Harry Potter and the Spiritual Awakening

Harry Potter and the Spiritual Awakening

Disclaimer: I Do not own any form of collected works from J.K. Rowling or Tite Kubo. I have no claim of the Harry Potter series or Bleach. I also have no claim over any characters that I have borrowed from other Authors, and reviewers. I personally thank Lendaras for the contribution of his OC. Hayao Tenrei.

"Hollow,vizard mask,Inner Hollow"

"Thoughts of various characters"

From now on Kido spells will be displayed like this. "Destructive Art #90 - Black Coffin" "Binding Art #9 - Strike"

Prologue: "Takemaru Seta"

My name is Takemaru Seta and I'm here to explain a few things before we embark on an epic journey through the life of an infant wizard named Harry Potter. The first thing is that Humans are not alone. Wizards exist, and have existed for thousands of years learning to cast spells, brew potions, and performing great feats the likes of which could never be explained by the most intelligent physicists. Wizards accomplish these feats using a unique innate force called magic. What is magic? Well not many people, wizards included have any definitive answer for that. The best explanation I can give you is that magic is a form of spiritual energy that manifests within certain living organisms, not just humans.

The second thing I'm going to explain is the existence of ghosts, and different types of spiritual beings. Lets start with ghosts. Ghosts are created by the magic that resided in the wizards body at the time of death. When a wizard tries to anchor themselves to the earth in their final moments, they use the last remaining magic they had to create a copy, or echo of themselves, memories and all. Spirits on the other hand are completely different. When somebody dies the chain of fate that connected their soul to their body breaks. When this happens the soul will pass on and be guided to the Soul Society, more commonly known as heaven. But that is not always the case, sometimes if the person who died was truly wicked they will be dragged into the gates of Hell.

Those are not the only fates that await a soul. Sometimes when a spirit is overcome by feelings of loneliness, anger, despair, and other negative emotions the spirit will refuse to pass on and will begin it's descent into a Hollow. A Hollow is born when the remaining pieces of the chain of fate that were broken in death recede and form a hole in the spirits chest. When this happens the spirit's body will become twisted and warped into a demon like visage, then a white mask resembling a porcelain skull will form over the spirits face. Once the transformation is complete the newly born Hollow will seek out other spirits and consume them to fill the emptiness inside themselves sometimes turning the consumed into hollows. Make no mistake, not all spirits that become Hollows are evil, witch is why the Shinigami exist to act as balancers.

Shinigami are powerful spirits that resemble Humans in appearance, and have large amounts of reishi, (spiritual energy). Shinigami store a large amount of their reishi in the form a sword called a zanpakuto. Zanpakuto's serve two main purposes to the shinigami other than containing their power. One ability is called Konso, witch is a ritual that sends lost souls to the Soul Society. The other function is to be used as a weapon to combat Hollows, and purify them before sending them onto the Soul Society as well.

Keep these things in mind, should you encounter something dangerous.

It was on October 31st, the year 1981 at Godric's Hollow that a miracle occurred. For the better part of two decades a magical war raged between the Dark Lord Voldemort, and those who opposed his reign of terror against non-magical blood. It was on this night that the war ended with the death of the Dark Lord himself. Nobody knows exactly how it happened, only that the nightmare was over.

The sky was black as coal, speckled with the bright luminous stars spread out across the vastness of space. A very stiff tabby cat solemnly looked up from its perch to gaze at them as if it was searching for something, or was simply lost in thought. Which was very unusual behavior for a cat. Even more unusual were the rectangular shaped markings around the cats eyes. It wasn't every day you saw suspicious activity on the streets of Privet Drive, where the inhabitants of the lovely suburbs were as normal as you find them. Especially suspicious behavior coming from a cat no less. It goes without saying this cat isn't ordinary in the slightest. In fact the cat was a witch named Minerva Mcgonagall who possessed the ability to transfigure herself into a an animagus, her form a Tabby cat. Minerva hadn't been sitting stiffly all day for no reason, she had been keeping a watchful eye one one particular residence, Number Four. All day long the occupants of that house were among the most unpleasant lot she had ever witnessed. In some ways they were even worse in their demeanor than Death Eaters. When she eavesdropped in on one of their conversations she overheard Vernon and Petunia Dursely lamenting the fact that they would be discovered to having been related to the Potter's, Who had lost their lives not even a few days ago.

Minerva was about to leave her place on a fence post when two oddly dressed figures strolled down the empty streets without a care as to who would see them. She could barely see them through the light emanating from the street lamp. Both figures appeared to be men, one of them she could recognize with ease despite the lack of visibility through her cats eye. It was none other than Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore in all his eccentric glory, complete with his royal purple robes, almost never ending silvery white beard, and a pair of deep blue eyes half hidden behind half moon spectacles.

The other man she hadn't recognized at all. He was slightly taller than Dumbledore, and considerably much younger if appearance was anything to go by for he appeared to be in his late twentys or early thirtys. He had a very tan complexion, and a head of full of thick ebony locks of hair arranged in porcupine-like spikes. His clothing was nothing she had ever seen before, but only somewhat recognizable from her readings on Japanese wizard customs. He wore a black kimono and hakama, with a white kosode underneath, and a white obi serving as a sash of sorts. Over his black ensemble was a pure white haori. What really drew Minerva's attention was the seemingly ordinary katana sheathed on the left side of his body above the hip.

Before she knew it, the lights on the street were being sucked into a "putter outer" currently being stashed away in Dumbledore's pocket. "Good evening Professor McGonagall" Dumbledore said smiling at the tabby cat witch. In an instant a very strict looking woman in emerald robes took the place of the tabby cat. "How did you know it was me?"

Dumbledore chuckled. "My dear I've never seen a cat sit so stiffly. Oh where are my manners? I'd like to introduce you to an old colleague of mine..." before he could finish, the unfamiliar man extended his hand toward Mcgonagall.

"My name is Takemaru Seta, or as the English prefer my given name first Seta Takemaru. I'd love to strike up a decent conversation, but there is little time and alot of priorities I've been neglecting as of late." Takemaru spoke with an obvious Japanese accent.

"Ah yes Takemaru-san is correct Minerva I trust you already know of the Potter's misfortune."

Mcgonagall nodded while wiping away the tears streaming down her face. "Yes I know, and it disgusts me about how blatantly obvious the rest of our society is out there celebrating, and running the risk of exposing us all. However my concern is for James and Lily's son Harry. Do you really intend to leave him here with those despicable muggles. I've watched them all day they are the worst muggles I have ever seen."

"They are the only family he has left, he's better off living away from all the fame he will undoubtedly be cast upon him the moment he returns to our society. The attention would turn anyones head. Ive already written his relatives a letter explaining my instructions. Hagrid will be here soon with the boy."

As if on cue there was the rumbling of a motorcycle in the distance coming from the sky. In mere moments the motor cycle touched ground and large man carrying a bundle of blankets stepped off. He handed the bundle to Dumbledore. Dumbledore moved a flap out of the way to reveal a tiny head with a small tuft of black hair.

Hagid smiled at the infant. "He fell asleep as we was fly'n over Bristol. Oh an I borrowed the bike from young Sirius Black."

Dumbledore began to examine the boy's head and found a curiously shaped scar of a lightning bolt directly in the center of his forehead. "I'm afraid he'll have that scar forever, which is not entirely a bad thing since I have a scar above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London underground."

Hagrid was about to burst into a bawling fit, but Dumbledore raised a placating hand. "Hagrid were not really saying goodbye. He will return to the world were he belongs in due time. I suggest that you take Professor Mcgonagall back to Hogwarts while My associate and I improve the defenses around privet drive. There are still Death Eaters on the loose."

"Right ye'are Professor Dumbledore."

Mcgonagall sighed knowing there was nothing more to be done here, and she was certainly not going back to Hogwarts on an enchanted muggle Contraption with a distracted staff member. "I can apparate to Hogsmeade just fine fine, thank you very much." Mcgonagall said in a huff leaving a loud resounding crack and empty space where she once was. Takemaru continued to stare in silence until Hagrid and his motorcycle were well into the distance.

"Now I'd like to discuss what I came here for with you before I have to take my leave."

Dumbledore rubbed his temples "This is about the boy's latent spirit powers isn't it?"

Takemaru nodded. "That goes without asking, otherwise I wouldn't be here. As you have probably suspected, Voldemort attempted to make a horcrux on that night. In a way he succeeded, young Harry Potter now has a piece of Tom Riddle's corrupted soul inside of him. Because of that he will have part of his soul being contaminated by Voldemort's. If it weren' for his Mother's protection the Hollowification would've already been completed by now, and Harry Potter would Become a Hollow trapped in a little boy's body."

Dumbledore gasped in horror. "If that happened then Lord Voldemort would be able to control him."

Takemaru withdrew a small silver gem-like artifact the size of a dime from his obi and placed it on the child's chest, it quickly sunk into the child's chest as though it were made of quicksand. "I have a solution. This soul suppressor will dampen the boys own reishi and alert me in case his powers start to develope. I will then temporarily seal off the Hollow part of his soul. For now he has to remain here under the protection of the blood wards until it is time I come for him and teach him to control his powers."

Dumbledore looked slightly more reassured. "Was it Lily's protection that gave him his powers?"

"No, her protection merely awakened a small portion of his dormant spirit powers. It is his own power that keeps Voldemort's contamination at bay, that is why I will come for him when his powers truly manifest, so he can control them. Now I will take my leave."

Dumbledore watched in awe as his associate snapped his fingers and a giant mouth like tear in the empty space in front of him opened up. Takemaru gave Dumbledore one last nod before he walked through the tear just as it closed up behind him and disappeared.

Dumbledore approached the Dursely's doorstep, and carefully placed the infant in front of the door. The he reached down and put the letter next to him."Good luck Harry Potter." He said before restoring light to the street lamps with his 'putter outer'. He swished his cloak and vanished on the spot.

Review please this is my first fic. let me know what you think. I will explain more about how Dumbledore knows so much about spirits.