Warning: Slash.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or Harry Potter.

Pairing: Past Aizen/Midori(Harry).

Note: Midori is Harry's past life.

Word Count: 233 (only actual Drabble)


Aizen's first real idea of heaven had been a vision of emerald eyes and raven silk.

Midori, who held no last name, had been his only friend as he grew up in the slums of Soul Society. The quiet, soft-spoken boy with the frail body from to many illnesses, but warm smile that drew people in like moths to a flame.

He had been perfect.

And Aizen's.

Midori had pushed him to join the academy after it was discovered that he had spiritual powers, and informed him in a voice of finality that he would be great, amazing. He had never doubted for a moment that Aizen would be amazing.

It had been from his Angel, who had been his first glimpse of heaven, that Aizen had ever even thought of his plan.

Everything had been perfect, until they had taken him away. To the Maggot's Nest. Midori, that is.

They had claimed that he was a danger, too much spiritual pressure, too unstable. It hadn't mattered that the boy could barely hold a cup on his own, his body was so weak. It hadn't mattered that Midori was the kindest person to ever exist. They had taken him anyway.

And that was when Aizen had decided Soul Society had to be destroyed.

He would regain his Angel.

And then his angel would rule at his side, at the top of the heavens.