A/N: Alright, ladies and gentlemen! Here's the prologue of the HPxBleach crossover that everyone voted on! It's a little on the short side, but chapters will be much longer. Hope you guys like it, since I've been plotting the storyline for over a month.
I would like to thank everyone who voted! Also, many thanks to the lovely Lady Salazar, who let me bounce ideas off of her this past month, and my wonderful beta Arashinobara Jikkankakyoku!
WarningThis has female!Harry, so if you don't like that, then you know what the back button is for.
Disclaimer: I own neither Bleach, which is © Kubo Tite, nor Harry Potter, © JK Rowling.
Prologue
Captain of the Fourth Division, Unohana Retsu, swept demurely down the hall of her branch compound. Walking a few paces behind her were division members Vice Captain Kotetsu Isane and fourth seat Yamada Hanatarou; the latter was currently rattling off health stats of the patient they were going to see.
Stopping in front of an unmarked door, she gently slid the screen open to look upon the figure that lay in the bed. It was a young woman with fair skin and long dark hair, who looked to be in her late teens. If one were to look upon her presently, they would think her asleep- at least had it not been for the unhealthy pallor of her skin and the worn look of her face.
During the seven short years which she had lived, the young woman had been called Iris Lily Potter, but she died from falling out of a tree trying to escape from her older cousin Dudley. Upon arrival at Soul Society, she was taken in by an elderly woman in the thirty-third district of the Rukongai and given the name Inazuma Amaya. Life, or rather death, for the two of them had been rather difficult, especially trying to find food for the young Amaya; even from the beginning she had had reiatsu, which meant a constant need for sustenance. A handful of years later, though, it began to get even more difficult to find enough to feed her on the meager food they could find in the Rukongai. With the blessing of her surrogate grandmother, Amaya conceded to her aching belly and enrolled into the Shinigami Academy.
She ghosted her way through the Academy, never truly excelling in any of the specialized areas except for kidou, though her healing ability proved to be greater. And so it came to be that upon her graduation , she became a rookie member of the Gotei 13 in the 4th division, the Healers. Amongst the other shinigami, she had never tried to put herself forward though she was a talented healer, and the Captain of the 4th division felt that this was an attitude left over from when she was alive.
Sighing, Unohana looked down upon the unconscious girl and couldn't help but feel puzzled by her current condition. For all intents and purposes the girl was sleeping, but it was the obvious strain that her body and mind were undergoing that confounded the master healer. She frowned, looking at the zanpakutou that laid next to Amaya. Ever since the incident a few days ago, that had led the young shinigami to be in this predicament, the sword had been giving off a strange energy. Normally, a zanpakutou gave off the same energy signal as the wielder, due to the fact that the zanpakutou was an extension of a person's soul. This zanpakutou, however, did not, and that only added to the conundrum.
Deciding that there was nothing she could currently do with no obvious change in the patient, Unohana turned and signaled to the other two that it was time to leave. Turning back to the bed, Hanatarou gave the figure lying there a sad, hopeful half-smile and whispered, "Get better soon, Amaya-chan."
The door slid shut quietly behind them.