Summary: Normally Hades mortal children were just like any other Demigod child of the Big Three, that is to say extremely powerful but still fully human. However sometimes they were something more. Sometimes they were more attuned with his powers over death and became something else. Harry Potter happens to be one of these children and on his Eleventh birthday he finds himself thrust not into one new world but three of them. Arrancar Harry, Demigod Harry, Powerful Harry. This story is AU for all universes obviously.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Bleach or Percy Jackson. I'm not even sure if I'm the first person with this idea though I've never seen anyone else write a story like this.
Prologue: Hollow Beginnings
Harry sighed as he looked at his watch waiting for the minute hand to reach the twelve. He was currently lying on the floor of the shack he and his 'relatives' were in out in the middle of the ocean. In front of him was a drawing of a cake along with candles that he had drawn for his eleventh birthday, which would be ignored by his 'family' just like every other birthday.
As the clock finally read midnight he was about to blow out the imaginary candles when he felt a burning pain in his chest that stopped him. He rolled onto his back and tore his shirt off so he could get a look at his chest since the pain was only getting worse. He gasped in surprise as he noticed the chain in his chest connected to what appeared to be a gaping hole where his heart should be.
In his panic he grabbed the chain and pulled on it tearing away the chain and leaving behind the hole in his chest. As he screamed in pain from the chain pulling away there was also a high-pitched, inhuman scream that could be heard. If anyone had been looking they would have seen black smoke with a vaguely human face fly out of Harry's lightning bolt shaped scar being the source of the high-pitched scream. As the strange smoke entity flew away from the cottage in the sea a violent green typhoon of energy surrounded Harry.
Inside the violent storm of power Harry's glasses fell off his face as he felt the energy doing something to his body. He wasn't sure what exactly was happening though because he was too focused on the pain. He was aware that the energy was doing something to his eyes though due to a burning sensation in them. After what felt like several hours, though it was probably only several minutes, he felt a new sensation. It was like someone put cool plaster over the top of his head, as well as placing some around his right eye.
After that feeling the energy seemed to die and the plaster instantly felt like it hardened to smooth and hard helmet. He lifted his hand up and felt the mask/helmet combo. He noticed that on the right side above the part where the eyepiece was two horns seemed to protrude. While on the left hand side a Wing like protrusion jutted out. Harry also noticed an elegant sword lying next to him. It looked like a katana with a blood red sheath. The handle had emerald wrappings and the guard seemed odd. The guard was shaped like a circle with a triangle inside it, and where the blade connected to the hilt and guard made a line.
He gripped the handle of the sword that he knew instinctually was his as he heard a ripping noise. It was at this time that his relatives finally awoke, his aunt and uncle coming down the stairs and his cousin waking up on the couch. He noticed that his uncle was holding a shotgun before turning his attention back to the mysterious Tear in space that appeared in the cottage. Out of the tear stepped two rather unique individuals.
Both of them were wearing mostly white outfits with sandals on their feet and both had swords attached to their pants by a belt. Though there were differences in their appearance. The taller one had bright blue hair, what looked like teal make up under his eyes, some kind of jaw fragment on the right side of his face, left his jacket/shirt thing open revealing scar on his chest and a hole in his stomach that was similar to the one in Harry's chest. Harry also noticed that he had blue eyes as the individual looked at him in mild curiosity.
The shorter individual had black hair, a half helmet like thing on his head, green eyes with slit pupils, green tear track like marks running down from his eyes, and unlike his taller companion had his uniform, for that's what it had to be, closed. He was giving Harry's family an uninterested look and neither he nor his companion seemed bothered by his uncle's shotgun. As a matter of fact they seemed to find it amusing that he thought it would do anything as he pointed it at them.
"I don't know who you freaks are but I'm telling you now to leave as you are Trespassing and I will." Vernon was cut off as the shorter individual disappeared and instantly reappeared right in front of him gripping the shotgun's barrel and shattering it in half.
"Be silent trash." With that monotonous statement and the barest amount of force applied to Vernon's chest the short individual sent the fat man crashing into the wall of the shack. Petunia screamed in terror at this but other then that did nothing, Dudley meanwhile was gaping in shock.
The blue haired individual laughing at the scene before he said something to his companion. "That fat tub of lard should consider himself lucky. If it wasn't for all that padding even that weak of a blow would have killed him."
"Enough Grimmjow. Grab the child and lets be on our way." The short one said walking back to the tear with both of his hands back in his pockets.
The now named Grimmjow stepped toward Harry and offered him a hand. "Well come on kid lets leave this place and get you to the place where your changes will be explained to you."
Harry was hesitant until he heard a new voice inside his head. "Go with him my son. Everything will be explained soon." Nodding to himself despite his confusion at being called son by some unknown voice he took Grimmjow's hand and let him pull him up. He followed the two into the tear wondering what was going to happen now.
Shortly after the three left the door to the cottage was knocked down by a Giant man who had come to deliver a certain letter to Harry. Unfortunately he had been held up by the storm that was raging at sea. So when he finally made it to the cottage he was to late and Harry had left with two unknown, and possibly dangerous, individuals. With a heavy sigh the Giant returned to Scotland to inform his employer.
AN: My other stories are currently on Hiatus until I can get inspiration back for them. I felt doing something similar yet different to my other works would help get the juices pumping again. So please be patient with the other stories and I hope you like this new one.
