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A.N. set after chapter 407 in bleach and during book 5 of Harry Potter so yeah possible spoilers. You have been warned.

'thought, inner dialogue in Ichigo's case as well'

"(japanese)"

"English"

Chapter 1:

Ichigo Kurasaki ran down the shadowy road that was the precipice world. The ridges of kouryuu on either side of him rose up and out of his sight. Behind him the koutotsu gained ground, while his father's dead weight over his shoulder slowed him down. Even though he was employing his fastest shunpo and the senkaimon was right before him, it was still too far away. He could feel the koutotsu's presence heavy at his back.

"(AAAARRRRRGGGHHH! Why is it back? Isshin, you useless P.O.S.!)" He punched the unconscious man who was slung over his shoulder, "(I thought you said Aizen had gotten rid of this thing! Why is it back now!)" the paper doors began to slide open, revealing the city-scape of Karakura. But he was still too slow. He picked Isshin up and threw him with all of his strength towards the gate, hoping his father would make it through, because Ichigo had a sneaking feeling that he wasn't going to. He gritted his teeth and leaned forward in an attempt to gain more speed, just a little bit more!

The impact and consequent rolling of landing on the cement of a sidewalk in the midst of his hometown jarred Isshin Kurosaki to wakefulness. He rolled into a defensive crouch out of instinct, doing his best to recall what had been going on before he had lost consciousness. His eyes widened in realization. He spun around and there! A senkaimon gate was closing. Just beyond it, Isshin's heart plummeted, was Ichigo, the koutotsu hot on his heels.

The last thing Ichigo saw before his world went dark was the senkaimon closing on his father's outstretched hand as a silent yell rested on his lips. The last thing he thought was 'how stupid. I'm sorry everyone.'

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Harry Potter kicked morosely at the rocks that stood in his path, thinking about his frustrating situation. Why wasn't Voldemort making his move? Why wasn't Dumbledore doing anything about it. The scowl that seemed to have taken up permanent residence on the boy's face deepened as he thought about his friends, they were in the thick of things. At least Harry gathered that they were. Both Hermione and Ron sounded, in their letters, to be in the same place, and that place was the headquarters of the secret order fighting against the dark lord, and a hell of a lot they had managed to get done, not that he was aware, his friends' cryptic warning to him about what was or was not going on and how they couldn't really talk about it because 'Dumbledore said so' was tearing away at Harry's nerves and patience. Like they thought he was a baby, or had they forgotten who had seen Voldemort return, who had witness Cedric die.

A block or so ahead of him was his cousin Dudley, just saying goodbye to his friends. Harry sped up, needing badly to blow off some steam, and he knew just how to do it.

"Hey Big-D!" he shouted as he caught up with his large cousin. Dudley spun around and a scowl crossed his fat face before he turned back, continuing on more briskly than before.

"Oh it's you."

Harry matched his pace easily, "how long have you been Big-D then?"

"Shut it." Dudley growled.

"Cool name, but what happened to Ickle Diddykins? I liked that one better."

"SHUT YOUR FACE!" His hammy hands shook, each sausage like finger curling into a fist.

"Funny," Harry laughed out, the cruelty in his voice surprising even himself, "you don't tell your dearest mummy to shut up when she calls you that. Hey do you think Aunt Petunia would call you Big-D?" Harry was enjoying himself more than he should he knew, but couldn't care enough to stop.

Dudley's many rolls shook with the effort it took to suppress his anger. They turned into an alley way, a shortcut home, when Dudley grunted, "think you're a big man carrying that thing around don't you?"

"What thing?"

"That stupid… stick thing!" Dudley had begun to sweat.

Harry smiled, slipping his wand smoothly out of his pocket, "not as stupid as you look are you Big-D? I spose if you were you wouldn't be able to walk and talk at the same time…"

Dudley suddenly turned towards Harry, who kept his wand pointed loosely in Dudley's direction, "not this brave when you're alone in the dark are you?" the fat boy sneered.

Harry felt his world shrink somewhat, but tried to sound non-challant as he asked, "what are you talking about?"

Dudley had a triumphant look on his face. "I heard you last night, you were talking in your sleep, moaning."

"What?" Harry whispered. His heart plummeted at the memory of where his dreams had taken him the previous night.

Dudley laughed, "Oh no!" he spoke in a comically high pitched voice, though Harry did not find it very funny. "Don't kill Cedric, Mummy Daddy help me, he's going to kill Cedric! Whose he? Your boyfr-"

Harry cut his cousin off, slamming him as hard as he could into the bricks of the alley wall, his wand shoved at least an inch deep into the rolls at Dudley's neck. "Shut the fuck up," his voice was low and dangerous and his green eyes flashed.

Dudley was momentarily shocked that his cousin, a boy who had always been about 5 times smaller than himself, had succeeded in pushing him back with such force. He was about to push the freak off of him when he came to a terrifying realization.

Harry's wand was lodged in his throat.

"Don't you point that thing at me!"

Harry wanted to let go so badly, to just say fuck all and do what he had wanted to do to Dudley since he had found out he was a wizard. But he couldn't do it, and he didn't know why. Even though he had hated Dudley Dursley for 14 years.

That didn't mean that he couldn't continue scaring the boy though. Rage still pulsed through his veins. While he was debating on what he should do with his fat cousin dearest, something changed in the alleyway. The air turned cold and the two boys' breath turned to crystals before them despite the previous warmth of the summer evening. All light in the world shut off like a switch had been flipped. The traffic sounds dulled, as if a thick blanket had been thrown over them. A far off screaming began to echo between Harry's ears, dueted by the cruel laughter.

"W-w-what did you do?" Dudley shivered.

"Nothing."

"W-what are you doing? S-stop it!"

"Shut up Dudley!" Harry hissed, straining his ears against the silence, his eyes wide, trying to grasp some light by which to see.

"Y-you've put my eyes out! I'm blind!" the panic was evident in the boys voice. Harry was thinking fast.

"Just shut up and don't mo-" Harry's voice halted for there, in the biting darkness came the one sound Harry did not want to hear. A rattling breath echoed eerily through the alley. "No"

WHAM!

Harry was seeing stars, meanwhile the wicked harmony was gaining strength, he could here his parent's voices. He dropped his wand and grabbed his head in pain. "DUDLEY COME BACK YOU'RE RUNNING RIGHT AT IT!" a noise rang back through the darkness that closely resembled a dying pig. Harry was frantically searching for his wand, cursing himself for have dropping it in the first place, hoping that the noise had not meant the worst for his cousin. A rattling breath sounded right behind Harry. He froze, with his parents' last words ringing in his ears.

There was more than one. He cursed, crying "lumos!" out of pure impulse, his wand tip flared just a few scant feet to the left of where he was grubbing. Not waiting for an invitation he thought of his best friends, the first friends he had ever made, and he thought of how he was going to see them again.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"

Forth from his wand tip burst a regal silver stag who galloped after the retreating dementor.

But Harry was distracted. From behind him grew a massive magical pressure, for a moment his lungs wouldn't work. Like he was being crushed.

He spun around and his stomach flipped. There, standing over his hated cousin, was the first dementor. It's hood was lowered and it was leaning down, holding Dudley's face almost lovingly.

"No!" Harry's shout brought the stag flashing past him, leaving an after image in the very air. The dark creature dropped it's meal prematurely and fled, back into the darkness of the night.

Warmth began to seep back into the atmosphere around the boys. Noise once again pushed in from the outside world. The stars blinked back into existence one by one. With the natural light restored the stag dissolved into silver mist, and Harry ran to his cousin, who lay shivering on the dirty cement. His brow was covered in cold sweat. After checking Dudley's pulse, he was rewarded with a weak erratic one, he leaned back onto his heels, winded and shocked. His brain was still trying to process the fact that dementors had attacked him in his home town, when the sound of footsteps reached his ears. He turned, bringing his wand up in the same movement, only to come face to face with his batty old neighbor Mrs. Figg. Harry fumbled with his wand in an attempt to put it out of sight.

"Don't put it away!" she shrieked frantically, "what if there are more of them! Oh I am going to kill that Mundungus Fletcher!"

"Um, what?" Harry stated blankly, eyeing the old woman with surprise. She stood before him wringing her hands and mumbling incoherently.

"He left! I told him not to leave, but those blasted cauldrons! And of course the second he does leave, and I'm completely useless in a situation like this, not even a peep all summer, just your luck boy, the minute no one but a squib is watching over you dementors, of all things, show up in your back yard…"

"Wait," Harry cut her off shock clear in his voice, "You're a witch?"

"Weren't you just listening boy? I'm a squib, which Mundungus is aware of!" the last part was yelled out to the world in general.

Realization dawned on Harry, "This Mundungus guy is the one that dissaparated earlier! He was following me…" hot anger replaced the chill the dementors had instilled in him, and he welcomed it, "why?" he demanded.

"Why? WHY? I thought they said you were smart boy but you're really quite thick aren't you? Dumbledore child!"

"Dumbledore put him up to this? Wait, you know Dumbledore?"

Mrs. Figg waddled over to Dudley, waving off Harry's question, "of course of course who doesn't?" she tugged at Dudley's chubby arm. "Get up! Oh get up you fat lazy oaf!" Dudley groaned, and began to tremble.

"I got him." Harry sighed exasperated. With an almighty effort Harry finally got under his cousin's arm hoisting his considerable weight as best as he could.

"Hurry up hurry up, we must get you to a safe place, oh that Mundungus I am going to kill him, worse yet Dumbledore is going to kill him." She turned back towards Harry, "Where's your wand boy, haven't I told you, I'll be completely useless if they come back!" she continued wringing her hands together and looking about frantically as Harry struggled out of the alleyway. She failed to see something in her path though, despite her vigilance, until she tripped over it. She let out a strangled yelp as she went down. Harry was close behind her, he stepped on something much softer than cement. In surprise he fell backwards, Dudley's weight carrying him down hard, his head cracked against the ground.

"Ow…" he muttered, Dudley was groaning beside him in pain as well. Harry sat up and looked around for what he had stepped on. In front of him below the light leading out to the street, laying unconscious, was a teenage boy, perhaps a year or 2 older than Harry himself, with orange hair.

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The 2 ex-captains of the Gotei 13 awoke in the pitch darkness of what they could only assume was some kind of dungeon. Their collective breath frosted in the air before their faces.

Sosuke Aizen sighed mildly, seeing every masked figure that stood around them. Gin decided to break the loaded silence.

"Do you feel eyes on you Aizen-sama?" The sarcasm in his voice was evident.

"Hm." A small smile graced his lips, and the chains that held him and the other shinigami to the wall, that had an unbreakable charm cast on them unbeknownst to the 2 prisoners, broke, clanging to the floor, the sound echoing off the dismal walls. All at once cloaks whipped back and the masked beings were pointing sticks at them. Gin cocked an eyebrow, his chronically closed eyes tilted in amusement, while Aizen just stared curiously onward. Neither of them could get a clear reading of what these things surrounding them were. Human, Aizen thought, but their reitsu was wrong, or was it his senses that weren't behaving? "I'm sorry what's going on?"

3 stunning spells were sent their way, they easily dodged out of the way, moving lazily, except one red ray grazed Gin's right arm, and he began to fall. 4 more incantations were heard and before Aizen's eyes ropes sprang from nowhere to twist around their bodies.

What power was this?

Gin began to moan, regaining his consciousness. The sticks, which now the shinigami were weary of, were still pointed at them, but the assembled had began mumbling, gesturing towards Gin as he woke up, shaking off the spell that should have had him out until ennervate was cast upon him. Aizen looked down at his subordinate, his second in command, and as one they broke their bindings once again. From out of the midst of the masks there came a smooth face, not a mask but it could have easily been mistaken as one. Still not human. He was tall, thin. His eyes were red slits, his nose was flat, his lips pale and twisted in a cruel smile. His teeth were somehow too straight. Unnaturally so. In fact everything about this man was unnatural. Including the fact that, as far as Aizen could tell, he was as dead as they were. He walked confidently towards the two shinigami.

"Hello." He spoke to them in English, his voice high pitched.

"Good evening," Aizen replied flawlessly, no hint of an accent, Gin smiled a smile almost as twisted as the man's before them.

"You may call me Lord Voldemort if you so wish, some of my men stumbled across the 2 of you unconscious in a particular grave yard and brought you to me. I hope the hospitality was to your liking.

Gin sneered and was about to reply that Aizen-sama called nobody "Lord" but was surprised when Aizen himself answered. "A pleasure Lord Voldemort, you may call me Aizen-sama, this is Ichimaru. I must say, your hospitality," here Aizen flashed his best innocent smile, none of the cruelty that was present in Voldemort's was present in his, "was lacking." There were gasps around the room from the rest of the humans, for even though Aizen could not quite tell, he could assume by their mannerisms.

Voldemort's eyes narrowed as he stared hard at the man, no something more than a man he was sure, that was standing before him. The smile never left his face. He flicked his eyes toward the one called Ichi maru for but a fraction of a second before all of his attention was once more on Aizen.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, both."

TBC

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