AN: I know I already have like three stories running, but this idea wouldn't let me alone. To let you all know this story isn't beta-read so don't sue me for grammatical mistakes.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach nor Harry Potter.
Update: fixed the scene where they abduct Ichigo. Ichigo was kind of out of character there so I changed it a bit.
Chapter 1
August 7th, 15:03 PM. Malfoy manor.
The person before him had come unexpectedly and the way he appeared before him was unknown to him. Yet there was something about this man that made him stop to try and kill him. He knew this man had power. He could feel it, it was just radiating off of him.
"Who are you?" he asked the man.
He was curious now. The man seemed to have enough power that he didn't need any help.
"You can call me Aizen, Sosuke Aizen." The man answered.
"And for what exactly do I own your visit for?" Voldemort asked.
"A favor." Aizen answered shortly.
"A favor? Do explain." Voldemort said.
He was getting a little bit impatient with this Aizen, yet there was still something that made him continue to ask questions.
"I've heard you are familiar with splitting ones soul. I was wondering if you are capable of making an exact copy of a person that you can bent to your will." Aizen explained.
"An exact copy? And why would you want that?" Voldemort asked curiously.
"This person I am talking about is pretty strong. He was able to defeat me once, yet he failed to kill me. If I would have his strength at my side he won't be able to stop me anymore." Aizen explained.
"And what would I gain with this if I should help you?" Voldemort asked.
"I do believe there is someone of an annoyance that you can't get rid of, am I right?" Aizen asked.
"Yes, that Potter boy." Voldemort answered.
"You may use the weapon for your own benefit, but after you get rid of the boy I expect it back." Aizen explained.
"Very well, but how do you expect to get the boy. You said it yourself that he was able to defeat you once." Voldemort wondered.
"That won't be a problem. You see in order to defeat me he used up all of his power. His body should be on a reserve, but his power is still locked inside him, unable for him to reach. Use this vurnability to catch him." Aizen answered.
"And how can I find him? How does he look like? What is his name?" Voldemort asked.
"Oh, he is not that difficult to find. I think he went on vacation here in England with his family. He has bright orange hair and his name is Ichigo Kurosaki. I hope that would be enough information." Aizen said.
"Yes, that would be enough." Voldemort replied simply.
"Good." Aizen said, before he left the same way he had come.
Voldemort immediately called his Death Eaters together to inform them to search for this boy, Aizen was looking for.
August 7th, 15:43 PM. City of London.
Ichigo was exploring the city that was London, while his family went shopping for souvenirs. A bored expression was plastered on his face. He didn't admitted it outright, but he missed the old days. He missed being a Shinigami. He even missed to see ghosts. But right now he was just an ordinary seventeen year old wandering around the unfamiliar streets.
It couldn't be helped though. Sacrificing his own powers to defeat Aizen had seemed to be the only way to stop him. He didn't regret his choice, but that didn't mean he still missed all of the excitement that came with the battles he had had or the friends he had made in the Soul Society. He knew he would probably see them again one day.
Screaming of people was suddenly heard and it brought him out of memory lane. As he looked in the direction the screaming had come from he noticed why the people had screamed. It hadn't been because of some unseen monster crushing buildings. No, it was because of the group of people who had suddenly appeared as if out of nowhere.
The group of people wore black robes and covering their faces were skull-like masks. The masks were unlike that of Hollows and he assumed they were there for mere decoration and to hide their faces so other people couldn't recognize them.
As soon as one of them took notice of him said person let go a sound of delight. The sound of the voice sounded female, so he assumed the person to be a woman.
"Ichigo Kurosaki? You're Ichigo Kurosaki, right? My master really wants to meet you." She said.
Her voice sounded malicious, almost as if she was mad. Her voice alone made him shiver. Whatever her 'master' wanted to meet him for it couldn't be anything good.
"Why?" he asked.
The woman giggled, but didn't answer. Instead she pointed a stick at him. At first he was confused at her action, but then his eyes widened as a red beam shot out from out the point of said stick. Out of reflex he dodged the beam.
Fear started to settle in his stomach. He hadn't felt such helplessness ever since that moment right before he learned about the Final Getsuga. And even then he had still some form of defense. Right now he was complete and utterly defenseless against the beams, he suspect were some sort of Kidou or at least similar.
Still, if it was a fight she wanted, it was a fight she would get. He might have lost his Shinigami powers he still got the experience from his fights. Stepping in a defensive stance he prepared himself for her next attack. Another beam was fired at him. He took this momentum to attack the woman himself with his fists.
The woman seemed surprised as he dodged again and charged her. Just before his fist hit though her mouth twisted into a maniacal smile and she suddenly turned to black smoke and disappeared with a crack. He stumbled for a moment as his fist touched nothing but empty air. Regaining his balance quickly he looked all around him, trying to pinpoint her location.
He was suddenly thrown to the ground as obviously a spell had hit its target. He yelped in pain as the spell had cut the flesh on his back. He quickly pushed himself up again and looked around frankly again. He was surrounded by now. The other people, that had arrived the same matter as the woman, had decided to join the fight.
Ichigo growled slightly, cursing inside his head on how the hell he could get himself out of this situation.
"What? Need the help of your buddies to defeat me?" Ichigo taunted the woman.
"Oh, but we're not in a fight. Our master wants you alive, so if it takes all of us to get you to him then so be it." The woman said.
"Tsk." Ichigo said, before he decided to take the risk to attack the woman again.
"Crucio!" the woman yelled and a red light scourged through the air in his direction.
He was stopped in his attack as he had to dodge again. Not only her spell, but several others, fired by the other people. Three of the spell came through though. The moment they hit him he screamed it out from the pain as it was like his very bones were on fire and his head was splitting in two. He fell to the ground, spasms shook his body as he took notice that those spells were affecting his nerve system.
As the spells were lifted, after a few minutes, it took him a while to get his bearings. Struggling back to his feet he glared his opponents down.
"Still able to stand? Know your place, boy, you don't stand a chance against us." The woman sneered.
Ichigo smirked.
"I have fought against bigger odds and still won. Don't think you are any different." Ichigo said.
The woman didn't return a snide remark, instead she was considering options. Suddenly she decided to get back in action. With a yell she ordered all of her allies.
"Stun him! Stupefy!"
Ichigo widened his eyes again and started to dodge left and right. He wasn't fast enough with his mortal body and there were too many of the enemy. Again three of the spells hit its target. This time though it didn't hurt when they hit him, instead he passed out.
August 7th, 16:01 PM. Malfoy Manor.
Aizen had been right about the boy being vurnable. It didn't took more than an hour before Bellatrix and her group returned with the boy in tow. The boy was unconscious, probably be hit by a stunner.
"Take him to the dungeons." Voldemort ordered.
"Yes, my lord." Answered Bellatrix.
As soon as they entered the dungeon Voldemort pointed his wand at the ceiling and produced a chain from there. The other end of the chain wriggled itself around Ichigo's wrists and then pulled him up so he was hanging in the air, his feet barely touching the floor beneath him.
Voldemort then turned to Snape, who had been staring at the boy ever since he had been brought in. Voldemort noticed a slight discomfort, but didn't make much of it.
"Severus, I want you to make sure his mind is completely blank. Keep him locked in. His conscious may not surface otherwise it may affect the outcome." Voldemort ordered.
"Yes, my lord." Immediately as Snape said this the discomfort disappeared.
Snape took out his wand and pointed it at the boy. At the nod of Snape Voldemort started the process. Although this was a different method as how he split his own soul. He had found this spell/ritual when he was searching for a way to gain immortality. The reason he hadn't used it was that others had to perform the ritual and he just didn't want everyone to know what he had in mind.
As the process proceeded the boy started to glow. A glowing figure rose from the boy's body, presumably the boy's soul. Now that the soul was out he needed to copy the body first. Slivers of threads started to appear. They were flowing around the body.
Voldemort then slowly guided those threads towards the vacant spot on the floor by the boy's feet. There the threads slowly massed together, forming a body. With a twist of his wand Voldemort let some rags for clothes appear on the body. He then proceeded to the second part of the ritual, the splitting of the soul.
Blue firery energy started to appear around the soul as he started. More and more started to flare away to the side. There it slowly started to form a second specter. The process was slow, slower than he had expected it to be. It was quite draining too. If it didn't end soon he wasn't sure if he would have enough energy left to complete the process.
The end came sooner than he had expected, but not in a way he had hoped for. The first thing he noticed something was wrong was that Snape suddenly seemed to have trouble. He seemed to be losing control over his ligilimency. If that control was broken the boy might regain consciousness and that was just the thing he was trying to avoid.
August 7th, 16:10 PM. Ichigo's mindscape.
He didn't expected the sudden return to consciousness. When Ichigo had used the Final Getsuga he had been put in a very deep sleep, unable to wake up from until Ichigo had recovered from the spiritual drain.
Yet that could take years. This was too soon. Only a year had passed. Something wasn't right. As he looked around he could see what. Black chains were crisscrossing all around the skyscrapers. The sky was ominously filled with dark black clouds, yet the rain wasn't falling yet.
Zangetsu jumped from the spot where he had woken, looking for his wielder. Not much later he had found Ichigo trapped in a web of black chains. By the look of it he was unconscious, even in his own mindscape.
This wasn't good, not good at all. It even became worse when he took notice of the black hole right above Ichigo which seemingly seemed to pull in parts of Ichigo himself.
"What is going on here?" Zangetsu asked himself out loud.
"That is what I want to know too. Who are you?" came a voice from behind.
Zangetsu slowly turned around to see who had spoken. The man standing there seemed to be the one who had produced all the black chains. The man had greasy black hair. Zangetsu glared daggers at the intruding man.
"What are you doing here? You don't belong here." Zangetsu sneered dangerously.
"You don't belong here either." Answered the man, who didn't seemed even a bit intimidated by him. Zangetsu summoned his sword and flash stepped to the man. Holding the blade against the man's neck he started to speak.
"You're wrong. Release Ichigo at once."
"I can't. The process may go wrong." The man replied with a bit of fear in his voice.
"What are you doing to him?" Zangetsu yelled angrily.
"I was only told to keep the boy unconscious. I swear I never meant him any harm." The man was now shaking with fear.
"For what? What is going on out there?" Zangetsu yelled, tears of anger started to form in his eyes.
The man didn't answer, probably fearing what might happen to him.
"Answer me! What are they doing to Ichigo?" Zangetsu yelled.
In a barely audible whisper the man answered.
"Splitting his soul."
Zangetsu's eyes widened immediately. He jumped back several meters, shocked at what the man had said. The man seemed relieved that the sword was gone from his throat. This seemed to anger Zangetsu even more. With an outrageous scream of anger Zangetsu released a Getsuga Tenshou in the man's direction.
The man's eyes widened with shock as the attack neared him. He had no time to dodge and he was shredded apart the moment it reached him. The moment the man disappeared the black chains dissolved, releasing Ichigo at once.
The moment Ichigo was released he seemed to wake up as he shimmered away from his inner world. Right after thunderbolts crashed down and a downpour started to flood the city. Zangetsu let the tears go as he felt the pain his wielder was in.
August 7th, 16:12 PM. Malfoy Manor.
Severus Snape flew back as if pushed by an unseen force. He slid back several meters until he came to a stop. He laid there unmoving on the floor. His eyes were unseeing. The scream of the boy brought him back to the matter at hand.
Just as he had feared the boy had woken up and was screaming his lungs out because of the pain that was caused by the splitting of his soul. At once the process seemed to fasten up and the two parts of the soul seemed to be pushed apart as if an explosion took place between the two.
Voldemort himself was thrown of his feet by the force of it. As he stood up and looked around he noticed both parts of the soul seemed to have been thrown against the wall at either side of the dungeon.
They both were unconscious and both wore the same odd black clothing. Not to mention they both had swords laying next to them. He didn't make much of them as he pointed his wand at the original soul, the one of Ichigo Kurosaki and guided it back into the body. He then repeated the process with the copy. To his surprise the swords had disappeared.
Then he turned to his Death Eaters who were still in the room. Some of them had fled he noticed.
"Get the clone to another room. I want him as far away from the original as possible." Voldemort ordered.
"Yes, my lord." Bellatrix answered him and grabbed the boy by the rags he was wearing.
"What about Severus, my lord?" came the question from Lucius Malfoy.
He had been staring at the man ever since he was knocked down.
"Dispose of him, he won't come to. He's as good as dead." Voldemort answered simply.
Lucius just simply nodded and did what him was asked.
AN: I hope you all liked it. Please review ^-^