In response to TheBlackSeaReaper's challenge # 8.

Warnings: Child Abuse, Slash, Yaoi, Male/Male, (DON'T LIKE DON'T READ) Spoilers to both Harry Potter and Bleach

I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER OR BLEACH! Original characters are mine and explicit permission is needed to use.

Chapter One:

"YOU FREAK!" Vernon a fat whale of a man declared to the world as he kicked his nephew into the ground, "You think you can fiddle on into our little family trip? Well I've had enough of you! A waste of money and space. My Pet and I thought of what to do with you when that old man left you on the doorstep, but we kept you out of the kindness of our hearts!"

Vernon left the five year old child on the snowy opening of woods he had found when he and his family had been wandering. The best part was that the clearing was only twenty paces to a few graves! Even if someone found him dead, there wouldn't be any work on the body's burial. Not that the Freak deserved it.

The family (if you could call it that) had taken a family trip to Japan as a reward for the hard work (aka the work Vernon pushed off to others and called it his) at Grunnings Drilling Industry. The terrible part of the trip was the fact that they were forced to bring their nephew to Japan as the crazy cat lady of a neighbor had broken her leg by tripping over one of her cats.

In the spirit of everything happening to him Harry didn't understand what he had done wrong. He had done all his chores whether it had been to clean the dishes, mow the lawn, dust the house, vacuum the carpet, weed the garden, paint the fence (one a week), or even cooking dinner. Harry thought it was weird Dudley didn't have to lift a finger, but he figured everyone had a little boy to do all the chores. Child abuse. A common occurrence.

Harry wasn't allowed to eat the food he made. He wasn't allowed a room to sleep in, but instead a small cupboard to occupy. The part Harry hated the most was the fact that he was forced to lie to his teachers and fail most of his classes and not out shine Dudley.

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Kuro thought his life was pretty meaningless. His life was amazing with a lot of excitement in it. Of course it was amazing. It was in the job criteria. Body guard. It was fun. He didn't regret anything. Even when he took a bullet for his best friend. How was he supposed to know the bad guys were tailing him?

Anyways, after Kuro died he was a ghost. Pretty cool. Until he became this angel thing. Long black hair along with a pair of black wings. His clothes looked like a Final Fantasy cosplayer's. He had become beautiful in death. Kuro would give the poets that, but he was a monster.

He ate souls and in turn the empty feeling would barely fill up. Then he started eating hollows. That filled him a little more. But even then Kuro felt empty. Until he spotted those pairs of humans below him.

A larger... much too large to be healthy man was beating the shit out of a... three year old kid. And left him there. In the middle of the night. In the snow. Alone. Kuro may be a monster, but he was a considerate monster. At least he didn't hurt little kids.

Kuro flew down to the clearing and heard the labored breathing of the child. The child wore rags that were much too big for him. Blood staining the snow surrounding the boy. The paleness of death creeping closer to the boy as the breathes became closer to nonexistent.

Kuro suddenly had a brilliant idea. He was a monster that ate souls to survive. There was no law that he knew of that told him that what he was about to do was illegal, so why not? He's felt empty his whole life. Why continue this existence when there was nothing left to do?

"Hey kid, do you want to live?" Kuro asked the child. The answer was a very short nod as the boy's throat had been crushed.

A wide grin appeared on the hollow's half mask covered face although the boy couldn't see it. "Good. I have nothing else to do, but save your life so make me one promise." The boy looked at Kuro expecting a bargain trade. "Live. Don't survive anymore. Just live. Have a great life with lots of excitement. Make friends and other stuff like that alright?"

Kuro had nothing left to say so he went on with his work. He plucked a feather from his wings and held it to the boy's forehead. He frowned. Another soul had been attached to the poor kid. A flick of the feather and the soul piece screamed to its death. Another flick and the lightning bolt scar on the kids forehead disappeared.

A third flick and half of Kuro's reiatsu was sent to the human to heal his wounds. Placing the feather against the unconscious fledgling's heart and sending the rest of his reiatsu to the boy the hollow disappeared, leaving a half hollow and half human in his death.

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Albus Dumbledore was having a delightful Christmas dinner in the grand hall when he felt the alarms in his office signal the death of Harry Potter. In a panic he rushed to the room to confirm what he had felt and the device that revealed Harry's death had glowed red and 16 simple words appeared in his office, "Harry Potter - Death by abuse of Uncles Vernon, Aunt Petunia, Cousin Dudley, and various other factors."