Magic and Reiatsu: Prologue
A/N: I have read many Harry Potter fanfiction stories. I've been a fan of Bleach since the second season. I haven't seen any try this kind of story where reiatsu and magic have a close relationship. I've had this story bounce around for a long time, and have shaped an idea that has created this story. A vast AU of Bleach and medium AU Harry Potter, it will be confusing, but will clear up as the story progresses. Please review and enjoy.
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Rescue
Hoofbeats break the silence of the night, the horse blending in the shadows of the night, the full moon contrasting sharply with a horse and rider walking quietly through the woods. The animal snorts, tossing his head restlessly as a hand reaches down and pats him, she knew he wanted to run, but in an area filled with magic and purebloods, it was better to stay as quiet and invisible as possible.
The figure snorts herself, sitting easily on the animals back as the sword hits her hip with every movement. She knew that the purebloods hated the shignami for their existence. They believed them to be as dark as the figures that terrorized the night on a full moon.
A small movement flitted through the trees, and she shakes her head slightly at the movement, the worries of werewolves being only a small concern with two of the pack keeping watch for her. The horse suddenly stumbles, almost going to his knees and flinging her to his neck as she grabs onto handfuls of mane to keep on, cursing for a moment her inattention, she pulls on the reins, steadying him and patting him. "Easy, old boy, we still have a long way to go, Night." She says the nickname affectionately, ruffling his mane as Night continues on.
Sara…
Sara jerks out of her thoughts, pulling gently on the reins as she hears one of the pack calling to her. She tilted her head, wondering what Morningdew has seen to make it so urgent to call her in such territory. What is it? She thinks back, her mind automatically reaching out to Morningdew to communicate with her.
I need your help; a pup is in danger, at Potter manor.
Sara curses silently, sitting indecisively in the saddle. The Potters were one of the worst bigots out there about anything dark. Especially about shignami and what they stood for. Her mentor and father Urahara Kisuke expressly forbidden her to ever set foot in the territory, not only out of fear of what the Potter's would do to her, but also the retaliation of not only the family, but the Ministry of Magic if a shignami were ever seen around their precious "Boy who Lived".
You know we're forbidden from going in there. Kisuke said himself that he would never in fear of another war between the wizards and shignami. The last raid was ten years ago, a whole town murdered, he said he doesn't want it to happen again, no matter what the reason is. Exasperation and worry ran through her voice, she didn't want to see another part of her friends and family murdered, especially at the fault of her own hands.
I am invoking the law of the pack, and insist that we help this pup. The pup is in massive danger and is on the brink of death amongst far worst things.
A deep bass rumble is heard next to the soft gentle voice insisting on the help of the pack leader, sounding bigger, meaner, and more dominant with each word. I second the motion and hereby put the action in motion that we save the pup.
A sigh is heard from Sara, then: With the decree passed down and seconded, the enforcement of the law of the pack, Whenever a pup is in danger, no matter what breed/race/danger, the pup will be saved and judged by the pack at a later date is enforced. It is decided.
Sara dismounts, getting a lead rope from her saddlebag before tying Night to a nearby tree with it, then unsheathing her sword and taking a few steps away from him. She lets out another breath, then whispers: "Bankai… Thousand Howling Wolves."
Her fingers let go of the hilt as soon as the last word is uttered. Howling shatters the serenity of the night, the sword breaking into a thousand pieces as the full moon lights up the woods, a cliff appearing as a red eyed demon of a wolf appears, leading hundreds of wolves behind him as Sara transforms, stretching her front legs before walking over to the lead wolf and sniffing noses with him.
"Greetings Uremetsu, I hope you and the rest of the pack have been hunting well recently." She says softly, Uremetsu bowing his head in acknowledgement of the leader of the pack before taking his side a little behind her and to the right.
"Yes, hunting has been well and the prey has been flourishing." He says quietly, adjusting his long stride as he and her lead the pack towards the giant gates. A tingle passes through them, but it is ignored as the rest of the pack follows, wards for a wizard to be stopped were never a problem for a shignami. Sara jumps through the narrow opening between the bars, pausing for a moment as her nostrils flared, sniffing for any signs of life or danger. Smelling none, she twists her head around, ears swiveling all over the place confused as to what the danger was to be so great that it put in danger a long standing truce between a wizard and a shignami.
Over here, in the backyard, hurry, I can't hold him off much longer.
Sara breaks into a run, sensing urgency in the words as she turns around the corner. Only the wolf instinct of not showing weakness in front of the pack keeps her from stopping in horror at the scene in front of her eyes.
A full-grown werewolf, frothing at the mouth towering over a little boy who at the most looked no older than two years old, Sara's fur bristles on end, seeing the boys mouth open, but no screams coming out as she barrels towards the werewolf. Her eyes seeing the wolf that the voice guiding her over came from along with another wolf trying to hold the werewolf off and barely succeeding standing between the boy and the threat.
Sara leaps up, only to get batted aside like a fly and come crashing hard down onto the hard concrete of the ground. Dazed, she shakes her head, circling carefully now as the pack forms a circle, protecting the boy and keeping either from escaping the fight. She lunges again, moving for a leg and biting down as hard as she can as a yelp is emitted from the creature. He grabs her by the scruff in his jaws and shaking her violently before letting go.
She staggers weakly to her feet, blood dripping slowly on the ground from the nasty bite, she snarls, white standing out against the blood of her opponent as she grabs his leg again, this time chomping down hard, hearing a deafening crack of bone against her teeth. The yelp turns into a howl, a paw slamming down from above and a deafening crack is heard from her rib cage as she lets go, panting, her tongue dripping blood as the werewolf staggers, trying to keep on one leg while the other dangles uselessly.
A crash is heard as the dark creature falls, still snarling defiantly as Sara lunges forward, this time aiming for the throat and the two wrestle, front paws locked with each other as each try to aim for the throat to finish the other off. She throws her weight against the opponent, using his crippled leg as support to push him over and bite down on his throat.
Blood pours into her mouth as the werewolf snarls defiantly, paws smashing into her sides and thrashing as he stands up. He quickly falls back down again as the blood loss and crippled leg weakens him enough to keep him from standing, nearly crushing his opponent to death in the process. His thrashing gets weaker, and then finally stops.
Sara holds on for a few more minutes, ensuring the werewolf is dead before letting go. She raises her head to the sky and lets out a long howl, one of victory and ensuring that she is still the leader of the pack. She then transforms back and staggers to her feet, gingerly holding her side and neck where the worst of the injuries are. She rips off part of her jacket and starts to try and bind them before…
Sara, we need to go, now. The lights are on in the house. Uremetsu's urgent voice fills her head as she curses quietly, holding her ribs gingerly as she goes and picks up the small boy nearly forgotten in the fight, wincing as her ribs protest such movement. "Hold them off; I'm going to get him out of here." She says quietly to the pack, which turns towards the house.
She turns and starts to walk away when a sharp tug stops her, she turns around, and wondering who in the pack would be stopping her now. Her eyebrows go down in bewilderment as she sees none of the pack behind her. Confused, she searches the area, finally noticing a chain attached to a sturdy post leading to where she is.
Her eyes travel upwards, to the small boy in her arms. He had apparently gone into shock when the fight started, that could be treated later, but the confusion of why she couldn't leave the yard with the boy. Her eyes widen in horror to see the chain attached to a collar on the boy's neck, her fingers going and removing the chain. "And I thought the Potter's were bastards before." She says softly, hearing the door bang open and moving quickly to the fence, her reiatsu powering her enough to clear the fence as a curse passes seconds later where her feet just left.
Spells fly past her and the pack, most of the pack jumping in to take the hits and the rest being dodged. Sara holds tightly to the boy as she reaches the woods, grabbing Night's halter as his eyes roll wildly in fear, a ring of white surrounding them as he jerks against the rope tied to the tree holding him. She quickly puts the boy on his back; she undoes the knot and rope before scrabbling on, her injuries and urgency making her clumsy.
Before she can even sit into the saddle, Night bolts, his hooves slamming into the ground as panic overtakes him. She scrabbles for the reins and stirrups, holding on with her legs as more curses pass, some missing only by inches. Her feet finally find the stirrups and slam into them, finding some support as another curse whizzes by her ear.
Hoofbeats are heard and she looks back, cursing as she sees Potter's minions chasing her on horseback and the curses coming more accurate and deadlier than before. She grabs Nights reins and yanks his head harshly to the right, him squealing in protest at the harsh treatment as his body follows. A curse flies by his legs, the burning smell of horsehair from his tail telling how close it was to hitting the agile horse.
He thunders into the nearest town, the hoofbeats still distant as Sara's feet slam into the ribs of Night, pushing the spooked and tired horse to go faster from her pursuers. A gasp of relief leaves her, seeing a warehouse rapidly coming into view. "Come on, boy… Only a few more strides." She says encouragingly, her hands holding the small boy tightly in her arms as the last strides into the place that will keep her and the boy safe.
"SANCTUARY! LEVEL FIVE! ASKED BY SARA KISUKE, FRIEND AND HONARARY SISTER OF THE SHIGNAMIS AND VIZARDS! NEEDED IMMEDIATELY!" Her breaths come in gasps of agony, pulling heavily on the reins to stop Night as his head jerks up in protest, his eyes rolling as he stops, half rearing in protest at the harsh treatment.
A heartbeat of silence, then…
"Granted…"
Barriers shimmer and slam into place, barriers used in the last confrontations of wizards to keep them from slaughtering more shignamis and vizards. She collapses as soon as she feels the tingle of the barriers, tumbling off the horse like a ragdoll, the toll of her injuries and exhaustion finally taking its place as the boy, the one she risked everything to save, follows her.
The only thing heard in the now silence of the seemingly empty warehouse is the squeals of horses and shouts of rage outside.
TBC…
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A/N: I hoped you like it; again, this is a massive AU. And yes, things will be explained later.