Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach nor do I own Harry Potter.
Basic Info: AU Bleach-verse/AU HP-verse. Reincarnation Fic. Fem!Harry/Byakuya. Subtle Romance but the story doesn't revovle around it. Ratings may go up, depends.
Summary: In her first life cycle, her body had been too fragile, too weak it hadn't been able to handle her own spiritual powers - so she died. She wasn't supposed to reincarnate but she did. She was born in a body that was supposed to be known as the-boy-who-lived, instead it was the-girl-who-lived. With no memories of her past, abused and pyschologically damaged Hisana and her zanpaktou find themselves starting an unintentional adventure. Will she reunite with Byakuya? Is Voldemort going to be defeated? If it's not butter then what the hell ist it? Stay tuned!
Author's Note(Longer note in the bottom): 'Other', is only a temporary name. It is supposed to demean and make the main-character seem like less of a person to the one narrating and to emphasize the corruption of these poor children's lives.
Sammy Says
by Acedia's Apathetic Simplicity
Premise: The Special Ordinary Day
Time is said to stop for no one and fate is mostly described as an unrelenting stubborn bitch.
I always thought that if war were ever to happen, I would always be the one sitting at home watching it happen on the news or reading about it in the morning paper. I am most positive if things weren't the way they were I would be that person – you know the kind that hears about war, tragedy, and natural disasters but doesn't really give damn so long as it isn't me type of person. I can't say that I have changed because of these experiences I still have the same blasé philosophy. Although what I have been prattling on about is not the point – well maybe a little bit – I'm here to tell you people a story. There is point of why you are here, right? I promise it won't be a waste of your time.
Surrey, England
Privet Drive # 4
Dining Room
Every house looks the same here, hell even the cars look the same even though they are different colors, but there is one house that stands out the most in this drab community – in a good way. It's perfect and so impeccably clean it makes one wonder if the people who live within are prudish and stuck-up or just a new breed of super-mega-ultra clean freaks. That's what a normal non obsessed people with society's social statuses would think at least. Not one blade of grass stuck out place, the hedges were exactly at a ninety degree angle, and not even a single weed could be spotted (well normally but today, however, the weeds have decided to start a rebel and have sprung up in most unflattering areas – the nerve!). That's freaking huh? It was quiet, which it how it's supposed to be1 No sane normal respectable person would be awake at such an early hour – unless of course you work the night shift but that is a completely and entirely different situation. So there.
Eventually the sun rose high enough for those to begin their morning routine and leave off to work. It was simple life for the simple minded people of world such as this one neighborhood. However, the family who lived in number four simplicity seemed to evade them – not that anyone knew about this little fact. The Dursley's like to think they are just as normal as everybody else and they would be if they let that one (to only their standard abnormality) slide.
Within the kitchen, Petunia Dursley stood watching with the eyes of hawk as small child stood on stool and prepare breakfast. Annoyance was strong on Petunia's face as the child had been standing there egg in hand and staring at the pan, she was just about ready to yell at the child when her husband's (Vernon's) footsteps resounded for the upstairs. At that moment child began to finally do the breakfast. It was about damn time too. Today was the last day of her supervising the child cook, after that the brat was on its own. Since it was that time of the year again, she will let it slide and began to set the table. Not moments latter their son, Dudley Dursley, me stomping down the stairs.
A scowl was etched on to his chubby seven years old face, Dudley woke up in a grouchy mood the blaring sun had interrupted the best dream ever! It was that day of the year again too; he didn't understand why his parents always acted different this specific day. That fr—no, his mum told him not to use that word. She said something about it getting them in trouble and taking them away from him. It confused him that word would cause such reaction. So Dudley opted to calling the other child in the household Other. Dudley hated Other because his parents didn't like Other and also Other stole the attention of his parents that was rightfully his on this specific day. The attention belonged to only him, what did Other do for his parents to be nice to him this day. It didn't make any sense and because of this Dudley made sure Other was never happy and if that meant killing (not that he knew or understood that he killed) a little turtle then so be it. Oh he remembers that fascinated happy look on Other's face when the "small moving rock" was spotted. It was stupid turtle how stupid to be calling it a "moving rock"!
A generous helping of eggs, bacon and sausages with toast on the side was placed in front of him, for a second Dudley debating about complaining that the food looked disgusting but quickly decided not to, he was hungry. Dudley gave a quick glance to the side were he saw Other standing the kitchen eating toast with jam! Why did he get plain toast and Other got tasty jam and toast, Dudley didn't note that toast was half his size and barely had any jam on it.
He wouldn't stand for this and protested in whiny voice, "Mum why does it get to have jam with toast and I just get plain toast!"
"Oh it's okay," Petunia immediately began to smother her crying son and sent a piercing stare at the brat, luckily the brat had thought fast enough to shove his share into his mouth before Petunia would order it thrown away. "You ge—"
Other was already grabbing the jam from the cupboard; no one way was Other having more chores piled on. For some reason they had cut Other's chores in half and Other did not feel like having a chore added to the short list of things to do today.
Dudley had a look of satisfaction when the two pieces of toast had been placed back on his plate only with a good portion of blackberry jam on them. He took great pleasure in seeing the hungry gaze Other had fixed on his plate. He took a big bite off the toast in front of Other's face, the hungry look intensified before leaving the room and going out back to do whatever it is Other does outside.
Dudley continued munching on his breakfast, it served Other right. Who knew that day things would start to change, and most certainly not all the things that were going to change were going to be good.
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Author's Note: So this is my newer version of KIDS! and as you can see I have renamed it to give it a newer feel to it. I found a lot of mistakes in it so I decided to re-write it since my writing style had improved and changed. The title might change again, maybe.
