Disclaimer: fanfiction equals losers with no money and too much time on their hands. If I owned HP or Bleach I wouldn't have time and I would have much more money. Nuff said.

A/N: The original story idea for this came from someone called Aikiguy on this site.

And before anyone asks—I have no idea when I'm going to update Arches and Gates or re-write Child of Ra. My muse for A&G apparently went on a year long vacation. I intend to re-watch FMA in order to try and lure her back. In the mean time, here's my newest plot bunny:

Deathly Hollows

Chapter. 1

The one with the Power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…

Its Halloween night of 1981… the stroke of midnight has just struck its last toll… In other parts of Britain people still walk the streets wishing each other a happy All Hallow's Eve… But in the small wizarding establishment of Godric's Hollow things are quiet…

Born to those who've defied him thrice, born as the 7th month dies…

In one house there is a family of three—a husband and wife and their son who just turned 1 year old that last July 31st. The young parents smile softly as the look upon their small bundle of joy. They had been through a lot, and had eventually been forced into hiding, but at least they were together… they were safe…

And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal...

A crash came from the front of the house. The father ran from his family's side to the hall that led to the front door. As he saw the one who stood silhouetted in the doorway, a cold fear overtook him… not fear for himself, but for the ones he loved in the next room.

"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

A green light filled the room followed by the thud of a falling body as the man, James Potter, fell in death's embrace.

The mother ran upstairs and barricaded herself and her son in the baby's room. She knew it was no use, just as running was no use now. Tears poured down her face… James, her beloved husband, was…

She only had two hopes now. To beg and plead with the monster coming this way, or in the likely event that it failed… the Ancient Magic which she had set up to take place in advance. Hopefully, it would be enough…

There was another crash as the door to the room was forced open and the man of her nightmares entered, wand raised in their direction.

She spread out her arms in front of the crib where her son lay. "Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"

"Stand aside, you silly girl… stand aside, now!"

"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead—"

"This is my last warning—"

"Not Harry! Please… have mercy…have mercy… Not Harry! Not Harry! Please — I'll do anything—"

"Stand aside. Stand aside, girl!"

Green light flashed as his patience grew too thin, and Lily Potter fell to join her husband in death.

Now, his wand turned to his true target—the small babe lying quietly in its crib. It was only now as he drew near that it began to cry.

"Avada Kedavra!"

But he shall have power the Dark Lord knows not…

The green light hit the child… then something extraordinary happened.

As the light hit, the soul of the child was pushed out if its small body and a chain attached to the child's chest shattered. But then the light coalesced at the child's forehead before shooting back at its caster, dragging with it another chain. As it hit, pain and terror flooded the attacker. The walls around them creaked under the pressure of the events taking place, and eventually crumbled on one side, causing the ceiling to fall to a slant. He was pushed from his own body and watched as the chain embedded itself in his soul, connecting him and the boy. Several other chains led off into no where as well… what the hell was going on?!

"Sickening."

Where before there had been no one, there now stood a tall man with long black hair wearing what appeared to be black traditional Japanese garb and a white over coat.

"To create so many Anchors to enable you to cling feebly to life… is despicable. I shall have to rectify the situation…Tom Riddle."

The soul of Tom Riddle—or as he preferred, Lord Voldemort—was no idiot. He knew of the beings known as Death Gods, or Soul Reapers… he had just never believed they existed before now. And he was in no shape to do battle with one.

Swiftly he sunk through the floor and deep into the earth… it was better to live to fight another day.

The black haired man tried to follow the tainted reiatsu of the corrupted soul. But the pulse of the soul was weak as it was, and he was too dense of a spirit form to follow it below the earth where it had fled. Soon the feeling of its reiatsu was completely eclipsed by that of those who lived in the area.

He sighed. He had failed in his mission to force the entity Tom Riddle to pass on… he would have to be sure to send out a memo to the other shinigami of the Gotei 13 to be on the look out.

Crying could be heard from behind him, so he turned to inspect the other soul involved in the ordeal.

The soul of a small child lie on the ground. As he neared it, he could see that the chain of fate that had been attached to his chest had been shattered. Technically, the child was dead.

But from its forehead there was another chain of fate… but it was nothing like any chain of fate the Death God had ever seen, for it pulsed a corrosive green and radiated an aura of malevolence. The chain led from the child's head and fell down through the floor where the tainted one had fled.

Accidentally or on purpose, Tom Riddle had created yet another Anchor to his soul. With this anchor in place, it was completely plausible that the child could be reinstated into its body and live a long, healthy life. He certainly had the reiatsu to support it.

But he doubted it.

It was obvious Riddle had intended to kill the child, not create a link to him. So eventually the monster would come back to finish the job. And if not, a shinigami would for as long as the Anchor existed, Tom Riddle would continue to live on. And besides— the longer that chain remained in place, the greater the chance the boy's soul would become tainted by it.

But if he did force the child into the afterlife, what would become of it? The likely hood that the child would appear in the same area as its parents were slim to none. It would enter Soul Society completely alone… Hisana would've had a fit.

The small boy's reiatsu was strong… certainly high enough for powerful shinigami potential later on. There was a possibility that one of the noble clans might be willing to take the boy under wing in order to bring that strength into its line.

The Death God pulled his sword as he made up his mind. His blade fell and cut through the chain easily. The pieces of the chain glowed faintly for a moment before it evaporated into nothing.

He picked up the child, noticing for the first time the lightening bolt scar that stood out against the skin on its forehead. It opened its eyes slowly to reveal round orbs of a brilliant emerald green. As it blinked up at him, it seemed to waver indecisively on what he thought of the new stranger. But after a couple seconds it smiled and giggled, reaching up to grab a strand of black hair that fell over the Death God's shoulder.

In spite of everything, Captain Kuchiki Byakuya found himself giving the tike a small grin.

Decision made, Byakuya opened the door to Soul Society… now holding the newest member of the Kuchiki clan, Kuchiki Raiden…elders be damned.

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Later that night…

Slowly, one Albus Dumbledore picked through the rubble of the once cozy cottage. Behind him he could hear Minerva crying desperately into Hagrid's shoulder. Despite her hard exterior she really was a caring person at heart. And she had cared very much for these two former pupils…

But perhaps the greatest loss of the night was found in the nearly destroyed baby room, where the body of one Harry Potter was found.

Dumbledore kneeled beside the small body, careful of how he stepped on the unstable floor. No where in his plans had this been the outcome…

True, Voldemort's body also lay off to the side, but Dumbledore knew well enough that the man wasn't truly dead. So it was only a matter of time…

But poor Harry… he had no horcrux to bring him back.

Dumbledore was just beginning to make his way back down to relay his findings to the others when he felt a whisp of something he had not felt in a long time…

He looked back around before closing his eyes to concentrate…

Slowly, a small smile came to his lips and he opened his eyes, the sparkle returning, if but just a little.

There was no mistaking that lingering aura… or rather, reiatsu as they called it.

Dumbledore smiled, looking back down at the still form of the child before him. He cast a preservation spell over the babe's body, considering the preparations he had to perform.

Hope wasn't completely gone.

A/N2--FYI: I will be posting two Bleach/HP stories. The two of them are based around a similar idea, but are very different situations, thus very different stories. Give the other one a try as well if you like.