There once was a little boy named Harry Potter, his mother gave her life to give him his but the world tossed him away like some rag doll.
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Order of Merlin, First Class, just one title of many. Albus was probably considered a genius of his age back when he was in school, but to say that his mind has slipped would probably be an understatement of the century. Maybe something had addled his brains over the last twenty years or so but putting the young defenseless MAGICICAL orphan with muggles that could be closely described as modern day Nazis, seems a bit obscene. Anyone who put an ounce of actual work to investigate the family, at which you're dumping the savior, would have seen the boisterous hate this small little family for anything out of the normal.
Despite evidence, it was by his hand our little-hero-who-could was dropped off and left to rot in a cupboard inside his own baby basket he had arrived in. For nearly ten years he lived like this. His Aunt Petunia had taken to his arrival in almost scary way, when he burnt the food, or forgot to finish the laundry she would explode on him like a bat out of hell, or when he did something to annoy the 'perfect child' she would punish him with no food. Not that he got a lot in the first place.
During his ninth year with the Dursley's, young Harry Potter suffered a tremendous physical and emotional attack.
'Holy shit holy shit' Harry panted as he ran. A group of bigger kids had followed him home after school including Dudley. 'They're catching up...How these fat asses are keeping up with me I don't know...' He ran for an ally way and down the street, turning the corner, there was a sickening 'CRUNCH' as he hit a wall and fell to the ground. 'Shit I got turned around in here.' Looking around he noticed a couple of large empty boxes tilted over. Thinking quickly he jumped into one as the group of big kids rounded the corner.
"Where is he Dudley?" The larger one named Peirs Polkis asked panting from the lack of breath.
Dudley himself looked as if he was going to die from lack of oxygen in his system. Gasping for air he replied "I seen 'im come this way, he's around here somewhere." The group of bullies split up looking for Harry.
Harry had by now closed his eyes trying to think of some way out this mess. They had him cornered like a rat. In his current position he could probably jump out and make a run for it but they would most likely catch him. He felt a hand grab his leg from behind as a yell from Peirs sounded "Here! Here he is hiding in a cardboard box like a cowardly rat." Harry was ripped out of the box by two more hands as they dropped his leg another foot came crashing into his stomach.
"Stop please. Please." he pleaded as the person kept kicking him. He looked up to see Dudley kicking him, with no intention of stopping anytime soon. Harry closed his eyes pleading to whatever god he worshiped that they would end his torment. Another sharp kick to the ribs woke him from his prayer. He choked on his own blood as he tried to stay awake. Suddenly after nearly five minutes of torment it stopped, he looked up and shouted with all the energy he could build up. "STOP!" His temper grew at tremendously alarming rates just before he willed Dudley to stop.
In that instant he knew he was in trouble. Dudley was sent flying into a brick wall hitting his head, plumping down to the ground. Harry hadn't heard Mrs. Figg walk into the dark ally and stop them from their assault. All he could see as he blacked out was her outline over Dudley and the rest of group behind her.
Fast forward two days
He had woken after two days of rest inside the hospital, alone and frankly scared. He remembered what happened to Dudley and didn't think his relatives were going to be very warmhearted when he went home. And that was an understatement of a century His thoughts were broken by a man entering and walking to his side. "And how is our patient today?" Harry crooked out a fine. A look of surprise appeared on the doctor's face. 'I had expected him to stay asleep for another day or so...' "Oh you're awake, do you feel any pain? You had two fractured ribs and a broken wrist."
Harry looked down to his arm noticing the bandage and replied "I can't feel it sir."
"That's good Harry; the drugs are still in effect. You will be able to return home with your Aunt and Uncle today. I have advised them to keep you under surveillance for a couple of weeks in tell you return to normal, your ribs should take a few months to fully heal and your wrist will be back to normal in the next five weeks or so." He paused for a moment and sat down next to Harry. "Harry they're some injures here that didn't come from this indecent, do you know that several of the bones in your left arm have been broken before and not treated properly?"
Harry looked fearful, that arm had been broken by his Uncle on 'accident' in the yard about two weeks ago. "Yes sir, yard accident with my Uncle."
The doctor looked thoughtful for a second; he seemed to be reading Harry's facial expressions. "Hmm, is that so? Why wasn't it treated correctly?"
"Uncle Vernon said he didn't have the money for the hospital so we wrapped my arm in a bandage sling." Harry's hurried excuse didn't seem to lessen any of the doctors' worries as he looked into Harry's eyes in disbelief.
At this the doctor looked surprised at his response "And yet Dudley Dursley is sitting in one of our most expensive care wards. I don't think that is the case Harry, please try again."
"Okay he said he didn't have enough money for me." Harry looked fearful, what he said was going to get him in trouble and he knew it.
"I see does that happen often?" The doctor asked carefully.
Harry couldn't reply as his Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia walked into the room a moment before. Harry looked fearful before quickly replying "No it doesn't sir." His Uncle Vernon smirked at this.
"Thank you Dr. Johnson, may we talk to Harry please?" His Aunt Petunia had put on her perfect host voice.
"Yes, no problem I will be back later before your released okay Harry?" Harry nodded to the doctor as he walked out.
"YOU WILL NOT TALK TO THAT DOCTOR ABOUT OUR FAMILY BUSINESS IS THAT CLEAR BOY?" His Uncle Vernon hissed quietly. "If I hear that you did you will be in even more trouble when we return home. If I don't hear anything I'll make sure your punishment is lessened to some extent." His Uncle Vernon gave him a wicked smile that made him want to just die there and get it over with.
The Dursley's and Harry returned home around two the same day and as soon as the door closed his Uncle put Harry in his room. This included a brand new lock system set up on the outside of the door. Since then he was told to keep quiet and was never let out for anything. Two days went by in agony; the drugs had worn off after the first twelve hours or so. He really didn't really have any way to tell the time. He had wet himself more then he cared to count. The day before his Aunt had let him out because of the smell and she made him clean it, then shoved him back in cupboard without any food. He drifted off to sleep trying to be strong yet failing miserably, he had never gone this long without water, food yes, but water was different.
He awoke after an unknown amount of time at sound of footsteps in the kitchen. He could smell the bacon in the air as it was cooked. He started to cry as once again he slipped into oblivion.
He was now so weak he could barely lift his hand let alone yell for help. He now knew they were going to leave him to rot. He hadn't heard anything from the house in days.
Maybe they had left for a vacation and forgot he was there? Maybe they moved out forever forgetting the boy inside the cupboard under the stairs? Maybe help would come?
'To late most likely' he remarked to himself. He knew he was dying. Falling asleep he slept, and slept...and slept.
The next time he awoke he was standing over his own body. Looking down at the bad shape it was in he could see a bright green chain attached to the bottom of his foot, along with a pitch black chain attached near his forehead. The black chain was being eroded and snapped as a cloud of dark mist screeched into the night as it died away.
A voice from behind broke Harry from his inspection "You're not dead yet."
Harry's head snapped up to the voice. The blond person wore an odd set of cloths, and his hands were not visible. Also Harry noticed the hilt of a sword under the white robes. "Ah, My name is Kisuke Urahara, Captain of the 12th Division of the Gotei 13, as I said before you are not dead merely having an out of body experience." The man looked him over; he seemed to be expecting Harry to say something. "My reason for being here is an odd one as I doubt you have any knowledge of what a Shinigami is, do you?" He paused for a second the look on Harry's face told him he was correct. "A Shinigami or Soul Reaper takes a dead human soul back to a place called the Soul Society. Anyway I have detected your spiritual pressure for quite some time and have decided that you shall be my test subject for my latest invention."
Harry looked like he wanted to run away, this man wanted to use him as a test subject like some little white mice or something. "Why should I let you?" Harry quivered out. He was afraid.
Urahara chuckled at this and smiled before replying "Like you have a choice, you did notice your 'chain of fate' is being eroded away even as we speak, if you do not want to become my test subject that is fine I will leave you hear to turn into a Hollow and then I'll kill you. But know this if you choose to do this you can live on, possibly leave this house after you're better."
Harry thought it over in his head, over and over, he could die and be with his family in the afterlife, or stay here with the Dursley's and be treated like shit the die. If he took this man's way out he could possibly leave the Dursley's forever and still live on. 'Duh option B' Even his own brain thought the decision was an obvious one. Inwardly nodding he looked up to Urahara and quickly said "Fine, as long as I get to leave these people behind I will do it."
"Great! Now we need to do away with this." Urahara drew his sword and with a single slash he cut the chain connecting Harry to his body. As soon as this happened he dropped to his knees and looked up at Urahara expecting the next part. "Never in my career as a Shinigami have I met a human with as much spiritual power as you. No human should have this much." He hilted his sword with one hand whiles the other hand grabbed a new item. "This Harry is the Hōgyoku, my most powerful creation to date. It takes destroys barriers in ones soul, connecting Hollow and Shinigami into something else. You probably curious why I'm using it on you? This is a test as I have said I do not know how it will influence a human with no powers or what will happen."
The Hōgyoku glowed for a faint moment before Urahara reached down and put it up to Harry's forehead. As he let go it stuck and Urahara whispered something under his breath. At that moment pain exploded in his head. Whatever this thing did, it hurt extremely badly. What felt like liquid poured out of every socket of his body and it fused to his skin, a masked formed over his face as a tail formed of white bone like matter. He could control the tail to some extent. He closed his eyes in pain; a voice could be heard in the back of his mind, screaming like a madman. Harry focused on the voice and called out.
"Hello!" He called, suddenly the pain and screaming stopped. He had a feeling whatever transformation he was undergoing at the moment was over. He looked down seeing his normal body, only to be scared shit less. A giant lion was approaching him at high speed. Harry quickly hid behind a pillar of stone.
"Young one, you may come out I will not hurt you" Said the lion to Harry. Not that he didn't believe the huge talking lion with wings, he was just scared. "It's okay I only wish to see you, what you have done in the normal realm has changed us in many ways."
Harry poked his head out to look at the lion. It was bigger then what he had seen in books, it's most notable feature was the pair of wingson its back. 'Lions don't have wings' he said to himself. "W-who w-what...are you..."
Instantly the lion spread the wings as if to show off to Harry. "I am a Griffin Young Wizard, and my name is ..." Harry hadn't heard his name and it had shown on his face. "You will know my name in time. Now we must talk sit."
"What do you want to talk about Sir?" Harry was curious as to why he had a griffin his head. "What did you mean by 'Wizard' Sir? And why are you here in my head?" The griffin chuckled at Harry's influx of questions.
"I am here to help you Harry, many people have guardians of the mind. Some call me the Inner Animal. I am more, as you have unlocked your Shinigami and Hollow powers; I am a basic representation of the zanpakutōs inside your mind. I can reform myself into this form or a pure white blade."
"I have a more than one sword? You said zanpakutōs, as in plural?" This kind of excited him as the captain had only one.
"For now you have one zanpakutō, which is me, another sword which I am holding back as of now will be of use later on when you can control it."
"Is it bad? Why are you holding it back?" Harry was still very curious.
"I am merely repressing the darker side of your soul and another soul that had been bound to you so we can evaluate your situation without his interference. If I had not, I am sure Urahara would have certainly killed you."
"Oh...Thank you I guess, what did you mean by wizard?" He remembered the previous month of hell after he had made Dudley fly into a wall, he suspected it had something to do with this magic or something like it, he had ran it over and over in his head. "And do you know who or what this other soul was? If he was as bad as you say I think I should talk to Urahara about it, maybe he could help."
"You are a wizard. You can control an inner core of magic to do things that would amaze even the greatest of Shinigami, transform material into other materials, transfiguration it's call. Teleport from one side of the country to the other, knock someone out with only a simple word. It's only the tip of the iceberg for magic."
"Originally my power kept this other soul in check; he was discharged from your body when you nearly died. That was right before you met Urahara. I don't think telling him would be a good idea. Normally witches and wizards cannot become Shinigami, it's an old law created by a high council or god I don't know exactly. But if it wasn't for that captain I doubt you would have ever heard about them." The Griffin circled him again, the large tail patting him on the head softly.
"Then why am I one? Did they change their minds or has fate decided to throw me bone here? This is a good thing right?"
The griffin sat next to Harry and looked thoughtful. "It depends on this Urahara character. If he decides to put us down like a dog because we have some power. Then no it's not a good thing, but if he keeps his word, we'll be able to return you to your body and get you away from those people."
Harry contemplated this; he didn't know what he looked like on the outside, or how much power he had gained. "Do you think my body changed on the outside more than in here? Physical changes I mean."
"We'll just have to see wont we." He smirked as inner world faded around him.