A/N: Random thought on a unique HP/Bleach x-over, or at least, one I have yet to see done (Shrugs)

Apologies for weak beginning.

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Electrified

Prologue

Harry always thought that, when he died, it would be due to Voldemort. When the Dark Lord was defeated (by Harry himself, at seventeen), the cause of his death turned to Death Eaters. When they were all rounded up, it turned to Dark Wizards, Magical Accident, Potions Explosion, Assassination, and, tentatively, Old Age. Never once, in his twenty-seven years, did it ever change to Magical Electric Chair.

But, that's just the way his luck was. Betrayed by a jealous coworker, the Medi-Wizard (as Harry had become, as the nightmares from the War and PTSD symptoms made Auror work a psychological impossibility for the young Wizard) found himself drugged with a strong sedative, and strapped into an experimental Unspeakable project, an attempt to copy the old fashioned Muggle electric chair. The chair itself was a hard, unforgiving black-colored oak piece, with metal chains much like the witness chair he had sat in for various trials to give testimony. A pair of metal shackles locked around his wrists and ankles, those chains pinning his shoulders, torso, and thighs to the unforgiving wood, while a collar of similar metal wrapped around his forehead and throat. All Glyn Tobin had to do was press his wand against the metal stand five feet away, and use the spell Fulmen, the Lightning Spell, and exactly one billion volts of electricity shot through Harry's bound and drugged form, sending his body into convulsions as muscles rapidly contracted and seized. Foam began to explode from his mouth, his eyes rolling back in his head as his heart was stopped and his magic violently disrupted.

Pain at the abrupt ending of his life, filled him, clouding his mind and making his Soul scream in agony as it convulsed on the ground of the familiar Ghostly Kings Cross Station, and, in his desperation, Harry twisted himself in an unknowing attempt at Apparation, his Soul not knowing that he was dead yet. As a result, Harry was not sent on to see his fallen loved ones, was not given over to the Realm of the Wizardly Dead, but instead, he was violently thrown into the Vortex of Chaos, where he spent an unknown amount of time, writhing in confused agony that slowly began to calm, Soul damaged almost beyond any repair, until he was abruptly spewed out of the Vortex, to sprawl in a twitching, mildly seizing unconscious heap on the leaf-strewn ground of District 64 of East Rukongai, of Soul Society.

Albus Dumbledore once told him that Death was just another Great Adventure.

Harry seriously doubted that this was what the lemon-drop addicted old man meant.

A/N: Short Prologue, will be more in the next chapter which might be out soon or a long time from now, I don't really know...

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