As promised, here is the second in a string of crossovers between Harry Potter and Bleach. I hope that I have a good response to this; I really like making these.

"Talking" Thinking "Thinking to-from zanpakuto" "Talking in Japanese"

Disclaimer: All rights for Bleach/Harry Potter go to their respective owners.

On with the story!

*Previously on Year 1: The Utterly Despicable Stone*

The Head-Captain was filling out papers in his office when he heard a knock. He called for the person to come in, as he knew who it was. "Captain Hitsugaya, thank you for coming on such short notice."

"It is no problem," the child-Captain replied, bowing. The Head-Captain noticed that the owl was on his left shoulder. It surveyed him with coal gray eyes.

Hitsugaya seemed to be dealing better with the heat this summer. He hadn't heard as many horror stories from the tenth. Perhaps it was the field of ice that he had created. In any case, it seemed to be doing him good.

"I called you here because I have a mission for you."

"Again?" The Head-Captain was sure that the question surprised even the little Captain, as the boy looked down at the floor. The Head-Captain nodded.

"Only you can do this mission."

He saw Hitsugaya's eyebrows draw together. "What is it?"

The Head-Captain took a deep breath. If Hitsugaya was going to get angry, it was now. "It is long...back to England."

Hitsugaya's eye twitched. The Head-Captain found that quite amusing, although he didn't show it. "May I ask why I am going back?"

This was going better than he thought it would. "We have reviewed your reports, and determined that, while the wizarding world as a whole is not a threat to us, this one 'Dark Lord', also known as Voldemort, is a threat. You are to aide the wizards and witches for as long as it takes to defeat him."

Again Hitsugaya's eye twitched. Clearly the little Captain was annoyed, but was keeping it under control. "And this means going back to Hogwarts as a student?"

The Head-Captain nodded.

Hitsugaya took a breath. "Yes, sir." The boy must not have known it, but he sounded a little sulky there. Being in a school full of children must have rubbed off on him. The Head-Captain felt the corners of his mouth twitch up in a gentle smile. Perhaps this mission would do him good.

"You will be getting a letter from the school soon. You are to leave the morning after you receive it and gather all your things for your second year. Go to Captain Kurotshuchi - he will help you prepare."

"Yes, sir."

"That is all. Oh, try to have fun."

Twitch. "Yes, sir."

The Head-Captain watched him exit his office. Yes, the mission would do him good.

As Toshiro left the office, he was doing everything he could to keep himself from stomping away. It just wasn't dignified of a Shinigami Captain.

He followed the Head-Captain's orders and headed to the twelfth. He was met outside the gates by Nemu. "Follow me," she said, turning and leading the way into the horror that was the twelfth. Toshiro was apprehensive, but followed.

They wound through the dark corridors of the research facility until they reached the Captain's office. Toshiro looked around warily before stepping in. He wasn't about to be caught in some experiment with the creepy Captain of the twelfth.

Said Captain was standing by a metal table with a body on it. And not just any body. No, this was Toshiro's gigai. "What are you doing to it?" Toshiro asked, going up to the table, more than a little concerned. It didn't look any different, but there was no telling what Mayuri had been doing. It could self-destruct if someone touched it, or worse.

"Nothing," Mayuri snapped. "I was specifically ordered not to tamper with it - yet."

That word did nothing to calm the youngest Captain.

"Yet?"

"You are playing as a child. It would be suspicious to the others if you never age. So, starting next year, I am to make your gigai look like it is aging proportional to how a human child should."

"But in my seventh year, it'll be much taller than I actually am. That'll make it awkward to use it." He hated saying this, but it was true. He wasn't going to grow to a teenager in the next six years, but if the gigai had to be adjusted...

"You'll just have to get used to it. I just have to make it look older. It's not my problem!" Mayuri grumbled, and went to a table next to the wall. "Here. Make this so it's bigger on the inside."

Toshiro gave him a strange look but drew his wand from his tabi. The scientist was staring at the wand with fascination as he preformed the spell, then looked at the small bag. It was completely black with his initials, HT, in silver. Mayuri had already preformed a (very) thorough series of tests on his wand, but the Captain always seemed to want to do more. Toshiro was worried that he'd destroy it if he did any more, however, and so had gotten it back as soon as he could. He'd bought all the books for all seven years of Hogwarts, and had studied them over the summer. What could he say? He got bored, and it was interesting reading.

"Why did you want that?"

"The Head-Captain ordered me to make fake money for you to use in the wizarding world." He said these last two words as if they were filthy. "Come."

He was led to another room, which was literally filled with Galleons, Knuts, and Sickles. "How'd you get all of these?" Toshiro asked. If he were anyone else, he'd be gaping at the sheer amount of the coins.

"Made them," Mayuri said proudly. "They're all fake - not that those idiot wizards will be able to tell the difference. Put all of them in the bag. I want to see if it'll really work."

It would have taken forever if he'd tried to shovel them all into the bag by hand, so Toshiro enchanted them to rise up and flow in. It still took several minutes, but the scientist didn't seem to mind. He watched every coin disappear with very focused eyes.

It made Toshiro uncomfortable.

When all the coins were tucked into the bag, Mayuri led him back to where his gigai was. "Sadly, I was not able to do any upgrades to your gigai," Mayuri said, sounding as if this was a great tragedy. "It is the same as the last time you used it. Take it back to your division now; if I am not able to preform experiments on it, then I do not want it here."

And so Toshiro walked back to his division in his gigai. It was easier than carrying it. After he dropped it off in his quarters, he went back to the field of ice and continued his paperwork.

Toshiro was in the middle of signing his name when a heavy envelope dropped right in the middle of his work, causing him to badly smear it. Toshiro cursed, then glared at the large brown owl that was circling his head. It hooted once then flew out and away. Still grumbling, Toshiro opened it. It was almost the same as last year, with a welcoming letter and a list of equipment that he would need. Toshiro raised an eyebrow upon seeing the list of books.

The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2 by Miranda Goshawk
Break with a Banshee by Gilderoy Lockhart
Gadding with Ghouls by Gilderoy Lockhart
Holidays with Hags by Gilderoy Lockhart
Travels with Trolls by Gilderoy Lockhart
Wanderings with Werewolves by Gilderoy Lockhart
Year with the Yeti by Gilderoy Lockhart

Toshiro was sick of the man before he'd even met him.

"Captain, I'm going to miss you!"

Toshiro was squished into another hug by Rangiku, and waited impatiently for her to release him. When she finally did, he gasped for breath and glared at her. "When are you going to stop doing that?"

"Never!"

"Urgh."

"Now, do you have everything? Is it all packed?" His Vice-Captain started rambling, about whether his packing skills were adequate, if he'd remembered to bring his brush (because she wasn't even bothering to deny the fact that she was going to send him paperwork), if he brought his wand, if he had money, if he knew where to go, yap yap yap. Honestly, he started to tune her out without even realizing it, and was fiddling with his soul phone when she hugged him again.

"Come on! Would you at least give me warning before you try to kill me?!"

"They're not going to kill you Captain!" She grinned. "Anyway, do you have everything?"

"Yes, for the last time, yes, I have everything."

"It was just a question."

Toshiro sighed. "I will see you when I come home for the holidays. Until then, I've told the bars not to serve you alcohol except for the last day of every month."

"Captain!"

"The whole division didn't become alcoholics when you were in charge, so don't break your streak. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good." He turned to head into the Senkaimon, then looked back. "Good-bye, Matsumoto."

"Good-bye, Captain. Be safe." He nodded and disappeared. Rangiku watched him go, then wondered if he'd been lying. Had he really gone around to all the bars? With a plan in mind and a smirk, Rangiku headed off.

The trip through the Precipice World was short. Toshiro followed the Hell Butterfly as it led him through. He was already wearing his gigai, and had his shrunken trunk in his pocket along with the bag of money. His wand was stuck in his boot, like last year. Athena was sitting unhappily in her cage. She didn't like being cooped up.

And, just like last time, he came out in a deserted alley. He made his way out, scowling at the humid air, the noise, the crowd, the traffic, practically everything.

"Calm down, Master," his zanpakuto spirit Hyourinmaru said in his deep rumble. "Soon you will be at school. It is peaceful there."

"Relatively peaceful," Toshiro answered mentally, scoffing. "That dark wizard didn't make things all that pleasant."

"What are the chances of something happening this year?"

Toshiro had to admit he was right. In all likelihood, this year would be calm.

Now that he knew what to look for, the Leaky Cauldron was much easier to find. He stood for a moment outside, watching as the 'Muggles' - the non-magical humans - walked right past it. He wondered what it looked like to them when someone went in. Did it look like they just disappeared? Or were just incapable of seeing them at all?

When he went in, it was just as dark and dingy as before. But this time he got a better reception. Tom, the bartender, looked over and grinned, recognizing him. "Tea, Hitsugaya?"

Toshiro nodded, strangely pleased that he'd remembered his name and what he ordered. With the amount of people coming through, it was a wonder that he could remember it. "Not at this moment, thank you. I would like a room, however."

"Sure. Same one as before." Toshiro paid and the bartender slid a key to him across the counter.

Tom had taken a while to warm up to him, but once he had, they had gotten along well enough. He understood that the boy didn't like to talk much, but would if he had questions. He'd been happy to answer all of Toshiro's questions, even as numerous as they had been.

Toshiro put away his things - after making his trunk the correct size - in his room, left and locked it, and headed through the pub to the brick wall behind. He pulled out his wand and tapped the bricks in the correct order, watching as they folded away to reveal Diagon Alley. It was just as crowded, noisy, and bright as before. With a sigh, he headed in.

He didn't need new robes, as neither he nor his gigai had grown, but he did need some random new supplies. So, for the next hour or so, he traveled around and gathered his things. The first time he bought something, he watched the shopkeeper intently to see if she noticed that the coins were fake. She didn't. He breathed a sigh of relief and silently thanked the twelfth. Then he paused. Thanking the twelfth was something he'd never done before.

Luckily his new bigger-on-the-inside bag didn't seem to run out of room, so he could fit everything he bought into there. He was relieved, as it hardly weighed anything, and he could put it into his pocket.

"Hitsugaya! Hey - Hitsugaya!" The calls got his attention, and he looked around before seeing a waving hand getting closer and closer. He paused out of the crowd and waited. Soon he could see that the hand belonged to a bushy, brown haired witch.

"Granger," he greeted her. He was planning on leaving it at that, but she insisted on hugging him.

Now, Toshiro had become somewhat traumatized by Rangiku's hugs, so he wasn't a big fan of them. This, however, was much better. His face wasn't being shoved between two giant assets. Hermione was still taller than him, but not overwhelmingly so.

After he awkwardly patted her on the back, she pulled away. "Oh, it's so good to see you again! I tried writing, but - how come you never wrote?"

Toshiro had to come up with an excuse on the spot. Lucky he had practice doing so. "I live in Japan. Athena would never make it across the ocean. And I do not know your address."

"Oh." She seemed to realize this. "Right. I guess that would be a problem. No matter! I'll tell you it for next year! Do you have everything?"

He blinked, doing his best to keep up with her quick pace. "N-no. I still have to get my books."

He was puzzled to see her grimace. "Well, you'd better get in line soon. It's all the way out the door."

"Why?"

She gestured at the window. Inside was pasted a poster reading:

GILDEROY LOCKHART

will be signing copies of his autobiography

MAGICAL ME

today 12:30 P.M. to 4:30 P.M.

"We can actually meet him!" Hermione squealed, practically bouncing. Toshiro blinked. She had reminded him of Momo, for a split second. "I mean, he's written almost the whole book list!"

Toshiro sighed. "I'll just come back later. I have no need to get my schoolbooks signed by a prattling man."

"How do you know he prattles?"

"He's written six books, and those are just the textbooks!"

"Sure, but he's amazing! He's done practically everything!"

Toshiro shrugged followed Hermione as she pushed her way through the crowd. "Where are you going?"

"I see Hagrid. Hagrid! Hagrid! Over here!"

Sure enough, the half-giant was about a foot taller than the rest of the milling wizards and witches, and very easy to see. He heard Hermione's cry and waved a hand. Hermione set to pushing through the crowd, but found that she couldn't get past two wizards just chatting in the middle of the road. Toshiro frowned and worked his way in front of Hermione with a muttered, "I'll do it."

He knew from last year that most witches and wizards had enough reiatsu to see him, so they should be the same as his subordinates when he raised it. That was to say: terrified.

Standing in front of them, he noticed that they were more than double his height. That get him into an even worse mood, and when he raised his spiritual pressure, it had a tinge of anger to it. The wizards immediately noticed the pressure pushing them down, and instinctively hurried to get away. With a satisfied smirk, Toshiro turned back to see Hermione was panting, her hands on her knees.

"Sorry," Toshiro apologized, elbowing several people to get through. "It'll pass in a moment."

"What was that?" She took a deep breath, still panting.

"I..." Toshiro didn't know how to explain it without revealing too much, but he was saved by the arrival of a very dirty Harry.

"Harry!" Hermione greeted The-Boy-Who-Lived much the same way she had Toshiro. "What happened to your glasses? Hello, Hagrid - Oh, it's wonderful to see you two again - Are you coming to Gringotts, Harry?"

Toshiro let out a soft breath, wondering if she had always talked this much. "Hello, Potter. Hello - what is your last name, Hagrid?"

"Eh? Oh, tha' is my las' name." Hagrid looked down at Toshiro with warm black eyes. Toshiro felt himself blush.

"Sorry. It is good to meet again, Hagrid."

"Yeh, it is. How are yeh?"

"I am well. Summer was very hot, however."

"Yeh, it is, isn' it?"

They turned back to the two children present. Harry looked at Toshiro. "Hey, To - sorry. I know you like to be called by your last name."

"Yes." He was going to say more, but the arrival of five more people interrupted him.

"Harry," a very red-headed man panted. "We hoped you'd only gone one grate too far..." He wiped sweat off his bald patch. "Molly's frantic - she's coming now-"

"Where'd you come out?" asked a familiar boy. Ron. And behind him stood another pair of lanky red-heads. They must be Weasleys.

He tuned back in when he was knocked aside by a plump woman dragging yet another red-head. "Oh, Harry - oh, my dear - you could have been anywhere-" She pulled a clothes brush from a large purse and started sweeping the startled boy off. Toshiro picked himself up off the ground and fixed the woman with a glare. Not that she noticed. She was too busy fussing over Harry.

Hagrid quickly excused himself and started making his way through the crowd, and the entire group started chattering. Harry turned to Ron and Hermione, the Weasleys seemed to be having a family meeting, and Toshiro felt very much alone. I'm obviously not needed here. He turned to slip away when a hand caught his arm.

Instincts and training kicked in before he could make a rational thought.

He twisted roughly away from the hand, landing in a crouch a couple feet away with his hand positioned to grab a nonexistent Hyourinmaru. Then he realized what happened.

Mrs. Weasley still had a hand extended, a baffled expression on her face. The twins - Fred and George - were laughing like complete morons; Ron, Harry, and Hermione were mixed amusement and sympathy; and the male head Weasley was looking away into the crowd and hadn't noticed a thing. Toshiro slowly relaxed, feeling like an idiot.

"Apologies," he said, consciously making his Japanese accent thicker than it normally was. "I was not expecting that."

"It's...alright..." Mrs. Weasley said, dropping her hand. Toshiro moved closer so he wasn't in the crowd. "I was just - weren't you with Hermione earlier?"

"Yeah, this is Toshiro Hitsugaya," Hermione jumped in. "He's a friend from Hogwarts."

Mrs. Weasley covered her mouth. "Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry for startling you! I didn't know!"

"It is alright." Toshiro held up a hand and let his thick Japanese accent fall. "I am not offended. I just - don't like to be touched."

"Got that right," Ron snickered. "You should have been there when Hermione first tried to hug him!"

All the current Gryffindors winced at the memory. Toshiro briefly looked away. "Yes, that was not a highlight of the year."

Mrs. Weasley spoke again after a moment. "In any case, any friend of Ron's is a friend of mine. I am Molly Weasley, and that's my husband, Arthur, this is Fred and George, and of course you already know Ron."

Said Weasleys waved when their names were called. Mr. Weasley jumped and looked around.

"Oh, hello," he said, noticing Toshiro for the first time. "Who are you?"

Mrs. Weasley rolled her eyes.

Well, that's it for the first chapter! How was it? Reviews are always welcome!

So, I know I always update on Tuesdays and Fridays, so I'm going back to that later. I will update on Friday, and then again on next Tuesday. Sorry. I actually forgot what day I usually updated on, and realized my mistake after I posted Chapter 11 of Year 1: The Utterly Despicable Stone. Whoops.

The terror of Lockhart next chapter. Oh, how I hate his character.