Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, he and I would be getting down and dirty.
I don't own Bleach either. It looks like Kubo Tite does. Have you seen his hair?
The day was bright and the residents of Western Rukongai buzzed happily as they did their daily chores. They bargained over the price of clothes and browsed through the stalls idly. Money was exchanged and people walked away with lighter pockets. It was on this day that Shiba Ganju decided to take his pet boar Bonnie out for a walk.
Well, Bonnie was running and Ganju was chasing after her.
The boar snorted and squealed as she knocked people off their feet, causing amusement in the locals and irritation in her victims. Ganju shouted apologies in between his desperate calls for Bonnie to stop. It was his daily routine. Wake up, get pounded by evil sister, feed himself, feed Bonnie, and make sure the fat thing doesn't die from heart failure by taking her out for a walk.
He sighed mentally and wished that his life were more interesting.
Bonnie's squeals and snorts increased in volume and frequency. Ganju rolled his eyes and prepared for the worst. The last time he took Bonnie out for a 'walk' she knocked over four stands. He was forced to pay for the damages and went home to an angry sister.
He was caught up to the boar and dived with his arms stretched out, only to miss and land face-flat on the ground. With his face and ego sore, he groaned and looked up just in time to see Bonnie leap onto a stranger who let out a surprised shout as he was tackled to the ground.
Shit, he grimaced. Nee-san is not going to like this.
He got up and walked over to the boar whose tail wagged wildly. "Sorry about that," he said to the stranger as he tried to pull Bonnie away. "She's not usually this excited." He grabbed her by the horns and pulled her off the man. "Must have been something she a-"
Standing in front of him was a carbon copy of his dead brother.
The day was bright and the residents of Western Rukongai buzzed happily as they did their daily chores. They bargained over the price of clothes and browsed through the stalls idly. Money was exchanged and people walked away with lighter pockets. Harry Potter – or Kaito as he called himself now – was one of the many aforementioned people on the street.
His life had always been chaotic, so he always treasured the periods of peace like he would to his own children. It had been six years since he died. Those six years had been more confusing than Hagrid's conception.
When he came to Soul Society he didn't know a speck of Japanese. Chin chin, konnichiwa and watashi wa hentai desu didn't count. His first few conversations had been awkward because he hadn't been able to respond. At the time he was considered either slow or mentally retarded to those he met. It was one of the reasons why he pushed himself so hard to learn the language.
He hadn't expected to land in Soul Society at all. He had expected to go to Avalon or Heaven, just not Rukongai, which was nothing like what he imagined the afterlife to be.
He'd been disappointed, but he moved on.
Soul Society was a lot like the Human World. Despite the lack of cars and the fact that almost nobody got hungry, this afterlife was just as cruel. No one gave two shits about you if you weren't important and generally turned a blind eye to things unless it slapped them in the face.
Harry's new life in Soul Society wasn't entirely negative though. After he got over the language barrier he opened a business, had a makeshift family and led a generally peaceful life. He lived in one of the safer districts in Hokutan, a far cry from Zaraki. Not that he would know, he hadn't been that far and didn't plan to.
Life was good. Sometimes, boars tackled him. He tried not to be surprised anymore.
Ganju stared open-mouthed at the man as he brushed dirt off his dark yukata. His grip on Bonnie loosened, subjecting the man to an armful of boar. Bonnie's snorts had yet to stop.
"It's alright," the man said while trying to push off the boar. "It's not your fault."
Ganju blinked owlishly as Bonnie pressed her snout into the man's hand, "Oh – right."
The man stroked the boar with a small smile, "Well, it was nice meeting you." Bonnie nuzzled against the hand as her tail wagged.
Ganju returned the smile with a strained one, "Yeah. Same here."
The man pulled away from, causing the boar to demand his attention but he paid no heed. Instead he straightened his yukata and picked up his grocery bags. "See you 'round," he smiled as he walked away.
Ganju watched his figure become smaller before he gripped Bonnie by the ribbon tied to her back. "Come on, let's go."
Harry made his way back to his home, musing over the fact that a boar had tackled him. It wasn't long before he was at the doorstep slipping off his sandals. He made his way through the hallway, "I'm home!" His call was followed by the sound of stumbling and excited shouts.
And for the second time that day, he was tackled. Harry lost his balance and dropped his groceries and landed on his rear. The two boys talked over each other, both of them vying for his attention.
"Papa! Guess what! Guess what!"
"Granny said that- "
"Today I went with Shibata-kun to-"
"I don't want to get pregnant! Granny's ly-"
"And we found a pond! And it had lots of-"
Harry rolled his eyes and pushed the boys off him and stood up. "Why don't you help me with the bags and tell me on the way?"
The boys obediently took one bag each while Harry took the rest. He ruffled their hair and made his way to the kitchen.
"Anyway, Granny always lies to me!"
"Hey! It's my turn to talk!"
"No it isn't!"
"Yes it is!"
Harry ignored their argument and placed the bags on the counter. The boys followed his example and helped him place the items in cabinets. One of the boys crumpled one of the paper bags and hurled it at the other. Harry rolled his eyes and whacked both of them on the head.
"What did I do?"
He scowled at them, "What did I say about fighting?" He asked as he crossed his arms.
"Take it outside," they chorused petulantly.
He raised an eyebrow at them, "Well?" The two boys glanced at each other and ran out of the kitchen. Idiots, he thought with a grin.
A frown marred his face as Ganju walked home. His companion, Bonnie, walked by him and a strangely calm manner. Ganju was too lost in his own thoughts to notice.
That couldn't have been aniki; he died a long time ago.
His pace slowed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Nightfall was approaching and the crickets began their chirping.
That's right, he assured himself. Aniki is dead. It was just someone who looked a lot like aniki. He tucked his hands into his pockets and looked up at the orange sky. Besides, it's not like I'm going to see him again.
He didn't notice that Bonnie had slipped away.