"This is English"
"This is Japanese or any other language , and or a spell"
(and this is a thought.)
Preface:
(on the train to Hogwarts.)
Harry, Ron, and Hermione had all chosen to sit in one of the trains empty compartment, or at least almost empty. Sitting opposite them was a man, wearing an out fit that Harry's uncle, Vernon Dursley, would have placed as " difficult to pull off." Which meant, to Harry's uncle, that the suite could be worn by some one of 'above average looks' and would never fail in making them look like dirt. But, in Harry's opinion, this man had pulled it off better than any one else could have. The man had an elegant main of dark black hair that reached the lower region of his upper back, the man had a pale Asian complexion, his cheeks, Harry noted, were sunken, making him have that look that all men bore jealousy for, giving him the look of someone astonishingly hansom. The man was wearing a pure white open long sleeved trench coat that had an unusual collar extending slightly above his jaw bone, an azure blue tie, with a sea foam green leisure lounge shirt , and his pants were the exact same color as his trench coat. To Harry this man belonged to a fission molding company.
"Who the ruddy hell is that!" asked Ron eyeing the man with a green eyed glare. Hermione spared Ron a glance, seeing his expression, rolled her eyes and answered indifferently,
"Professor, B. Kuchiki." Ron returned a glance of shock to the indifferent tone of Hermione's voice.
"Do you know everything?" He asked in surprise,
"Its on his suite case Ronald." Hermione retorted pointing at the name tag on the suite case. Harry looked and, as Hermione stated, in bright gold letters were the words "Professor B. Kuchiki."
"Do you know what he'll be teaching?" Asked Harry looking at Hermione for the answer, but, to his surprise she hesitated.
"I really don't know. For all we no it could be anything, even a new subject."
"Why don't we ask him then?" Said Ron.
"Because, Ronald, that would be rude!" snapped Hermione.
The golden trio, was stuck on this mind numbing question of which post would this strikingly hansom man fill.
The rest of the trip went smoothly without any interruptions or questions, with the exception of Neville Longbottom, one of the golden trio's fellow Gryffindor, who had come into their compartment, twice, expressing his need to find his lost toad, Trevor, and Ginny weasily who had come in twice as well asking Ron if he had seen two objects that Harry hadn't the slightest clue of what they actually were. On Ginny's second visit Neville had come in for the third time to ask about his toad, but before he could open his mouth to speak, the train came to an ear splitting stop. The wheels screeching against the iron tracks. Silence fell as the train came to a complete lurching stop. The lights flickered once before going out. Ginny stuck her head out and then back in saying,
"It looks like the whole train is out.."
"There's something out there!" Squeaked Ron, in a high pitched squeal. The train lurched, not forward but sideways.
"I think someone just boarded us," said Neville who had landed head first into the side window of the compartment. For a second Harry thought that Neville might be breathing heavily for his breath to fog up that much glass, but this thought was removed almost the second that it had came, for the area around Neville's face now bore frost that spread to the rest of the window.
There was an unnatural quiet. Then, the room got cold, cold as ice. Harry felt a sinking feeling in his chest. The door knob turned clicking and the door slid back ominously slow. A scabbed rotting hand curled its fingers around the door frame, and a hooded figure entered the room happiness seemed to vanish. It was making a sort of inhaling sound. In the back of his mind Harry could here screams first a man, and then a woman over and over again. He watched the hansom black haired man stand up brandishing something in his hand. He mumbled something and silver things swirled causing the demonter to be forced from the room and flee. Blackness fell.
"Harry, Harry, Harry! Wake up!" Harry's eyes fluttered open and he saw ginger bushy hair over his face.
"What's wrong what happened!?" Said harry the events that happened earlier coming back to him now.
"Nothing's wrong," Hermione Reassured him, "Professor Kuchiki sent them away."
Harry glanced across the room to see the hansom stranger from before staring at him with calm grey eyes. They reminded harry of Rain clouds.
"What were those things though!?" said Neville who had turned so white he was a rival to a ghost.
"Dementors," The voice was low, calm, and no more than a whisper but still had a vibrant air of power and Harry Ron Hermione and Neville all fell silent, "They are a vile and cruel creature, so uncaring they will not care to tell the difference between innocent and criminal. As long as they are able to feed, they shall."
"Aren't Dementors suppose to guard the prison Azkaban?" Asked Ron timidly,
"Yes, but I have a theory that they came on the train in search for Sirius Black."
"That's preposterous!" Protested Hermione, Harry Jumped at this new shout, " Dementors are prison guards, cant the ministry control them at all!"
"I think that it is because of the ministry that they came. The uproar at Azkaban was difficult to handle, so they are sending some out to find him in order to stop the uproar." The soothing voice stopped and then changed the subject, "You need to eat, here have some chocolate."
Harry found a pail hand offering a large portion of chocolate to him. When harry didn't take it he put it into Harry's hand, and strode out of the compartment saying, "I think I'll go have a word with the conductor," once he had gone out of the doorframe he stuck his head back in and gave harry a reassuring nod before saying,
"Eat you'll feel better."
(I hope that you enjoy it !! Just thought I'd add a sort of twist, there are more from bleach than Byakuya..One will be dumbledores Old friend...TEEHEE Please review! Thaddeus Winslow Cooper)