply. The only way two signatures could be combined would be if the two in question had had a child, and he had no children!

The clown's grin didn't sooth his nerves. "After some research, I discovered that only days before her death, your wife was told that she was pregnant. I believe, fearing your family's reaction, she fled to the World of the Living and gave her child to one of her distant relatives, Potter Lily, who couldn't have children of her own. Of course, I don't know, nor care, whether Kuchiki Hisana is still alive."

The other captain didn't notice the last part, too absorbed in the sudden whirlwind of his thoughts. She had been pregnant? He had a fourteen-year-old daughter? A daughter who was being trained in magic? The infant who had defeated Riddle was his child?

His mind turned to the rest of his family as a migraine formed, pulsing painfully at his skull. The Council of Elders would be furious at the discovery of an heir of mixed blood, and would demand her connection to the Kuchiki Clan be nullified before anyone could find out about it. However, despite never knowing the girl, his loyalty to his family would never allow him to do such a thing.

On the other hand, his sister would probably be happy she had a niece, and his grandfather would be privately thrilled at the news of a great-granddaughter, but would otherwise be neutral – neither helping his grandson nor hurting him. And then there was the girl herself. He knew for a fact she lived with Potter Lily's muggle sister and brother-in-law, who were less than pleased with her magical abilities. He didn't want to think of the likelihood of his child being abused, despite the fact he had just been told of her. Long lost or not, she was still a Kuchiki – she was still his daughter.

His attention was refocused on reality when one of Kurotsutchi's many contraptions screeched before quieting, belatedly realizing just how long he had been contemplating this new information. He nodded curtly. "Thank you for the information… Kurotsutchi-taicho," he said stiffly. Unable to bring himself to speak beyond that, he whirled around and left the blinking room.

Outside he found a familiar purple haired menace leaning against the wall, watching with a strange glint in her eye as she spoke quietly. "So, you finally know, huh?"

His eyes narrowed at the statement and implications, ration and self control askew in light of the news. "Are you claiming you knew of this, Shihoin Yoruichi?"

She smirked the shine in her golden orbs disappearing as she pushed herself off the wall. "Kisuke figured it out just after Ichigo-kun lost his powers. Don't worry, no one else knows. Come on, everything's been set up."

"What do you mean?" he asked suspiciously.

She sighed exasperatedly as she took in his distrustful expression and the hint of confusion in his stance. "You're not just going to leave her to the mercy of the Dursleys, are you? It's already a couple of weeks into summer; she could be seriously injured by now! Now come on! I've been waiting to take her out of that place forever!"

"… Very well." The captains of the Gotei 13 had been given reports of the young witch's home situation when she had first been placed there, and his recollections of them were not very pleasing. Yoruichi grinned before pulling him towards the Shihoin's senkaimon, telling him that it had already been given the coordinates to Little Whinging.

~oOo~

When the two nobles appeared on Privet Drive, they were both in gigais and dressed in semi-formal clothing that were appropriate for humans in this day and age. Yoruichi paid no attention to her new navy dress and matching purse as she quickly strode over to Number Four. "I doubt you're going to like what you see in there. Just be quiet and try not to blow something up… Actually, just be yourself." She grinned at him before turning to knock on the door.

A fat boy with piggy blue eyes opened the door, his face and fingers sticky with chocolate. He had apparently been interrupted in the middle of his television program as the distorted sounds of the device floated through the hall.

"Yeah?" he grunted, a bit disgruntled at having to get the door when he had previously been occupied.

If Shunshin Yoruichi felt any revulsion at his appearance and lack of decorum (Byakuya certainly did), she didn't show it – simply smiling brilliantly and adjusting her purse. "Hello, young man, are Vernon and Petunia Dursley here? There's something we," she gestured to herself and the black haired man watching from behind her, "need to speak to them about."

His face screwed up into a disgusting grimace before he hollered, "MUM! DAD! There's people here to see you!"

A couple who strongly resembled a walrus and starved horse entered the hallway as Byakuya stepped inside, closing the door behind him.

"Yes? How can we help you?" Petunia asked simperingly.

"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Dursley. We're here to retrieve Liana Potter. Is she home?" Yoruichi asked, if only for the sake of posturing.

"We-we don't know anyone by the name of Potter," her husband blustered.

"Oh, but sir, you are Vernon and Petunia Dursley, aren't you? I have papers here that specifically state Liana Lily Potter is in your custody… do you hear moaning?" Her cat-like ears twitched as she looked upstairs, a curious expression that her companion knew was fake donning her features.

"Oh… that must be the dog… it came from my sister, Marge, you know," Mr. Dursley said tightly, face turning puce despite his smiling. He inwardly scowled, cursing, and made a mental note to thrash that she-freak to death later.

"Well, in any case, Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, perhaps you could give us a tour of your lovely home? I've heard some rumors that some of your furnishings are only dreamed of in such an already well-off neighborhood!" She flattered them shamelessly. "I'm afraid my own house is rather dull – I really am horrible at picking out furniture, so I just leave it plain. Perhaps if I saw your exquisite taste, I would be able to decide something for myself."

"Of course," Petunia said in what she must've thought was a sweet manner, "Right this way, Ms…?"

"Shihoin. Don't worry if you can't pronounce it. Most people here can't. Byakuya?"

He glanced at her. "I believe I shall stay downstairs, Yoruichi." He could sense a frightening amount of reiatsu coming from a cupboard, of all things. "Please do not wait for me, Mr. Dursley. I shall find my own way around."

The large man grunted before lumbering back into the living room, followed closely by his pig of a son.

He waited until the Dursley matriarch was upstairs before cautiously opening the door. The overwhelming stench of dry blood and human waste slammed into him, and he took a moment to compose himself before tentatively tugging at the string attached to the naked bulb.

Inside, he saw an old mat made for an infant's changing table, so worn it was nothing more than a board made of fabric. Dry blood covered both it and the floor, though there wasn't very much floor in the first place. He felt his reiatsu flare as he saw 'LIANA'S ROOM' scrawled in a childish hand on the opposite wall, written with a bright green crayon.

Just as he saw this, he heard his companion scream, something he had never heard before due to her training as Onmitsukido. "BYAKUYA!" she shrieked as her reiatsu fell in such a way that it was clear she was horrified.

He was quickly on his feet and rushing up the stairs – damn gigai! – and approached where she was staring into a room, wide-eyed with her hands clapped over her mouth. Petunia was hovering around her, any number of excuses falling from her lips. She had caught up in a fight against the neighborhood boys. She had fallen fall a tree. Temporarily disregarding the situation, he resisted the urge to sneer at her. How desperate was this woman?

He looked into the room and felt his heart stop.

Lying on the sorry excuse for a bed was a young girl, possibly only thirteen-years-old. Midnight hair was thrown haphazardly over her face, dulled and matted with dried blood as she took long, shuddering breaths that sounded vaguely reminiscent of an old man wheezing on his death bed. Dried puddles of reddish-brown stained unhealthily pale skin as a pain filled moan escaped her lips. Byakuya felt the horror and fury mount in his chest as he stared at the girl that was supposedly his flesh and blood, dying before his eyes at the hands of her so-called relatives.

Yoruichi pushed Petunia away from the door and gently dropped to her side, her maternal instincts making a rare occurrence. "Keep her back, Byakuya," she said sharply. "We can't have her calling for her whale of a husband."

The nobleman quickly bound her with Rikujokoro and silenced her by casting Horin on her mouth, unsure of what to do in such an environment other than rush the injured to the nearest medical facility.

"Hold on, sweet child," the purple haired woman whispered, waving a wand over her injuries and doing whatever she could to stabilize her. "I'm here to help you, sweet girl. I'm a witch. Try to hold on, little one, try to hold on. Don't give up, lovely child, please don't give up!"

Byakuya shot the blond woman a fierce glare before walking inside, glancing at the window as a letter zoomed in.

"'Dear Miss Potter," he read aloud, "We have received intelligence that you performed healing charms at thirty-two minutes past three this afternoon in a Muggle-inhabited area in front of a Muggle.

The severity of this breach of the Decree for the Reasonable of Underage Sorcery has been resulted in your expulsion from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Ministry representatives will be calling at your place of residence shortly to destroy your wand.

As you have already received an official warning for a previous offense under section 13 of the International Confederation of the Wizards' Statute of Secrecy, we regret to inform you that your presence is required at a disciplinary hearing at the Ministry of Magic at 9 A.M. on August 12th.

Hoping you are well,
Yours sincerely,
Mafalda Hopkirk

IMPROPER USE OF MAGIC OFFICE

Ministry of Magic'"

Yoruichi snorted as the girl in front of her finally stabilized, falling into an artificial sleep. She picked up a quill and parchment.

'Dear Madam Hopkirk,

Please excuse Miss Liana Potter's recent underage magic. A companion and I have visited her in her home of Number Four, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. She seemed in desperate need of healing so I used my wand to heal her.

Please have a good day,
Lady Yoruichi – Head of the Great Noble House of Shihoin'

She handed the short letter to the snowy owl after picking the lock on its cage. "Take this to the Improper Use of Magic Office, please." She smiled slightly at the bird's wariness and glances at her mistress. "Don't worry, we'll make sure Liana is fine."

The bird chirped in relief at the two who wanted to help her mistress before taking the letter and swooping out of the window. The black haired man cautiously picked up the injured girl, careful not to jar her wounds.

"The Kuchiki English Residence isn't very far from here," he said, resisting the urge to marvel at the girl in his arms. There would be plenty of time for that later.

Yoruichi nodded. "Apparate, if we're going long distance it'll be fast than shunpo." Because of their slow aging and lack of hobbies besides studying, noble children often had nothing to do in their free time other than to learn the tricks of the living world, and it was no different for the two of them.

He waited as she weaved her wand in intricate patterns to disable the wards before disapparating.

"Hopefully it isn't Mad-Eye on guard duty," she muttered as she turned on the spot.