I decided to try a crossover between Bleach and Harry Potter. Well, here ya goes! I hope you enjoy…

Btw… I don't own either! Though I wish I owned Toshirou-kun! But sadly, it's not to be. I'm not that imaginative when it comes to characters….. But anyways! Enjoy!

"Why did we get saddled with you, freak!?" A purple faced man shook a small black haired infant. The child cried, being in pain and defenseless against the man. With one final shake the man dropped the small infant into the river below. The man then left in his car, uncaring of the child.

As the child became immersed in the icy cold of the river, his magic rushed to protect him. The strain of it trying to protect the small child's frail body bleached the infant's black hair a snowy white. Still, the magic desperately tried to protect the small one's life, but it was all for naught. In the dark of night, in the icy black waters of the winter river, the now white-haired infant died.

HP/B (All said in Japanese)

Hitsugaya Toshiro made his way towards the office of the So-taichou (A/N: not sure of the spelling. Correct me if I'm wrong please). He was immediately ushered in and he stood before the wooden desk silently. The So-taichou cleared his throat and started speaking. "We have recently come across some information regarding your past when you were still alive in the real world." Hitsugaya's only response was a slight widening of his emerald eyes. The So-taichou continued. "Apparently you were thrown into the Japanese Soul Society all the way from England. You were also thrown into the past. Your death must have been traumatic for your Reiatsu to have reacted in such a way.

Also, we came across you birth name, Potter Harry. You were apparently famous in England's Wizarding World. Wizards, as you know, are humans who are able to access their Reiatsu. They call it magic. Now, the Wizards who knew you as Potter Harry do not know that you have died. In fact, if you hadn't, in the real world you would be 11. This is the age that the children go to schools to learn how to control their 'magic'. You have a mission to go to England for an extended period of time and learn how the wizards operate since you will be able to easily blend in." Hitsugaya nodded to show his understanding. The So-taichou held out a small jar that looked to be filled with little pills. "These are Ageing Pills developed by the 12th division. They will age you at the rate of a real world human until you physically look 17. You will then be stuck looking 17 for the duration of the time it would have taken in Soul Society to age to physically 17. Do you understand?" Hitsugaya nodded. "Very good. All of your school supplies have been purchased and are waiting for you in your quarters. You will take a Gate into the real world tomorrow morning. Urahara has a gigai waiting for your use at the train station that will take you to Hogwarts, the school you will be attending. You are dismissed."

Hitsugaya bowed and left.

HP/B (All said in English unless specified otherwise)

The carriage of the train gently swayed back and forth. Hitsugaya stared out the window, bored. He looked up, however, when the compartment door opened up. An 11 year old, orange haired boy stepped in. "Can I sit with you, Toshiro?"

Hitsugaya's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Why did this boy know his name? Then it clicked. "Kurosaki!? What the hell are you doing here?"

The boy raised an eyebrow at the white-haired taichou. "Didn't the So-taichou tell you I was coming with?"

Hitsugaya snapped, "No, he didn't. And call me Potter at Hogwarts. That's my name here. Harry Potter. By the way, did the 12th Division give you something to look younger?"

The orange haired boy scowled. "Yeah, shut up."

Hitsugaya smirked slightly before sobering. "Kurosaki, why are you here?"

The orange haired boy scowled more and crossed his arms. He muttered, "They thought it would help my Reiatsu control. And for some backup for you, but mostly the Reiatsu control."

Hitsugaya smirked again and turned his gaze back outside. "I suppose I will have to teach you kido won't I?"

Ichigo looked over at him. "Yeah. I'm not happy about it either."

The two Shinigami passed the train ride in relative silence. That didn't bother Hitsugaya. In fact, he was happy it was that way. It meant that Kurosaki was keeping quiet, and no one came in to disturb him. An hour of uninterrupted thoughts, Hitsugaya looked from the window to see Kurosaki stretched out on the seat, sleeping. His permanent scowl seemed to have eased.

Hitsugaya looked away and rubbed the scar on his forehead. It had been itching lately. Dropping his hand, he pulled out a book from the bag on the seat next to him. He might as well start reading his text books. It wasn't as if he had anything better to do.

When the train finally stopped, Hitsugaya woke Kurosaki. They quickly pulled on their robes, both frowning in distaste at them, and then followed the masses off the train. As they reached the platform, a massive figure approached. "Firs' years ov'r here! Firs' years!"

Hitsugaya raised an eyebrow and made his way over to the giant man. Kurosaki followed behind him. They soon reached the man and stood nearby, waiting for the other first years to assemble. Hitsugaya watched the surrounding wizards in disinterest.

When all the first years had eventually made their way over to their apparent guide, the giant man lead them all from the station and towards a lake. He gestured to the boats lined up in the sand. "No more than four to a boat!"

The first years piled into the boats slowly. Hitsugaya frowned in distrust at the rickety boat. How safe was that thing? Kurosaki pushed past him and clambered into the boat. Hitsugaya muttered, "Baka," and climbed in after him. Two other boys entered their boat after them. Kurosaki ignored them and 

stared up at the sky. Hitsugaya leaned against the side of the boat and crossed his arms. His eyebrow twitched at the stares he was receiving from the two idiots. "What do you want, gaki?"

Both boys frowned at the unknown word before the red haired boy spoke. "What's with your hair? It's white."

Ichigo looked over at that comment. He winced at the taichou's expression. It had become quite frosty. Well, more frosty than usual that is. Perhaps it was a good thing that the taichou was in a gigai. He wouldn't be drawing Hyourinmaru anytime soon. It was the baka redhead's lucky day.

Hitsugaya didn't even dignify the question with a response. Instead, he ignored the stares of the two boys for the rest of the trip across the lake.

When Hogwarts came in sight, Hitsugaya had to admit that he was pretty impressed. The sight was quite impressive, but even more so was the massive Reiatsu coming from the structure itself. He glanced over at Kurosaki to see the boy gaping. So, he could detect the Reiatsu as well. Maybe he wasn't a complete lost case after all. He then glanced over at the other two boys. They, too, were staring at the castle, but as far as he could tell it was because of the sight and not that they had sensed the Reiatsu, or what they called 'magic'. Well, at least they had stopped staring.

When they finally entered the castle, they were all lead to a small chamber by what Hitsugaya supposed was the Great Hall. Striding into the room, he picked a small corner near the back of the room to lean against the wall. Kurosaki eventually wandered over to him and leaned against the wall close to him. "Careful, Kurosaki, you're acting like a lost puppy."

The by scowled but didn't grace the taichou with a reply. Suddenly, through the wall drifted several white ghosts. Hitsugaya's eyes widened and he pushed off from the wall. Kurosaki did the same. Around them, several children screamed in fright.

The ghosts seemed to be having a conversation. It broke off, however, when they noticed the children. They seemed to greet them all happily. Hitsugaya slowly approached them. Something was off here. Kurosaki followed behind him. When they reached the ghosts, Hitsugaya stood there studying them until they noticed him. When they did, he questioned them in a voice that only Kurosaki could hear apart from the ghosts. "Where are your soul chains?"

The ghosts stared at him in surprise. "Soul chains? We don't know. They disappeared long ago."

Hitsugaya's eyes widened and he could hear Kurosaki make a strangled noise from beside him. With a tight voice, Hitsugaya asked his next question. "Exactly how long have you been dead?"

One ghost piped up. "I've been dead for over 500 years."

Ichigo started sputtering and snuck a glance at the equally surprised taichou. Five hundred years?! How did they stay ghosts that long without becoming hollows?! He opened his mouth to say something, who 

knows what, when he was interrupted. The stern teacher who had met them at the door of the castle walked into the chamber. She led them into the Great Hall.

They were lead up the aisle between two tables towards the front of the Hall. There stood a stool with a raggedy had atop. Ichigo stared at it in confusion. What in the hell was that thing for?

One song later, which had Ichigo nearly scared out of wits at a talking hat and the stern teacher opened a scroll and started listing off names. One by one they were sorted into the four houses. Ichigo was sorted into Gryffindor.

Hitsugaya stood there bored. Finally, after what seemed like a very long time, Harry Potter was called. He still had to get used to that name. He was Hitsugaya Toshirou not Harry Potter. Too bad he couldn't get the wizards to call him by what he considered to be his true name. He made his way up to the Sorting Hat, ignoring the whispers about his hair and his name. Placing the Hat on his head, he waited to be sorted.

'Well, well, well. What have we here? A Shinigami, huh? Well, aren't you an interesting kid?' Hitsugaya quelled the urge to rip the Hat off his head and instead settled for twitching eyebrow. He was not a kid damnit! The Hat chuckled. 'No, you are not. Now where to place you? You could fit anywhere. A genius that the Ravens would love to have, though you do not learn for the sake of learning alone. Also brave like the Lions would want, though not recklessly so. Loyal, but only to those who have gained your trust. Cunning and ambitious, but not power hungry like the Snakes are apt to be now. Salazar would not approve of his house. But, where to put you?'

Hitsugaya scowled. 'Just sort me, you damn hat, so you can get out of my head!'

The Hat chuckled. 'So pushy. Irate are you right now?'

A new voice entered the conversation. 'Just sort him, Hat. The stares are putting him on edge.'

The Hat sighed. 'Very well. It shall be…' "SLYTHERIN!"

Hitsugaya pulled off the Hat and thanked Hyourinmaru for speeding up the Hat's decision. He, then, made his way over to his new table in a dead silence. Taking a spot at the table he didn't even look to the front as he spoke into the silence. "Are you going to continue with the Sorting or not? I'm sure everyone wants to eat sometime in the next year."

At this, the Hall erupted into murmurs that Hitsugaya, once again, ignored. He leaned his elbows on the table and waited for the boredom to be over. He could tell that the following year was going to be quite interesting. He could only hope that he could survive the idiocy of his fellow students.

This idea kinda just popped into my head and I just couldn't pass it up. I think the wizarding world is in for a rude wakeup call when it comes to their savior. And, I couldn't resist having the opportunity to make Whitey-chan look 17 (eventually... when they get to 7th year.)! Maybe he will finally be tall! But anyways, what do you all think of this idea? Should I continue?

Oh, and also, I have a plan of future slash between Ichigo and Whitey-chan. But, we'll see what happens, ne?