I now present to you the newest production from the minds of Mira and Skye, and the premier story on our new collab account, Mira-cle Skye. We decided that there aren't enough Bleach and Harry Potter crossovers, so we decided to make our own. We hope you all enjoy it!

Disclaimer: Neither of us own Bleach or Harry Potter. But, I did use my copy of the fifth book as reference for a bit of this.

"This new product is Bloody brilliant!" Fred Weasly exclaimed to his twin brother who sat across the cauldron from him. The contents of said cauldron bubbled and fizzed, bright green in color and smelling none too pleasant.

"I'm with you there, mate." George replied with a grin, sprinkling a dash of a bright purple power into the mixture and stirring it. As a result, the contents of the cauldron turned a deep blue.

"A best seller, we have here." Fred said, adding a rainbow feather.

"Everyone will want one." George added, picking up a phial containing a clear liquid that had swirls of a pale orange in it. The brother grinned at each other as George un-stoppered the phial. Fred looked at what his brother was just about to add.

"George! No! Sto-" But it was too late. There was a bright flash of light that filled the room and both twins shielded their faces from it.

-

"Are you sure about this?" Kurosaki Ichigo eyed the man leaning against the wall skeptically.

"Of course, of course!" Urahara Kisuke replied, snapping open his fan. He stood up from the wall and put the fan away. "Now, are you all ready?" He asked the six people in front of him. Ichigo, Orihime, Rukia, Renji, Ikkaku, and Yumichika were all standing inside a circle pattern with rune like things along the edge.

"Yeah, and you're positive this will bring us to soul society." Renji said.

"Completely." Urahara replied, pulling a phial out of his sleeve that contained a clear liquid with pale orange swirls. "Now let the ritual begin!"

Urahara began chanting in some language they didn't understand, lights began to swirl around the circle and those inside of it. When the light seemed to to be at it's peak, Urahara emptied the contents of the phial onto the ground of the circle. There was a brilliant flash of light that consumed the entire room. As soon as it faded Urahara scanned the room. The six were gone, but he had a sinking feeling. He just knew it, something had gone horribly wrong.

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Harry Potter sighed as he lay in the garden outside number 4 Privet Drive, listening to the news via the window just above his head. His uncle seemed to find it strange that a boy his age would want to know the news. There was a loud bang that reverberated throughout the entire neighborhood- it almost sounded like someone had apparated or disapparated. Harry shot up, cracking his head on the window sill above. He hissed in pain as he held his throbbing skull, lights dancing before his eyes. As soon as the pain subsided a bit, he stood up and ran, just as his uncle was about to grab him.

"What have you done, boy!" his Uncle shouted after the fleeing boy, but Harry ignored him. He was determined to find out what had caused that noise. And he didn't have to go far to find out. Standing in the middle of the street was a group of people, looking very out of place and confused. Their clothing was normal enough- standard muggle attire- but just the look of them was unlike anything he had seen on Privet Drive. Could they possibly be wizards? He wondered with a glimmer of hope in his eyes. They started speaking to each other in some language that Harry didn't understand. So they were foreigners.

"Um, excuses me?" He asked in a quiet tone, tentatively approaching the group of strangers. All eyes were suddenly on him and he took a step back. "Uh, can I help you?" He asked, feeling a bit more confident than a second ago. Most of them just gave him a confused look, like they didn't understand what he had just said.

"Ah, yes." One of them said, stepping forward. She was very short and petite, with shoulder length black hair that flared out at the bottom and a lock of hair across her face and in between her violet eyes. "Could you tell us where we are?" She asked in a very strong accent the origins of Harry could not identify.

"You're on Privet Drive in Little Whinging." He replied.

"And where is that?" The girl asked.

"England, where else." Harry responded. The girl twirled around to face her companions and they began to speak with one another in hushed tones.

"Nani o, imi ha ingurando!?" One of them yelled out, a tall guy with spiky orange hair.

"Hai, ingurando" The girl Harry had spoken to replied calmly. They all went back to their huddling.

"Um, are you all wizards?" Harry dared to ask.

"Wizards? No, we are shinigami." The same girl responded.

"Shinigami?" Harry asked, confused.

"Yes, shinigami. You know, death gods?" the other girl offered. She was taller than the first with long orangish-brown hair and flower shaped pins in her hair. Harry just looked confused.

"Well, it doesn't matter. We must be on our way." The first girl said, "Thank you for your help." She said with a smile, dragging her companions off down the street. Harry just stood there in a dazed state for a minute before he snapped out of his reverie and started walking in the other direction the strangers had gone, thinking about what had just happened. What did they mean by death gods? That was when he spotted Dudley and his friends bidding each other good bye for the day. He grinned, time for his favorite activity on Privet Drive- annoying his cousin.

"Hey, Big D!" He called out to his cousin, and from there the mocking ensued. Eventually they entered an alley on their way back home when everything went black and the temperature dropped. Dudley started panicking and freaking out. But only one thing crossed Harry's mind- what were dementors doing here!? And then he saw them, two of 'em. But before he could even pull out his wand...

"Hollow!" A voice yelled out and the orange haired boy from earlier dropped down from a nearby roof, a gigantic sword in his hand and wearing completely different clothes from before- an all black outfit that was by no means normal looking. He cleaved the hollow attacking Dudley, who had collapsed, clean in two and stabbed the other right in the face. That was when the others from his group ran in.

"Hey! You're those people from earlier!" Harry exclaimed, pointing at Ichigo. All of them froze.

"You can see him?" The first girl asked him, sounding very surprised.

"Yeah, why would I not be able to?" Harry asked.

"Well this is certainly a surprise," the dark haired girl from earlier said solemnly. "I was not expecting this at all."

"Well something here is off," Harry ran a hand through his hair.

"Did you see those hollows that attacked you too, then?" The girl asked.

"Hollows? What are those? The things that attacked me were dementors." Harry replied.

"Dementors?"

"Yeah. You know... they're like magical prison guards, only much scarier."

"I'm pretty sure that was a hollow." The girl stated.

"And I'm pretty sure it was a dementor." Harry retorted, "I mean, didn't you see all the blackness, the cold, the feeling of never being happy again?" The girl just looked at him, confused. Harry sighed, "This is going no where fast..."

"Harry! Are you all right!?" someone yelled from the other side of the alley. They all looked to see none other than Mrs. Figg standing there, looking frightened and harried. "Who are those people?"

"Oh! Mrs. Figg, I didn't hear you coming. Uh, these are... um... people I met at the park," He grimaced at his own lie.

"B-but what are they doing here! And what happened to the dementors!?"

"What dementors?" This lie was getting really hard to carry on his own. Harry rubbed the back of his neck, "And we were just going out for food, I guess."

"But I swore..."

"And wait, how do you know about dementors!?" Harry asked, suddenly realizing that fact.

"T-That doesn't matter now. Come with me, and bring your 'friends' along with you I suppose."

Harry sighed. "Fine. Can someone help me carry Dudley?" The first girl turned and said something that sounded like a command to two of the boys in their group, one being the orange haired boy who was mysteriously back in his old clothes and the other boy was just as tall with red hair in a pony tail and tattoos on his head and face. The two sighed and hoisted up Dudley between them. The ragtag group then set out, heading for Harry's house.

"We have to get to Hogwarts..." Harry muttered, "This is going to be bloody aweful when Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia see what happened..."

How did you all like it!? Skye has nothing to say and neither do I, really. So until next time, Ja ne!