AN: Heh. Gotta add my piece to tha HP Bleach crossover section as well. Wondering mind and all that ya feel meh?
Here's chap one
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Chapter one.
A hollow named Harry
He stared at the person before him who was smirking up at him like he was important or something. How arrogant of him. He contemplated just devouring this fool for even daring to invade his territory like that but decided it was too much trouble.
He did speak though.
"You've got three seconds to explain to me what the bloody hell you think you're doing here, then you have one second after that to leave…then I'm eating you."
Bright emerald eyes narrowed when the man before him smirked some more. Hell no. Fuck that. It wasn't too much trouble anymore. Before the man could even begin to speak, a huge claw tore him in two like he was made of wet clay.
"Tch, nobody looks down on me like that…not anymore, bloody asshole," he muttered as he flicked blood from his claws and laid back down, intent on catching perhaps a few days more worth of Z's, uninterrupted.
Seriously, he'd been dead for thirty years! After living a terrible life filled with abuse, fights, betrayal and everything else! His entire existence has shaped him to what he is today. And that shape is a man that's far too damn cynical and fed up to put up with anyone's shit. Like hell he'd let that happen to him again. He just wanted to be left alone and enjoy his death with the least amount of problems possible and the last thing he wanted was to be was bothered by some four eyed nerd smirking at him like he's the shit.
If there were any from his previous life still around they'd probably wonder why he chose to let Voldemort have his way with his old world instead of allowing Dumbledoor to bring him back to life so he could "fulfill his destiny," or some other posh bullshit he didn't feel like remembering anymore, and then using his magic, (After being surprised that he still had it even as a ghost) to apparate as far…FAR away as possible, somehow getting to this world with the white dessert and the black sky, and they'd probably become unsurprised when he would tell them he got tired of it all.
Sure the weird energy of this world seriously screwed with his dormant animagus magic, transforming him into a huge black and green colored fusion of three or four different kinds of felines with a mask on his face and a hole in his chest, and sure, after he'd eventually regained control over his chaotic instinct driven mind around a week later, and tried to transform back into his human form, found out that he couldn't but had become extremely powerful. Wild magic combined with his own plus whatever the natural energy in this world was, made him extremely strong. Heh lucky for the snake bastard, he was dead and LONG gone. But all of that was irrelevant as he really had no use for said power. Sure he practiced his magic, taught himself all the moves he'd ever seen done and then proceeded to invent many more, it was done mostly out of boredom. He had spent the first few years in this new world, exploring the desert figuring he'd might as well see what his new neighborhood was about.
He was actually a bit angered.
Hollow? Adjuchas? Evil soul? Reiatsu? Shinigami? What the bloody hell? That's what he'd been condemned to?
Yet another case of everything and everyone including GOD apparently, fucking him over. But then again, he HAD teleported himself here. Oh well. He'd eventually accepted his situation and isolated himself away wanting to be left alone. Evil soul his ass, though it HAD explained his sudden Animagus fueled hollow transformation. Magic and reiatsu apparently made for a very potent mix.
Dieing and abandoning his own world after finally becoming fed up with the constant shit storm thrown his way had made him rather eager for a change in pace, especially after the sham that had been his old life. This place wasn't the best of places to live but it was still far better than what he'd grown up in. He had no idea what sort of problems his world had suffered through at that point. Maybe old moldyshorts and his death munchers had succeeded in taking over the wizarding world. Maybe the wizards finally grew a pair after he'd died and solved their own fucking problems for once instead of piling all their responsibilities on a damn kid.
Not that he couldn't have done it, he'd already had all the pieces to his genius puzzle placed together and was one step away from destroying that snake freak once and for all before he died, becoming the master of the deathly hollows…THAT had been a task and a half.
But then Dumbledoor reveals to him all the plotting and manipulation done to his life so…yeah. His only regret was perhaps leaving behind Neville, Luna and the weasly twins, seeing they were the only ones genuinely interested in becoming a good friend and loved ones, damn Ron and Hermione.
Oh well, lucky for Voldemort. Now the wizarding world was…perhaps his for the taking.
He says wizarding world only because there was no way…NO WAY he could ever succeed in taking over the muggle world, no matter how inferior his deluded ass thinks they are. There were too many for one. And for two, muggles know how to wage war, had been doing it since the beginning. The second the muggles discovered the magical community, the wizards would have only one of two options. Either continue this little war and they start fighting back, resulting in the destruction of the wizarding world, because, really, muggles don't take that shit and are more ruthless than some hollows he'd seen when they're pissed or feeling genuinely threatened and react just like a hive of angry hornets would when something starts pissing in their yard. Imperious course? Pfft as soon as that was discovered the muggles would have a machine able to cancel it out in a matter of months. And within a year they'd have the technological equivalent/counter to every spell wizards cold throw at them. Hell muggles might even go so far as to side with the so called darker and inferior races after they'd crushed the wizards, and help them by providing better living conditions and such as well as the incentive to grow in population as well as establishing friendships in order to learn more about them.
Because despite all of their flaws, Muggles do have big hearts and are extremely eager to learn about new things. Some may not but those fools are insignificant compared to the number of people who would actively fight for the rights of races like, vampires, warewolves, goblins and Veela.
Heh perhaps Voldemort was best for the world? Magic and technology would most certainly blend after this little cuffle was over and both parties fully established that the other exists, resulting in less pollutant ways to do things and what not... a balance would be established. Damn, getting a bit too sciency for his liking.
Option two. They could do things like real gentlemen and find a way to coexist, resulting in a far less bloody path to "earthly balance." The world didn't need him to save it. He'd realized this only after he had been killed and subsequently told about all the shit he'd been thrown in his whole life.
"My…that was certainly impressive."
His eyes snapped open and widened as they beheld the man he was sure he'd just eviscerated.
"You're just as strong as the rumors say," he said, STILL smirking at him. He suppressed the urge to rush in and attack with everything he had. That idiodic part of him had been cast away even before he had died. Instead he opted to level the man with a calm gaze. The mere fact that he had survived that attack was enough to peak his interest just a little bit. What the hell had he done? He wondered if he could survive an Avada Kedavera.
Nah. No use in revealing that particular ability. Magic didn't exist in this world. He'd rather keep it as a trump card…should he need to. No, instead had gave the man a half lidded glare
"Fine then," he began, not moving from his laying position. "Start talking."
Aizen Souske looked up at this hollow, a massive black and green hybrid of a lion, a lynx, panther and a tiger with the greatest of interest. He'd already managed to get a few lower level but still moderately strong hollows to join him but they paled in comparison to this Adjuchas or the Vasto lordes he planned on visiting later. And there were rumors all over Huecho mundo about this particular hollow. They say he wields a power no other can and that all he'd faced were never seen again…no matter who went to challenge him.
Aizen had barely even seen that attack coming. Even if it was merely an illusion that had been killed, but that itself was extremely impressive. The hollow seemed almost bored with him and it honestly entertained him to finally meet a hollow that didn't either out right fear him, or outright hate him.
He told the hollow the same thing he'd told the others. He was looking too unite all hollows and to wage a war against the Soul society and the Shinigami sometime in the distant future and that he was working to learn how to create Arrancar. He asked this hollow if he'd join his cause. His answer actually didn't really surprise him.
"Get lost," he said. "I have no interest in your war and I never will. So beat it. My answer is no."
Aizen smirked, a typical answer. But he was in no real big hurry. He'd return to this hollow later after he had convinced a couple of the Vasto lordes to join him. This Adjuchas was extremely interesting, true but he wasn't a top priority... yet. He was simply the easiest to find.
Aizen merely gave a bow and said, "Very well," before promptly vanishing via Shunpo. The hollow actually face vaulted. That was far too easy! What the hell!
With a growl he turned his head to the entrance to his den. He hadn't actually left it in a decade. Aizen Souske hmm? A Shinigami out to rule Hollows in a war against the soul reapers? yea no thanks. One war was enough thank you very much. He wasn't willing to put up with that shit again, especially not for some Shinigami of all things. The hell did this guy think hollows were? Idiots? Well…some were. Actually, most were. He sure as hell wasn't though.
With a sigh, he closed his eyes
Time passed. He had no idea how much time had passed but he was aware that it had been at least another fifty years. He had learned quite a bit actually. First of all was that Aizen was making a great deal of headway with his "gathering of his hollow army endeavor." He had apparently convinced three vasto lordes to join him as well as legions of weaker hollows. He was actually unsurprised at who had joined him. Cayote Stark was known all over as the lone wolf, an extremely powerful hollow, rumored to be the most powerful, but yearning only for companions…a pack. However his power destroyed all that had dared to become a companion. The stories even go as far as to say he willingly split himself in two in order to blot out that loneliness. Aizen had apparently promised him a pack that he could run with. Ulquirorra Shiffer was simply bored. The bat themed vasto lorde joined Aizen simply out of curiosity. The last was a bit humorous. Barragan, the so called King god of Huecho mundo was easily defeated by Aizen and was forced to accept the Shinigami as his…master for the time being.
As he thought more and more about the rising situation in the land of hollows, something appeared on the edge of his senses, a sudden spike of reitsu that seemed to be nearing closer to his territory.
His interest rose up a little and he opted to wait.
He wasn't disappointed. A pretty damn weak ass hollow appeared in front of him and gasped. It was apparently running from something.
"H-Holy shit," muttered the hollow, making him laugh. Man he couldn't remember the last time he'd laughed and opted to observe this hollow instead of dismissing him. "Heh, imagine that," he muttered when he finally noticed that this hollow was feline themed as well. He was about a third the size of him and definitely not an Adjuchas, but he didn't care about any of that.
"A Sabertooth Tiger eh?" he lowered his head to sniff the terrified hollow in front of him. "What's your name?"
The hollow tried to put up a brave front and had actually forced his body to stop trembling. It was impressive...sort of.
"I'm Vega…Ggio Vega."
"Vega huh?" he paused, staring into the smaller cat's bright golden eyes with an intensity that made him shiver. "What are you doing here?"
Vega went to answer, but that was interrupted by an assault of spiritual pressure, even as six hollows appeared in flashes of Sonido. Vega immediately snarled and moved to the side and slightly behind the form of the larger feline hollow. Said hollow chuckled.
"So that's it eh?" He eyed the newcomers with a bored stare even as they visibly tensed upon seeing him.
"W-wha? Who the hell are you?" asked an Adjuchas class gorilla looking hollow. "Step aside! That little pest is ours!" Vega's growls intensified. "Hah! I dare ya, you weak ass bastards!" He proclaimed, removing bimself from the bigger cat's protective side and baring his teeth. The gorilla sneered.
"You say that now that you're beside that guy. Hah! How pathetic!"
The larger cat snorted.
"Even more pathetic than six Adjuchas bullying a low class?"
All of the other hollows froze and turned their attention to the giant black cat.
"I mean cause really. That seems pretty bloody sad in my opinion. Not to mention you're in my den making all this noise. So start talkin. You've got fifteen seconds."
It was silent for a second before another hollow spoke up. This one was a weird combination of insect and bird. Its glowing red eyes narrowed and it snorted arrogantly.
"Heh. You've got a lot of balls, talking to us like that with as outnumbered as you are. Just who the hell do you think you are anyway?"
Vega had moved back to his previous position next to the larger cat.
"Me? I'm the bloke you're pissing off," he began as he slowly rose to a standing position, letting every other hollow there know just how much he had on them in the size department. "And you've just ran out of time."
Before the six intruders could react, a burst of silver slammed into them all and they exploded into dust before they then disintegrated into spirit particles.
"Tch. Pathetic," he muttered. How he hated dealing with idiots like that. Luckily a silent reducto was just the remedy for that. A gasp drew his attention back to Vega who was looking at him in awe. He snorted.
"Oh stop brat. That look doesn't suit a cat of any kind."
Vega snapped out of it then he immediately bowed. "That was…incredible! What the hell was that?"
The larger cat merely snorted and began to head towards the exit to his cave. "Heh," was all he said.
Vega ran after him and fell into pace next to him but slightly further back. Nothing was said.
They wandered in a straight line for an hour before they came to a stop. The larger cat flopped down in the sand, leaning against a large rock while Vega laid down near him but not too close and curled into a ball.
"…Thanks, you know…for saving my ass back there."
The larger cat looked over at Vega before he snorted. "humph."
Vega stared at the larger cat for over a minute. He couldn't help but admire him. He was…beautiful, majestic in a way and perfectly balanced in his blend of different felines. He recognized the mane of green and black fur and long skinny tail with the tuft of green fur at the end as belonging to a lion and the glimmering obsidian fur covering the rest of the body as belonging to a panther, and the emerald stripes that decorated the legs as those of a tiger and the overall body shape and ears as those that belonged on a lynx. His mask looked like a protective white helmet that covered from his forehead down to just before his nose and in the middle of that mask was a green lightning bolt.
"Who are you?" he asked. The strange feline just snorted.
"Harry," he said. "Harry Potter."
Despite the situation, Vega couldn't hold back the snort. Harry glared at him. "Vega's a bloody funky name as well, so shut up."
Vega obeyed. Despite the apparent protection given by this other hollow named Harry, he was still a very powerful Adjuchas class hollow and he still held a bit of fear so disrespecting him was out of the question.
"I'm sorry," he muttered, obviously unused to saying such words but fully willing to, to this larger and much stronger hollow. Harry just brushed it off. "Eh, it's no big deal kid. I imagine a name like Harry is quite…funny for a hollow." "Especially since the only two ethnicities of this dimension seem to be Asian and Hispanic." He thought with a fond smile.
He looked up at the sky. "What exactly did you do that had six Adjuchas after you?" He snorted inside at the mention of those six. Adjuchas? Those six? How extremely sad to even be considered in the same class as those punk asses, makes him feel ashamed and whatnot.
Vega had the grace to look sheepish. "I attacked one of their comrades, thinking it was a normal hollow. He might as well have been considering how easy it was to kill him."
Harry chuckled.
Vega grinned as well. "They didn't take well to that obviously and I can't take on six Adjuchas, no matter how pathetically weak they are, so I ran." Vega then seemed to pout. "I didn't even get the chance to eat a piece of him dammit."
Harry's amusement only grew as he was told Vega's story. He then looked down at the smaller cat. Eh what the hell.
"Well as long as you stick by me you'll be safe from any more dumb bastards that come after you and there will be plenty of food so don't sweat it."
Vega's eyes widened. Harry laughed. "You're entertaining enough. I don't mind if you stick around." He smirked. "Plus you can't go wrong with being a cat right? Us felines gotta stick together."
Vega's response was a smile and a rather subdued, relaxed, "Yeah,"
The kid was relieved. Living in this pitiful excuse for an afterlife could get to anyone, especially if they're an intelligent but low class hollow like this kid. Harry's eyes closed with one last thought as he drifted to sleep. "Even in death as a so called evil ghost cat creature, I'm still a bloody bleeding heart of generosity. Oh well. This kid is bound to be somewhat interesting at least."
He had no idea just how interesting his…un-life was about to get.
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