Twice in a lifetime

Show: BLEACH/Harry Potter (Crossover)

Rated: T

Pairings: Ensamble of pairings spcifically; Ulqui/OC, Ichi/Hime, Ruki/Renji, Gin/Ran, etc.

Genre: Romance, adventure, mystery, hurt/comfort, humor (hopefully)

A/N:Another BLEACH fic from me that I bet you don't even want to read this. But this one is different. It's an experiment fic with a crossover of it with Harry Potter. A first from/for me! And before you ask; What is this? Another fic with a BLEACH+Harry Potter crossover? I've already seen those. Well, like I said-this one is different. Instead of BLEACH characters getting sent or involved, or even a Fem!Ichigo (yeah, I've read those, you know who you are) crossing in the HP world-then no. It's Ichigo and Orihime's daughter who has that luck and priviledge. Please don't hate this fic on the first try. Give it a chance. And if you do not like some of the pairing, please don't flame. I really need feedbacks from you readers to tell me on how my writing is! I really want to creat a book of my own! And this site is good practice!

One more thing. I'm embarrassed to ask but...How can you guys choose a crossover category in your 'saved category' It's driving me nuts! Help, please.

Alright, no more from me. Please read on.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot/plottwist. And if I did own anything Ulquiorra would still be alive and be with Orihime, and Snape, Dumbledore, Lupin, Padfoot, and Fred would also still be alive!

Summary: Hana 'Shiba' Kurosaki is the daughter of Ichigo and Orihime Kurosaki, a newly 3rd seat of Hitsugaya Toushirou, latest student of Yoruichi and Soi Fon, as well as a graduating student. She has enough on her plate of a hectic life. Add a former Espada into the mix and you've got yourself a recipe for disaster. [Warning: Slight ooc and possessive Ulquiorra in a 12 year old body.]

Chapter 1: Just another manic Monday

A sixteen year old female with knee length strawberry blond hair with red tips was tossed ungracefully into the ground before recovering by backflipping away from her assailant.

"Your footing was off, Kurosaki-chan." Soi Fon lectured before charging again.

The strawberry blond blocked her teacher's kicks and punches before managing to hit her in the stomach. Both winded, Soi Fon gave an approving smile. "Very good, Kurosaki-chan. You've managed to hit me more than our previous training session."

Taking a deep breath to regain more oxygen in her lungs the teenager smiled. "Thank you, Soi Fon-sensei."

The squad two captain nodded, her face once again in that neutral but stern expression. "Very well. I believe it's time to call it a day. return to the Kuchiki mansion. I am sure that you have school the next day in Karakura."

The teen only nodded before she shunpo'ed after her teacher left.

Name: Hana 'Shiba' Kurosaki.

Arriving at the Kuchiki mansion the young strawberry blond was greeted by a servant waiting for her with a towel. Thanking the worker with a smile the teenager accepted the article as she wiped herself away of the sweat.

"Dinner will be served soon, Kurosaki-san." The servant stated.

Age: 16 years old-though somewhat shorter within girls her age.

She nodded. "Thank you. I'll be taking abath and stay in my room beforehand." And with that went on her way deeper in the manor. Walking instead of shunpo.

Hates: Who speak and treat poorly of the dead with no respect. Bullies, and perverts.

Sighing as she plopped down on her futon in her temporary home Hana covered her eyes with her forearm. There was still time before dinner so she decided to close her eyes for a little bit.

Special talents: Can fight, cooks, sketches, and be able to see the dead.

**†**

She was in a white room, sitting next to an open balcony over looking a vast desert. Her hand was quickly but precisely scratching the surface of a large sketch pad.

"So, any reason why you suddenly decided to visit?" She asked to whoever her companion was for she did not bother to look up from her activity.

"You are the one sent for me to be here." A voice replied. It was in a smooth baritone that had a tinge of power behind it. It also hinted with some irritation and annoyance.

"Oh. Was I who did that?" She teased before a sudden spike in the air made her pause to look up at her guest with amusement.

"Woman, do not test me." The man's voice echoed in the room such tone that anyone would be shaking in their knees. But not her.

Continuing in her activity she replied, "Why not? I barely leave this room. And I rarely see you anymore." She whispered the last part but it was still heard.

The room bacame tense as the rooms only occupants busied themselves with their own thoughts.

"What are you doing?" He asked as she fought the smile starting to form on her lips. Leave it to him to change the subject.

The woman in the chair turned over her sketch pad to show it to her companion. "What do you think? I believe it resembles you greatly-though I only did it from memmory. Do you like it?"

There was a few minutes before the man replied. "It is me." He stated before he directed his eyes to her. "Why?"

She only shrugged before she replied. "When you have not much to do I draw. Don't worry, it's just not you I draw."

Pausing before turning to a fresh blank page. "Although, I have enough of you to create a portfolio." She teased.

"Woman."

Laughing at his disposition made her days here. Oh, it was good to laugh. To smile a real one not relating to battle and blood lust.

"I'll stop teasing when you call me by my name."

Closing his eyes he relented. "Very well, H-"

**†**

The sudden knock on her rooms shogi screen snaped Hana bck to reality.

Sitting up she called, "Yes, what is it?"

"Dinner is served, Kurosaki-san." The servant from before stated at the other side. Making the teen get up and leave her room before following the worker to the dining area.

# # # #

"So, how was the training with Soi Fon-taichou, Hana-chan?" Rukia asked as they struck up with some conversations.

"Oh. It was fine, aunt Rukia. Soi Fon-sensei said that I have been improving. But she and I both kknow I still have a long way to go." The strawberry blond replied back after swallowing her food.

Byakuya nodded. "Hmm. Very good with your training, Hana."

The teen flushed from the obvious praise. "T-Thank you. Byakuya-san."

"Han." She stiffened at his tone. "You may call me 'uncle' if you choose. I do not condemn you from that."

"Y-Yes…U-Uncle Byakuya." Hana meakly replied as Rukia laughed. It was so not helping.

"Even though nii-sama denies it, he can sure spoil you sometimes." Her aunt snickered before returning to her dinner.

"We are not encouraging this." Hana deadpanned as she too continued to eat.

# # # #

The next day Hana was standing in front of the Dangai passageway as she was soon to leave and return back to the world of the living. She double checked everything from her zanpactou to her duffle bag hanging over her shoulder before sensing to incoming riatsu's.

Hana turned to see her voluptuous friends and fukataichou, Rangiku, and hr captain, Hitsuga Toushirou.

"Phew. We made it just in time." Rangiku stated in her cheery disposition whilst her captain just stood there with arms crossed as well as his stern scowl.

"Rangiku-san, Hitsugaya-taichou, what are you doing here?" The teen wondered as she looked in confussion.

"We're here to see you off, silly!" The busty woman chidded when she patted the space between the younger's shoulder, knocking a bit of air from her lungs.

"I can understand you, Rangiku-san. But Hitsugaya-taichou…?" The young strawberry blond raised a brow to her captain's direction. The apperent twitch in his brow was a dead give a way.

"I only humored Matsumoto by coming along. Also," Toushirou paused as he pulled out a large bundle wrapped in brown paper and twine from his shihakusho.

"What's this?" Hana asked when she received it.

"In there are a few herbs for your mother, from Unohana. To help with her pregnancy. She's due soon, correct?" The captain inquired to his third seat.

She nodded. "Yeah. Only two months left until I'm a big sister."

Toushirou simply nodded. "Good. Tell Orihime to make tea with them as instructed by Unohana-taichou. It's easier that way. Inside ther is also from Momo-a book in kidou. Another kimono from Shunsui-taichou, and a box of strawberry cream candy."

A playful scowl presented itself on the teenagers face as she smiled. "Well, tell them my thanks then. Seriously I don't need all these stuff." She muttered before placing the package in her bag.

"I'll be leaving then. See you next week!" Hana bidded farewell as she jogged in to the Dangai.

"Hey, captain. Why didn't you tell Hana-chan about that tea you gave for her?" Said teen heard Rangiku's vloice echo behind her.

"Shut up, Matsumoto!" Hana laughed as she heard her captain's rebuk. She guessed that he was flustered.

# # # #

"I'm home!" Hana called through the house once she entered.

"Welcome home, Hana. I'm in the kitchen o wy not wash up before dinner?" Her mother called back.

"Okay then. Hey, where's dad?" She asked before pausing up the stairs.

"Oh, he was here a little while ago but left some shinigami business." Orihime stepped out from the kitchen to greet her daughter with a smile. Her seven month pregnancy showing in her stomach.

"I see." The teen muttered. "I'll go then. Oh! Unohana-taichou has something for you. You can make tea with it. It'll help."

"Thank you, dear." The woman smiled as she received the herbs from her daughter's outstretched hand.

It was a little later into the night where they ate dinner as a famil. Hana surely surprised her father when he came back. Tackled hime to the ground, she did. Commenting that she was starting to become like her grandfather.

Hana sighed as she finished drinking the tea her captain gave her to help sleep easily after what happened during the weekend. With all that's happened and with school tomorrow, she's going to need those eight hours of sleep.

Tucking under her blankets she was out like a light once her head hit the pillow.

Tomorrow was just another manic Monday.

TBC

A/N: Please comment and be not afraid to speak your mind. I accept critisism and ideas. See you (hopefully) in the next chapter.