Alrighty. Yes, it's short. No, I don't really care. Yes, future chapters will be longer.
I do not own Bleach or Harry Potter.
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Goblet of Bleach – Prologue
"The Riddle House"
The front door or the old house was closed tightly, as if to deter any would-be intruders. However, the aforementioned would-be intruders were not stalled. Two men, both clothed in black robes, put their hands on the door and quickly whispered indistinguishable words. Silence fell once again and twin balls of lights appeared against the door, each emitting a light blue color. The two men withdrew their hands, allowing the lights to hit the wooden door. The force caused it to be blown off of its hinges and obliterated into small chunks and dust. With a glance, the two simultaneously drew swords from the white belts around their waists. Whispers echoed throughout the once-grand building, some forming words while others lost any meaning that they may have had.
"-urder….faithful servant….Hogwarts. Harry Potter….mine"
The voice died out as the two visitors drew closer. It was replaced by the sound of something sliding across the ground. The source seemed to pause momentarily, as if staring at something, and allowed a strange noise to fill the air. It seemed to be a cross of the hiss of a snake and someone being choked.
"According to Nagini, there is an old Muggle standing right outside this room, listening to every word we say."
The men peered around the corner, watching as a door was thrown open. The light from within illuminated a short, old man whose eyes portrayed a mixture of fear and alarm, thought the former seemed more prominent. The voice from within invited the old man inside, questioning him on what he had heard. There must have been another person within the room, someone with the rather strange name of 'Wormtail,' as he was ordered to turn a chair around. Whatever was in that chair caused the old man quite a shock, as the cane he had been holding fell to the floor with a clatter and he let out a scream.
"Avada Kedavra!"
A green light filled the house. A soft thump came from the room where the light had come from. The visitors glanced at each other, eyes widening.
"And it appears that we have two more visitors. They are here, and yet they aren't. Nagini can taste your power strangers, so you may as well reveal yourself."
One of the men moved into the light slowly, firm grip on his sword. A trail of sweat rolled down the side of his face as he glanced at the body lying on the rug. There's nothing here. No soul waiting to be taken… His eyes slid up to find the cause of the old man's death, but he was not prepared for what he found. There was a… thing. Yes, that was the only way to describe it, though skeletal and perhaps grotesque could also be used. The thing was also pointing a long, thin stick at him.
"Fugimori-san! Get out of here! Go to Yamamoto-soutaicho, now! That's an order!"
Fugiomori's eyes widened and he nodded, although his companion was unable to see it. He vanished, the only indication that he has been there was the dust swirling in his wake.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Pain. Pain. So much pain. The one who remained screamed as he fell to the wooden floor. His back arched as his robes tore themselves to pieces where he had been hit, a hold appearing underneath the shreds. A white substance flowed from the hole, quickly moving with almost a liquid-like movement to cover the man's torso. The screams took on a high-pitched rasp and it almost sounded like the man was being drowned. Brown eyes faded into a dull gold, the spark of insanity slowly starting to spread. The creature in the chair looked on with interest. What was he? It?
Two hundred miles away, a boy named Harry Potter woke with a start.
Hope you enjoyed the terribly short prologue! Read and review, eh?
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