Welcome on and all to the sequel of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Souls. As promised this story is being released on May 31, 2016. Although to be honest I finished it up around 8 last night because I was procrastinating, and preparing for finals. I'm almost out of school (June 8th) so hopefully I'll have plenty of time to write between camping. So anyway, if you haven't read the first story I recommend you do so, and I also apologize if there are a few errors in this chapter (I've finally settled on publishing all of them and then going back to edit). I'm still not the owner of Bleach or Harry Potter but I am the owner of my Ocs and changes to the original Harry Potter story line. I hope you enjoy this chapter and new story!

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Chapter 1

The Qudditch World Cup

Yasu Nao was bored. So bored, in fact that he was spinning in circles in his office chair in front of his desk. So bored, he couldn't even find topic to write Hermione Granger or Ron Wesley or Harry Potter about besides how boring his summer was. So bored, in fact that even seeing his older sister sparring with an epically failing Ichigo couldn't life up his spirits.

"Ugh! It's so boring!" Nao groaned, letting his head fall onto his desk that had signed paper floating around on it. "When will school start again? I wanna see the Golden Trio. I was never so bored hanging out with them," Nao whined again, having attracted the attention of his sister and her sparring partner.

"Really, Nao? You threw this same fit just last week too," Kazumichi rolled her eyes. "I can't believe you'd want to go back to school," Ichigo Kurosaki added, dodging out of the way of a quick strike from Kazumichi. Nao looked up at the sparing two, resting his chin on his desk as he pouted. "At least I didn't have that much paperwork to do, besides the homework, but that was so easy. And the old man approved of our mission for next year, but we can't even go until what? October or something," Nao huffed.

"Are you all packed for the year, Kurosaki-kun?" Moka, a fellow division Zero member asked, bringing four glasses of iced tea with mint leaves. "Hai, Moka-san. Thank you for the tea," Ichigo replied, shuponing over, yet his hand was slapped away before he could even touch the cool glass. "That one is for Hane-kun, Kurosaki-kun," Moka smiled gently, although Ichigo knew immediately that she could probably knock him back down to the soul society before he even knew what was happening.

"Yours is still in the kitchen, Kurosaki," Toshiro announced, walking out of the small Japanese style house that acted as office and home to the captain and vice-captain of Division Zero. The group was relaxing before making their trip to Diagon alley in a few days to get supplies form the coming year at Hogwarts. They would be joined by Sasian Hane, Rukia, Renji, Masamoto and Kumiko, all of whom were currently busy with paperwork, or any other urgent problem that required their presence. Besides Hane who was taking a nap under the shade of a tree, having grown tired of watching his captain and Ichigo spar.

"Thank a lot, Toshiro," Ichigo huffed, barely blocking an attack from the black haired captain.

Kazumichi, or Kazumi as she normally preferred, was dressed in her casual clothes for once. A relaxed mood had settled in since their school trip had been announced and Toshiro had informed her of the occasion they would be attending today. The majority of her long black locks had been pinned into a bun, but for today she had let her bangs frame her face and had put on the red hairband Nao had brought her for her last birthday. Around her neck hung the crystal lock on a black chain. She wore a plain, black tee-shirt with a white jacket resting on a chair at the table on the porch. Despite persuasion for her to wear a skirt she had ended up in a pair of comfortable fitting jeans and a pair of black and white tennis shoes.

Nao, however unknowing of the plan he was, always wore his casual clothes. His blue eyes twinkled with mischief and his blond hair just barley reaching the nape of his neck in the back. Around his neck he wore a necklace with a crystal key hanging from the light silver chain, something that had been a gift from Kazumi when they were training. Nao also had put on a long pair of almost black jeans, a white shirt sleeve shirt under an unzipped white belted jacket and tennis shoes with opposite coloration than Kazumi's own.

Even though he tended to be a casual person, Ichigo had no choice of his attire at the moment. However, his body was wearing jeans and a plain white shirt. By his body was a black buckle jacket with a small lining of white fur on the hood, something Kumiko had made for the Substitute herself. Looking as though he was merely sleeping, Kazumi wondered for a moment just how a human could hold so much power.

Toshiro was also wearing his official Shinigami attire but had reassured his childhood from his gigai, which had to be changed so he would look slightly older, was already dressed and ready to leave once they got the reply about the day's events.

"Ne, why don't you two fight in Bankai, I'm sure Nao-kun would find it harder to be bored that way," Moka suggested. Her strawberry blond hair had been wrestled out of her aqua blue eyes by a blue pony tail, then braided and put into a tight bun. She wore a gray shirt that hung off her frame and went down a little farther than the blue jeans when they met each other. Her shoulders were exposed and all of the group could see the blue tank top she wore underneath. Around her left wrist she wore a bracelet made out of Linarite, a blue mineral.

"Moka-nee! Don't you remember the damage they caused last time, I was sacred for my life!" The protest came from the previously sleeping, youngest looking soul on the yard. Hane short brown hair, with bangs that hid most of his green eyes. He wore a green shirt with a pair of jeans and tennis shoes that were white and green. His Zanpakuto lay by his side on the grass, showing to the others, that in fact he had not been sleeping but talking to Haruarashi.

The group was interrupted from further conversation when Toshiro's owl, Momo flew in from a small hole in the dimension that Kazumi had created. The tiny owl flew to her owner, landing on his out stretched arm before he took the letter and gave her a small bit of the food on the porch table. With a happy chirp she flew over to what had now become her nesting place, formally called the owl tree.

"Is it a letter from Hermione? Ron? Harry?" Nao quickly asked, knowing that Toshiro only ever got wizarding mail from Momo. "It's from the Minister. After you expressed your boredom for the last couple of week, I asked Dumbledore if it was possible to get an invitation to a large wizarding event. Luckily for us, the Qudditch World Cup is today. There are also supposed to be a lot of students from Hogwarts present, so we will be on duty. It will be a good chance for you to start getting acquainted to the wizarding world as well, Kurosaki," Toshiro informed the group.

"What time is it?" Nao jumped up from his chair, glad to already be wearing casual clothes. "We have two hours to get there, Nao. Relax," Kazumi replied, "We'll be camping there for the night as well, I hope you brought your trunk like I asked you, Kurosaki-kun, and included the necessities to get you through the night."

"I did," Ichigo replied, already stepping into his real body. Although he didn't outwardly show it, he was excited to see the wizarding world once more after the brief glimpse he had gotten when they had picked up Toshiro and Nao.

"I am excited to see the wizarding world, I trust you already have our Gigais ready, captain," Hane stood up as he spoke, grabbing Haruarashi and yawning deeply. "I do, we'll have to go get them from the twelfth division in about fifteen minutes, it'll take another forty-five to make sure everything checks out, it's a test run for the school year. Then we can all pack for the night and make it to the port key," Kazumi informed her team.

Nearly two hours later the group of Ichigo, Kazumichi, Nao, Hane, Toshiro and Moka were waiting in the wizarding world around a bent frying pan, in the exact location of where the front gates of Shinon Academy were supposed to be. "This is a portkey?" Ichigo asked, staring at it, partially annoyed just by the sight of the beat up pan. "Yes, everyone hold onto it, we only have a minute left, and from here on out it's English," Kazumi ordered.

"Of course, captain!" Moka replied as the world around them began to whirl.

"Ten past five from Shinon Academy," said a voice. Quickly, and trying to retain what dignity they had left, the group untangled themselves from the jumble of limbs. They landed in what appeared to be a misty moor with two grumpy looking wizards, one holding a large gold watch, and the other a thick role of parchment.

The two wizards were dressed as what Nao presumed to be their best try in imitating non magical people, or muggles as they were called. "You'd better get along, kids. There's a large party coming in from Black Forest at fifteen after," one of the wizards advised, picking up the bent frying pan. "Your campsite is about a quarter of a mile's walk over there, first field you get to. The site manager is Mr. Roberts and you'll be right next to the Weasley family."

The wizard turned away and Nao took the lead, speed walking to hopefully catch up with the Weasley's. Hane, Moka and Ichigo were looking around at the surrounding wizards with their odd clothing and even sadder attempts to start fires for camping. Within a few moments they came to a cottage door with a man standing just outside, looking at the tents. It was obvious from the start that he was a muggle.

"Hello," Kazumi greeted. "Hello," the man greeted back, seeming slightly spacey, the work of an Obliviate spell. "You are Mr. Roberts, correct," Kazumi asked as the man nodded in reply, "Yasu, one tent, one night. It should be paid for already."

"Indeed, you're all good to go, Miss. Yasu. Here's a map of the campsite for you," Mr. Roberts said, handing the girl said map. "Thank you very much, and have a good day," Kazumi replied, once more leading the group away.

The whole group marveled at the extensive designs for both teams competing in the tournament. Wizards from all over the world milled around and talked. Kids ran everywhere, some with brooms, although not flying, and all were enjoying themselves. Within a matter of moments, or it would have been if they hadn't had lost Hane in a rush of people and had to search for him for ten minutes.

Ichigo had already been separated from Moka who he had been searching with. His carrot top hair was noticeable in the crowd and many people, despite how weirdly they were dressed, would glace his way as he walked past. Several parents pulled their kids back into their tent. Instantly his eye brow twitched. Just because of his hair color people didn't have to assume he was a delinquent.

Suddenly, as he was too busy looking for Hane, someone bumped into him. The kid fell down, he and his two buddies looked about fifteen and the red haired one, who had been the one to fall, stared up at Ichigo in fear. "P-Please don't hurt me. I-I-I didn't mean to bump into you! I-I'm really sorry!" the kid cried, scrambling backwards.

"Eh!" Ichigo looked down at the kid, what he would later realize to have been the wrong move, and both the accompanying boy and girl squeaked. "We're really sorry-! Wait, aren't you a friend of Ry-Nao's?" the girl with bushy hair asked. "Oh!" Ichigo remembered tapping his fist to his palm, "You're Nao and Toshiro's friends from Hogwarts.

"I'm Hermione Granger, that's Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. Are Nao and Toshiro here too?" the girl asked. "Yea, actually Kaze got us tickets paid for by your minister of magic guy," Ichigo responded, "Nao kept whining how board he was and interrupting training so I guess Kaze just got fed up with him."

"Are you a-"Harry paused, looking around and whispering "-soul reaper, too?" Ichigo laughed at the question, "In a sense, you see I'm still living and all that but I've got awesome Reistu." The three kids looked at him with wide eyes, mouths gaping.

"Ichigo-nii!" a voice called out. The group of four turned to see Hane running over to the older looking teenager. "Where did you wander off to, getting lost like that?" Ichigo replied, rubbing the shorter's hair. Hermione smiled at the scene, while Ron, finally recovering from the scare, stood up with Harry's aid.

"It's not like I meant to get separated from you guys! Besides you should learn to respect your…" Hane trailed off, trying to find the right English word to say, finally he gave up, "You should learn to respect your superior idiot Kurosaki-kun!" "Oi! Kazumichi told us to speak English here! Maybe you should go back to elementary if you don't know enough English, Hane-kun," Ichigo teased.

"Are you two related?" Harry blurted out, surprised by their playful banter. The two boys looked at each other before shaking their head. "I've only known Ichigo-nii for a while, but he is a good person and easy to get along with," Hane informed them. "By the way, we should get back to our tent site. Think you can send Haruarashi out to tell the others?" Ichigo asked.

Hane nodded, and the Golden Trio felt a sharp spike in his reistu, a skill that they had become slightly rusty on after the summer. From the smallest's pack a small bird flew out, red breast and head with black wings and tail. With a small chirp it flew up into the air and out of view.

"What kind of bird is that?" Ron asked. "Ramphocelus carbo, or Silver-beaked Tanager, it's actually my Zanpakuto, Haruarashi," Hane responded, "Usually she takes the form of a bird native to the area we are in though." Ichigo, who had been staring at the space the bird disappeared into for a moment turned to the rest of the group with a thoughtful look on his face. "You don't think anything is going on with the others, do you? There is a large amount of reistu in this area with all of us here," he pointed out.

"If there's a hollow I am sure the others will have taken care of it by now. Only Kazumi-nee, and Nao-nii's reistus seem to be close together and outside the camp. Anyway, where were you three on your way to?" Hane asked the Golden Trio. "We're going to get some water, my dad insisted we cook like muggles do while we're here," Ron replied, holding up a kettle that was in his hands. Now that the duo noticed, they realized Hermione and Harry were carrying sauce pans as well, presumably to also fill with water.

"If you're okay with it, may we walk with you, we don't really know where the water is, and the others will be able to put up tents without us?" Hane asked. "Of course, it will be nice to get to meet some more friends of Ry-Nao and Toshiro," Hermione replied, smiling.

And so with that they continued on their way and filled up each saucepan and kettle. On their way back they began to point out people they saw from Hogwarts. Oliver Wood, although casting a cautious glance at Ichigo, dragged Harry to meet his parents and explained that he had signed onto a Qudditich team. Then they were hailed by Ernie Macmillan, a Hufflepuff fourth year, and a little farther they saw a girl named Cho Chang. She waved at them and as Harry waved back he spelt a good amount of water down the front side of his pants.

To prevent Ron from smirking at Harry's dilemma even more, Ichigo pointed out a group of teenagers, asking who they were. "Don't know, never seen 'em before. Who d'you reckon they are?" Harry asked his two wizarding friends. "They don't go to Hogwarts do they?" "'Spect they go to some foreign school," said Ron. "I know there are others. Never met anyone who went to one though, Toshiro and Nao don't really count. Are there any wizarding schools in Japan, Ichigo?"

"Not that I know of. Hane?" "There are quite a few, actually. Not the same type of magic here, mind you. With so many magical creatures and gods in Japan, most take the course of exorcism. There is also more spiritual centered learning, as well as offensive magic. There aren't any big schools like Hogwarts though, usually there are just after school lessons at temples. Nao-nii and Kazumi-nee should know more about it though, they are true wizards after all," Hane explained.

In a matter of moments, the group made it back to their tent sites. "You've been ages," said George when they finally got back. Already two tents were set up in the spot for the Soul Society Group. Moka had started their fire and waved at them upon noticing they had arrived. "Met a few people," said Ron, setting his water down and tilting his head to Hane and Ichigo who awkwardly waved. "You not got that fire started yet?"

"Actually, Nao's sister has been helping dad," Fred responded, once school had ended Nao had actually chosen to inform the Weasley family that his real name was Nao, although leaving out the fact that he was centuries old. "She's pretty good at that too," George added. The golden trio plus two looked over to where Kazumichi was using a fire bow to start a fire, an empty box of matches laying nearby, most likely used completely by Mr. Weasely.

Once smoke started to rise off the board with small sparks appearing Kazumichi lit the fire. She finally stood up, rubbing her hands against her jeans. "This is a fantastic muggle invention, you must show me how to make and use one!" Mr. Weasley exclaimed, examining the board and bow in fascination. "Of course Weasley-san. Although it is much harder than it appears. Good morning, Harry, Ron, Hermione, it had been a while," she greeted, bowing to the trio.

"It is wonderful to see you again, Kazumi-san," Hermione responded also bowing. Kazumichi blinked at the use of her lesser known nickname, but smiled at the trio, "I have sent Nao and Toshiro to explore the area, but they will be back in a little while, if you want to talk to them, that is," Kazumichi offered. "It'd be nice to talk to them face to face after the summer of sending letter," Harry reasoned.

"Well then you must wait no longer!" a voice proclaimed, even before the Golden Trio could turn around they were tackled to the ground with a hug. As soon as the weight fell on them, Nao was dragged off by Toshiro. "You should know better than to surprise people like that," Toshiro scolded. "Don't act like you aren't happy to see them too, Shiro-chan!"

"It is nice to see them again," Toshiro admitted softly, "However, we have not properly introduced the rest to each other." Harry, who had by now stood back up, looked around that the unfamiliar girl by the campfire, and he still didn't really have an idea who Hane and Ichigo were. "Ah! You are right, Hitsugaya-taichou, why don't you three come to our tent for some tea as well?" Nao replied, clapping his hands together.

"That sounds great!" Hermione exclaimed. "We also have some mochi and dango, it will only take me a few moments to set it out," Moka commented, entering the tent. However, before the others could follow Mr. Weasley jumped to his feet, waving and grinning at a man who was striding toward them. "Aha!" he said. "The man of the moment! Ludo!"

Ludo Bagman was easily the most noticeable person any of them had seen all day. He was wearing long Quidditch robes in thick horizontal stripes of bright yellow and black. An enormous picture of a wasp was splashed across his chest. He had the look of a powerfully built man gone slightly to seed; the robes were stretched tightly across his large belly he surely had not had in the days he had played Quidditch for England. His nose was squashed, but his round blue eyes, blond hair and rosy complexion made him look like a very overgrown schoolboy.

"Ahoy there!" Bagman called happily. He was walking as though springs were attached to the balls of his feet, in a state of excitement. "Arthur, old man," he puffed as he reached the campfire, "what a day, eh? What a day! Could we have asked for more perfect weather? A cloudless night coming and hardly a hiccough in the arrangements… Not much for me to do!"

Behind him, a group of haggard-looking Ministry wizards rushed past, pointing at the distant evidence of some sort of magical fire. Ah, what irony, Nao mused. Percy, Ron's older brother who had arrived but a moment ago, hurried forward with his hand outstretched.

"Ah, yes," said Mr. Weasley, grinning, "this is my son Percy. He's just started at the Ministry, and this is Fred-no George, sorry, that's Fred, Bill, Charlie, Ron, my daughter Ginn, and Ron's friends, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter." Bagman did the smallest of double takes when he heard Harry's name, and his eyes flickered to his forehead. "And these are…?" Bagman trailed off, staring in amazement at Ichigo's bright orange hair.

"Ah, yes, nice to meet you Mr. Bagman. I don't believe we've met, I am Kazumichi Yasu, my brother, Nao Yasu and our companions, Ichigo Kurosaki, and Hane Kumaru. We are some of the students from Shinon academy attending that thing this year," Kazumi introduced. Bagman's eyes lit up, "Of course, it is nice to meet you before that takes place indeed."

"Everyone," Mr. Weasley continued, "this is Ludo Bagman, you know who he is, it's thanks to him we've got such good tickets-" Bagman beamed and waved his hand as if to say it had been nothing. "Fancy a flutter on the match, Arthur?" he said eagerly, jingling what seemed to be a fair amount of gold in the pockets of his yellow-and-black robes. "I've already got Roddy Pontner betting me Bulgaria will score first, I offered him nice odds, considering Ireland's front three are the strongest I've seen in years, and little Agatha Timms has put up half shares in her eel farm on a weeklong match.

"Oh… go on then," said Mr. Weasley. "Let's see, a Galleon on Ireland to win?" "A Galleon?" Ludo Bagman looked slightly disappointed, but recovered himself. "Very well, very well, any other taken?"

They're a bit young to be gambling," said Mr. Weasley. "Molly wouldn't like-!" "We'll bet thirty-seven Galleons, fifteen Sickles, three Knuts," said Fred as he and George quickly pooled all their money, "that Ireland wins, but Viktor Krum gets the Snitch. Oh and we'll throw in a fake wand."

"You don't want to go showing Mr. Bagman rubbish like that-!" hissed Percy, but Bagman didn't seem to think the wand was rubbish at all; on the contrary, his boyish face shone with excitement as he took it from Fred, when the wand gave a loud squawk and turned into a rubber chicken, Bagman roared with laughter.

"Excellent! I haven't seen one that convincing in years! I'd pay five Galleons for that!" Percy froze in an attitude of stunned disapproval. "Boys," said Mr. Weasley under his breath, "I don't want you betting, that's all your savings. Your mother-…" "Don't be a spoilsport, Arthur!" boomed Ludo Bagman, rattling his pockets excitedly. "They're old enough to know what they wand! You reckon Ireland will win but Krum's get the Snitch? Not a chance, boys, not a chance…. I'll give you excellent odds on that one. We'll add five Galleons for the funny wand, then shall we…"

Mr. Weasley looked on helplessly as Ludo Bagman whipped out a notebook and quill and began jotting down the twins' names. "Come on you three, we have much to discuss about the summer, we'll be seeing you later, Mr. Bagman," Nao said, pushing the Golden Trio towards his tent as they were merely waved at by Bagman.

Soon the Soul Society team and the Golden Trio were seated around a table, each with a cup of green tea and snacks on small plates in front of them. "Ugh I thought we were never going to get away. With an introduction like that, Kaze, you practically gave him enough of a topic to talk us to the moon and back," Nao groaned, letting his head hit the table. The others just rolled their eyes at his antics.

"So, is there any reason in particular why you are back this year?" Hermione asked, "I mean, we expected Nao and Toshiro, but why everyone else?" "Ah, yes well, Dumbledore is actually still kind of hiring us to look after you three, as you have a habit for getting into trouble," Nao explained. The Golden Trio shared a shameful glance at each other, each taking a sip of their tea to hid a small blush.

"And the rest of you?" Harry prompted. "The old man thought it would be good for more of us to be learning magic, and with everything going on at your school this year, Toshiro and Nao will probably need some assistance," Ichigo answered. "That's Captain Hitsugaya to you, Kurosaki," Toshiro muttered. "What's going on a Hogwarts?" Ron asked.

"We're supposed to keep it a secret, but you'll probably learn once school starts. We won't be coming until sometime around October so please do not cause too much trouble until then," Kazumi requested. The Golden Trio nodded and the topic of conversation changed to the two group's summer activities until Mr. Weasley came to fetch them to walk to the stadium.

On their way, Salesmen were Apparating every few feet, carrying trays and pushing carts full of extraordinary merchandise. There were luminous rosettes- green for Ireland, red for Bulgaria- which were squealing the names of the players, pointed green hats bedecked with dancing shamrocks, Bulgarian scarves adorned with lions that really roared, flags from both countries that played their national anthems as they were waved; tiny models of Firebolts that really flew, and collectible figures of famous players, which strolled across the palm of your hand preening themselves.

Ichigo, Hane and Nao eyes were wide as they examined each of the items, switching between stalls excitedly. "Been saving my pocket money all summer for this," Ron informed the group proudly as they bought souvenirs. Though Ron purchased a dancing shamrock hat and a large green rosette, he also bought a small figure of Viktor Krum. The three soul reaper boys only brought small items, each mentioning the name of whoever they intended to send the item to.

"Wow, look at these!" said Harry, hurrying over to a cart piled high with what looked like brass binoculars, except that they were covered with all sorts of weird knobs and dials. "Omnioculars," said the saleswizard eagerly. "You can replay action, slow everything down, and they flash up a play-by-play breakdown if you need it. Bargain, ten Galleons each."

"Wish I hadn't brought this now," said Ron, gesturing at his dancing shamrock hat and gazing longingly at the Omnioculars. "Three pairs," said Harry firmly to the wizard. "No, don't bother," said Ron, going red. He was slightly sensitive about his family's lack of wealth. "We'll also take six of them," Nao added. "You won't be getting anything for Christmas," Harry told Ron, handing him the Omniocluars and another pair to Hermione. "For about ten years, mind."

"Fair enough," said Ron, grinning. "Oooh, thanks Harry," said Hermione. "And I'll get some programs, look-!"

By the time they made it to the stadium everyone's money bags were lighter, and Hermione was happily giggling with the other two girls while the boys chatted semi awkwardly. A deep booming gong interrupted further talk as green and red lanterns blazed into life in the trees, lighting up the path before them. "It's time!" said Mr. Weasley, looking as excited as any of them. "Come on, let's go!"