A/N: I saw all the other stories about Harry Potter/Bleach crossovers and I decided to make one of my own. I am going to make this Lost and Found style. Those of you who have read my story 'Lost and Found', good for you. You know what that story is about. Those of you who haven't, oh well. Please read that story before you read this one. It WILL give you all the necessary information you need to know. Enjoy!

I'm also going to change Toushirou and Ami's heights a bit, and other things, but they won't be that important. Hope you don't mind.

Here's the key:

Normal words – Story

Italicized words – flashbacks, emphasized words

Bolded Words – Japanese (Japanese by itself will be normal.)

{Words in Braces} – Conversation with Suzushouka/Hyourinmaru

'Words in Single Parenthesis' – thoughts

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Chapter 1: The Blazing Sun Valley

"Everyone's staring at you, Harry," Neville muttered the obvious to his friend, Harry. People were looking at out of the compartment windows with their faces literally pressed against the glass.

Harry sighed and said to him, "I'm well aware of that, Neville. But thanks for telling me."

Ginny, who was with them, hustled them on. "Come on. We better hurry if we want to save Ron and Hermione good seats." Ron and Hermione were at a prefect meeting.

All of the compartments, except for one, were all full. The one empty compartment, however, was occupied by two lone figures, sitting by the window. One of them, a boy, as Harry could tell by his build, was sleeping, judging by his posture. And the other, a girl, again by her build, did not look like she was sleeping. She was simply staring out of the window. She and the boy were sitting on different sides.

The girl had skin that was a crossed between paled and tanned. She also had unusually white, shoulder-length hair, in which was an baby-blue colored ribbon, in place like a headband, but it was tied behind her neck. She was wearing white, formfitting jean shorts that went down to her knees and a formfitting sky blue tank top. The outfit showed off her curves, which Neville though was kinda sexy. He blushed when he figured out what he was thinking. Completing the outfit were black sandals and a white short-sleeved jacket with a hood. Harry crooked his head to see the color of her eyes, but he couldn't see them, no matter what he did. Fortunately and unfortunately, the girl noticed Harry straining his neck to look at her, and she turned her head.

"It's alright," she said. "I don't bite." She noticed Neville looking fearfully at the boy. "Neither does he. Don't worry."

Harry finally noticed her eyes. They were a bright teal color. They were so bright, that Harry thought it was the sun playing tricks on him. Anybody could easily loose themselves in those eyes. How could Harry tell? Because he did. He couldn't help it. They were so beautifully hypnotizing.

Ginny finally snapped him out of his trance and motioned him to sit down. He sat down beside Ginny, who was beside the girl. Neville sat down beside Harry.

That was when Harry got a good look at the boy. His skin was also pale but tanned. He really was sleeping, so his eyes were closed. He was wearing blue jeans and a long-sleeved black jacket, and the hood was covering his face and hair.

Neville was staring frighteningly at the boy, as if he were a gross bug. The girl, again, noticed.

"Sorry if he seems intimidating. He can be most of the time. But, don't worry. When he looses that bad temper of his, I'm there to calm him down. It's okay." The girl really wanted Neville to calm down, but no avail.

A few minutes later, Ron and Hermione came in.

"Hello," Hermione said cheerfully.

But Ron said, "Who's that?" He had noticed the girl. Hermione slapped his arm.

"Oh, Ron, stop that! Don't be rude to strangers!" She said, as she sat down beside the boy and Ron beside her.

"Oh, it's alright. I get it a lot because of my weird and unusual features," the girl said.

"I can see why," Ron whispered under his breath.

"Oh, Ron, shut it!" Ginny scolded him.

"Yes, Mum," Ron said. He turned to Harry. "Oh, Harry. Guess who the new Syltherin prefect is?"

"Malfoy," Hermione said before Harry could actually guess.

"Yeah!" Ron said. "What was Professor Dumbledore thinking? Out of all people, he had to choose Mal–!"

Ron's colorful speech was interrupted by a girl with blonde, almost white hair and blue-silver eyes.

"Hello. May I sit here? Everywhere else is full," she asked in a dreamy voice.

"Does this really look empty to you?" Ron muttered under his breath. Hermione hit him on the head. "OW!"

"Serves him right…" the girl muttered under her breath in a language that no one understood. "He's such a bully…"

"What did you say?" Ron asked.

"Yeah, you can sit here," the girl said to Luna with a cheerful smile that everyone could tell was not a fake, and completely ignoring Ron. Luna smiled back and sat down beside Ron, completely filling up the compartment.

There was an awkward silence for a few seconds, before Ginny cleared her throat. "Everyone, this is Loony," she coughed, "Luna Lovegood. She's in my year, but in Ravenclaw." She pointed to the following respective people. "Luna, these are my friends from Gryffindor: Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Ron Weasley, my brother…" when she got to Harry, Luna interrupted.

"And you're Harry Potter."

"Thanks, I know I am."

"You hate those rumors about you." The white-haired girl's question was more like a statement, but by the tone of her now stern voice, she wanted an answer.

"Yeah, I do. How'd you know?" He asked.

She turned back to the window before she answered, shrugging her shoulders. "Just a guess."

Luna turned to the girl. "And you are?"

"Oh, I'm–" Before the girl could go on, a loud ringing filling the compartment. Only Harry and Hermione realized what the ringing was. It was from a cell phone.

The sleeping boy gave a sudden jolt when his phone rang. The hood fell back at his sudden movement, answering Harry's suspicious questions.

The boy, like the girl, also had white hair, which was spiked, and his bangs framed his face in an artistic manner. He also had pale but tanned skin. He seemed about 4'9", while the girl seemed about 4'6". His eyes were also teal, but the emotions in them were concealed. It was hard to decipher anything in those eyes. Hermione and Ginny's cheeks were tinted pink, and Ron was angry at this.

The boy didn't seem to notice all the stares aimed at him. He just took out his cell phone, flipped it open, and jammed it to his ear. The ringing stopped but they all heard something much worse.

"OH, TAICHOU!" The girl covered her ears to stop them from bleeding. Everyone jumped and the boy fumbled.

The boy irritated growled out, "Matsumoto, what do you want?"

His deep and low voice seemed to be speaking the same language as the girl's light and cheerful yet somewhat sad voice during the earlier incident.

Hermione looked confused, but then she looked like she was enlightened. "It's Japanese," she mouthed to Harry.

The boy furiously bellowed out a non-stop strip of supposedly Japanese into the phone. Everyone, save the girl, was amazed.

After a few more words of angry Japanese, the boy flipped his cell phone shut and looked around the compartment and the stares.

"…What?" He demanded.

"Nii-san, be nice," the girl said, with a stern voice and also a face to match.

He looked over stoically at her. She raised an eyebrow.

"Nii-san…" she said again. "Be. Nice."

"Well, who are you?" Ron sputtered out.

"Doesn't matter…" The boy started, until the girl slapped him on the head. "Ow…"

"My name is Hitsugaya Ami," the girl said with a smile, sticking out her hand for one of them to shake. Her happy look returned to a bored one. "And this idiot here is my older brother." She pointed her thumb at the boy, whose eyebrow twitched.

"Are you two new here?" Hermione asked. "I don't think I've seen you before…"

"Yeah," Ami said.

"Welcome to Hogwarts! What's your year, by the way?" Hermione cheerfully said.

"Isn't it common courtesy to introduce oneself first?" The boy had a irk mark.

Ron butted in. "Don't be so rude! She's just trying to be friendly, you know that!" He shouted angrily.

The boy was ready with an answer instantly. "I'm pretty sure my words were well within the book of etiquette. And yes, I'm completely aware of that. Anyway, you just interrupted her. That's polite." Ami giggled at that. He turned to her. "Ami, please, shut up."

"Why you–!" Ron was angrier than last time.

At the same time, Ami said, "Yes, Nii-san."

"Stop it, Ron. He was being polite all the time," Hermione said. "Sorry about him. I guess he's a bit moody today. Anyways, I'm Hermione Granger and I'm in my fifth year. These are my friends: Ginny Weasley, in her fourth year, Luna Lovegood, also in fourth year, Ron Weasley, in his fifth year, Neville Longbottom, in his fifth year, and Harry in his fifth year."

"The one we're looking for," Ami said to her brother. He nodded.

He remembered in the information folder that Harry usually stayed with the Weasley's. He hadn't read the whole folder, just about two-thirds of it. He had paperwork that Matsumoto didn't do, and Ami was too busy to help him.

Everyone was staring, waiting for him to introduce himself. He internally sighed.

"Hitsugaya Toushirou, studying fifth year."

"And of course you know my name, and I'm studying fourth year," Ami said.

They were all happy about it.

"You're transfer students, right?" Ginny asked. Toushirou nodded.

"I would like to be called Hitsugaya, thanks," he said coolly. Ginny tried to hide her blush.

Ami merely rolled her eyes. "Why am I the youngest?" She turned to Ginny. "Just call him Toushirou." She leaned in to whisper. "He hates it when you call him by his first name, but his anger is kind of amusing to see, especially if you call him 'Shiro-chan'. Trust me."

Ginny smiled and laughed.

{I think I found a new friend, Suzu.}

{That's great Ami-sama!} Suzushouka told her master. {That's perfect for your mission! For your mission to go well, wouldn't it be reasonable to get to know Harry's closest friends first?}

{Yeah, Hoshi-dono told me that. He's the one who gave me this mission in the first place and gave me those file folders. I had to study at least three years of Hogwarts curriculum before getting to know about Harry and his friends, or just friends, I should say.}

{Yeah, you didn't get to read Harry's file folder yet. That's kind of a shame.}

"Well, well…look what we have here…"

Ami's conversation was interrupted by a boy. Or, I should say, a Slytherin boy and his two cronies.

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A/N: I got the idea for the first chapter from reading xxIciclebloomxx's story. I swear, I'm not stealing. It was all her idea. I'm just simply borrowing. The next chapter will be all my ideas. Believe me.