So here's another Bleach/Harry Potter story by me! I hope everyone likes it.
Disclaimer: the only one for this story. I don't own Bleach or Harry Potter.
Warnings: Cross Dressing! Harry. Non-graffic Yaoi and Yuri. Mainly Fluff... um... yeah I think that's it.
Pairings:
Bleach: Chad x Rukia, Renji x Anyu (O.C.), Orihime x Ulquiorra, Ichimaru (Hollow Ichigo) {I call Gin Ichimaru, Gin} x Keta (O.C.) x Ichigo, Toushiro x Rangiku, Souske x Hannavera (O.C.), Gin x Anathema (O.C.)... other minor ones.
Harry Potter: Harry x Voldemort, Ginny x Theodore Nott, Draco x Blaise, George x Fred, Luna x Neville, Remus x Sirius, an open relationship of Lucius x Severus & Narcissa x Lucius.
Black Ribbons
Prologue: Prologue to My Darker Half- (Rugrats Theory – Vocaloid (AN: I changed a few of the lyrics to make it fit better)
I think the world is so wonderful (The world is wonderful)
A little boy looks down at his sheet of paper, admiring his writing. "Should I continue?" he asks aloud, even though he knows that they can hear his thoughts. He nods when they tell him yes, that it's better to put down his feelings. So he does… for years and years…
And we only have one chance to be here,
So tell me why you're hurting yourself?
He pulls his hand back from the stove, cringing, not from the pain, but from the scolding he's receiving from his only friends.
I guess I just do not understand (What's the meaning of life?)
He looks up from a book, holding his place with his frail four year old hand. The doll in his lap stands up, but really it's just one of his friends moving her. She, both the doll and his friend, caress his face in an attempt to get him to stop thinking of mortality. She doesn't want him to die.
Everything I've been told I believe,
And yet people that I love just leave
He looks up at his Aunt, eyes wide as she screams at him with those hurtful words. If it wasn't for his special friends, he wouldn't even know his own name. She screams about the car crash that killed his parents, and his other friend, not the female one, the male one shirks back into Harry's loving embrace.
Is something bothering you a lot? (Bothering you a lot?)
He looks up at the mirror at his scar. He loves it and the friend that came with it. But he doesn't know how he got it. And that worries him.
I think I'm old enough to understand,
So there's no reason to hide from me
He's five years old when he first finds the little niche in the backyard. When he's there, he doesn't even want to leave, not for anything.
They don't like it when he's there. They even repeatedly try to draw him out, but to no avail. He's hiding.
I know you said that you're not lying… (And well maybe that's true…)
So I'll push away any doubt I have...
Because I know you will tell the truth
Right, Cynthia?
He frowns at his Uncle, but doesn't speak. If he does, he'll be hurt again. But he's fine with that.
His friends tell him that one day they'll make him pay. He can't wait. And in his hidden excitement, he clutches his doll closer.
Welcome to my perfect world,
According to Me!
It's my turn to run the show!
Next to Cynthia~!
He runs around the backyard, a happy expression on his face. Cynthia's clutched in his arms as he races around.
He and his friends are all alone in his little world, since the evil Dursleys are gone for the day.
With Tom the Horcrux and Keta,
I'll never feel alone…
So we can play games all day long,
While the Earth is spinning…
Round and round and round and round and round and round,
While the Earth is spinning
He holds out his hands for the little boy and girl to take them as they play, spinning in circles, around and around.
Tom, bound to him by the scar, plays so happily beside the boy as if nothing else in the world could matter.
Keta, bound by the blood they share, levitates Cynthia in the air so she can spin and play with them.
Welcome to my wonderland,
With new adventures everywhere
As long everything's the same,
I will be okay
She smiles darkly and snickers lightly as she cradles her friend in the darkness of the cupboard. Tom isn't outside right now, as it takes too much out of him to always be there. But he's still there in spirit, both figuratively and literally. "Never leave," he whispers, wincing as he speaks because of the cut on his lower lip.
"We won't."
With my Aunt, Uncle and Dudley
The World will be alright
They just have to listen to me,
And do what I tell them…
"Let me go!" Harry screams at the other boy, struggling and straining. He cries because Tom and Keta can't help him. "Please let me go!"
Why, why, why, why, why, why?
Why won't they listen?
Why, why, why, why, why, why?
Why won't they listen?
The bruises on his face are taken into account by the teachers of his school, but they don't say anything, even as he seems to come back week after week with new ones. No one listens.
No one, except Tom and Keta.
Everyone's whispering about me (What are they talking about?)
"We have to do something about him, Pet!"
"What can we do, Vernon?"
"I don't know! But he's too freakish for us to keep any longer! He talks to himself!"
Harry peeks around the corner to look at his family, scared.
Do you think I did something wrong again?
Well I promise you, it wasn't me
Harry slams into the ground, face and arm burning. The grease from the pan sizzles on his skin, bringing tears to his eyes. "You stupid creature! Go to your cupboard!" his Uncle screams, knowing that his whale of a son was the one to trip his nephew.
Why does everyone think I'm blind? (I can see perfectly fine)
The truth is, I've ignore the bad things
I guess it's too late to do that now…
Harry looks down at his smashed glasses with a whimper, curling up into a ball on the little cot. Tom and Keta sit on the ground in front of him with sorrowful eyes. He finally sees that everything is wrong. Everything…
Where did you go when I needed you? (I needed you)
He looks up at his friends as they cradle him in the dark of the night. He cries and cries in Keta's arms, wishing someone would come to save them. Someone…
I'm left alone and I need to start it over now.
Did you hear me scream? I can't hold it in, not anymore
He cries out in the middle of the night, pleading to be let free. His Uncle snarls at his cupboard door and screams for him to shut up before he shuts him up himself.
But the recurring nightmares are too much for him to bare alone. The rampant fear of the green light and the twinge of unease towards Tom that accompanies it are too much. He fears that he'll break apart soon.
Who am I again?
A prince? Or psychopath?
He looks up from his pretty picture with a gentle smile. He thinks it's so beautiful, so beautiful.
Keta and Tom are watching him as he strings up his relatives. Their throats are torn open and a lead pipe connects all of them together: straight through their hands. Blood covers him and his friends as if they helped him achieve revenge.
Perhaps in the real world they will.
Welcome to my Paradise,
That's slowly crumbling away
As he grows older, everything gets worse. Vernon and Dudley grow more violent with each passing week, and Petunia becomes more wary of the boy that seem to grow more dependent on his 'imaginary' friends. But are they really so imaginary?
Now I've chosen to open my eyes,
Will you go away?
Sometimes, when Keta leaves for a little while and Tom's too tired to play and stay with him, he begins to see the world in the way he should of. In one of these times, he finally sees just how abnormal he is and tries to erase his best friends.
It's getting hard for me to breathe,
My tears choke me to death.
But when they're gone, everything gets worse. He cannot take the beatings, and he cries so much, finding no comfort in the world.
Maybe I should have never been
Brought to this Earth at all
Dying, dying, dying, dying, dying, dying,
Never brought here at all
On one of these times, his uncle's pissed off about losing part of his paycheck and takes it out on him.
As he lays on the ground bleeding to death, something inside off him wakes up. He lashes out with magic, magic he never knew was there. And he heals. If you hadn't seen what his uncle had done to him, you'd never know he was hurt.
If only that had made it easier.
Welcome to my broken heart,
According to a little boy
On his tenth birthday, he's kept safe by his friends who laugh and play with him all day. Keta even makes Cynthia move around and around. She dances and hugs him. He laughs, making Tom laugh too.
Will this nightmare ever end?
Will I be set free?
Keta smiles, knowing that her gole has been met. She just wants to see him happy. And he is, until Vernon walks in.
He doesn't see Harry's friends, only the doll that moves. He grabs Cynthia, intent on destroying the satanic doll.
The pain is eating me alive,
It's so hard to admit
But there's no point in talking at all,
If no-one hears me
"No! Leave Cynthia alone!"
"Shut up!" Harry cries, reaching out as Vernon rips her apart.
Screaming, crying, hurting, dying, suffering, wishing,
I could just rewind it
He falls to the ground, screaming. "How dare you?"
Vernon scoffs, throwing it down. "Just shut up freak."
Backwards, backwards, backwards, backwards, backwards, backwards,
Now that it's rewinded
Laughing, laughing, laughing, laughing, laughing, laughing
Now, my world is perfect.
With those words, Harry's magic lashes out again, throwing his uncle back. He laughs when he sees the horror on his face as the doll mends itself, standing up and turning around as it does so. "Cynthia," he whispers, hugging her closely.
Now, my world is perfect (x5)
Harry looks up at Hagrid, then down at his letter. Keta and Tom are joyous, if they were visible you'd see them jumping around. And Harry laughs, throwing his hands up in the air and spinning around.
'God the rest of summer vacation is going to be wonderful!'