Hello there! Now before you start reading, I must say that I'm not really a writer. In fact, I absolutely loathe languages and that includes writing stories. However I like reading them and seeing how most stories that I read that is really nice somehow is never completed. Including this one. I'm not so sure I'm able to finish this but I'll try. So yeah, seeing how I got second last in english this year, please ignore all the grammar and spelling error. Also the story line might be off as I myself do not own a book of harry potter (I borrowed it from the library), so please feel free to correct me too. :D Reviews are appreciated.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach nor Harry Potter.

Kurosaki Ichigo was a young teenage boy, 17 year old but looking younger. He was normal to some, attending a high school named Karakura High and is a senior there. He has a family consisting of an overly-hyper father and two younger twin sisters, one a typical tom-boy, the other a mother hen. His grades were good- not as good as Ishida or Inoue but well enough to be in the top 30 out of 500. He gets into gang fights regularly, just because the other idiot thought it was fun to do so. He has a job like a freelance and has a scary boss. He plays a huge number of sports, including Tennis and Soccer. He hangs out with friends on some occasions. Oh and did he mention his ability to see ghosts with broken chains stuck to their chests, hollows that eats people and Shinigamis? That he was 5th division captain of Soul Society? That he has Shinigami's own enemy, a hollow, residing in his mind and is on good terms with him? He had fought tooth and nail in fights, determined to come out victorious. He has a colleaguee that is really intent on fighting with him and then perhaps and probably killing him. He fought in a war and came out alive. Yes, he was a normal man. And that totally depends on how crazy were you. Sad to say a large majority of people alive is not raving lunatics or else he would get charged for speaking to thin air.

So when the former captain of the 12th unit, Urahara Kisuke came to inform them of a special mission given out by the Sou-taichou that he was needed in Britain to help a certain Wizard School, he was not so surprised. A bit sceptical, yes, but if there were such things as Soul Societies and Shinigamis, why not Wizards and Witches too? The thing and the only thing that Ichigo downright distaste was that he would disappear from sight for the next one year or so. Thank god it was in the beginning of winter and school had shut down. By the time he got back, it would only be the middle of the year. Worse comes to worst, Kon would take his place in school. And Rukia or Renji would be helping in the paperwork.

So that was how Ichigo found himself reluctantly packing his luggage so to last one whole year in Britain speaking English. He was plain happy that he had, mostly out of boredom than interest, signed up for English Class and is able to speak English fluently. He did not bother on telling his friends or families. They already knew about him being a Shinigami and might connect his disappearance with his secret job. If not they can ask someone else from Seireitei. From what was told by Urahara, he was to live with the shopkeeper in the house beside a boy named Harry Potter, aka the boy who lived and try to get into the Order of The Phoenix circle. After that the two Shinigami would infiltrate the school undercover as teacher and student with the help of Dumbledore. Of course the only person to know their identities would be the head master himself. The others would not be told unless strictly necessary. Ichigo wore his winter school uniform, grey pants, white buttoned up t-shirt, tripped tie and yellow sweater over it, and luggage in hand. Beside him, Urahara stood carrying most of the luggages, wearing jeans, a blue shirt and a brown jacket, accompanied by his usual stripped hat. "Sayonara! We will see you soon!" Urahara said to Yoruichi, Tessai, Ururu and Jinta. They waved back (Tessai a bit tear fully). Ichigo waved back at them with a mere grunt before stepping into the Senkaimon, a hell butterfly accompanying them. It was a Friday after all.

Little Whinging was a quiet little town with beautiful European houses lined up next to each other. Trees and lamp posts lined the pavement and cars parked nicely on the roads. Little Whining was very different from Japan. Gone was the noise of typical delinquents and car honks. No litter on the ground. And so much more. "Ichigo-chan, our house is this way." Urahara said, pointing to a two storey building that was painted sky blue in colour and a beautiful garden. Ichigo forced himself to ignore the childish prefix and focus more on the sheer beauty of the house. They rushed into the house, swinging open the gate and fumbling onto the lock before stepping into the house. It was well furnished with a nice couch, television and other furniture's. Ichigo proceeded to climb the stairs and picked the largest room beside the bathroom, it has a nice view of Little Whining. He plopped down his suitcase and fell onto the huge bed. This he likes. No, this he loved. It was nice to stay in such luxury. He then got up to unpack his stuff, chucking his clothes in the wardrobe, toiletries in the bathroom and books on the table. His placed his now empty suit case under his bed. Now that everything was placed, he went back down. Urahara had already picked two rooms beside Ichigo's, one for sleeping and the other for his crazy experiments. Fortunately it was further down the hall, away from his room. No need to be wake up face to face with the debris of exploded concrete.

"Urahara! Anything to eat?" He called out as he opened the fridge. To his dismay, he could only find bread and butter. No good. This would not last the two for the next one month! Urahara appeared at the door to the kitchen. "Hmmm... I think we need to go to the supermarket to stock up. We can start on the mission tomorrow. Now we better buy us some supplies." Ichigo grabbed his wallet filled with dollars not yens and hurried out with Urahara following behind, locking the door and keeping the key in his pocket.

Harry Potter was not a happy boy. The reason for that is because he was stuck in his uncle's house and his uncle was not a nice man. The other reasons were because his so called friends and family was not writing to him. At least vaguely they did. And Harry do not like vague. He needed someone to talk to, to make friends with, to tell all his frustrations in a very vague way (ah... the irony). Too bad his Uncle Dursley had told everyone living on the same street and next that they should steer clear of him, as he was not a good boy or something. Harry growled at the thought of his useless fat uncle as he flipped a page of his "How to charm your enemies to do tap dancing forever" book given by Ron a few years ago on Christmas. He grumbled again about his quiet friends. A few minutes later he gave up trying to read, seeing how he really was not reading but more like grumbling every single time the word 'tap dancing' came up. He stood up from his bed and stretched. His shoulders gave a satisfying pop. After that he climbed down the staircase and left the house. His uncle and aunt had left with Dudley to his prize giving ceremony of his school (not that the fat boy won anything). On some days he would have on the television and watched some nice shows or played Dudley's X-box or even use his computer to surf the net but he was not in one of those moods. Harry squinted under the glaring hot sun. Summer was one of the seasons that he hated. It was so hot and sweaty. He took a look around him. One of those empty houses seemed to be vacated. How odd. Harry never heard any noise of someone shifting in. Even the moving truck would make a loud noise of its engine. He walked towards the fence for a closer look. It was painted a nice and gentle soft blue and has very green grass on its lawn. The lawn was planted with a few bushes of roses and other nice flowers. The house was a two story building with at least 5 windows on each level. As he stood there staring at the house, he never came to realise the presence behind him. "Mah mah. It is very rude to stare at other people's houses, Harry-kun. You need permissions to do that." Harry jumped at the sudden voice. His hand gripped at his handle of his wand in case it was the death eaters or even Voldemort himself. However behind him stood a tall middle aged man with pale blond hair under his stripped hat. His grey eyes shone under his hat. His mouth was stretched to a grin. "Who are you? And how do you know my name?" The man's grin stretched wider. "My name is Urahar... I mean Kisuke Urahara. Forgive me. In Japan our lasts name always come first. And this is my house. And you are pretty famous here Harry-kun. I heard of you from the neighbours around here. Its nice to meet you, I'm your new neighbour!" Kisuke stuck his hand out. Harry hesitantly held on to it and shook. "Now that we have greetings in order, why don't you come into our house? Ichigo is cooking lunch inside. Spaghetti and meatballs I think." Urahara exclaimed and grabbed onto Harry's arm and dragged him into his house.

The interior of the house was beige. Everything was beige, from the table to the sofa, from the wall to the chairs. The television, which was black in colour stood out in the furthest wall of the living room. There was a door on the left and another on the right. There was a staircase leading up to the second floor. There was a delicious aroma from his left, which was probably the kitchen. Harry followed Urahara into the kitchen. Inside was a tall yet slim boy with natural orange hair that was brighter than any of the Weasleys. Fixed on his face was a scowl but his brown eyes shone gently. The boy, Ichigo, stood over the stove. "Oh my, Ichigo-kun. I never knew you could cook so well!" Ichigo scowl deepened as he waved his spoon at Urahara in warning. "Shut up, hats and clog. Just because Yuzu cooks for me doesn't mean I don't know how to cook." Urahara pouted childishly and whined, "Ichigo is so mean sometimes. But good news! We have a guest today! Ichigo-kun meet Harry-kun! This is our neighbour! I hope you cooked a lot today!" Ichigo glanced at Harry and gave a welcoming smile, along with a 'yo!' Harry smiled back.

For the next few weeks of holiday Harry spent a majority of them with Urahara and Ichigo. They were friendly and nice. They let him watch their television and use Ichigo's computer, played X-box with him, cooked for him, Urahara even taught him about science since he didn't really attend muggle school anymore, defended him when Dudley and his buddies came to bully him and told his uncle that it was okay for him to stay at their house (though Harry had no idea how they achieved that seeing how his uncle can be as stubborn as a mule). Harry brought them around, going to the zoo with them, watching movies with them and bringing them to the nearest fast food outlet. (Apparently Japan's fast food is very different from theirs.)

It soon became tradition for Harry to go to their house, to hang around with them. It was not everyday that someone treats him as if he was a normal person. The muggles avoid him because they think that he is a delinquent, the wizards avoid him either because he was too famous or that they think that he is crazy. And here there it was, people who treat him as everyday people, ignoring all those false rumours made up by "Big D" (big sideways) or by his uncle. People whom Harry thought he never really had, excluding a certain few. So when Ichigo and Urahara left for certain 'matters' that they never told him of, Harry felt quite lonely, not that he would have ever admit it to anyone. He had nothing to do, no one to talk to and absolutely no patience for Dudley or his annoying little gang. Especially when they made fun of his mother and Cedric Diggory. Harry could feel his temper rising and boiling as Dudley and co giggled away to Dudley's (very lame if he could add) joke. His grip on the swing's chains tightened to the point where his knuckles were white in colour. Calm down Harry. No point in getting pissed. He kept telling himself that but the pressure of not seeing or hearing anything from his friends and god-father and the disappearance of Ichigo and Urahara had reduced his temper by a mile. So he was not really surprised to find himself gripping Dudley by the collar the other hand wand pointing to his face, hissing "Shut up!" numerous times. Dudley's friends were laughing, Dudley, however, was not. What he was surprised of, however, was when the weather start changing. Strong winds blew discarded trash away and the sky darkened. "Wh… What are you doing?" Dudley whimpered. Nothing! He was doing nothing! So what was happening? The gang, excluding Dudley, rushed away, screaming in terror. Great now the muggles is going to think that he is a freak too. Harry let his grip on Dudley fall lose as he felt coldness in him. What was going on? Dudley shriek in terror before running towards the tunnel. Harry followed him closely behind, wand still in hand, in case something freakish happened. Something freakish happened. Screams. Shouts. Warning. Coldness. "Expecto Patronum!" "Harry!" "Mrs Figg?"

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"Dumbledore-san?" Urahara called out and knocked on the door as the two Shinigamis stood outside the door. Ichigo stood beside him in his body, hands in pocket, face fixed as a scowl. "Come in!" The thick slab of stone as a door muffled the words but they heard it nonetheless. Urahara turned the doorknob and stepped into the room. The office is a large circular room with many windows and many moving portraits. There is a number of spindly tables upon which were set delicate looking silver instruments that whirred and emitted small puffs of smoke, as well as an incredible collection of books on brown oak shelves. Behind huge table sat a wise looking old man with a wrinkled, kind face, his eyes shining with constant amusement and white hair and a long, long beard. "Dumbledore-san! My name is Kisuke Urahara and this is Ichigo Kurosaki! We came here under the order of Sou-taichou. I'm sure you know bout Yamamoto-san right." Dumbledore smiled at them and nodded at the two plush chairs at the front of the desk. The two mumbled a thank you and sat down on the chairs. "Mr Urahara and Mr Kurosaki. Yes, I do know Mr Yamamoto. Its nice to meet you." Urahara closed his fan with a smack at the same time losing all his smiles and amusement, only to be taken place by a seldom used serious expression. "Yamamoto-san said something about the dark lord named Voldemort. What do you intend to do about him?"

"Well... First, I would like to invite you into The Order Of the Phoenix. And perhaps transfer you to our school. Then we'll figure everything from there!" Dumbledore said, "Help me protect Harry and help us to win the war! It's as simple at that." Ichigo snorted, "That's pretty general don't you think?" Dumbledore smiled. "That's because Harry and the others are very unpredictable! I hate to see all of our well-laid plans coming to waste!"

Urahara took one of the objects on the table and inspected it. He looked up from the telescope and asked," You said something about the Order of The Phoenix, how exactly are we going to join this organisation?" Dumbledore kept a firm gaze on the mad-scientist and replied, "If I remember correctly, Harry's hearing for using magic outside school would be held on the 12th. Today's the 3rd. Tomorrow the transport unit will move Harry to 12 Grimmauld Place. Perhaps on the 5th I will accompany you to Grimmauld." Urahara nodded his head. "Well then, we'll see you then!" Ichigo and Urahara stood up and shook the headmaster's hand.

"Wait a minute. I have been trying to ask Yamamoto this but what exactly are you guys? You were never in any of our books and that speaks a lot." Out came Urahara's fan with a snap, much to Ichigo's irritation. "Mah mah, lets just say we were humans and leave it at that. We have no intention to ruin your surprise." Ichigo scowled. That was kind of rude. And with one farewell and a grunt, the two left the magical office.