Harry Potter, Shadow Shinigami

Summary: Adopted from PsychoticKisshu. Female Harry. Harry could always see creatures that no one else could see and have abilities that no one had. Also, when she grows older, she is somewhat insane (the good type of insanity too). Pairings unknown.

Chapter 1 of men in weird clothes and white monsters

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Bleach or of Harry Potter. I really wished that I did, but sadly I do not. So please don't sue.

"Talking"

'Thinking'

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Harry was always a curious little girl, and she knew it very well. She also knew well enough not to show it. She also knew not to ask questions, because that would get her a swat on the head. She had also learned to not reveal that she was smarter than Dudley, (even if she was) 'cuz that would get her a beating. Freaks weren't s'pposed to be smart. Nor where they s'pposed to be seen, or heard. Those were the rules that her Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon beaten in to her head.

Harry was small for her age, smaller than the rest of the children in her age group. Her eyes were an emerald green color that lit up whenever she is away from her so called family. Thanks to her Aunt, her hair was always cut short like a boy's and they would give her, her cousin's second hand clothes to wear, that made her look more like a boy than a girl. Only with her face, one could tell that she was a girl.

Harry knew that she was different, that she could make things happen if she concentrated hard enough. And she knew that she had to keep these things secret. If anyone found out, they'd tell her aunt and uncle and they'd beat her and lock her in the cupboard without food for being 'freaky'. This, as far as Harry was concerned was uncalled for, not that anyone asked her, of course. Harry was glad to have these abilities whenever she got a beating from her Uncle as she could heal them straight away.

Harry sighed and kicked a pebble down the sidewalk as she continued to walk. She just wished that she had something to eat at least as her stomach began to hurt as it was a long time since she last ate something. The Dursleys were having a party to celebrate Vernon's promotion at work and they'd told her that she was not allowed back in the house till the next morning. These types of celebrations or any celebrations, in the matter of fact, ends up with her staying outside in the nearby park for the night and this happen about every two weeks. And its usually for something very stupid. Upon hearing this, she had headed to the park nearby. It was near a forest and there were plenty of hidey-holes for a small person in a forest, she knew this personally as she'd explored the forest many times before. They make good place to hide in, whenever her cousin, Dudley and his so called gang, chases her with the intent of beating her until she bled or until they were bored of it.

CRASH.

Harry jumped in both surprise and shock at hearing the loud noise and looked over in curiosity. Then her eyes widened in both surprise and fear. There was a large monster getting back to its feet a few feet away from her. The monster was as big as a house and had a large hole through its torso. It was also wearing an elaborate white mask that covered its whole head. Its body was made up of different colors and had patterns all over it. Harry swallowed nervously. This thing…whatever it was, was bad, very, very bad and Harry had the feeling that if the monster saw her, she'd be in BIG trouble.

Movement in the corner of the park caught her eyes as it drew her attention away from the monster. There was a man standing across from the monster, he was wearing weird black clothes, socks with sandals, and he had a white cloak with black diamonds on its hem and a sword in his hand.

He had wavy brown hair and wore glasses, so Harry couldn't see his eyes. She could see that the man was wounded and was NOT happy about it, even though his face didn't show anything. Unlike the monster - which was really creeping Harry out, the man, Harry felt, could be trusted…to a certain point.

Harry somehow knew that this man had his own goals, his own agenda. He had plots within plots, and nobody would suspect anything without him letting them. Harry knew that the two in front of her were very dangerous - but the man, for all his seeming gentleness and polite mask, was the truly dangerous one here as he could destroy anyone without them knowing any better. Harry jumped when suddenly the man moved and the monster exploded into tiny bits that faded out of existence slowly. Then the man stopped moving as he frowned and poked at his arm carefully and grimaced in pain somewhat. Harry guessed that the man hadn't planned to get hurt and wasn't happy that the monster had managed to draw blood.

Harry knew that she could heal the man, but she wasn't sure if she should expose herself as it could be very dangerous to so and it would call unwanted attention to herself that she did not need. She knew she wasn't supposed to have seen their fight. She knew she wasn't supposed to see the man, but she did and that is what scared her. Other people could be looking straight at him and not see, hear or touch him and they would be safe up to a point in their lives. Harry bet that she could walk away like nothing had happened, but she did wonder what would happen in the case that she did show herself. She didn't think it would be a very good idea and so she turned to go into the forest and into one of her hidey holes until she was sure that the man was gone from the park. Unfortunately, her movement didn't go unnoticed by the man. The man instantly turned to look at her and Harry froze, terrified and unsure of what to do now that she had been spotted.

The man frowned at this action and started to move in Harry's direction. Harry promptly moved back as she got the feeling of her body back.

Harry threw him a wary glance and darted back into the forest. The man was big and she was small - and also knew the forest like the back of her hand. She'd be able to hide from the man and not be found. She knew that she could hide very well, and nobody could find her if she didn't want to be found - provided she was in one of her hidey-holes.

Harry moved quickly, and with assurance that she could loose him. Seeing one of her hidey-holes nearby, she looked over her shoulder quickly, and not seeing the man, darted in and concentrated on not being found.

AN: I want to thank 'psychoticKisshu' letting me adopt this story. I hope that you all like it. Please review and tell me what you think of it. Have a nice day, everyone.

Side Note: I am working on chapter two for 'The Fox's Sword' and hopefully it would be posted by either Sunday or Monday.