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To Love Even In Death: Chapter One

Bonds of Friendship

The Year of 1984, Human Realm, Number 4 Privet Drive

Harry James Potter.

A considerably normal name for a boy. Without knowing anything about him, anyone would think that he was a perfectly normal person. The name could belong to anybody, and is probably the name of thousands of boys throughout the world. However, the name of this Harry James Potter is anything but normal.

Number 4 Privet drive is considered to be a normal place of inhabitance…or so its inhabitants like to believe. Four individuals lived in the household: three Dursley's and one Potter. Vernon Dursley was a large beefy, round man with a moustache, who resembled a large whale from a distance. His wife, however, was nowhere similar to him. Skinny and bony, Petunia Dursley LOVED to gossip. It would be completely normal to see her spying over the neighbour's fence with her tall neck, trying to listen in on any secrets they were keeping. People sometimes wondered what in Hades name Vernon and Petunia saw in each other, but they supposedly loved each other very much. The "normal" couple had what they deemed to be one "normal" son. Dudley Dursley was a blonde child of four years who, even at a young age, greatly resembled his father from a distance. That is to say that he was growing up to be the whale that his father is. He had a tendency to throw a tantrum whenever he did not get what he wanted, and his parents would spoil him greatly in order to satisfy their "perfect" son.

However, their lived another individual within the household. Four year old Harry James Potter was the son of Petunia's deceased sister, Lily Potter, who had been murdered when Harry was one. Short and skinny, with messy black hair that feel in strands in front of his face. His emerald green eyes resembled shining gems, and were both beautiful and captivating. Despite his upbringing, Harry Potter was a well-mannered and graceful individual, who was both honest and humble. What made Harry James Potter unique, however, was a small mark on top of his forehead…A scar in the shape of a lightning bolt.

For you see, Harry James Potter was no ordinary child.

He was a wizard, and one of the most famous figures in the Wizarding World. He was the Boy-Who-Lived, defeater of the Dark Lord Voldemort who had spread terror throughout magical Britain for many years until the end of his reign of terror. With his loyal band of followers and vast knowledge of magic, Voldemort was able to strike fear into the hearts of the people. His aunt and uncle had always said that Harry's mom and dad died in a car crash…but Harry knew better.

For what people didn't know was that Harry Potter was the living example of a genius.

Harry's mind worked at a level far superior to any other living individual on the Earth. It processed thoughts quickly, and allowed him to quickly absorb information at a rate which individuals throughout the world dreamed of. His mind, strengthened by a photographic memory, was one which many could only dream of…and the poor young boy had no idea of how special he was.

Harry knew his parents never died in a car crash, despite what his aunt and uncle kept telling him. He remembered that night, three years ago. The night the man with the scary red eyes had arrived at his home, and murdered both his father and mother. He remembered the green flash of light that sped toward him that night, and clearly remembered the moment where the green flash of light rebounded back on its caster. What still gave him nightmares sometimes, however, was the ghastly spectre that escaped the body of the man when the light struck him. Harry remembered the feelings easily: a feeling of evil and coldness.

Yes, Harry James Potter knew about magic. How could he ever forget? Magic was the mysterious force within him and all other living things: a force which bound the world together. He could feel it in the air of his cupboard where he was locked up sometimes. It provided him with a feeling of peace and serenity, a feeling which was rare in the household of number 4 Privet Drive. He could only remember such a feeling whenever he was in the presence of his mommy.

Harry loved his mommy. While he understood that he would probably never see her again, it did not stop him from loving her any less than when she was with him. He could remember all the fun times they shared before she was taken away from him by the evil man: the times she played with him, the bedtime stories she read to him, and every time she said she loved him. Harry would never forgive the man with the red eyes who took his mommy away from him…He would one day pay for taking her away from Harry.

Harry was broken out of his thoughts by the sudden opening of the door to his cupboard. Harry looked upward and blinked innocently. Standing before Harry was a drunken Vernon Dursley, who was red in the face and sneering coldly at Harry. Harry did not react as his uncle grasped the collars of his shirt (which was Dudley's old shirt), and dragged him out of his sanctuary. "This is all your fault, boy!" yelled his uncle. Harry did not scream as he was suddenly thrown into the wall, before crumpling to the floor.

He did not cry. It was one thing mysterious about Harry James Potter which always annoyed his aunt and uncle to no end. Despite whatever punishment or abuse they inflicted on him (which they truly thought he deserved), their nephew did not cry. Harry had only cried one time in his life: when his mommy and daddy were taken away from him by the man with the red eyes. However, that was the only time.

Seeing his nephew on the floor acting as if nothing had just happened infuriated the drunken Vernon Dursley. Kicking the small form of his nephew, Vernon Dursley directed his fury at the innocent soul. "It's your fault that I'm going to lose my job, boy! You and your freakishness! Ever since we brought you into this house years ago, you have brought nothing but trouble for me and my family!" screamed the angry yet drunk Vernon Dursley as he kicked the still form of Harry Potter one more time before walking to a drawer closer to him.

Luckily, Petunia was out with Dudley doing some grocery shopping, for his wife would definitely stop him from doing what he was about to do. Reaching into the drawer, he pulled out a black pistol which he always kept in the house in case any trouble would arise. Checking to make sure there were bullets before turning the safety off, Vernon Dursley immediately pointed the gun at Harry's forehead. Unsurprisingly, Harry did not even flinch as he faced the end of the pistol. "This is for all the trouble you've caused me, boy!" roared Vernon Dursley as he pulled the trigger.

Before the bullet could hit Harry, a mysterious red shield of magical energy appeared from out of nowhere. The shield stopped the bullet in midair, before disintegrating every last particle of it. The drunken Vernon Dursley could only stare at the shield stupidly, as he continuously tried to kill his nephew. However, every bullet shot could not even reach Harry before it disappeared in front of his eyes.

Suddenly, the mysterious magical force encompassed the rest of the room. As it came into contact with Vernon Dursley, every memory relating to the incident was wiped from his mind before knocking him unconscious, sending his large form plummeting to the floor. Harry stared at the magical force in wonder as it surrounded him, as he was whisked away from Privet Drive.

Far away in a distant castle, an old wizard sat in his office, sucking on his lemon drops. In his mind, he was slowly planning for the future, including his plans for a certain Boy-Who-Lived. The instruments on his desk monitoring Harry James Potter made no indication of anything strange happening to the young boy, resulting in the old man believing that his future pawn was still at number 4 Privet Drive. It would not be until a few days later, when Arabella Figg informed him that Harry Potter had vanished, that he would discover the disappearance of one Harry James Potter…


In a realm separate from that of Earth, there exists a location where souls come together. Some call it the afterlife, some call it heaven, and some even refer to it as "the next great adventure." However, to those souls who have passed on, it is more commonly referred to as "Soul Society."

Similar to the Earth, Soul Society has its own laws, institutions, and government. However, the laws that exist in this realm are created in order to protect the souls and spirits of those who have passed away. Soul Society consists of two distinct parts: Rukongai, where the majority of the spirits dwell and Seireitei, the Court of Pure Souls, where the Shinigami are found.

Rukongai is split into four quadrants: the north, east, south and west. Various districts numbered one to eighty are located within these four areas. Souls which live in Rukongai do not live a life of luxury. Were it to be compared to the Earth, it could easily be compared to the life of a peasant in the Middle Ages. However, the souls that live there live a happy and peaceful life. Though they remain conscious of the fact that there exists a world where humans dwell, most decide to move on with their lives.

The center of Soul Society is known as the Seireitei, home to the Shinigami (Death Gods). Separated by the four gates and a powerful barrier, those from Rukongai can not enter Seireitei without permission from within. However, the inhabitants of this place carry out special tasks, which other souls do not: to regulate and balance the souls of the world, to guide good spirits, known as "Pluses", to Soul Society, and to defeat the evil spirits, known as "Hollows."

Hollows can come into existence in a number of ways. If a soul were to die and continue to walk the ground in which they died, the hole in their heart will continue to grow and turn them into a hollow. In addition, being eaten by another hollow will transform the poor soul into a being of evil. Once a soul has become a hollow, they first seek out the souls of their loved ones before moving on to souls with a higher level of spirit concentration. These are the beings in which Shinigami fight to protect the lives of the innocent.

The Shinigami are split into thirteen divisions, all together known as the "Gotei 13." Each division of the Gotei 13 has its own Captain and Vice-Captain, who are the strongest two individuals found within the division. Shinigami can be identified by their black robes with white trimming and a cloth belt. Captains, on the other hand, wear a white robe with their division number on the back along with their black robes to designate their rank.

Soul Society is truly a peaceful place where souls can live with no worries…Unknown to many of the inhabitants of Soul Society, a red magical force suddenly appeared in North Rukongai, District thirty. Had anyone been near the area at that point, they would have seen a young child that looked no older than four years old appearing from the phenomenon…


The Year of 1854, Soul Society, North Rukongai, District Thirty

As Harry became aware of his surroundings, he found himself on the ground in a location in which he had never seen before. As his senses started to pick up the various characteristics of his location, Harry slowly got up to his feet. Looking around carefully, he discovered that he was in some form of a dark alleyway, where he could hardly see the ground in front of him. The air smelled fresh and clean, despite the fact that he was in an alleyway, Off in the distance, he could hear the voices of many people talking and shouting loudly. Deciding to get a better sense of where he was, Harry slowly walked out of the alleyway.

As he did so, Harry was forced to cover his eyes as the light of the sun shone upon his eyes. Blinking as his eyes adjusted to the light, Harry found himself in a busy street full of other people. There were people simply walking through the streets, as they traveled from one destination to another. Some were simply standing around in groups, as they seemed to be discussing various topics. There were people standing behind stalls, shouting loudly to the people walking before them as they advertised the products they were selling. Harry noticed with a glint in his eyes that there was a stall selling what looked like delicious watermelons. He loved watermelons. His mommy had always given him watermelon back when they were still together, remembered Harry sadly.

"You like watermelons too, huh?"

Harry jumped backwards a step with a loud gasp as the unknown voice spoke to him. As Harry got over his shock, he saw some a little boy his age hanging upside-down above him from the small rooftop, with his arms crossed. The little boy was about Harry's height, with spiky white hair that was just as unruly as Harry's was. The boy wore navy blue clothing, with a purple sash tied around his waist. The boy had a lazy look upon his face, and his ice green eyes stared at Harry's own emerald ones. Harry nodded and said "Uh huh. My mommy always had delicious watermelons for me."

The boy before him frowned slightly. "Mommy, huh? I don't really remember mine. She died before I could really get to know her." Harry smiled in what looked like a sympathetic look. "My mommy died too a few years ago" said Harry to the other boy. Suddenly, he remembered the situation he was in. "Umm, if you don't mind me asking…where are we?" asked Harry. The other boy's eyes widened in surprise, before they regained their lazy looks. "You're new around here, huh?" At Harry's nod, the boy continued. "We're in Soul Society, a place where souls come together after dying. To be more specific, we're in North Rukongai, District Thirty. Rukongai's the place where most souls live by the way" explained the white haired boy.

Harry's eyes slightly widened. 'I'm dead?' wondered Harry. 'But that can't be right. Uncle Vernon never managed to shot me…But then why am I here?' Harry snapped out of his thoughts and turned to the other boy. "We're…dead?" asked Harry slowly. The other boy nodded. "Yeah…One minute I remember falling asleep in my bed. The next, I woke up on the ground in this district." The boy then turned his curious, yet lazy eyes upon Harry. "How about you? Do you remember how you got here?" Before Harry could respond, the two boys heard a small scream of fright off in the distance, causing the other boy to leave his position from the roof. The two boys looked at each other, before both taking off in a run towards where the sound originated.

As they reached their location, the other boy dragged Harry off to the side, in order to avoid being seen. After having done so, the two boys peeked around the box they were hiding behind, as they slowly tried to find out what was happening. What they saw quickly angered the two four year olds. Standing closest to them was a group of three girls, who reminded Harry of how his aunt Petunia looked. They were all skinny and bony, which was really strange for girls their age. They sneered down at something in front of them, which angered both Harry and the other boy when he saw what it was.

What angered the two boys was the fact that those three girls were bullying what looked to be a little girl around their age. She had raven black hair, similar to Harry's, which was tied back in a ponytail. Her beige clothing was dirty, probably due to the actions of being pushed on the ground. Her gentle brown eyes looked up in fright at the boys before her. Little Harry gritted his teeth in anger. He hated bullies. Unbeknownst to him, the other boy was also gritting his teeth in anger as he witnessed the events before him.

"So, you think you're so much better than the rest of us, Hinamori? Think that with your cute face and nice manners would make you better than us, huh?" shouted one of the girls, who appeared to be the leader of the little gang of girls. The girl named Hinamori shook her head fiercely, as tears started rolling down her face. This angered the two girls, and the one who spoke slowly walked forward in a threatening manner toward Hinamori. The two boys in the distance, realizing what was going to happen, ran forward quickly, hoping they would make it in time. The girl stopped inches away from Hinamori. "Well then, we'll see how cute your face is once I make a few adjustments to it" snapped the girl, as she prepared to slap Hinamori. Hinamori closed her eyes, as she braced herself for the incoming pain. She waited…and waited…but nothing came. Slowly opening her eyes, they widened at the sight before her.

The slap of the girl never came because her arm was being held back by a boy her age with white hair. His ice green eyes glared coldly at the bully, making him appear older and more dangerous than he probably usually appeared to be. Standing in front of Hinamori protectively was a boy in dirty rags whose face she could not see. That is, until he turned around. Little Hinamori suddenly found herself staring at another set of green eyes, though these looked to be a lot more gentle as they looked upon Hinamori. "Are you alright?" asked Harry worriedly. Hinamori nodded, still shocked at being saved by these two boys.

Seeing that she was safe, Harry turned around and nodded towards the other boy, as his eyes suddenly appeared more dangerous than they initially were. The female bully was screaming at the other boy as she attempted to wretch her arm out of his grasp. Behind her, her two comrades simply wondered what was going on, instead of coming to her aid. Catching sight of two sets of cold green eyes glaring at her, the girl ceased her attempts to escape. "I'm only going to tell you this once. If I ever see you hurt another person like you did to her again, I'll make sure you regret it." whispered the boy coldly. As she nodded in response, her arm was released and she took off into the distance immediately, her two friends following her shortly.

Once they disappeared off into the distance, both Harry and the other boy each took a seat besides the stunned Hinamori. Hinamori found herself feeling at peace, and felt as if she was perfectly safe at the moment. "Hinamori, right?" asked Harry on her right. She nodded. "Thank you for saving me" she whispered. The white haired boy beside her rolled his eyes. "Don't worry so much about it. We weren't going to just sit there and watch them hurt you." As Hinamori felt touched by their sense of protectiveness, she suddenly realized that she hadn't properly introduced herself yet. "Where are my manners? My name is Hinamori Momo. Nice to meet you" said Hinamori, with manners that no four year old normally possessed. Harry smiled at her. "It's nice to meet you too. My name is Harry James Potter" said Hinamori. The other boy sighed. "Hitsugaya Toushirou. Nice to meet you too, I suppose."

The three of them looked at each other, before the two boys burst out laughing and Hinamori started giggling. After a few moments of nothing but laughter, Hitsugaya stood up. "Well, it's getting late." said Hitsugaya as he stared up at the night sky. "I got to find somewhere to stay. Wanna come with, Harry?" asked Hitsugaya. Harry thought for a moment, before nodding and getting up. "Wait!" exclaimed Hinamori. The two boys stared at her, wondering what she needed. Nervous, she asked them "You don't have a place to stay?"

Both boys shook their heads. "I'm afraid we don't, Hinamori. Hitsugaya arrived here only a few days ago, and I just arrived today." replied Harry. Harry then blinked as Hinamori smiled at them, with hope shining in her brown eyes. "Umm…If you need somewhere to stay, you could stay with me…" whispered Hinamori. "I only arrived here a few days ago as well, but this house behind me belongs to me" said Hinamori, as she pointed to the building behind her. It was nothing special really, but it would be able to fit the three of them easily. Harry and Hitsugaya turned to each other, as if silently communicating. A moment later, Harry turned towards Hinamori. "We wouldn't want to intrude…" He was cut off as Hinamori began shaking her head fiercely. "No! You wouldn't be intruding!" exclaimed Hinamori. In a much quieter voice, almost a nervous whisper, she said "It sometimes gets lonely around here, and it'd nice to have people my age to be around."

Sensing the loneliness in her voice, Harry and Hitsugaya smiled softly before nodding their heads simultaneously. "Well…How can we say no to that?" directed Hitsugaya towards Harry, who nodded his head in agreement. Seeing them agree to her proposal, Hinamori smiled widely as she bounded up the steps of the household. Opening the door, she quickly gestured them inside, before entering herself. As she did so, she ran into her two new friends who were looking at their new home in amazement. Sure, it was nothing fancy, but it would be perfect for the three of them. There were three bedrooms in the household upstairs, one for each of them. In addition, there was a living room for them all to gather together, along with a washroom and a kitchen, on the lower level. Shuffling her feet nervously as they continued looking around, Hinamori whispered to them "It's getting late. How about we get some rest?" asked Hinamori. Snapping out of their stupor, the two boys nodded in agreement.

Smiling at them, Hinamori took their hands into her own and lead them upstairs, to the surprise of both Harry and Hitsugaya. Stopping at her room, which happened to be the one in the middle, Hinamori pointed to the room on the left of her own. "Hitsugaya, you can have that room. Harry, you can have the other room" directed Hinamori. They nodded slowly, before saying good night to each other and walking to their respective rooms. As Harry entered his own and lied on his bed, he smiled as he thought about how much his life had changed today. He was in a different world now, and he had no idea what he was going to do in the coming times. However, he was glad that he had made two good friends in both Hitsugaya and Hinamori. What will come, will come, and we'll face it together' thought Harry as he drifted off to sleep. Unbeknownst to him, the other two members of the household were thinking along the same lines before they too drifted off to sleep.

On this day, a friendship had been forged between the three children: Hitsugaya Toushirou, Hinamori Momo, and Harry James Potter. Though they had only met, the friendship they had created would prove to be one of the strongest bonds to ever appear in history. Enjoyable times lied ahead for them, but they would go through an equal amount of difficult times in the future. However, they would be able to survive them together, for the love and trust they would develop would be invaluable in the future.

And so the three souls lived together for many years. Time in Soul Society was parallel to that of the human realm, but for every ten years spent in Soul Society, they would only age one year physically. In fact, many was an understatement, for they would live together for the next century and ten years…


The Year of 1964, Soul Society, North Rukongai, District Thirty

It was a bright sunny day in North Rukongai, District Thirty. The birds were chirping, the grass was green, and the rivers flowed with an endless amount of fish. In a certain part of this district, there was a small wooden house surrounded by rivers and bushes. The house was a traditional Japanese household, with its slide-open doors and its curved wooden roof. The foundation was made of stone and, from a distance, many would expect a small family to live there. While its inhabitants did consider each other family, there were times they would absolutely deny having any sort of relationship with them whatsoever.

One of these inhabitants was currently lying by the river in front of the house. While the individual looked to be about 14 years of age, in reality he was about 114 years old. His raven black hair was long, and tied back into a ponytail. Mot easily recognizable due to the lightning bolt scar on his forehead and his emerald green eyes, which shone with a light of kindness and sincerity, Harry James Potter was also considered to be quite tall for his age. He now wore a set of light green robe with a white sash tied around his waist, which were both chosen by his long-time friend, Hinamori Momo, who basically took it upon herself to choose his clothing for him.

Harry let out a sigh as he mulled over his life in his head. Even after all these years, he still could not believe that he had been here in Soul Society for one hundred and ten years. If he were still on Earth, he probably would have died of long age a long time ago. However, Harry would not have wanted his life to have turned out any other way. Sure, there were times in which he wondered what was happening back where he came from. After all, it had been over a century since he had left. Did the man with the red eyes return? And if he did, did he succeed in whatever nefarious scheme his mind was capable of? Though he still thought of it at times, Harry did not let his thoughts of the other world plague his mind. He still sometimes wondered how he died and ended up in Soul Society. Perhaps it had something to do with that mysterious red light that saved him from his uncle at that time…

Magic. That was the best explanation that he could reason as to how he appeared in Soul Society. Harry didn't know how or why he was sent to Soul Society before his death, but he let it go every time he thought about it. There wasn't any point to wondering why he was sent to a place he thoroughly enjoyed being in.

It had taken awhile for the other two occupants of the household to believe in his magical capabilities. After all, he really didn't know any magic, and could only perform it accidentally. Harry let out a chuckle as he remembered the day where Hinamori had chased him around the house due to a comment that she overheard about her weight. Though Hinamori was not shallow like other girls Harry had the misfortune of meeting, she could easily get ticked by a comment that either he or their friend, Hitsugaya Toushirou, made. It wasn't even Harry that made the comment! It was all Hitsugaya's fault…Most of it anyways. She had chased him around for minutes before eventually catching him in his arms. He had then found himself wishing he was away from her clutches, and found himself sitting on top of their rooftop…Needless to say, the two of them were quite shocked at what he had just done. Since that day, his two friends did not doubt his magical abilities.

Off in the distance, he could hear Hinamori calling him to come over. Groaning at the disturbance of his "reflection time," Harry got up and slowly made his way over to where both Hitsugaya and Hinamori were standing. Today was the day that Hinamori was set to begin her studies as a shinigami at the nearby academy. She had passed the entrance exam a month ago, and was overjoyed at the prospect of becoming a shinigami…which annoyed both Harry and Hitsugaya to no end. Both Harry and Hitsugaya never showed any displays of spiritual energy, and neither wanted to become a shinigami anyways. As he approached them, Harry reflected over how much both of them had changed over the years.

Hinamori had grown up in height. No more was she the shy little girl who was bullied the year they had became friends. Her raven black hair had grown in length, and she had made it so that some of it fell over her forehead, while she tied the rest back. Her gentle brown eyes were as Harry had always remembered them, and it always had made him feel at peace whenever he looked at them. She now wore the robes which all academy students were forced to wear. They were white from the waist up, with red lining on the arms and the symbol indicating her as a new student on both sides of the robe. From the waist down, the rest of the robe was just red, and Harry marvelled at how naturally beautiful his friend looked in it.

Hitsugaya on the other hand…was short. That was the first thing people noticed about him, and Harry and Hinamori always laughed at him about it…which GREATLY annoyed him. The first impression that Harry had had of Hitsugaya was that he was a very lazy individual. There was a saying that first impressions were sometimes wrong…but not in this case. His white hair had grown, and Hinamori had always tried to tame both Harry's and Hitsugaya's unruly hair, but had failed every time. Eventually, she had given up on the idea. He still wore his navy blue robe, where both sides crossed over one another on his chest, along with his purple sash. His icy green eyes were narrowed as Hinamori said something, before turning into a full force glare as she began laughing at him.

"What's so funny?" asked Harry as he finally reached them. Hinamori stopped laughing and smiled at him, and Hitsugaya acknowledged him with a nod of his head before glaring once again at Hinamori. Noticing this, she started laughing again before explaining to the confused Harry. "I just told Shiro-chan to act like a good little kid while I'm away" explained an amused Hinamori. Harry looked at her in amazement. She truly had a "death wish" coming. Hitsugaya absolutely HATED being reminded about his height, and would be in a angry mood for the rest of the day whenever it happened. Harry grimaced. Trust Hinamori to do this the day she was leaving…

"Shiro-chan" was Hinamori's nickname for Hitsugaya, which was Japanese for "Whitey." This was made reference to Hitsugaya's unusual white hair, which was an uncommon hair colour. Hinamori also had a nickname for Harry, though he never really minded it as much as Hitsugaya did. "Midori-chan" was her nickname for him, which was a reference to Harry's green eyes, which she always commented on how beautiful they made him look. He didn't mind it much because his mom had the same green eyes, and it was nice to always remember her once in awhile...though it did sound a bit feminine at times.

"Okay then, I'm going, Shiro-chan, Midori-chan" said Hinamori as she gave Harry a hug which he returned, before patting the shorter Hitsugaya on the head. "Quit calling me Shiro-chan! And don't pat me on the head!" exclaimed Hitsugaya as he swatted away Hinamori's hand, before crossing his arms over his chest. Harry rolled his eyes, as Hinamori placed her hands at her waist and looked down at him in amusement. Hitsugaya could be so immature sometimes! "When you can enrol in the same place as me, then I'll call you by your name" teased Hinamori.

"As if we'd want to go to shinigami school" said both Harry and Hitsugaya simultaneously, though Hitsugaya added a "Screw that" before his phrase. Hinamori giggled at the both of them before beginning to run to school. "After I move into the dorms, I'll come back on the holidays to see the both of you! Take care of yourselves, you two! Later!" shouted Hinamori as she began to disappear. "Don't come back, Bedwetter Momo!" said Hitsugaya lazily as he rubbed his stomach. Harry snorted at Hitsugaya's use of Hinamori's nickname. As revenge for calling him Shiro-chan, Hitsugaya retaliated by calling her "Bedwetter Momo," which made references to her "accidents" as a child.

As Hinamori finally disappeared off into the distance, Harry turned towards Hitsugaya. "So…What do you want to do now?" asked Harry. They had never really discussed what they were going to do without Hinamori around them. His white haired friend shrugged. "Want to go eat some watermelons?" asked a hungry Hitsugaya. Harry grinned and nodded. Due to both his and Hitsugaya's love of watermelons, the three of them had started to grow watermelons in their backyard in order to accommodate them over the century and ten years. Together, the two one hundred and fourteen year old boys raced towards the watermelon patch, anxious to devour some of their delicious fruit.


True to her word, Hinamori visited the two of them whenever she had any days off. Though she had visited them many time over the years, there was one specific time which Harry remembered quite easily. It was the first time she had ever returned from her studies at the academy. The three of them were sitting on their front porch, eating their watermelons, as Hinamori told them about her studies at the academy.

"Captains are just totally amazing!" exclaimed Hinamori ash she held her watermelon in her hand. She was telling them about her first experience of seeing a Captain-ranked shinigami, which had supposedly shown up one day to inspect the academy. "The spirit force coming from their bodies is completely different from ours!" Harry and Hitsugaya simply continued devouring their watermelons, as they each finished a slice in five seconds each. "Gosh, are either of you listening to me? Shiro-chan? Midori-chan?" asked Hinamori. As Harry continued chewing on his watermelon slices, Hitsugaya stopped halfway through his and turned towards Hinamori. "I told you to stop calling me Shiro-chan!" exclaimed Hitsugaya as he started spitting a line of watermelon seeds at Hinamori's face. Hinamori let out a scream as she tried to shield herself with her hands, while Harry was laughing besides her. He immediately stopped laughing when Hinamori started glaring at him, which made him gulp. When Hinamori was mad, it was not wise to antagonize her any further…Only idiots like Hitsugaya were stupid enough to do that.

"And why do you come back every time you have a day off? Is there that little do at the academy?" asked Hitsugaya. Hinamori frowned at him. "Hey! I come here to hang out with you two." Before his friend could make another stupid comment, Harry interrupted. "Don't listen to him, Hinamori. We appreciate you coming to visit us once in awhile." said a smiling Harry, who ignored the glare he was receiving from his friend. Hinamori smiled at him before the three of them started munching on their watermelons once again.

Hinamori then stopped eating and looked up at the sky before saying "When I become a shinigami, I'm definitely going to join Captain Aizen's squad!" Hitsugaya and Harry simply looked at each other before resuming devouring their watermelons. "What? I'm serious!" exclaimed Hinamori as she saw the looks they exchanged.

And so began Hinamori's dream to join the 5th division of the Gotei 13, in hopes of being placed under the command of Captain Aizen Sousouke…


The Year of 1969, Soul Society, North Rukongai, District Thirty

Five years had passed since Hinamori had been accepted into the shinigami academy. True to her word, Hinamori had worked hard over the years in order to achieve her dream of joining Aizen Sousouke's squad. She had thrown herself into her studies, and had practiced nearly every night over a time period of five years. Improving in her melee combat with her zanpakutoh (soul slayer), Hinamori had discovered that she had a talent for kidou (demonic arts). After all her hard work and dedication, it was finally time…Hinamori Momo, friend of Harry James potter and Hitsugaya Toushirou, graduated from the shinigami academy.

"I did it!" shouted Hinamori as she ran into the house where she and her friends inhabited at a neck breaking speed. Silence being the only thing that greeted her, Hinamori slowed down and looked around. The lights were off, and Hinamori couldn't see anything in the darkness that encompassed the household. "Shiro-chan! Midori-chan! Are you guys here?" shouted Hinamori.

"I told you to stop calling me Shiro-chan!" yelled a voice from her left. Suddenly, she heard a groan from her right. "Stupid Hitsugaya! You completely ruined the surprise!" yelled a voice from her right as the lights came on, only to reveal an angry Hitsugaya and an annoyed Harry Potter. Hinamori blinked in confusion. "Surprise? What surprise?" asked Hinamori. His eyes changing from annoyed to gentle in a matter of seconds, Harry turned towards Hinamori and said "Well…We wanted to congratulate you for graduating from the academy…So Hitsugaya and I decided to do something special for you…" said a smiling Harry as he led her into the living room. Hinamori gasped in surprise.

A feast. That was the only way to describe the amount of food in front of her. Various amounts of food that the three of them enjoyed was placed on the table, as Hinamori looked at it all in amazement. In their little family of three, she and Harry were the only ones capable of cooking. Hitsugaya, despite the fact that he was a genius child, simply did not have the talent to perform such a skill. As she continued looking around, she spotted banners which said "Congratulations, Bedwetter Momo" which, while normally annoying her, brought tears to her eyes. All of a sudden, she spun around and pulled a surprised Harry and Hitsugaya into a fierce hug. "Oh my god! Thank you so much!" whispered a crying Hinamori.

The two boys relaxed in her arms as they slowly embraced her back. "Congratulations, Momo" whispered the two boys into her ears. Hinamori smiled at the use of her first name as she continued to embrace them. They hardly called her Momo, and would only call her that during special times…This was one of those special times.

The three of them could later be seen sitting in front of their favourite tree in the backyard. Hinamori sat in the middle of both of them, as the two boys slowly began to drift off to sleep. She smiled as she heard their soft breathes, and looked down sadly at the both of them as a tear slid down her cheek. "I'm going to miss you two so much…" whispered Hinamori. Now that she was an active shinigami of the Gotei 13, she would not be able to see them as much as she had done over the past few years. "You two are so important to me…I love you both so much…" she whispered as she gently played with their hair.

"We love you too, Momo" whispered Harry as he slowly opened his eyes. "And you're going to see a lot more of us than you think" said Hitsugaya. Wiping away her tears, she turned her head towards Hitsugaya, a look of confusion on her face. "What do you mean, Shiro-chan?" asked a curious Hinamori. Before Hitsugaya could retaliate to the use of his nickname, Harry answered her. "What he means to say is that starting next month, we'll be attending the shinigami academy." As what Harry said slowly processed within Hinamori's mind, she turned her head back and forth from Harry to Hitsugaya. "Wha…? When…? How…?" muttered a shocked Hinamori. As what Harry said hit her, she grabbed the both of them into a fierce embrace. "Oh my god! I'm SO happy for the two of you!" squealed Hinamori.

"Ack! Hinamori…" gasped a suffocating Harry. "We can't breathe!" gasped an equally suffocating Hitsugaya. Realizing what she was doing to them, Hinamori immediately release the two of them and apologized, blushing at her stupidity as the two boys quickly breathed in air. "I can't believe it…You two are actually going to become shinigami!" exclaimed Hinamori. Suddenly, she turned to them with a curious look on her face. "What happened to not wanting to go to shinigami school?" she asked. The boys quickly replied with "Boredom."

Technically, it was true. They were tired of having nothing to do while Hinamori was away. Though they managed to survive those past five years, both Harry and Hitsugaya was getting quite tired of it. What they wouldn't tell Hinamori, however, was that they had another reason to become shinigami. To them, Hinamori was an important individual to the both of them. Whether it be the role of a sister most of the time and even sometimes a mother, the two truly did care for Hinamori…and in order to protect her, both Harry and Hitsugaya would strive to become strong shinigami capable of protecting her and, though they never thought about it, each other.

Thus began Harry James Potter and Hitsugaya Toushirou's journey to become shinigami.


Author's Note: To all those wondering what happened to my other story, "Death's Blossom", I removed it. I was dissatisfied with what I wrote, and have temporarily removed it until another time. Until then, this new story has been created, and I like it far more than I do my other. Future 'ships will include Harry/Fleur and Hitsu/Hina, which will take place later in the story once they head to Hogwarts during what is supposed to be Harry's fourth year. Any comments and/or suggestions are highly welcome, and reviews would be nice .

Next chapter tells of Harry and Hitsugaya's journey of becoming shinigami.