AN: Okay so this is the first time I've tried to write a story of any kind that isn't for school. I felt like trying something so I started this though I don't think I did very well on it at all. I was very tired from staying up too late last night. So I hope this turned out okay... I will welcome any constructive criticism so I can try and improve it on the next chapter. This is kind of like a prologue, just to see what people think of it. Though you probably won't be able to get much out of it at this point. Thank you for taking the time to read it!
Ichigo relaxed on his bed with his arms folded behind his head. The sun shone through his window lighting up the room with a warm glow. A breeze flowed through the window bringing the smell of summer. He could almost smile. It was a nice day as well as the last day of grade 10.
The days of the year had passed rather peacefully with only the occasional hollow to kill. Orihime, Chad and Uryu would sometimes join him, though there wasn't ever much trouble. They would always tell the teacher an excuse of some kind and after a while she wouldn't even ask for a reason, just ignoring them and continuing on with the lesson.
Ichigo hadn't asked his father why he was a Soul Reaper. He didn't really want to know, as it would just get him more involved with the Soul Society and he had been involved with them too much already as it was.
Nearing the final part of the battle with Aizen, Ichigo had learned how to use the Final Getsuga Tenshou. When he confronted Aizen he held back and didn't activate it immediately. Instead he resolved to see how far he could stretch his current powers. He had beat Aizen down and instead of evolving once more like Ichigo had expected him to do, a small purple ball had slowly emerged from his chest. Urahara had then encased the ball in a clear square like it had been in the very beginning. It had been then that Ichigo had realized Aizen had died when the Hougyoku had been removed.
That had been the end of the war. Karakura Town was put back in the World of the Living and many of the people had been shocked to find themselves sleeping on the ground. Ichigos's school friends with the exception of Orihime, Chad and Uryu had been completely confused and terrified with everything that had happened. Orihime with the help of Uryu and the occasional word from Chad explained the basics to them.
A soft knock on the door brought Ichigo out of his thoughts.
"Yeah?" He asked, opening his eyes and sitting up.
The door opened and Yuzu walked in. "Ichigo, if you don't head to school now you're going to be late." She warned him.
He scratched his head and sighed. "I'm already ready to go. You don't need to remind me."
Grabbing his bag he walked out the door and said. "See you later, Yuzu!"
At the school Ichigo sat in desk and yawned widely. The teacher was going on and on about how summer wasn't a good thing because it allowed all the knowledge in her students' head to drift away and everything had to be recapped when school started again. He wasn't listening and he doubted his friends were anymore than him.
Orihime, Chad, and Uryu were in the classroom and nothing much had changed about them since the year before. Chad had if possible grown a bit taller and Uryu had only gotten smarter. Orihime had become more quiet and wasn't as carefree as she had been. Ichigo himself hadn't changed much.
The bell rang and he nearly jumped to his feet. He wanted to get out of there as fast as possible, he had a bad feeling something was going to happen. Meeting the others by the classroom door he was just about to walk out when out of the corner of his eye he saw something approaching rapidly.
He didn't try to stop it even though he knew it wouldn't take much. The moment somehow seemed similar to another time a while back before someone had sent him off on a mission that help someone, which had gotten him involved in a war.
Many of the students had left the room and there were only a few left including him and his friends. A couple of them noticed when something nearly hit them in the head. The ball collided with the wall and burst with a splash of red. The few students that were left back away rapidly while Ichigo and his friends stepped closer to try and read what the words were that the liquid was showing as it drained away.
Everyone who came before needs to come once again come. Same time, same place.
Ps. Don't you dare think this looks like a murder crime scene because you will be revealing you once again have no sense of humour.
Harry watched with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as his uncle's car approached the house where he had spent the worst years of his life. He looked away from it and immediately noticed that the neighbour's next door had apparently moved out as they had a for sale sign up on their house.
He didn't say anything about it because he knew his aunt and uncle would probably talk about it at dinner if it was something that had happened recently. Even if it hadn't been recently they would probably be complaining about the people that would undoubtedly be coming for tours.
The car pulled into the drive way and Harry cast a depressed look at the neat, trim house with the bright green lawn. Getting out of the car Harry got his trunk out of the back of the car and hauled it in one hand and Hedwig in the other. His uncle nearly knocked him over in his haste to open the door quickly before shoving him and his trunk through. Then his uncle had then glanced furtively before letting Aunt Petunia and Dudley through.
When everyone was inside Vernon closed the door and immediately locked Harry's trunk in the broom cupboard, ignoring Harry's protests.
Vernon's voice boomed. "Up to your room now and make sure the blasted bird makes no noise!"
Harry glared at him before ducking his head and doing what he was told.
Later on that day Harry was sitting at his desk silently stroking Hedwig's wing. He knew she wanted out but not long after being sent to his room his uncle had forbidden him from letting her out of her cage and had gone as far as locking it. Harry longed to use a quick charm to unlock it but he knew that would be a very bad idea.
The sun had just started to set when a squealing of tires could be heard. Harry opened his window and stuck his head out looking at the neighbour's house. There were two vehicles out front, a sleek black car and a small convenient blue one. A sales woman stepped out of the blue car and judging by the impatient and cross expression on her face she must have been waiting for sometime before the other car showed up.
A tall man wearing a black coat with an odd white diamond pattern stepped out of his own sleek car. He had the weirdest white and green stripped hat and sandals Harry had ever seen. The man talked with the woman briefly before signing a few forms. Then as if he knew someone was watching him he turned and looked at Harry while covering half his face with a fan.