Hello everyone! This is a response to Sharkteeth's request to have a crossover between Harry Potter and Bleach with Harry being the reincarnation of Aizen Sosuke. I always think about these kinds of things and decided to actually write a story. Although instead of having Harry immediately have all the memories and personality of Aizen, he will gradually remember his former life and go through personality changes over the course of the year. There will be spoilers for both Bleach and Harry Potter although if you haven't finished Harry Potter what are you doing reading this? Go finish the books! I'm not too sure if I'm gonna include other Bleach character but I'm kind of leaning towards not having any. If you have any opinion feel free to tell me. I'm really hoping I can fit in Aizen's epic hair style change somewhere since I found it is so strange yet so amazingly awesome. Hahaha
This is actually my first story and I really hope it's ok. I'd love it if people reviewed but it's fine if you don't. I know I don't always review and it would be hypocritical of me to get offended. Please no flames. If you have something to say about it, I'd like constructive criticism please. Feel free to suggest ways to improve the story and please warn me if a character gets too OOC. Since I'm in school, I can't promise to update every week, but I will try to have another chapter within the next few weeks. (keep your fingers crossed) If I stop this story I will say so.
Oh and I almost forgot: I do not own Bleach or Harry Potter. If I did there would be some…changes
It was nearing eleven at King's Cross Station in London and sitting inside a stationary ruby train, a thirteen-year-old teen eagerly looked out the window to the clock outside, counting down the seconds until the train's departure. This skinny, emerald eyed, dark haired boy had a quite a few titles for his age: the boy who lived, that Potter brat, scarhead, and the list goes on. The only one he actually liked was his name, Harry James Potter. Unlike most thirteen-year-old teens, Harry was not off to a regular school where one would learn math, science, English, and other similar subjects. Harry was on his way to his third year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which as you may have guessed a school where children were taught magic. However, even among the magical world, Harry was no regular guy. When he was only a year old, Voldemort, a dark lord who magical people still feared, killed his parents and attempted to kill him. Because of his mother's sacrifice, Harry was saved and Voldemort was defeated. He was sent to live with his horrid family that very night. His Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon despised magic and unsuccessfully tried to prevent Harry being magical. When he was eleven he received his letter from Hogwarts and entered a whole new world. He learned how to fly a broom, how to change a match into a needle, how to levitate objects, how to cast charms, and so much more. Unfortunately, Harry's times at Hogwarts were not always so wonderful. At the end of his first year, he had to stop Voldemort from getting the Sorcerer's Stone and gaining a new body. He barely succeeded, but his second year was perhaps even worse. After being ostracized as the Heir of Slytherin who was attacking muggle-borns, Harry was forced to fight a Basilisk and a sixteen-year-old shade of Tom Riddle, aka Lord Voldemort. Once again he came close to failing and only survived the basilisk's poison due to the healing tears of a phoenix.
Sitting with him in the compartment and bickering for the third time that day, were his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Ron, a tall, freckled, red haired boy, and Hermione, a bushy haired, "know it all", often fought over the smallest things, but the friendship among the three remained strong. The trio was not alone in the compartment; a man huddled in the corner, who had already been identified as R.J Lupin by Hermione, slept regardless of the noise the three produced.
"Hermione, your bloody cat attacked Scabbers again last night! You better keep that monster in his carrier or who knows what will happen to my poor rat!"
"I will do no such thing Ronald! You will simply have to make sure Scabbers remains in your pocket. Besides for the past two years you've been complaining about that rat. Why on earth do you suddenly care for it so much? You just don't like Crookshanks!"
Harry could not help but let out a sigh. Hermione and Ron had argued about Crookshanks and Scabbers the night before and the night before that and the night before that and…well you get the idea. It was getting pretty annoying. On the other hand, it was kind of nice to see the two acting normal when he had just told them that the escaped mass murderer Sirius Black was after him. When he was about to tell the two to quit arguing, a piercing whistle distracted him. The Hogwarts Express was on its way.
As the train raced across the countryside, the three friends spoke of trivial things, quidditch and the new subjects they would take this year. The daylight began to dim as they got closer to Hogwarts. Harry, Ron, and Hermione took their school robes out of their luggage and got ready to change. But the train came to a sudden stop. Harry glanced at the window and noticed the train was had not arrived at Hogwarts yet. He stepped closer to the window to try to figure out where they were, but the window started to frost up. The lights began to flicker and then went out. The group was enveloped in darkness. Suddenly their compartment door slammed open and the trio whipped out their wands, ready to defend themselves.
"Bloody hell, Neville, you stepped on my foot!"
"S-s-sorry, Ginny. I d-d-didn't mean to."
"Ginny, what are you doing here? We told you to leave us alone!"
"Shut up, Ron or I swear I'll give you the worst bat-bogeys you have ever experienced!"
"Don't you talk to me like that!"
"Ron, don't speak to your sister like that. Ginny, Neville, what's wrong?"
"S-something's wrong, but I don't know what. All the lights are out a-a-and-"
"And we thought we heard someone yell down the train"
"Come on Ginny, nothing like that is gonna happen on the Hogwarts Express. You probably just wanted to get close to Harry because now you worship him more than ever after last year!"
"How dare you Ron! How could you say that?""
"I'll say whatever I bloody want, you stupid bint!"
"I'll show you a stupid bint, you worthless pig!"
"Ron and Ginny, you two need to stop this now!"
"Don't you interfere with this, Hermione!"
"QUIET!" a raspy voice yelled with Harry. It seemed RJ Lupin had finally awoken. With a murmured lumos, his wand lit up, illuminating his tired features. He slowly and carefully walked towards the open door, reaching forward to shut it. But it was too late.
When Lupin neared the door, a tall phantom like figure entered the doorway of the compartment. It suddenly was cold, too cold. Harry could not hear the frightened yells of his friends. He could only hear the panicked screams of some woman. Wait, not only screams, there was something else underneath the horrified pleas.
Not Harry, not Harry!
Please, not Harry!
…One or two pieces of dust to scatter?
Not Harry, please no!
Take me, kill me instead!
YOU ARE NOT YET READY TO HEAR MY NAME AGAIN
With that last voice, the rest stopped and faded away. He could make out Lupin driving away the being with some sort of silver light, but everything started to blur. He could somewhat see his friends coming towards him, but he could not bring himself to care or do anything. The compartment slowly was replaced by black, as were the worried faces of Lupin and his friends.
It was so strange though, Harry thought as he began to fall into unconsciousness. That last voice seemed so familiar. Far more familiar than the screams of that woman, whoever she was. His last thought as he slipped into darkness was of his desire to know the name of that strange yet strongly familiar voice.