Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do i own Bleach. If I DID own bleach, it would involve yaoi/yuri, and Shirosaki would come out to play more often.

Summary: Harry Potter has died, but what happens in the afterlife? BleachxHP crossover. Oneshot. I suck at summaries. R&R, please!

What if Harry really had died that fateful night? Voldemort has been defeated, but everything seemed to come crashing down on Harry. So, pointing his own wand at himself, he said those two words that have hurt so many people.

'Avada Kedavra!'

I saw there faces as I died, in the middle of the great hall.

Voldemort was dead, destroyed by his own hands.

His body was no less than ten feet away from me.

Strange; death didn't hurt. The spell provided near instant, painless death.

Cedric, I now knew, died painlessly. The guilt loosened on my heart, if only a little.

Blackness rushed into my vision. Their faces turned from joyful to horrified in a split second.

I felt elated...I was finally released.

"What is your name, Arrancar?" The brown-haired man in front of me said.

"Ulquiorra Cifer, sir." I replied, my voice as expresionless as the day I died.

"Ulquirorra. My name is Sosuke Aizen. And i know that isn't you living name."

"My human name was Harry Potter, sir."

Suddenly, the man grinned. I felt a flash of fear; this man seemed more dangerous than Voldemort ever was. That deceptive appearence, the honeyed voice. But it was gone as soon as it surfaced.

"The wizard boy. The boy-who-lived, correct? Well, Ulquiorra, you are now the fourth Espada."

"yes, sir."

I was dying again...At the hands of that Kurosaki boy.

I felt myself breaking down, Body dissapearing. I sighed.

That woman, Inoue...why did she seem so familiar?

The hair, the soft face...why do they trigger such emotions?

She looks at me with those tear-filled eyes, and reaches for me.

I dont reach back.

I feel a sudden rush of sadness, and tears prick my eyes.

A single name finally pops into my head, as I disappear completely.

Ginerva Weasley.

The girl I loved...the girl who saw me point my wand at myself. I had made eye contact a moment before saying those two words, and her eyes spoke: I understand.

Thank you, Ginny. For understanding...and for Inoue, who let me remember her.

A/N!

Random idea. Harry Potter and Bleach high. Review, please! it makes me feel warm and fuzzy when I see those nice comments!