Pairings: RenRuki, RanGin, HitsuHina, and maybe ByaSoi, or ByaYoru.

Note: This takes place in Harry's third year, and is after the Aizen arc. Lets pretend there was some weird fluke, a one-in-a-quentillion chance, and Ichigo still has his Shinigami powers for a while. Also, Gin managed to hold on until Orihime came back from Hueco Mundo, and she healed him on her way to Ichigo.

Disclaimer: I don't own either Bleach, or Harry Potter, unfortunately. (cry)

Chapter 1: Yamamoto holds a meeting, and the victims are selected.

Me: Well, here it is! My second fanfic!

Hitsugaya: Just get on with the story already. Or I'll Daiguren Hyorinmaru you so hard you'll never unfreeze.

Me: How rude! Little boys should not speak like that!

Gin: That's right! Midgets ought to be more polite!

Hitsugaya: ...* vein throbs*

*Gin, Hitsugaya, and I all scuffle in the background*

Byakuya: twistedthinking3 just wanted to remind you that she owns none of us, and she hopes that reader-sama will enjoy the story.

The owl flew with difficulty through the storm, matters not helped by the seven heavy envelopes tied onto its leg. It could see its destination: a mountaintop, which was were it would drop off the cumbersome load to an old man, who would in turn deliver the letters to their recipients. Finally!

The owl landed on a rocky protuberance, and held its waiting leg out to the human, who took the letters and mumbled to himself, almost sadly, "It's time." The owl flew off, considerably lightened by the lack of weighty parchment, and left the old man to think. After a few moments consideration, the man turned and twisted his sword in the air.

"Kaijo." Release.

Japanese-style doors slid open from out of nowhere, and the old man stepped through. As they closed, a black butterfly drifted through the rapidly slimming opening. It fluttered off into the night...

Far away, in another country, a 13-year old boy lay under his blankets, reading up on the history of his people, when he saw a particular term: Shinigami. It was obviously foreign, and he curiously turned the page to see what it meant. However, the author appeared to know little about the Shinigami, except that they were 'a militaristic group, dressed almost solely in black. They wielded their weapons with a ferocity unknown to humans, and were highly secretive. The Shinigami were wiped out for unknown reasons by the Wizard population some thousand years ago.'

There the section on Shinigami ended, being replaced by a few paragraphs on Wendelin the Weird. Harry groaned, disappointed, and rolled over, nearly squashing his paper and ink. He would have to ask his very intelligent friend about it when he got back to school. Hermione surely would know more about 'Shinigami,' he thought wryly. After all, there couldn't be anything she DIDN'T know.

Satisfied with this, Harry hid his supplies carefully under the loose floor board, slipped into bed, and closed his eyes.

THUMP! An owl, no, two, no, THREE owls had fallen on the floor. Harry leapt from his bed and crouched besides them. One of the unfortunate owls was his own, Hedwig, one was a handsome, tawny specimen, and the last was Errol, the Weasleys ancient owl, and he looked like he might expire at any given moment. Horrified at the thought, Harry hastily gave Errol some water, which the old bird guzzled gratefully.

Only then did Harry notice the three packages the owls had brought him, along with a letter. Ruefully, Harry picked up the rather large box that poor Errol had been toting, and ripped open the brown paper that covered it.

Gin: And back to Soul Society it goes! The tennis ball travels up, up, up and over-

Me: Shut up.

Hitsugaya sat at his desk, rubbing his temples. His Assistant Captain was precisely 23 minutes, 52 seconds late for her shift of the paperwork, and, frankly, he wasn't surprised. There had been a new problem cropping up in England lately, which equaled more paperwork, which equaled a VERY grumpy Captain of the 10th Company. The small, white-haired captain drummed his fingers on his desk. 25 minutes. That was it. Hitsugaya's already worn patience snapped.

"MATSUMOTO!" He roared.

"Captain!" Matsumoto called out in her most annoying sing-song voice. "Captain Commander wants a woooorrd with you!"

Hitsugaya stared at her in disbelief. So she listened to Captain Commander, but not her own captain?

"It's uuurrgennnt!"

"Fine!" Hitsugaya barked. "Do all the paperwork while I'm gone."

"WHAT?! But Caaaaptaaaiin..."

"No buts." Hitsugaya strode off, praying she'd actually do what she was supposed to, and wouldn't just laze around on the couch, drinking sake. Hmm. Maybe he could have the couch removed. Then she would have no place to lounge on, and perhaps she would do her work so she could go home and...

Never mind, he didn't even WANT to think about what she did without mature supervision.

Caught up in the pros and cons of removing, or not removing the sofa, Hitsugaya nearly passed by the Captain Commander's office. That would have been bad, Hitsugaya though to himself with a rare wry smile.

Hitsugaya pushed aside the sliding doors that separated him from whatever Captain Commander had to tell him. It must be of the utmost importance, he thought, for an elite like myself to be ordered in-

"Hey." Ichigo greeted the cotton-fluff haired captain. Ichigo was sitting on the floor, along with Renji, Rukia, Byakuya, Soi Fon, and Gin, and privately, Ichigo wondered what was so dire that it would require four captains, two assistant captains, and the substitute Shinigami.

"Ahem. Captain Hitsugaya, please sit down." Yamamoto thundered. "You are probably all wondering why I summoned you all here, especially since this seems a random assortment of soldiers."

You got that right, Ichigo thought.

"However, I DO have a specific reason for each of you to be ordered in. But first things first." Captain Commander handed each Shinigami a thick parchment envelope. The paper was rich and creamy. Ichigo looked at the address of his. It read:

Kurosaki Ichigo
1st Companies Barracks, Captain Commanders Headquarters
2cd Tatami Mat From The Right Of The Door
Soul Society

Ichigo scooted over so he was only one tatami mat away from the door. "What are you waiting for?" Rukia asked sharply. "Nothing," Ichigo replied. "I just moved so the address was inaccurate, therefore slightly less creepy."

"Mmm." Rukia grunted as she attempted to rip open her letter. Ichigo looked around at the rest of the group. Hitsugaya was neatly slitting the envelope open with a letter opener he had in his pocket. Renji was just sitting, staring at it dumbfounded. He obviously had no idea how to open the paper. Rukia was having similar difficulties, as even when she lived in the human world, she had never come across anything so strange and confusing as THIS. (Besides maybe a juice box)

Gin was already slipping the parchment out, and Ichigo suspiciously wondered if he had used Shinso in the same matter as Hitsugaya. Soi Fon looked like she might Suzumebachi the envelope at any given moment in frustration, and Byakuya... "HOLY SHIT!" Ichigo bellowed in terror. "Everybody get down!"

"Bankai."

After precisely 13 minutes, 36 seconds, the trial of blood, (Byakuya) death threats,
( Soi Fon) throwing tables across the room, (Renji) and Chappy, (Rukia) all envelopes were opened, furniture was restored to its rightful place, and all cherry blossom wounds were hastily bandaged.

"Thank god, it's over..." Ichigo muttered. He himself had easily opened the letter, it was just the chaos around him that made it slow. Ichigo looked at the paper in his hand. Whatever was in this letter, it better be good, he thought grimly. I just went through a lot of pain for this.

Ichigo gingerly unfolded the parchment, after all he had been through he wouldn't be surprised if it exploded on him. It read:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Kurosaki-san,
We are pleased to inform you your request as a transfer student to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has been granted.
Please find enclosed a list a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva Mcgonagall,
Deputy Headmistress

What? Ichigo thought. Witchcraft? Wizardry? Shaking his head slightly, he pulled a second sheet of paper. This one said:

UNIFORM
Transfer students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags

COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Emeric Switch
The Monster Book of Monsters

Ichigo read the rest of the titles of books he was supposed to get, a growing feeling of dread creeping up inside him. He looked around at his companions. They all wore the exact same expression of disbelief and horror. Squeezing his eyes tightly together for a second, Ichigo read on:

OTHER EQUIPMENT
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring an owl OR cat OR toad

Broomsticks are allowed to transfers

There the letter ended. Rukia looked up from the parchment, a lead weight in her stomach. She turned to Captain Commander. "Please explain,"

Yamamoto coughed. "Very well. You all have been accepted as transfer students to this... Wizarding school."

"Yes, we got that," Ichigo interrupted. Rukia kicked the offender upside the head, and as he sank to the ground, apologized for his rude behavior.

"Ahem. I'll continue now." Everyone snapped their gazes away from the slightly twitching substitute Shinigami. "For some time there have been some... Occurrences in England. I'm afraid you've been getting the brunt of it, Captain Hitsugaya." That small captain nodded.

"I've been speaking to the headmaster of that academy, and it seems that a certain evil wizard has been awakening from his defeat a decade or so ago." This is where you come in.
On the wizarding worlds behalf, I order you to enroll in the school and protect the students, particularly the one who last defeated the dark wizard."

" On Soul Societies behalf, I would like you to spy on the magical population, and make sure they aren't getting out of hand. The last time they got out of control, they killed a couple unseated members of 4th Company, and thought they drove us to extinction."

This doesn't make any sense, Renji complained in his head. He glanced over at his Captain, who seemed unperturbed as always. I wonder what Captain Kuchiki thinks about this...?

Byakuya's face suddenly paled. This reiatsu... It couldn't be! "OI" a brash voice rang out. "You're not forgetting about ME, right?" The sliding doors rushed open. Behind them stood a tanned woman with bright golden eyes, and long purple hair tied up in a pony-tail.
"Hey Byakuya," she grinned. "Nice to see you too."

Heh heh heh... Finally done with the first chapter! Also, just so you know, in this Fic, Yoruichi adopted Soi Fon as her little sister. I know it's totally unrealistic! It's just that their relationship is SO cute, and it reminds me of sisters... Hee hee. twistedmind3, over and out.