#Chapter 1#

Harry James Potter was seething on his lumpy mattress that barely qualifies for a bed, he just finished the last letters he received from Ron and Hermione, the short version was that Dumbledore has forbidden them to contact him for the duration of the summer when he was staying at his relatives' house. Soon afterward, he received a letter from the bloody tosser, himself saying that he would have to spend the entire summer there to charge the wards now that Voldemort has risen and that he stopped his subscription to the Daily Prophet so he would not be tempted.

Along with having an order member watching the house, he had to be very careful about releasing Hedwig, so she would not be captured and he would not be truly alone this summer.

It has been an entire month since he has returned from Hogwarts and he truly lost any will to care for any of Dumbledore's fuck buddies and his friends who jumped on the merry bandwagon of traitors. At least Sirius wasn't a part of it considering he was just as much a prisoner in his own home as well and wanted out badly.

Harry stared out the window, knowing the routine the order members had on watching him constantly. They would circulate every 8-hour shifts, however, the only good part of the routine was that Dung was there constantly. As everyone had their jobs and lives to live, but the worst was Moody, with that eye of his, but he made sure to keep a low profile during his shift.

He got off the mattress and looked out the window and waited silently as the wind brushed against his face and waited for the telltale sign of Dung. When the scent of liquor hit him and he let out a smirk and knew it was time send his letters.

Harry had several letters to send out and always waited until Dung's shift started during the night, he tied the letters to Hedwig and she took off, promising to be back safe in their own special way of communicating.

He closed the window with a sigh as he watched Hedwig's form fade into the night and locked it. His homework for the summer was already done, he wasn't stupid, far from it, but the Dursleys and Ronald's jealousy streaks were not worth the effort putting in time. He slowly walked down the steps, his relatives scowling at the sight of him, but the threat at the train station managed to get through their thick skulls for the moment.

He just made a sandwich, considering they had to feed him and the threat that the freaks were watching them, made them reconsider the thought of having him outside. However, the yard work and chores were now done by Petunia which unfortunately for the Dursleys proved that Harry was much better at keeping the house stable then Petunia much to her envy and renewed sense of hatred.

After finishing eating his small sandwich, he tried to fall asleep, hopefully without nightmares...He shed the castoffs and just slept in boxers, showing his scars and puncture wound on his arm from the second year. The thin sheets didn't shield him from the summer cold and he kept his mouth close to his pillow so it would muffle out the screams of the night terrors.

(Harry's Dream)

Harry was forced to endure the same ritual that brought Voldemort back to life and the incompetence of the ministry, Cedric's final words, his own shocked gasps, the traitor's stutters and the rising of Voldemort and his taunts to his present form.

He was just so tired, he couldn't stop the despair-induced thoughts coming from him, along with the piles of shit he has to deal ever since he first entered the magic world.

'Sometimes I wonder if I could finally die, would have my peace? Am I forever doomed to be a puppet of Voldemort, Dumbledore, and the damn ministry?... What else am I suppose to do? Mom... Dad... Sirius... Please...Anyone, help me... I don't want to lose anyone else. My heart' *crack!* 'is breaking...I...need someone...anyone...'

After that, everything went dark and silent. Voldemort's taunts forever lost in the inky blackness of the area Harry resided in.

A sound of light footsteps echoed throughout the black mindscape.

The sound then stopped right in front of Harry's prone form, "Poor thing..."

The figure then kneeled in their bare-shouldered crimson dress tied with a corset around the stomach down to a kimono fabric down to her feet with fabric sandals. The shadows did nothing to hide her pale figure, skin like moonlight, one eye was a vivid green, the other was red like blood, the back of her hair was held up in half a flower, the rest flowed down to her elbows in red waves, her button nose, and almond-shaped eyes softened at the state of the boy, she has watched ever since he was born.

"Don't worry...Your weak days will now be over..." She reached over and pulled him into her lap, her right hand patting his head running fingers through his hair which glowed a mysterious red.

(Reality)

Harry then snapped awake and he looked around the barren bedroom, he slowly rose up and was about to step out of bed, but he miscalculated his step and ended up stumbling out of bed.

A deeper groan caused him to fully wake up and he stood up, trying to keep his balance as he felt different, it was like he was filled with energy, he stretched out his limbs, his bones popping back into place.

He slowly walked towards the window and saw the sun, a familiar hoot got his attention and Hedwig flew towards him. She cocked her head to the side as she looked at him strangely, but still came to him, expecting her chest rub and good morning. He kept rubbing her chest as his mind wandered back to a voice he heard last night, but what puzzled him was the feeling of being held that brought a feeling of comfort to him.

His thoughts were interrupted by a harsh-sounding knock on his door and it showed Petunia, who backed up two steps when he opened the door.

Harry responded with a ragged sounding,"Yes?"

She didn't say anything but looked at Harry with renewed fear and slight... jealousy?

Harry didn't know what was wrong with her and clapped once to get her mind started once more.

She stuttered out that the family was going to be gone for the rest of the day and that he would have to cook for himself.

He nodded and she rushed downstairs, desperately wanting to get away from the freakiness of her nephew.

Harry went to the bathroom, considering Dudley, Petunia, and Vernon each had their own, he just used the guest one and when he turned on the lights, he now understood why Petunia was so startled she could barely talk.

Seriously, just yesterday he was on the verge of skinny leaning towards malnourished with slight muscles thanks to quidditch and being the shortest of the classmates. His height was now normal for someone his age and his body filled out to become lean and toned almost to that of a swimmer. He shook his head, knowing that magic was the simple answer to everything to strange things in his life and went to take a shower.

The house was soon empty of his relatives as he trudged downstairs to make himself breakfast. However, he made plates of eggs, bacon, and other delicacies that loitered the fridge and he ate literally everything he could. His relatives couldn't really complain, they cleared out the fridge every three days. He didn't know why, but he had an overwhelming feeling of hunger that wouldn't be sated. He couldn't stop himself from eating and until the fridge was empty.

What the young man didn't know was that his magic was filtering all the food he was eating, was slowly but surely giving him a healthy weight and figure, fixing his malnourishment from the lack of nutrients he had before. It would be a week and a half before the hunger would settle down, but until then he would have to make do to eat elsewhere, regardless of whether Dumbledore and his cronies wanted.

'If the Dursleys do decide to complain, I'll just treat them the way they treat me. I wonder how the massive beach whale can handle being stuffed inside the cupboard for three days with no food?' He darkly smirked

"Where the hell did that come from?" Harry said, in shock of his own thoughts.

He finished eating and washed the plates and put them back and walked up to his room, sealing the door shut. When he turned towards his bed, he saw someone that was definitely not there before.

There was a woman who definitely did not deserve to be anywhere near his bed, considering how uncomfortable it was, but it didn't seem to bother her in the slightest. She was beautiful in every sense of the word, but he had a feeling he recognized her, he didn't think of himself as forgetful, but he was sure he would remember someone as beautiful as her.

She giggled, making him blush.

"It appears you recognize me, even if only a little. I'm happy to meet you, Harry."

"How do you know my name?"

"Because I have been watching you, little one."

Harry's eyes widened, 'Her voice...'

She smiled and brought her hands outward and wanting him to come to her. He couldn't stop his legs from moving towards her as she wrapped her arms around him, placing his head on her chest hearing her heartbeat almost to the likeness of a lullaby.

"You were the one from my dream, weren't you."

She smiled as she ran fingers through his messy hair, he couldn't stop himself from leaning into her touch wanting her to keep doing what she was doing.

"I wish I could have talked to you sooner."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

The woman sharply said, "Say my name."

"What?" Harry replied, confused

"Say my name. Say the name you gave me when we first met."

Harry trembled in her arms as he wracked his brain for her name, his hands clenched into fists as he tried to recall her name, it was on the tip of his tongue but the words were jumbled and he could not make any sense of it.

Behind his eyes were memories, so many of them he hasn't recalled, many of them were with the princess before him.

'Wait...princess? Yes...princess...hime.'

"H-hime...My princess."

"Half way there, young one. Almost there, what's the rest of it, say my full name, Harry James Potter." She purred, squeezing him against her, as more memories poured out until something almost to the likeness of chains snapped all at once, opening the floodgates within Harry.

"B-benihime. Benihime, my crimson princess." Harry stated, looking up into her multi-colored eyes. His voiced laced with power that would make Dumbledore and Voldemort stop in their tracks.

"Welcome back, my little master." She leaned down and kissed him and then everything went white.

Ending the chapter!

Rewrite Complete: 12/12/2016

Ending the chapter right here! The chapter needed to be done, I needed to have a harry/bleach fanfiction. It was bound to happen sooner or later, I guess the idea happened sooner rather than later. I enjoyed it, Harry is dealing with the aftermath of breaking his chains, so to speak and the reactions of the light and dark side because of that.

A/N: Sorry! I had to rewrite the entire fanfiction or else I couldn't just upload the next chapter in good conscious. Regardless, I am alive! Laters.

~Kourtney Uzu Yato