Shinigami

Leigh's pronunciation: FYI: "LEE"

"Dialogue/Talking"

'Thoughts'

Flashbacks

"Hollow/Vizard talking"

"Parceltongue"

Disclaimer: I do not own anything of Bleach or Harry Potter, but thank you for reading my story anyway!

A/N" Please ignore that the beginning of the story is similar to my story "Broken Soul."

Chapter 1

Leaving

This was the moment Leigh and everyone else in the wizarding world, have been waiting for as she saw two flashes of red and green light clash together, faster than the human eye could see. However, to the Girl-Who-Lived, Leigh Lillian Potter, it was the exact opposite. Seeing Voldemort's spells now compared to before her intense training was quite possibly the easiest time she was able to block his spells. She wanted to feel surprised when Voldemort's wand slipped from his fingers and the green light of the killing curse reverted back to its owner, striking him in the chest, but it was impossible for her to feel shocked. Not when she knew that Voldemort would not be capable of blocking any spell she used from her training.

Leigh's breathing was harsh and shallow and her expression was practically nonexistent. She watched the shock on her enemy's face as the snake lord fell to his death. She did not allow anyone to see the secret to Voldemort's death by placing a small almost unnoticeable illusion around everyone that stood around the two. Just before he dropped to the floor she dropped the spell. She watched him fall to the ground, not making a move… not noticing the fleeing death eaters get away from a one-way trip to Azkaban Prison. She ignored the screams of happiness roaring out of everyone's mouth. She couldn't look away from the snake-man for some reason. Despite all the terror he caused everyone here today and herself, for the past seven years, she couldn't help but feel a grudging respect for him.

It was difficult to explain, but she understood perfectly. This man lying dead on the ground was the prime example of what Leigh could have become if she was not able to open her heart to Ron and Hermione. Leigh and Voldemort had similar life styles when they were young. Both got picked on by other kids and lived in abusive families or orphanages, but somehow she was able to see a bright side. She had hope for her future when she lived with the Dursley's. Leigh hoped that one day she would find the happiness that she needed. Unlike her, Voldemort hadn't had the hope to search. He never had friends, but instead devoted followers that feared him. She felt as though she still hasn't quite found it, but it is closer every day. At least, she hoped so.

Leigh couldn't sit still anymore and listen to everyone's cheerful laughter, so she made her way to the headmaster's office under her invisibility cloak. She couldn't bring herself to talk to anyone anymore. She couldn't blame anyone for wanting to celebrate. She really couldn't, but her heart was too heavy for any celebrations, even though it was in her honor. Her movements were instinct as her mind went numb. She couldn't think straight anymore as she walked through the secret entrance to the office she hadn't been inside for almost a year. Looking around, she couldn't stop herself from giving a small, sad smile. The office hadn't changed a bit. It was almost as if Hogwarts had wanted to protect the last remaining dignity it had besides the Room of Requirement from the invading Death Eaters. Although, the only person that had been allowed to enter the office was Severus Snape for being Dumbledore's man ever since Voldemort killed her mother.

What could she say? Leigh would be lying if she didn't say it was a shock for her that Professor Snape, the meanest, snarkiest man in Hogwarts had been a friend with her mother when they were younger. Until a few hours ago she never wanted to acknowledge how brave and honorable he had truly became over time, but now she realized what a mistake that was when he was bitten in the neck by Nagini when Voldemort thought he was the owner of the Elder wand. Now she couldn't help herself in thinking about all the times he saved her life. The cursed broom in first year, sort of defending her against Argus Filch when he thought his precious devil-cat was dead, and in her third year attempting to shield her and friends against Remus' werewolf form. He stood right in front with both arms spread wide ready to take the hit (or bite). She wasn't even sure if he had his wand in hand. He did so much for her over the years, including helping in her search for a way to destroy a few horcruxes without her knowing until the end. Even though his protection came to Leigh because of being the daughter of Lily Evans Potter, he still sacrificed himself to help her.

When she arrived inside the office she looked up, almost startled when she heard applause and cheering coming from the portraits on the walls. However, the only one she wanted to see this very moment was an old man with half-moon glasses. She spotted him at once, having the largest frame out of all the former headmasters and mistresses of this school.

"My dear girl," Albus began. "I cannot possibly describe how impeccably proud I am of you."

She looked away, feeling ridiculously shy like a first year all over again. Leigh looked back up to see the most sparkling eyes she'd ever seen in the wrinkled face. She could swear that he looked like he wanted to shed tears any minute now. She opened her mouth, but no words would exit. She wasn't sure what to say anymore. Most of the conversations they ever had together were generally about Voldemort, and now that he was no more, she suddenly felt nervous speaking to him.

"Then don't. He's gone now. I was able to gain possession of the Elder wand just as you wanted," She said almost breathily. "Indeed so," The former headmaster said.

"I'll hide it away, so no one can challenge me and the life of the Elder wand will end. I will be its final master." Leigh concluded.

"I agree whole-heartedly with your idea. If I may ask, why are you alone? Where are Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley?"

Leigh would bet anything that her face turned pasty. She did not want to think about what happened, but the moment Professor Dumbledore asked she felt the memory return to her mind like the Hogwarts Express slamming into her gut at top speed. She looked away from the portrait once again.

It happened when Leigh, Ron, and Hermione were trapped inside the Malfoy Manor dungeon. Things went from deep shit to absolute hell. Hermione was dragged out of her cell by Bellatrix Lestrange. She and Ron were forced to watch as Hermione was subjected to the Cruciatus curse over and over again. She asked her questions of where her friends were. She almost wished that Hermione hadn't placed a disillusionment charm on them at the last minute when they were unexpectedly ambushed. It was smart of her to do so, but seeing her being tortured was heart breaking. She would never be able to forget the look of absolute pain on Hermione's face when she begged for Bellatrix to stop, to kill her, anything to stop the pain. Except the only way she would stop is the information that Hermione did not give.

Leigh took a deep breath, not wanting to let tears run out of her eyes as she recalled the memory. In the end, she and Ron hadn't been able to do a thing because they were chained to the wall inside the cell as well as their wands taken away They couldn't apparate away like they wanted due to special wards preventing a prisoner's escape. As a result, they were forced to watch as Hermione's eyes dulled lifelessly.

Dobby came to the rescue, and with his unusual elven magic helped Leigh Potter and her Weazy out of the manor. Once they arrived at Bill and Fleur's house she turned to her only friend and was met with a wand pointed to her face. When Ron was set free by Dobby he'd grabbed his wand just in time before they left the cell. Ron's hand trembled with anger as he tried to refrain from yelling the first spell that came to mind at his long time friend. Leigh knew that Ron had been in love with Hermione. She often saw the two holding hands as they slept at Grimmauld Place and now that she was unable to be helped, she could see the sadness and regret in his eyes. Leigh could read what he was thinking in his eyes as he looked at her. Ron hated her now. Within the hour, she'd lost her both friends. The only thing keeping Ron from cursing her with every spell he knew was that Hermione's death was still fresh in his mind. She backed away from Ron, trying to tell him that she understood. She would leave and never bother him again. It broke her heart to do it, but she apparated away. Since then she fulfilled the prophecy on her own.

Dumbledore frowned with worry as he saw his precious student's eyes turn red and her chest taking ragged breath's. "Leigh?' He asked, coaxing her to speak. She couldn't though. No matter how much time it takes, she will never be able to get over this. Every night she sleeps she can hear Hermione's screams and Ron's eyes of hatred even though he hadn't spoken to her that night, only turning his wand on her.

She gave him a bitter snort. "What do you think happened?"

"I could venture a guess, but I do not wish to overstep my boundaries in case I'm wrong," He admitted to her. His voice attempted to sooth her, but she didn't want to listen to his piteous tone.

"I don't want to talk about it. The only thing I'll say is that I'll never be seeing them again," She replied. Her voice struggled to remain steady when she talked, but somehow she managed, if not coming off a bit cold. Leigh took a deep breath as she tried to think of something else. She never liked crying in front of people during the few times she actually did. She sighed in relief when she thought of something else.

"Will Professor Snape get his own portrait in here?" she asked finally.

"He will. He was a headmaster of Hogwarts, after all. No matter how short a period it was," he replied.

"Is the transporting device ready for my exit?" Leigh asked.

"Yes, I had it ready for you before my death. It's timed to go any time you want as long as Voldemort was destroyed, and now that he is, you're free to do as you like."

Leigh sighed in relief. Although the portkey was originally meant for Her, Ron, and Hermione it is impossible since Hermione was dead and Ron can no longer stand her presence.

"I'm ready now. There's nothing for me to pack. I'll buy any necessities when I get there. The paperwork for the house you bought for me should be finalized, right?" Leigh said wanting to leave.

"It is ready. Your destination will be Karakura, Japan. All you need to do is touch the pencil with a finger."

She nodded with acceptance. Before she touched the portkey Dumbledore had one more thing to say. "Does anyone besides me know you're leaving?"

"No," she replied monotonously. Her finger was merely centimeters away from the pencil, but she sighed as she too thought of something new to say.

"But I suppose you may tell only one person if absolutely necessary. It must only be her, for I trust no one as much as I would trust her if it weren't the fact that Ron and Hermione are gone."

Dumbledore waited for Leigh to continue.

Leigh pressed her finger to the pencil's wood edge and felt the beginning of the portkey's activation.

The last words to leave her mouth before she disappeared with the pencil portkey was the name of the only person she would allow permission to know where her location was.

"Luna Lovegood."

***

Leigh looked up to the sky just after her feet slammed to the ground. Her tired body collapsed in the grass. Her body was still wounded from the battle at Hogwarts. She winced as she felt a few stitches on her arm twinge, but otherwise they were safe. Sometimes potions couldn't heal everything in one go. Her hand relaxed and let the pencil slide from her fingers into the damp grass.

'Why are portkeys so troublesome? I can never land properly. I should have just asked Dumbledore to teach me to apparate across an ocean.'

She gave a mental groan. 'I should probably get up before someone sees me in this battered state. I don't feel like dealing with any hospitals for a while.'

Her eyes drooped sleepily. 'But I'm so tired. I haven't slept in three days.'

Her eyes snapped open and she summoned the strength to heave herself up. That's right, just like the strength she used to get to Dumbledore's office. The last of the Pepper Up potion's use was coming to an end. She had to hurry. She only hoped when she got inside their was a couch. 'Oh wait, Dumbledore said the house was ready.' "Accio housekey," she whispered.

A small silver key floated into her hand, unlocked the door and sighed. "Finally." She trudged to the couch and flopped down falling asleep.