A/N: My long lost muse was found again. I don't know how long it will be here but I will write as much as I can. My other stories are on hold until I can get back to them. So enjoy this in the mean time.

Chapter One: Fate's a bitch

James Potter sighed in exasperation as he listened to his fellow squad leaders' squabble over nothing. He hated the weekly meetings as they seemed to be pointless and focused on the division's extracurricular activity as head of a ridiculous magazine or that was what James thought.

He let his mind wonder as he drowned out his fellow squad members. He couldn't help but think of his son. His heart felt a pang of pain as he remembered waking up in Soul Society along with Lily over fifteen years ago without Harry. He search all around the immediate Rukongai district he had awaken but couldn't find his year old son.

Shaking his wife awake, he had found that she didn't recognize him or her own name. He spend over three days trying to convince her that she was married to him and had a year old son, but didn't believe him. He woke up on the fourth day only to find his wife left him. He found her a month later only to have his heart broken as she denied her previous existence.

James wondered Rukongai districts meeting a few wizards that he had known when they died. It was when he met his grandfather that he gathered answers to his questions.

:Flashback:

"James?!" He looked up to see a man in his mid-fifties come over to him before engulfing him in a hug.

The twenty-two year old pulled back to see it was his grandfather, Alexander James Potter. "Granddad," he whispered in shock. The man pulled him into another hug in response.

When his grandfather finally released him, his grandfather guided him to a chair at a healer's clinic. He was handed a glass of tea by his mother. He tried to get up but his mother shook her head before joining them at the table. His eyes were watery with tears as he last seen his mother when he buried her six years ago.

"James, I know you're confused so bear with us." His mother, Dorea, said.

His grandfather took over. "James, as you know you're dead." James nodded shuttering. The elders gave knowing looks. "As you may or may not know, you are in Soul Society, or closes to Heaven as you're going to get. The magical community has always been a bit different, even for death as most of Soul Society doesn't know about it even in the Gotei 13." He stopped when he saw James's confused look.

"They are like Aurors, Unspeakables, Hit-Wizards, and Healers combined." Dorea explained.

James nodded which cued his grandfather to continue. "Only the eldest of Soul Society souls have even heard of us which are a small number as they had been sworn to secrecy by the King of this realm. Magical beings and creatures by default are immediately reincarnated unless they die from the darkest Black magic. The Killing Curse by nature isn't enough to force us onto this realm, however, in conjunction with Black rituals or enhancements, it will force us onto this realm even then there are factors that need to be taken in account if they even remember their origins. The person who died cannot be a pure being, used a light ritual to self sacrifice, or died from magical depletion of their core as this will wipe their memories away." He paused as he let his grandson absorb the information he was given.

James took a minute to realize what his grandfather told him. He knew that Lily will never again remember him as he knew that his wife was developing a way to protect Harry from Voldemort. It also meant that his wife succeeded and his son was still in the realm of the living. The thought of his son surviving Voldemort warmed his heart as he knew Sirius will take good care of him.

Sipping his now lukewarm tea, his mother took his hand as she could always read him like a book, an mastery Healer's book but a book nevertheless. When he finally had calmed his thoughts, he looked over to his mother and grandfather.

"Is that what happened to grandmum and dad?" Both nodded solemnly.

"Listen James, you have several choices to make, but you have until the end of time to ponder what you want to do with you soul life." His mother started. "Alexander took over this healing clinic from his great-grandfather. You can stay and learn advance potions and healing magic with us. Another possibility is that you can join Seireitei and become a Shinigami. Finally you can wander Rukongai to find your purpose. Which ever decision you decided upon, you will come visit us when you have some free time." His mother glared at the end. James nodded immediately.

"Come James. Let's get you into something more comfortable and your room," Alexander said.

James was led into the clinic where he saw more familiar faces of people he had seen in paints back at Potter Manor. Some looked to be Potters while others looked like close friends or spouses of a Potter. Finally he met a dead end where their family crest displayed in glory, his grandfather put both hands on either side of the crest and spoke firmly.

"Through experience, may we gain wisdom." James watched as the crest glowed brightly before revealing a winding staircase.

The two potters walked up the staircase before getting to the third floor. James followed behind his grandfather to see rooms with named plaques on them. They finally stopped at a blank door. Alexander gestured for him to open it for when he did, it revealed a bedroom that looked exactly like one of the guest rooms at Potter Manor.

"Decorate as you see fit. There are some robes, muggle clothes, and Japanese robes in the closet. Bathroom is through the door on your right. Come on down when you are ready. Rest if you like. You have eternity on your side." Alexander said before closing the door behind him.

James sat down on his bed as things began to sink in. He was dead, his wife didn't know who he was nor wanted to see him again, and he had eternal life or close to it.

:End Flashback:

It took James over a month before he became stir crazy trying to stay at the clinic. The company wasn't bad nor were things boring, but every day was the same. He had learned that regular magic that he was used to was impossible; he had learned that Kido was just as good but not that versatile. Finally coming to his decision he applied to become a Shinigami.

His mother was disappointed but understood. He soon found out that all of his family's clan had large enough reiryoku to go to the academy but most choose not to. His ancestor Marcus Potter known under the alias Hanataro Yamada is the highest ranking Shinigami still in Seireitei. Lisa Potter or Lisa Yadomaru was the eldest of them all being over a seven hundred years old but was reported dead over a hundred years ago.

With the help of several clan members, James was prepared for Seireitei Shinigami Academy. Doing well for himself in the academy, he was moved up into the accelerated courses before graduating a year before his classmates and landed in the ninth division. For the past nine years James manage to work his way up the ranks before currently being in the fourth seat.

James kept his the existence of magical beings quiet like all others that were in Soul Society as best he could. The only problem was his zanpakutou. It happened to be based on his family adept at Transfiguration. In fact, it was exactly that.

:Flashback:

James had spent over the last six months to contact his zanpakutou after getting out of the academy. Sitting in his favorite clearing that reminded him of the Forbidden Forest, he relaxed himself, zoning out all the immediate noises. It was less than a minute later that he felt a very slight tug. Letting him be pulled, it became stronger and stronger before appearing in his mind that of the Forbidden forest with Castle Hogwarts in the background.

He looked around with a slight grin on his face before spotting a stag approaching. His jaw dropped as Prongs appeared before him. Making things worse, it started to speak to him.

"Hello again James."

"H-h-how?" He stuttered.

The stag gave an amused look. "You are aware that I am a manifestation of part of your soul. I am your zanpakutou."

James shocked look turned on of glee. "So what's your name?" He said excitedly.

The stag chuckled. "My name is…"

James shook his head. "I didn't hear it."

The stag bowed his head a little. "It's unfortunate that you can't hear my name yet. I wish to be free once again."

"So how do I hear your name?"

"Get stronger and listen for me." The stag said before everything began to blur.

:End Flashback:

James woke up to see squad leader glaring at him for being late for his shift. After the initial meeting, he started keeping an open mind for his zanpakutou. It was another four months before he learned his partner's name and the situation he was put in for his name. It literally meant that he could use the entire branch of Transfiguration again which had made it difficult to use unless he wanted to expose the secret.

He was shaken from his day dream when he felt something wrong with his reiatsu. Trying to contact his partner, he found him missing. Keeping his panic down, he looked out the window only to see the sky darkening fairly quickly. His attention snapped back to the room when the vice-caption started giving out commands.

"Listen up, I don't know what's going on but I want you all to gather your squads and begin searching for the source of the disturbance. You all know where to begin. Contact via jigokuchou if you find something." Shuhei Hisagi commanded.

James used shunpo appearing in front of his squad. He didn't even need to say anything as they followed him towards the district that his squad was assigned. They moved systematically through the district only find nothing. They met in their meeting place in the center of the district.

"Did any of you find the disturbance?" He looked around to see a shake of a head. Just as he was going to clear the district he saw something that made him pale. The rest of the squad looked over to see what made James stop suddenly.

Their eyes almost popped as they saw a ten foot tall stag in front of them. James opened to say something to his zanpakutou only to be the first one to be charged at by the animagus. The antlers cut him deeply across his chest.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Prongs?" James yelled at him clutching his chest.

"My name isn't Prongs, James." The stag said sneering.

The stag looked over to see James's squad charging at him. He lowered his before charging at them. James couldn't help but look in horror as each of squad members turn to ash as soon as they touched the stag's antlers.

Getting into a standing position using his sheath as a cane, he pointed the katana at the stag before speaking. "Alter the world around you, Hensen." The stag didn't slow down as he charged at James. The thirty-seven year old Shinigami closed his eyes as his zanpakutou didn't change into his shikai and the stag had hit him in his gut.

"Harry." James said as he dissolved into ash by Hensen.