Fem! Harry is Tia Harribel's Reincarnation. Inspired in part by 'Waiting in Sin' by jehricosPhantom. Mostly with the aspect of Harriet being a Pseudo-Shinigami/Arrancar, with her Zanpakuto being Tiburon. Features Genre-savviness from Harribel, Manipulative!Dumbledore.

In this Story, Harribel died from blood loss and stomach acid dissolving her other vitals, after Aisen slashed her during her battle Against Hitsugaya because Orihime didn't get there in time. Thousand year Blood war arc is Discounted from canon in this story. I apologies in advance for any OOC-ness (especially from Harriet/Harribel) my logic is, now she has her heart back, she can be more compassionate, but is still stoic (she also doesn't wear glasses). I have tried to vary the phrasing but still keep the conversations and such true to the book. I might refer to Harribel as 'Tia' more than some people are used to, just sayin'.

May or may add a second chapter. If I did continue then it is unlikely for there to be any romantic pairings.

Updated 26/4/12. to include separation lines

Updated 29/4/12. to edit quidditch part.

Updated 19/06/12 to edit translation, Thanks Ofuno!

Anyway, don't like = don't Read.

"I am talking"

'I am thinking'

"Speaking in Espanol"

"Zanpakuto Speaking"(Towards end)


The black haired girl sat up suddenly, clutching her stomach. She could still remember Aisen's 'betrayal' well. While the Arrancar had still been cold from the Attacks of the Shinigami Captain she'd fought during that last battle when he sliced through her stomach with his Kyoga Suigetsu.

"Harriet, Get up!" That was Her Aunt Petunia. Tia Relaxed back into the Small Mattress that she slept on, cherishing the few seconds before Aunt Petunia Would Return and demand she cook Breakfast. She rubbed her aqua coloured eyes. She heard a stamping noise and realised that it was her Cousin, Dudley, stamping down the stairs. There was only one reason he would be awake this early, Tia realised with a flash of horror. It was Dudley's birthday. Of course, how could she forget? She waited for the stamping on the stairs to stop, paused for a few seconds, and then flung open the cupboard door as fast as she could so that it smacked Dudley in the kneecap. She jumped out and shut the door before Dudley could recover and practically sprinted into the kitchen.


Tia watched the Snake fondly during their conversation; it reminded her of her former fraccion.

"Dudley! Mr Dursley! You won't believe what this Snake is Doing!" it was Dudley's Ratty friend Piers Polkis. Dudley came waddling up and elbowed Tia in the ribs.

"Curse this pathetic pre-teen body" Tia said under her breath as she crashed to the floor. Dudley and Piers had their hands flat against the glass ogling the Brazilian boa constrictor. Then suddenly, they had leapt back, Tia saw the reason immediately. The glass case had vanished from around the constrictor. The snake was slithering out onto the reptile house's floor.

"Thankssss, Amigo" it said with a hiss.

"You should head for the Sewers" Tia said.

"Brazil, here I come." Hissed the Snake as it slithered past Tia towards a sewer grate as screams broke out in the Reptile house.


The letter was addressed as Follows:

Ms H. Potter

The cupboard under the stairs

4 Privet drive

Little Whinging

Surrey

Tia Harribel stood by the front door in shock. Someone had sent her a letter. She couldn't think of anyone who would use this sort of paper except people from her time as an Espada. But how would the Soul society know she were there? Tia walked absent mindedly back into the Kitchen, turning over the Letter and saw a wax seal. Suddenly, Tia felt it being wrenched from her by Aunt Petunia.

"Excuse me!" Tia said indignantly. "That is mine." But Aunt Petunia Wasn't listening, she was showing Uncle Vernon, Who reminded Tia very much of Yammy Llagro, except instead of muscle he had fat.

"Go to your cupboard, now! Dudley, go, just go." He said as aunt Petunia stewarded them out of the room and locked the door. Tia and Dudley had a furious but silent fight over who listened at the keyhole. Eventually, Dudley had taken the keyhole when he had pulled Tia's hair. Tears forming in the corners of her eyes, Tia lay down on the floor to listen through the crack between the door and floor. She again silently cursed her weakness.

"Vernon, look at the Address. How could they possibly know where she sleeps?" Petunia said quaveringly.

"We have to ignore it Petunia, I'm not having one in the house" Vernon said with a Snarl.

Tia and Dudley scattered then, as they heard Vernon walking towards the door.


Tia Harribel stood in shock, looking up into the eyes of a man at least three metres tall, he had to be taller than Nnoitra, although at least 5 times as wide.

"Couldn't make us a cuppa tea could ya?" the Giant said to the Dursleys. "Ahh, never mind" he said as he wrenched the rifle from uncle Vernon's hands and tied it into a knot; the Dursleys let out a soft squeak and ran into the other room. The giant sat down on the couch and it strained under his weight. He turned his attention to Tia.

"My name is Hagrid, and you must be Harriet."

"Yes" she answered simply. She didn't think it wise to trust Hagrid right away.

"You're a Witch, Harriet." Hagrid said.

"What? But that's not possible." Tia was trying to remain calm, these accusations were utterly ridiculous.

"Heh, Harriet Potter, not a Wizard? Haven't you ever made things happen, sometimes when you were angry? Or scared?" Tia thought about this; Chased by Dudley's Gang, she had found herself out of their reach on a chimney; she thought that might have been sonido. And when she had been angry, and protective of that boa constrictor, hadn't she set it free?

She turned to Hagrid with one eyebrow Raised. She had to admit, there were incredible things in the world, and she had direct experience with some of it.


Hagrid ushered Tia out into the Leaky Cauldron's courtyard. She was famous, that would be troublesome if the soul society was looking for her, and she didn't know how they would handle a former Espada. She decided to leave her hair black for now; she had been planning to bleach it blond since she was two years old, but the Dursleys wouldn't have abided by it. It didn't warrant thinking about it at the moment, so Harribel put it from her mind.

"Welcome" said Hagrid "to Diagon Alley" it was a good thing she had, because the sight that met her eyes was like nothing she had ever seen. Shops stacked high with cauldrons and carts piled high with goods. Through windows she could see brooms, owls, robes and books. Hagrid and Tia made their way towards the large white marble building at the end of the alley


Still puzzled about the package Hagrid had taken from vault 713, Tia Harribel Stepped into "Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions."

"Hogwarts? We've got another being fitted in the back" said a Witch, who was evidently madam Malkin. Harribel went around to the back and stepped up onto a stool beside a boy with slicked back blond hair.

"Hullo" he said "Hogwarts too?"

"That is Correct" Tia Replied monotonaly.

"My father is next door buying books, and my mother is up the street checking owls" the boy drawled, "after that I'm going to drag them off to look at the racing brooms. First years should be allowed them in school; I don't see why, I'll bully father into getting me one and smuggle it in. have you got your own broom?" the boy's attitude seemed similar to Dudley's.

"No" Harribel said simply.

"Play Quidditch at all?" the boy drawled on

"No" Harribel repeated.

"My father says it's a crime if I'm not chosen for my house team, which will obviously be Slytherin…" the Boy noticed Hagrid outside, holding two ice creams to say he couldn't come in. "I say, who is that man?"

"That's Hagrid, he is accompanying me." Tia said in response, she had become slightly annoyed at the boy's attitude and was deeply wishing to leave the shop soon.

"Why's he with you? Where are your parents?" the boy said, snapping out of his drawl for a few seconds.

"They're dead" Tia said monotonously.

"Oh, sorry…" they boy didn't seem so as he slid back into his drawl.

Harribel was relieved that, at that moment, the robe maker said that she was finished.


About half an hour later, the shopping was all but finished; all Tia needed now was…

"A Wand" she read from the list in her hand that had come with the letter, as she carried the snowy owl's cage in the other one.

"Ollivander's is just over there." Hagrid pointed out, and Tia followed him through the crowded street to the door beside a window showing a single wand on a cushion. A bell made a small chinking as they entered the shop. The air in here seemed charged, the wands had some sort of power, but it wasn't Reiatsu. Harribel Started looking around at the shear multitude of boxes that resided on many book cases around the back of the shop and Hagrid took a seat on a chair beside the door.

"Good afternoon," Said a voice from behind the counter, startling both Tia and Hagrid. And a man with startlingly silver hair and eyes walk out to stand in the centre of the room.

"Hello, um, we are here to buy my wand." Tia said as she stared at the man's hair, it was exactly the same shade as Gin's, but much more frizzy. She snapped out of this strange state when the man, Ollivander, spoke.

"Harriet Potter, I remember when your parents bought their wands. You mother: ten and a quarter inches, swishy, Willow and Unicorn Tail hair. Your father however: eleven inches, pliable, mahogany, and Dragon Heartstring." The strange man pulled out a tape measure and his eyes darted to the scar on Tia's forehead. "I am sorry to say that I sold the wand that did it. Thirteen and a half inches, unwavering, Yew, Phoenix Tail feather." His eyes left the scar and he pulled out a tape measure "hold out your Dominant arm please" Harribel did so, and the tape measure flitted out of Ollivander's hand and began taking measurements. Ollivander on the other hand, had begun pulling wand cases off the shelves.

"Eleven inches, Supple, Holly, and Phoenix tail feather" the pile of tried wands was rather big now. As soon as the wand was clasped in her hand, Tia felt strange warmth coming from her fingers and swished the wand making blue sparks shoot from the end. She knew she had the right wand.

"Excellent, wonderful!" Ollivander said, then, as he was wrapping Tia's new wand, he started muttering under his breath. "Curious… very curious…"

"Excuse me, Mr Ollivander, but what is it that you find curious?" She had had enough of his mysterious act during the wand trials.

"The Phoenix whose feather is inside your wand gave another feather. That in itself is strange, but it is curious that you should have this wand, when its sister, gave you that scar." The Eyes of the man Starred pointedly at Tia's scar at the last word.

"That is Curious… why would my wand be the sister of Voldemort's?" she agreed, noting that Ollivander as well winced slightly at the name.

"What I am sure, is that we can expect great things from you Harriet Potter. For You-know-who did great things, terrible, yes, but great."


The Dursley's car pulled off from dropping Tia off, the three passengers laughing manically. Seeing no way to go back, she went forwards and into Kings-Cross Station. She couldn't figure out how to get to Platform 9¾. At least, she couldn't until a red haired middle aged woman passed her, Harribel caught a few words of her conversation.

"…Packed with Muggles of course…" Tia had heard Hagrid use that word to describe non wizarding people. Harribel decided to follow the People with Flaming Red hair. The group stopped in front of the side of one of the massive archways.

"Go on Percy" said the woman, as the tallest of the several boys behind her leaned his trolley against the wall and, it seemed to Harribel that he had just slipped right through it, as if it were made of water.

"Fred, George, you next." a pair of twins slipped through the wall, and Tia stepped up and spoke before the last boy could go through.

"Excuse me, but is this the way to Platform nine and three quarters?"


The train started moving, as Tia sat down in her empty compartment. Savouring the brief moment of peace she opened a book, before the compartment door slid open and one of the red haired boys from the platform spoke.

"Can I sit here, everywhere else is full"

"Sure" Tia said, she knew he was lying, she had seen a few other empty compartments, but she wanted to be on better terms with people at this school than her last, and especially more so than at Las Noches. The boy sat down on the seat opposite her. Suddenly, the twins from the Red haired family looked into the compartment.

"Hey Ron, we're going down' the middle of the train 'cause lee Jordan's got a giant tarantula." One of the Twins said, to the boy already in the compartment, whose name was evidently 'Ron'.

Ron mumbled something, but his ears seemed to perk up at the twin's next words. "Harriet, did we introduce ourselves? Fred and George Weasley, and this is Ron, our brother. Anyway, seeya!" the twins slid the compartment door shut and walked off, after a few seconds Ron blurted out.

"Are you Really Harriet Potter?"

"Yes," Tia said, using her hand to raise her bangs, revealing the lightning shaped scar.

"I thought it might have been one of Fred and George's jokes, so that's were..?" he trailed off. Resigning her to answer all of Ron's questions, Harribel nodded.

"Yes, but I can't remember anything, just a lot of Green light" Tia replied, and then she decided to take the initiative. "So are all of your family wizards?"

"Fairly so, I think mum has a second cousin who's an accountant, but we never talk about him." Tia's eyes darkened, it seems as though everyone here was in some way anti-muggle. "I heard you got sent to live with muggles, is it true?"

"Yes, that is true. The Dursleys have a very medieval attitude towards magic." Harribel replied calmly, taking care to note Ron's puzzled reaction. "By that, I mean they wouldn't like you or your three brothers at all."

"Five actually, Bill and Charlie have already left. I've got lots to live up to, and I never get anything new. I've got Bill's robes, Charlie's wand, and Percy's rat." Ron reached into his Pocket and pulled out a rat. Something about it seemed to alarm Tia. Its spirit pressure was denser than one would expect from a rat. Ron seemed dejected about the conversation so far.

"Well at least you don't have people expecting you to defeat Voldemort again, I was just an infant." Ron also slightly jumped at the name of Voldemort. It must have had a major impact on him, since he hadn't seemed to have noticed the rest of the sentence.

"You said you-know-who's name!" he seemed both shocked and impressed, "I'd have thought that you, of all people wouldn't say it!"

"Names have power, when one places more precedence on one they gather more" Tia stated calmly. "Or: fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself."


The compartment door slid open; it was a round faced boy.

"Yes? What do you want?" Tia inquired sharply, regretfully setting aside her pumpkin pasty. The boy seemed spooked at Harribel's expression, but said something softly.

"um…mmmbll.. toad" suddenly, a girl with bushy brown hair was next to the boy. Tia was reminded of the hair of another former fraccion. The girl interrupted the boy.

"Neville has lost his toad, have you seen one at all?"

"No, we have not." Tia reached up to Rub her temple.

"Holy Cricket, you're Harriet Potter!" Harribel realized that her hair line must have shifted to reveal the scar. The Bushy haired girl sat down opposite Tia. "I'm Hermione Granger. I've read all about you of course, do you know which house you'll be in? I've been reading and like the look of Ravenclaw. Anyway, I'll see you when we're at school. You two had best change soon" and then, rather abruptly, she left.


After Tia and Ron had changed, Ron having left the compartment for a while on Harribel's request, they settled back into their seats again. The door opened again, and in stepped the blond boy from madam Malkin's robe shop, flanked by two others who looked rather thick.

"They're saying all down the train that Harriet Potter's in this compartment." The boy drawled, watching Harribel with much more interest than in the robe shop, "So it's you? Is it?" Harribel responded with a curt nod. "The name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. I see that a Weasley has tried to latch onto you. Take this from me; some wizards are better than others. I can help you from making friends with the wrong sort." He extended his hand, waiting for Tia to shake it, Ron seemed to have a mix between fury and shock on his face as Tia stood up and faced Malfoy. Ron was grinning a few seconds later as Malfoy ran from the compartment with a red handprint on his cheek.


As the sorting began, Tia couldn't help thinking about the Ghosts. From what they wore and said, they had obviously been dead for a long time. Perhaps the castle had wards to stop hollows from forming, or maybe Wizard ghosts were different than Plusses.

"Granger, Hermione." Professor McGonagall called, and Hermione walked up to the stool and put on the Hat. After a short Pause the hat's mouth opened and it yelled.

"GRYFFINDOR" Ron groaned, he didn't seem to like Hermione much.

The sorting continued at a steady pace, and Tia found herself getting hungrier by the minute, the pumpkin pasty she had bought on the train wasn't very filling. Finally, Professor McGonagall called her name.

"Potter, Harriet." Whispers broke out across the entire hall. The last thing Harribel saw before the hat dropped over her eyes was the students craning their necks to look at her.

"My, my! A former Espada, I must say I was not expecting that of you Harriet Potter." Said the voice of the hat in Harribel's head.

"You are not going to tell anyone about that are you, hat?" she thought back.

"No, this is Strictly Confidential. So, about your house… You certainly are intelligent, but Ravenclaw isn't the one for you. Slytherin is out of the Question. So that merely leaves Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. You most certainly have the loyalty of a true Hufflepuff, but you do not seem to have the sort of personality for there. You have much courage, so Gryffindor seems to be the house for you. Any last questions?" The hat said this all rather bluntly.

"One, the ghosts."

"When wizards die, they are given a choice between automatically moving on or staying as one of these ghosts, is that all?" the short explanation was enough.

"Yes, you may announce my house to the school. Thank you for your explanation." Tia said stoically.

"GRYFFINDOR!" the Hat shouted to the School, and the Gryffindor table exploded with cheers as Tia Harribel sat down opposite Hermione and another Weasley.


Ron also became a Gryffindor and sat down next to Harribel.

"Before we begin our Banquet, I would like to say a few words: Pule, Slumgullion, Tesserae, and Danegeld. Thank you." At that the old man sat down. Harribel watched him with narrowed eyes; he looked much to like the soul society's head captain for her liking, her animosity for him hurting her fraccion had been stewing for over eleven years. She didn't even notice that the platters in front of her had filled with food; that is, until Ron reached across her plate to grab a chicken leg.


At the start of term banquet, Harribel had gotten the impression that Snape disliked her; by the end of potions on Friday, that assessment was proved wrong. Snape didn't dislike her, he hated her. Snape started the double lesson by taking the roll, and paused as he reached Tia's 'name'. When the roll was finished he turned his attention back to the class.

"There will be no foolish wand waving, or silly incantations in this class. In Potions I will teach you to bottle fame, brew glory, and every stopper death… if you aren't a bunch of dunderheads that I normally have to teach." Snape spoke quietly, but the class caught every word. Snape suddenly spoke to Harribel. "Potter, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Harribel had no idea; the Dursleys had taken all her textbooks before term and not let her have them until the day she left to Hogwarts. She tried to stretch her memory to the (few) times she had visited Szayal Aporro's lab, and couldn't remember anything about this. Hermione had her hand up beside her, obviously having memorised the textbook. She decided to take a different tack, rather than say that she didn't know.

"That is what I am here to learn Sir." Snape's face cracked into a smirk.

"Where would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?" This however, she did remember from the lab. It was a stone taken from the stomach of a goat. Hermione was stretching towards the ceiling of the dungeon.

"I would look for a bezoar in the stomach of a goat, Professor" Snape's smirk fell slightly for a second, and then he asked another question.

"What is the Difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?" Again Tia's mind flashed back to Szayal's lab.

"Trick question, there is no difference. They are the same plant." Snape's lip had started to curl.

"Tut, tut, fame clearly isn't everything." Snape feigned finally taking notice of Hermione. "Put your hand down, silly girl" Looking back to Harribel, he spoke again. "For your information, Potter, Wormwood and Asphodel create a sleeping potion known as the 'Draught of Living Death', you also failed to specify that a bezoar was a 'stone' taken from the stomach of a goat. As for Monkshood and Wolfsbane, you did not mention that they are also known as Aconite. In total, that is five points from Gryffindor"

Harribel couldn't pretend she cared about the Points, but she did care about Snape mocking her intelligence. He set them to work on a simple potion to cure boils. He them took 5 extra points from her because Neville hadn't made his potion right. It all amounted to making the former tres Espada very, very angry.

"

"Si aun fuera un Arrancar, eliminaría su existencia con un cero, cuyo poder
fuera sin igual a cualquiera visto en Las Noches." she slipped back into Spanish in frustration as she and Ron walked to lunch. (AN: thanks to Ofuno for the better translation)

"I never knew you could speak French, Harriet…" Ron said, Tia just rolled her eyes.

(AN: yes, Ron fails at languages.)


Tia looked at astonishment at the clipping in her hand. Why hadn't Hagrid met her eye when she had asked about this? Something was going on at Hogwarts this year, and it must have something to do with the forbidden 3rd floor corridor.


Harriet had never really considered flying until the time came for the first year flying lessons. She had been able to fly before, but that was due more to reiatsu control rather than relying on something like a broom.

"You will all Stick your Right hands over the broom, and say 'UP'" Madam Hooch the flying instructor said. Everyone in the group did just so, and Harribel was pleasantly surprised when her broom jumped into her hand. Ron's Broom hovered somewhere around his knee, and then dropped back down. Hermione's hadn't moved at all, and several people had gotten whacked in the face. Once everyone had mounted their brooms, Madam Hooch Spoke again.

"When I blow my whistle, you will hover for a moment, and then come right back down." She went to raise the whistle to her lips, but before she could, Neville, who was jumpy and nervous kicked off. His broom flew around and around the grassed area, before finally hitting the ground with a sickening crunch. Madam Hooch Rushed over. By here diagnosis, it was more than the broom that was broken. She decided to accompany Neville to the Hospital wing, and warned the other students not to fly while she was gone.

"Look at that! The great oaf… oh, what have we here?" it was Malfoy; he had spotted something on the grass. Malfoy held it up so the rest of the students could see; it was the remembrall that Neville had gotten from his gran that morning.

"Malfoy, Give that back." Said Tia as she placed a hand warningly on Draco's Shoulder. Malfoy shrugged it off and mounted his broom.

"Maybe I should give it back… but longbottom will need to know where it is, I should make sure he can see it. Perhaps up a tree…" his last words were cut off as Tia came shooting at him on her broom. As she soared into the air she realised that flying with a broom was much less enjoyable that reiatsu levitation. With this she had no set path, she could fly left, right, up, down, diagonally and any other way she could think of, but it was like flying with a broom was a liquid, and with reiatsu it was solid. The feeling made her quite sick. Malfoy did a barrel roll to avoid the charging girl.

"Give it here, Malfoy" Tia said. Draco seemed slightly nervous now; he probably hadn't expected Tia to be able to fly, albeit nauseously. "Crabbe and Goyle aren't here are they?" Malfoy then chucked the Remembrall as far as he could. Making a split second decision, Tia chased it. Time seemed to slow somewhat as she dived. Finally she pulled up, the orb clutched in her hand. Tia flew back over to the group, and jumped off her broom. Ron had just slapped her on the back in a congratulatory manner when…

"Harriet Potter!" it was Professor McGonagall


"I hadn't anticipated my participation in a sport during my wizarding schooling, but it's only for this year." Harribel admitted.

"The youngest seeker in a century… Wow" Ron said incredulously. It was Lunch, and instead of punishing her, McGonagall had given Tia a spot on the Gryffindor Quidditch team as a seeker, or whatever that was. she had agreed to play for one year in exchange for Macgonagall not punishing her. It was at that moment that Malfoy made an appearance, flanked once again by his cronies.

"Enjoying a last meal? When are you getting the train back to the muggles?" Tia merely continued with the Fish curry she was eating and said.

"Do you have some kind of problem with me Malfoy?"

"I could take you on any time. Tonight actually, wizard's duel?" he said with a mocking tone. "What's the matter? Never heard of a Wizard's duel?"

"Of course she has, I'm her second." Ron said quickly before Tia could respond.

"We'll meet you in the trophy room at midnight then…" Malfoy slunk away. That was when Hermione settled across from Tia. Harribel was about to speak when Hermione cut across her

"I couldn't help overhearing, and you mustn't go wandering around the school at night" Why wasn't she allowed to speak? Finally she spoke up.

"I do not intend to duel Malfoy at all, the coward is probably organising a trap"

"But you have to! If you don't Malfoy will make sure the school knows you're a coward" Ron said.

"Your point?" Tia Replied simply and then finally continued eating.


"Harriet! Harriet!" someone was shaking her. Tia sat up and saw that it was Hermione. "Ron left to duel Malfoy, I tried to confront him, but he just brushed me off. I even threatened to tell his brother, but he just left."

Tia stood up and put on a dressing gown. "We had best go and stop him." The two girls descended the stairs and ran out of the common room. The fat lady's portrait was pushed open and they passed through.

"The fat lady's gone for now," Tia noted, "We'll deal with that when we get back" they started running. They had gotten halfway to the trophy room before they caught up to Ron.

"You fool," Harribel whispered, "We are going back to Gryffindor tower, right now" She grabbed him by the wrist and started dragging him back to the common room. Hermione remained strangely silent. Suddenly, Mrs Norris walked right into their path. "Run!" Harribel said, starting to run. Ron and Hermione followed her, running along the corridor towards a door at the end of the corridor. "We'll hide in here." The door was locked. Hermione was prepared though; she pulled out her wand and pointed it at the lock.

"Alohamora" she cast. The group quickly went through the door and waited for Filch to pass. Tia became aware of a low growling behind them. She turned around and found herself looking in to the six eyes of a giant three headed dog. Ron and Hermione were still concentrating on the door.

"Look at that, it's a Cerberus." Tia said softly. Ron and Hermione turned at these words. "Time to leave" she continued and they left the forbidden corridor. They had no problem returning to their dormitories after that.


The morning after the duel Tia's broom arrived. It was a sleek looking Nimbus 2000, which she had seen in Diagon Alley. She took the still wrapped package up to the Dormitory and went to attend classes.

That evening, the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain, Oliver Wood, explained the Rules to her. Tia didn't really care for the sport, but had decided to participate anyway.


Harribel felt rather subdued on the day of Halloween. Perhaps it was the date, but she had a feeling something would happen. Her mind crept back to the trapdoor beneath the Cerberus as they exited charms, not noticing Ron's scathing words about Hermione having no friends.

The great hall was orange and black. Tia felt a small frown tugging at the corners of her mouth. Nevertheless she sat down next to Ron at the Gryffindor table as food appeared on the plates like at the start of term banquet. She had been starting to get over the fact that these people were disrespecting the dead as such, when Professor Quirrel burst into the great hall, his turban askew.

"TROLL! IN THE DUNGEONS! TR-R-ROLL IN THE DUNGEONS!" he yelled, and slowed to a stop, "thought you ought to know…" and he collapsed, unconscious, to the floor.

The effect was immediate; the hall was engulfed in uproar.

It took several firecrackers exploding from Dumbledore's wand to settle the hall.

"Slytherin and Hufflepuff will stay here; Gryffindor and Ravenclaw prefects will escort their houses back to their common rooms" Dumbledore's orders started to be carried out; Percy Weasley was in his element. Ron and Harribel were about to follow him when she realised something.

"Ron, where is Hermione?" he shifted uncomfortably.

"Well, I kind of said some stuff. So apparently she's been in the bathroom all day crying" he said this all very fast.

"She isn't aware of the troll, we need to make sure she is safe" Tia said as she and Ron ducked into a group of Ravenclaws, they turned a corner and they ran. Nearing the bathroom Hermione was in; Harribel felt 4 reiatsu signatures apart from her and Ron's. One was Hermione's in the bathroom ahead, another two were heading to the 3rd floor separately, one was Snape. The last was the troll's and it was practically right in front of them. Tia hit the brakes just before she and Ron turned the corner that would take them to the corridor that the girls' bathroom was on. She and Ron peeked around the corner, and saw the troll go into the girls' bathroom. Ron and Tia walked out from around the corner and headed towards the door.

"We can just lock the thing in" he said reaching for the key. But his hand was caught in Tia's vice-like grip.

"That's the girls' bathroom, Idiot." A scream from inside the bathroom caught their attention and they ran in.


"What on earth were you thinking of?" said professor McGonagall as she finally stopped staring at the unconscious troll.

"We were thinking of saving Hermione's life Professor." Tia replied curtly, the discipline of an Espada taking over. "Hermione was here crying during the feast due to some hurtful comments Ron made during Charms about her. We came to warn her, but the troll was also here. That is all"

"Very well then. Ten points for Gryffindor. It would have been more, but maybe next time, Weasley, you should think before you speak."

The Trio returned to Gryffindor tower, where the feast was continuing.


The first Quidditch match of the season dawned cold. Ron and Hermione were rather surprised that she wasn't the least bit nervous.

Eleven O'clock came, and the teams gathered in the changing rooms and after a quick pep talk from Oliver they were on the pitch.

Madam Hooch blew the Whistle to start and they players kicked off. The Weasley twins' friend Lee Jordan was commentating the match, but Tia barely heard him, she was focused on finding the snitch…


"Snape wouldn't do summat like that" Hagrid told the Trio after the Match, apparently it was him that had caused Tia's Broomstick to try to buck her off.

"Why'd he try to get past that Cerberus at Halloween then?" Tia Reasoned. "You have to admit, that is suspicious" Hagrid almost dropped his teapot.

"How d'you know about Fluffy?" he said.

"Fluffy?" Ron looked near scandalised, "well whatever he's guarding, and Snape's trying to steal it."

"I'm telling you, you're wrong, I don' know why Harriet's broom acted like that. But you should forget about that dog, and the stone. That's between Albus Dumbledore, and Nicholas Flamel…" Hagrid turned white. Hermione smiled sweetly as she figured out what Hagrid had let slip.

"Thanks Hagrid! Now we know it's the Philosophers stone that the dog is guarding!" They left quickly after that, Hagrid obviously silently cursing his loose tongue.


The Christmas holidays arrived, and the grounds of Hogwarts became covered in frost. Hermione had left for a ski trip, but the Weasleys had stayed, their parents had apparently gone to visit Ron's brother Charlie in Romania. Tia and the Weasleys spent their free time in the common room eating whatever they could spear on a toasting fork and playing chess. Tia mainly watched, because when she did, she would lose.

Tia Harribel went to sleep on Christmas Eve not expecting any presents. But she was pleasantly surprised in the morning to find a small pile of packages at the foot of her bed. Hagrid had given her a hand whittled flute. She doubted she would ever use it, but still, it was the thought that counts. The Dursleys had given her a rubber band. They must still be remembering the tail Hagrid had given Dudley. She put it to use tying a small braid similar to one of her's from her Arrancar days.

Hermione had given her a large pack of Chocolate frogs. While she also found that, surprisingly, Mrs Weasley had given her a hand- knitted Jumper, which was green and had a lion on the front, as well as some fudge. The last parcel intrigued her greatly, because according to the note, it had been James Potter's, her father. The cloak flowed like water in solid form. She tried it on and looked in the mirror.

"¿Que diablos?" all of her body bellow her neck was invisible, and not just in the mirror she confirmed by looking down.


Tia Harribel stared at the strange mirror; she had been in the library, using the invisibility cloak, and her free time, to look in the library for any references to the soul society or shinigami. She hadn't been able to find anything though because Filch had come to investigate when a book screamed. She had run for a few minutes and found herself here. The mirror seemed to be a very peculiar artefact. She concluded from the inscription that it show the viewer's heart's desire.

What she saw she could easily have predicted. It was her, as she was before her 'death' at the hands of Aisen. She wasn't alone of course; her fraccion, Apachi, Sun-Sung, and Mila Rose were there. But they weren't the only ones, Hermione and Ron were there.

"Who would have thought a man would be my friend? Heh, Amazon Brigade." she said softly, reminiscing about Gin's nickname for her fraccion group. She suddenly sensed something behind her.

"Petrificus Totalus!" she whirled around and pointed her wand towards the source of the spirit energy. The spell reflected harmlessly into a wall as professor Dumbledore appeared by another wall sitting on a desk. "Professor Dumbledore, I apologise."

"No need Harriet, a natural reaction." The professor said behind his half-moon spectacles. "I see that you, like many before, have discovered the delights of the Mirror of Erised, I trust you realise what it does."

"It shows not your face but your heart's desire." Quoting the decoded cypher carved into the frame of the mirror.

"Precisely, for instance, your friend Ronald, constantly overshadowed by all his brothers may see himself alone as the greatest of all." Dumbledore slid of the desk. "May I enquire what you saw in the mirror, Harriet?"

"Perhaps you could tell me what you see in the mirror, professor?" she was crossing into risky territory, and had to step carefully.

"Of course. I see myself with socks," an obvious lie from the headmaster caused Tia to raise an eyebrow. "Another Christmas has come and gone and I have not received a single pair." If he wasn't going to tell the truth, she wouldn't either. She couldn't have told him she saw herself as a soul consuming evil spirit turned reaper hybrid surrounded by 3 others of her kind she wanted to protect, anyway. Tia struggled for a moment trying to think up a believable lie, (the old headmaster couldn't even give her a believable lie, but still).

"I saw my family" she said simply, trying to keep a semi-blank expression.

"Very well, I must request that you not go looking for the mirror again. It will be moved tomorrow, so I hope you will know what to do the next time you encounter it. It gives neither truth nor knowledge; no spell can re-awaken the dead, Harriet."

'That you know of old man.' she thought.


"You wanted the ask me something?" said Hagrid. The trio had caught him in the library looking up stuff to do with dragons. It was highly suspicious. But they also needed information on what was guarding the philosopher's stone, Quirrel was being pressured by Snape to help him steal it, or so it seemed to Ron, Tia and Hermione weren't quite sure.

"We wanted to know what was guarding the stone apart from fluffy" Harribel took charge. "If you can't tell us that, perhaps you could tell us who had done the guarding."

"Well, I can't tell you what the things guarding the stone are. But I can say that a few of the teachers did things." Hagrid started to tick names of on his fingers. "McGonagall, Sprout, Flitwick, Dumbledore himself, Quirrel and Snape."

"Snape?" Ron said in shock.

"Yeah, yer not still on about him are ya Ron?" Hagrid seemed remarkably naive as he continued, "Snape's on of the ones protecting the stone, he wouldn't try to steal it."

"So, why were you in the library Hagrid?" Ron asked. "It's a bit hot as well, can't you crack open a window?"

"I can't Ron." He glanced at the fire.

"An egg?" Tia said exasperatedly at the sight of the brownish orb. The trio and Hagrid went over to the fire.

"That's not just any egg. That's a Norwegian Ridgeback egg." Ron said, and then, at the blank look on Harribel's face, he added "a dragon."

"Hagrid, you do realise that this house I made of wood, don't you." Hermione said, but Hagrid was cooing towards the egg and was gently stoking the fire and seemed not to hear. Then, suddenly forcefully, she said "HAGRID!" the giant man looked up and then his face paled, he pointed to the window. The trio rushed out of the hut.

There was a student running up to the school, and there was no mistaking that hair. Malfoy had seen the Dragon egg.


Later that night, Harribel stole down to Hagrid's hut with the invisibility cloak wrapped around her, she didn't want anyone to see her do this. Her decision had been an easy one, as it was the best course of action for all involved. Hagrid couldn't be convinced to in any way part with the dragon egg.

She opened the door to Hagrid's hut a crack, and spied Hagrid asleep on his bed in the corner. She ducked inside and went to the fire, pulling out her wand.

"Wingardium leviosa" the egg hovered out of the flames. Harribel used the levitation charm to carry the egg out the door, her cloak clutched around her shoulders. She shut the door and Hagrid grunted slightly.

"I'm sorry Hagrid." She said as she headed towards the forest, egg still floating along. As she reached the edge of the trees, she lowered the egg to the ground. She then used a spell to dig a small but deep hole. Then levelled her wand at the egg.


(AN: Extremely long Time skips ahoy!)


Tia Harribel snuck down to the Common room at Nine PM with Hermione. Ron was waiting at the foot of the stairs. They were just about to fling the cloak over themselves when…

"What are you doing?" a chair swung around, sitting in it, was Neville. "If you sneak out, we'll lose loads of points!"

"There are more important things than house points, Neville." Tia said, remembering the boy's aptitude for a certain subject and who was guarding the stone. If she played the cards just right, maybe she could up the chance of her success. "Like honour, duty, and bravery. All Gryffindor traits, apparently." This seemed to catch Neville. Hermione and Ron's eyes darted to each other, what was she doing?

"What does that have to do with anything?" Neville's voice wavered.

"Right now, in this school there is a powerful magical artefact that is about to be stolen by a very bad man. According to Ron and Hermione, that is professor Snape." Adding in the comment about snape seemed the final Move. "You have two choices here Neville, come with us and protect the school, or oppose us and you may have secured Lord Voldemort's rebirth." Neville's eyes widened at the fabrication.


The four dropped down on to a spongy like thing as fluffy ripped the trap door from its hinges.

"Harriet, this feels like a plant, I need some light." Tia's wand lit up, Neville instantly seemed to recognise the plant. "Get off it everyone! Quick!" they clambered off the mass of vines that had started to ensnare them. Harriet struggled against the vines and, after removing one that seemed to be creeping somewhere very personal, she rolled off onto the floor Hermione alongside her. Neville was beside them a moment later.

"AAARGH!" Ron yelled, he was still trapped in the middle of the plant, bound tightly by creepers. Tia turned to Neville.

"Fire! Use fire!" the plump boy yelled quickly, Hermione drew her wand and sent a jet of flames at the plant near Ron. He scrambled out of the plant as the vines retracted and the plant eventually burnt to a crisp.


"As soon as I take this potion, and pass those flames, there is a chance that I could die." Harribel stood before the black flames, the smallest bottle in her hand.

"Don't say things like that." Hermione said. "You're a good person and you are going to be fine."

"In my, extensive, experience, the traits are unrelated." Harribel knew there was a chance that she could die, and needed to make sure of something. "If I do die, you need to tell Hagrid something."

"Sure, anything, just hurry up!" Hermione was getting agitated.

"I'm sorry, about the dragon. I killed it." If anything could have shocked Hermione, this could.

"What?"

"I viewed it as the best course of action." Harribel Quickly swallowed the ice-like potion and marched through the flame.

Into the final chamber.

And there was already someone there.

It was Quirrel. Behind him, was the mirror of Erised.

"You? Heh." What a surprise!

"Me," Quirrel's voice wasn't quivering at all. "I'd wondered whether I'd meet you here Potter." Harribel waited silently. "Not talking to me?"

"She will talk to me" a voice seemed to resonate from Quirrel himself.

"Master…"

"Let me see her!" Quirrel turned around and reached up to his turban. Then, he started unwrapping it; as the purple cloth fell away, a horrible face came into view. It was horrible and scarred with red eyes and slit like nostrils, seemingly forcing itself out of the back of Quirrel's head.

"Oh, look at that, it is you! Old Voldiepants." Voldemort's eyes widened with rage.

"Kill her!" Quirrel turned and drew his wand. Harribel faked to the left and Quirrel shot a curse at her. She dashed back to the right and past the mirror. "No! Wait! We need her!" Voldemort belayed his previous order. Quirrel cycled around the mirror and shot ropes out of his wand, they caught Harribel's ankles and she tripped. "Put her in front of the mirror!" Harribel was still struggling around like a kind of mermaid, ankles bound. Quirrel was closing in, reaching in towards her neck, but as he did so, he tried to leap back; both he and Harribel seemed to be in blinding pain, She grabbed his forearm. The pain was mounting. Quirrel was shrieking.

Then, there was black.


She was in a bubble.

A bubble.

A bubble at the bottom of the sea, the walls of the bubble seemed to have coral growing around it. The sandy floor flowed slowly as Harribel scattered it. In the middle of the giant bubble there was a bone white corral piece, there were two living things in the bubble apart from Harribel. A barnacle like thing clung to the tree, the red eye starring at Tia wherever she went. The other was a man longing between two branches, he was tanned, but not as much as Harribel had been before and his grey hair was in a rough crew cut. He had her old Shark tooth shaped weapon, and he was also wearing her armour. The bone chest brace had flattened, and the bone like skirt had become thigh guards. He leapt down from the tree-like coral and walked to her. He stood before her

"Tia Harribel. My name is Tiburon." The voice was warm and gravelly, but not so much at the same time. He might've been a returned Army officer, if not for the strange apparel.

"What is this place? And, how are you Tiburon?"

"This is your inner world. I am Tiburon, your Zanpakuto Spirit. To put the situation simply, you are a Pseudo-Shinigami Hybrid. While your Sword and my abilities are the same, I am materialized as a spirit, as well as your inner world." This was… different. Arrancar Zanpakuto weren't conscious, and their inner worlds had collapsed when they became a hollow. Tia looked towards the barnacle like thing. Tiburon noticed. "A fragment of Voldemort's Soul left when he tried to kill you. It cannot speak or provide any information, but I wished to ask your permission before disposing of it."

"We shall leave it for now."

"Very well, now that you have reached here once, you will be able to come her as you wish."

"Thank you, Tiburon."


Tia opened her eyes. She was in the hospital wing. Dumbledore was seated next to her bed.

"Professor." She said simply.

"Good afternoon, Harriet."

"So, about the stone." Tia hadn't seen it in the chamber. "It was in the mirror wasn't it?"

"Yes, I must say that it was one of my more brilliant ideas." The Professor's eyes sparkled behind his spectacles. "Only someone who wanted to find the stone, but not use it; would be able to get it."

"I see what you mean."

"What I find even more interesting is that you weren't able to obtain the stone."

"I didn't look in the mirror. Rather foolish of you though sir, making it so easy for a bunch of mere first years to get to the stone." Dumbledore looked away at this and promptly changed the subject.

"Well, how about you start on your extensive supply of sweets." Tia had only just seen the pile, and wondered how she hadn't noticed it. Dumbledore reached over to the pile and picked a golden bean from a box of Bertie Bot's Every Flavour Beans. "I was unfortunate to come across a vomit flavoured bean in my youth, as such I have lost my taste for them. But I think I will be safe with a nice toffee." He popped the bean in his mouth and chewed it for a few seconds.

"Alas, earwax!"


"Well done Slytherin!" Dumbledore announced at the end of term feast. Slytherin had come out first, while Gryffindor was dead last. "However, Recent events must be taken into account." The smiles of the Slytherins faltered.

"First, to Mr Ronald Weasley!" The Gryffindors all grinned at the youngest Weasley son. "For the best played game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many years: fifty points!" Tia's smile faltered this time, if he was doing what she thought he was…

"Manipulative old man…" Tiburon Growled. He and Tia often chatted, she took comfort that there was someone who she could talk to about her former life.

"To Miss Hermione Granger." Hermione had not told Hagrid about the dragon egg, and had said to Harribel, in private, she didn't want to. "For the use of cool logic in the face of fire: Fifty Points."

"To Miss Harriet Potter." Harribel's smile was non-existent. "For pure nerve and outstanding courage: Fifty points." She scowled as the Gryffindors realised they were a mere ten points below Slytherin.

"And finally, to Mr Neville Longbottom." Tia closed her eyes and leant against the table. She had made this gambit possible. "For Outstanding trust and keen moral principles: Fifty Points."

Tia Harribel knew she would never forget tonight. The night Dumbledore showed his true colours.


During the train ride home, Harribel wondered if she could ever have a peaceful life.


Translations: can't guarantee they are 100% accurate, I used Google translate

From the first potions lesson: if I were still an Arrancar I would rend him from existence with a cero with power unheard of in the history of Las Noches

When Harribel receives the invisibility cloak: what the hell?

Before you start criticising me about not changing the story enough or something, I actually do think that Harribel would be a Gryffindor. While she certainly values intelligence and loyalty, I would say that she is, in fact very brave.

As for Ron and Hermione staying as her friends, I think it was just a thing were Ron kept following her and she couldn't be bothered telling him to shove off. As I said, I think Hermione sometimes reminds Harribel of Mila Rose.

And, now that I think about it, Harribel's Fraccion are (not really, but I couldn't think of any other word) symbolised rather thoroughly in the books, Harry can speak to snakes (sun-sung), is in Gryffindor (Mila Rose, a lion), and his patronus is a deer (Apachi).

I imagine Tiburon as a mix between:

Poseidon from the Percy Jackson series:

Http Colon /camphalfblood Dot wikia Dot com/wiki/Poseidon

And Arnold Schwarzenegger or Vin Diesel.

I appreciate Reviews but they are not necessary. If you do, I would like your thoughts on whether Harribel should continue Quidditch, I had already wrote this entire thing when I realised that she was REEEEEEEEALY OOC then, I might rewrite this to exclude Quidditch if I find time to.

Also, if you would like to see other bleach characters say in your review who and how I could introduce them.