Hi there everyone! In honor of the new HP movie, I have decided to write and post a HPxBleach crossover fic! Here is the premise: Harry is being hanuted by nightmares of a hauntingly gorgeous face, among other nightmares. In his attempt to escape from his nightmares, he ends up being killed by a hollow and going to Hueco Mundo, as a simple spirit. What will Aizen make of this tresspasser? attempted HPxGJxUS

I am no longer able to pretend that I'm perfect for Ginny, Ron, and Hermione. It's taking too much from me, what with the nightmares stealing sleep from me. I can't sleep without seeing that gorgeous, smiling face that calls for the slaughter of a species called 'death-gods', or so I have been able to gather. I can't be certain because I have no way to find this handsome man or ask him questions in my dream because he is there for a moment and then gone; replaced with a handsome green-eyed man and a muscular blue-haired man. I don't know if these men are real or if they are just a fantasy but they will not cease their torment of my un-restful sleep.

But I just can't continue with this anymore. That's why I'm standing here, in the ruins of what used to be potter Cottage, where everything started twenty years ago. I've stood in just about every room in this wreckage, trying to find the perfect place to do this but I can't figure out where to go. There is only one room that I haven't tried yet, however, so I guess that is going to change. It seems that that may be the only room with strong enough wards to keep people from being effected by what is about to be released.

SKREA

"What the bloody hell was that?" I exclaimed.

Abandoning my quest to find the proper room for m plans, I ran off to discover what that monstrous noise was. I've encountered many magical creatures in my life but I don't even have a clue as to what kind of creature could make a sound like that.

I followed the sound, wand drawn, for many minutes until I ran into the source of it, literally. I have no clue what this creature looks like, I could swear there is only air in front of me.

"What the..? What the blazes did I run into?" I mumbled. "There's nothing there but..."

"Get down!" I heard a voice say.

I spun to face the voice only to be stabbed by a slowly appearing…Is that an arm? A claw? I can't tell. I can't see! My glasses! Wait, no. my glasses are still on my nose so what…Oh. I get it. Whatever stabbed me is killing me. I feel it now, my magic is being drained. It feels like a dementor is sucking out my soul but yet completely different.

Four years ago I would have been panicking in this situation but, I guess that when you go to a place to kill yourself and end up being killed by something else, it doesn't matter much to you.

I'm sorry, Ginny, I can't be a good husband and father to James. I'm sorry, Ron and Hermione, I can't be a good enough friend to both of you. Good bye, everyone.