Disclaimer: I do not own anything within this story; even my OC's are based on actual characters within the many worlds that will appear in this fic. All credit goes to the amazing creators of said worlds.

Author's Note's: Hello, readers! I'm Dreaming of the Horizon, and I've got another story for you all to read. I hope you enjoy.

The idea of this fic came to me one day randomly, and after searching this site for anything remotely similar and finding nothing, I decided to give it a try myself.

Warning: This story will contain lemons/limes, adult themes, adult language, violence, and an incestuous relationship as the main pairing. If you aren't comfortable with any of these things, you should leave now. I've decided to try my hand at a lemon/lime oriented story, so expect to see a LOT of sexual innuendo and outright in your face sexual interaction. Most of my stories only have sexual relations sprinkled through them, but I feel like trying an all out one, so this is my version of smut. Hope you enjoy.

In this story, Harry Potter and his older, identical twin sisters Alice Potter and Isabella Potter are raised in the Soul Society, the home of Soul Magic. I've based the looks and general behavior of the twins off of Lisa Yadomaru, one of the Visored in Bleach, but both of them will have their own unique personalities. Another important detail is that, in my story, a LOT of things you know about the Bleach Universe are not the same. Everything is tweaked to fit my story, so if you read something that you don't agree with, know that it is purposefully like that for a reason. The Soul Society is more like Magical Britain in that it is a place of witches and wizards, and they do not deal in the business of guiding souls. They are still Shinigami, and they still wield Zanpakuto, but like I said, everything is tweaked to fit in with the Harry Potter Universe. There will also be concepts from Naruto, but this is mainly a Harry Potter x Bleach Crossover. You don't need to know a lot about the Narutoverse to understand these concepts, so if you are one of the rare people who read/write on this site and have never heard of or watched/read Naruto, never fear!

I think I should also say that this is my first try at both a Harry Potter and a Bleach fic, so if I get something horribly wrong, and you can't see it fitting into the story at all, let me know so that I can fix it.

Now. Forward!


Taming Hatred

Chapter One – Hogwarts

"Well…" Harry began to think. "There was Merlin."


The first thing that greeted him was the scent of their shampoo. He smiled, his eyes still closed from his previous sleep, enjoying the scent of the women he loved. He was content to lay there for another few minutes before he decided to actually get up. He loved these rare moments before they woke. They were so soft, so gentle, and so vulnerable when they slept. With their heads resting on his chest, half of their body on top his, one of their legs between his, he could feel their soft breathing, their hearts beating against him. He could smell their beautiful scent. This was his favorite moments with them. When it was just the three of them, in the comforting silence of their room in the 9th Division's quarters, he could selfishly relish in their presence.

Their warm, naked bodies were so soft and smooth, and touching his own naked form, he could only describe the women he would turn the world to ash for with one word. Perfection. They were perfect, in every single aspect. He didn't think he could love them any more than he already did. With only a single, thin sheet covering their lower bodies, he couldn't help but appreciate the passive skills of the woman on his left side. Her body radiated heat, even without her accord, so they were never cold. The sheet was more to cover their naked forms out of comfort more than anything.

Five minutes had gone by already, his innocent pleasure of just holding them in his arms while they slept having to come to an end. He sighed, finally opening his green eyes. He was greeted by the white ceiling. He blinked slowly for a moment before glancing at the women he shared more than just his bed with.

Lying on the left side of him with a content whisper of a smile on her face, Alice Yamamoto snuggled into his body a little more. He smiled, before tuning to his right. With a peaceful, soft expression, Isabella Yamamoto was just as snuggled into him as the woman on his left.

"Alice, Bella, we need to get up." He started in a low voice, gently scraping his fingernails up and down their backs the best he could. "We need to get out of bed." He continued, trying to sit upright.

Alice moaned slightly, a pleading look marring her still sleepy face, her eyes never opening. Apparently, she didn't want to wake up yet. And if Bella's incoherent mumbles were anything to go by, she shared the sentiment.

"If we don't get up now, we'll be late for our departure. And you both know how upset father gets when people are late." He chuckled when he saw their defeated faces.

With a dramatic sigh, Bella sleepily crawled off of him, sitting on her knees with a tired look on her face, her eyes just barely opening. Her long dark hair was a mess, yet it still looked beautiful somehow. Her usual braid was forgotten, always being undone when they went to bed, and a small trickle of drool ran down the right side of her chin.

Less dramatically, Alice slowly lifted herself off of him, her arms reaching out in the air to stretch. Like Isabella, Alice's braid was undone, and her long, black hair flowed down her creamy skin in a beautiful display.

"Ugh." Bella groaned as she stretched. "What time is it, anyway?" She asked.

With a yawn, he answered her question. "Seven-thirty." He rubbed the back of his neck, smiling. "We have to meet father in an hour."

"Right." Alice replied. "Let's take a shower. We'll skip breakfast and eat when we get to Scotland."

Bella gave a look that said she wanted to eat, but kept silent, too tired to argue. She'd let this one go, but she was going to eat double when they left!

He nodded, standing. "You guys packed your things last night, right?" He asked. They had been looking forward to this trip for a while now, and he didn't want to forget anything.

Alice nodded, rubbing her eyes. "Yeah, everything is packed. I made sure Bella did, too." He nodded. It would have been annoying if they had to hurry in the shower because one of them forgot to pack when they were supposed to. He turned to walk into the bathroom when Alice stopped him. "Harry." He turned to her. She looked away from him, her face alight with scarlet. "I… I need you to… carry me." She whispered. She was flushed red in the face, and was now biting her bottom lip. He looked at her in confusion, so she elaborated. "You and Bella bullied me too hard last night… I can't walk…" He could swear steam was actually coming out of her ears. She was obviously extremely embarrassed… yet she was smiling happily. Bella chuckled perversely, licking her lips.

"You loved it!" She shouted. This caused Alice to blush deeper, but she didn't try to deny it.

He shook his head, smirking at the submissive woman before him. He decided to help her, and easily picked her up bridal style.

"Let's go, my princess." He said lovingly. Alice may have loved being sexually dominated by him and Bella, but she loved it when he was gentle and sweet with her just the same. She smiled, nodding her head, wrapping her arms around his neck.

He suddenly had to brace himself when something all but tackled into his back.

"Oi!" Bella shouted as she practically jumped onto his back. "Don't forget about me! I'm your wife too, remember?!" Isabella was somewhat more assertive and outgoing. She absolutely loved forcing Alice into sexual submission, and loved to tease him a lot. She pressed her chest into his back, rubbing it up and down, making a growl slip from deep in his throat. She may like to tease, but he knew that when it came to love-making, she was just as submissive to him as Alice. They walked the sort distance to the bathroom, and Harry shook his head, chuckling.

"You're hopeless, aren't you?" He stated as he sat Alice down on the toilet. "If I'm not careful, you'll make us all late, and I'm the one father will scold." He spoke as he turned the water on. He put his hand underneath the flowing water, waiting for it to heat up.

"The scolding is worth it, isn't it?" She asked, pushing her impressive bust outwards, perking them in his direction. He had to tear his gaze away from those fleshy mounds, shaking his head of the dirty thoughts that invaded his mind.

"On most occasions, yes." He admitted, "But not this one. This is important to father, and he doesn't want anything to interfere." He smirked. "Not even your glorious bosom."

The water was warm enough, so he let Bella walk in first, and held out his hand for Alice to take. Taking his hand into hers, she hesitantly stood, making sure she could hold herself up. When she was sure that she could in fact stand, she allowed him to lead her into the shower. When the warm water hit her skin she sighed in happiness, closing her eyes and feeling the warmth of the relaxing liquid. The three of them stood there for a moment, Harry's arms wrapped around them as the water rushing from the showerhead was the only sound besides their breathing.

"I suppose you're right." Bella finally admitted, slightly disappointed. "It pains me to say it, but this is more important than pleasuring ourselves with each other's bodies." She sighed in faux pain. "And I was so looking forward to our morning ritual." She shook her head in "misery". "This tournament is so cruel!" She cried playfully.

Alice giggled into his chest softly, her eyes shut and an absolutely beautiful smile on her face.

Harry smiled. Alice was usually somewhat distant, always keeping an air of calmness about her. This cheerful side of her was reserved just for him and Isabella. They were the only ones except – to a lesser degree – their mother and father who was allowed to see this side of her. Bella loved this side of her just as much as he did, and it made their day when they got her to laugh. Her laugh sounded so pretty that they were sure it was addicting in and of itself.

He tightened his grip on them, their breasts now firmly pressed into him. The fact that their fleshy mounds smashed into each other's was not lost to him, but he pushed it to the back of his mind.

"I love you, Alice, Bella." Harry Yamamoto whispered to his wives.

"I love you too, Harry." Alice Yamamoto whispered back to her husband.

I love you, too." Isabella Yamamoto whispered back to her husband.


Hitsugaya Toshiro, captain of the 10th Division of the 13 Court Guard Squads, walked at a medium pace down the halls of the 10th Division quarters towards the exit. His lieutenant, Matsumoto Rangiku, walked next to him, a relaxed, slightly sleepy expression marring her usually playful face.

Today was the day they left the Soul Society for Scotland. Apparently, there was a tournament taking place at a school there called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Toshiro didn't really care much of the "prestigious" school. The entire wizarding world knew exactly how powerful the Soul Society was. Simple Wand Magic that was commonly used by the rest of the world could hardly compare to the Gotei 13. He remembered the lessons on Magical Britain – which included notable schools, such as Hogwarts – in History of Magic in the academy, but Wand Magic wasn't really that interesting to him.

Soul Magic was powerful, and Shinigami Magic was even more so. No ordinary magic could hope to compare to theirs. Yet, for some reason, this tournament was important to Captain-Commander Yamamoto, which was why he was asked to attend said Captain-Commander on his journey. And when Genryusai Yamamoto, captain of the 1st Division, asked for a favor, there was no room to decline. He was the world's most powerful wizard, and he kept that title for somewhere near two thousand years.

The mere thought of a single wizard living that long was almost too difficult to believe, but it was the absolute truth. His magic was so mass, so potent, that he had survived all these years, and there hadn't been a witch or wizard born in all that time who could claim to be as strong as or stronger than him. Well, there was one, but to even utter his name was forbidden. The Visored was only whispered about in the privacy of ones quarters among personal friends. That wizard's name was long forgotten, but his existence still lingered in fables.

"Where are we going again?" Rangiku asked. She wasn't too thrilled being woken up so early in the morning.

"Scotland. Now straighten your posture and drop the attitude, we're here." He ordered. He may be fourteen, and she a grown adult, but he was a captain, her captain, and his words were absolute. He got an irritated groan from his lieutenant, but she obeyed nonetheless.

They were outside the 1st Division's quarters, where familiar faces were waiting patiently. He couldn't help but smirk when he saw the one person he respected as much as the Captain-Commander himself.

Harry smiled when he saw his greatest friend and rival, Hitsugaya Toshiro. "Captain Hitsugaya." Harry greeted.

"Captain Yamamoto." He greeted back, his face mirroring the captain of the 9th Division of the Gotei 13. "Where are your wives?" he asked. It wasn't a very uncommon thing for citizens of the Soul Society to marry at a young age, but fourteen was rather young in his opinion. Not that he judged, though. Harry obviously loved Alice and Isabella, but it was still a little young. They had been married for a few months now, Toshiro himself being the best man at the wedding.

What's more, Alice and Bella just happened to be Harry's blood sisters, his older, identical twin sisters, to be exact, and that only made it even odder. Incest was illegal in most parts of the world, but it was accepted in certain cases in the Soul Society. In most cases, incest was illegal because of how similar family members' genetics are, but for wizards and witches, this wasn't the case. What determined if an incestuous relationship was appropriate or not was the similarity in magic. If their magic was too similar, the relationship would be forbidden, because it could harm any child that could be born of the sexual relations between the family members. If their magic was different enough, then the relationship would be allowed. Apparently, Harry and his two sisters met the standards. Seeing as how they were so young, they would have to have permission from their parents, and the fact that the Captain-Commander and his wife, Yamamoto Retsu – captain of the 4th Division – were their adoptive parents, he wasn't sure if he wanted to know what was involved to convince them of that. Polygamy was still around, and not very uncommon, so the fact that he had two wives wasn't strange in the slightest in the Soul Society.

"They're helping Captain Yamamoto collect her bags." Harry answered. Toshiro always was impressed with how professional most of the Yamamoto family acted when on duty. Even though the 4th Division's captain was his adoptive mother, Harry always referred to her official title when they were on duty. The only downside to the whole thing was that there were three captains by the name of Yamamoto, and two lieutenants. It could get confusing after a while. Harry's wives were mostly professional, but they always acted as his wives, never acting as just his lieutenants. The young, white-haired captain nodded in reply. "Good morning by the way, Lieutenant Matsumoto." Harry spoke to the sleepy-looking woman he had come to know through his best friend.

Rangiku instantly shed her tiredness, a huge smile finding itself on her pretty face. "Harry-kun!" she shouted. "You're going to Scotland, too?" She asked in pleasant surprise. Harry just gave her a small smile, nodding his head in reply. "Good. Now maybe it won't be a total bore!" It wasn't a well-kept secret that Lieutenant Matsumoto Rangiku had a thing for the Yamamoto twins. She had a certain fetish about twins that really turned her on, and she had, unsubtly, offered to "play" with them and their brother. And of course, with his perverted, erotic manga loving, wives, they had on more than one occasion accepted.

"Enough, Rangiku." Toshiro hissed slightly. When it came to sexual matters, the young captain was a prude, on the surface, at least. "I will not have you turn this trip into one of your lewd fantasies. Keep your clothes on and your hands to yourself." Harry couldn't do anything but laugh at the oddly familiar sight of his best friend and his lieutenant. They were total and complete opposites, yet they worked so well together. Harry and Toshiro were the youngest Shinigami to ever join the Gotei 13 in its entire history, making the cut at thirteen, ironically. Toshiro was a little older than him, but not by much.

"What's so great about this foreign tournament, anyway?" Rangiku asked after crying anime tears at the injustice of her "party-pooping" captain. "I mean, this is a British school, right? Why would the Soul Society be interested in something so trivial?" It was well known that Soul Magic and Shinigami Magic were far superior to any other kind, and that only the Soul Society could train such witches and wizards. People of the Soul Society saw all other magic as inferior, and a waste. There was a select few foreign wizards that even the Soul Society recognized to be powerful, but that number was not very large, at all.

Harry gave a small smile to the woman, deciding that, since they were tagging along, they deserved to know more about what was actually going on. "It's called the Triwizard Tournament." He began to explain, gaining the attention of the two Shinigami. "You two know that my sisters and I are originally from England, right?" When the two nodded – already having this knowledge – he continued. "Well, apparently, our birthparents attended the school that's hosting the tournament. I guess they met there and fell in love."

While Matsumoto squealed about how cute a love story it sounded, Toshiro began. "The school, it's called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, right?" Harry nodded, so he continued. "And it's a school for Wand Magic?" He asked curiously, even though he knew the answer. Again, Harry nodded. "I never understood the use of Wand Magic. It seems so… pointless. No offense to your birthparents, or anything…" He added quickly, hoping he didn't offend his only true friend. His girlfriend, Hinamori Momo was a different case altogether. Harry was his age, and the two weren't taken very serious by the other captains. In his mind, he had worked very hard for his title. Being the youngest Shinigami ever – alongside Harry, of course – to become a captain was no easy feat, at all, and they both deserved the same respect as any other member of the Gotei 13. Harry actually respected him and his strengths. He didn't just pretend when in front of him. On many occasion, he had heard about Harry standing up for Toshiro, demanding other captains to take back their hurtful words against him behind his back. He cherished his fellow young captain's friendship.

"None taken." Harry replied easily. "But don't forget about the History of Magic lessons at the academy. We leaned quite a bit about wand-users, and even though they aren't as powerful as us, there have been quite a few powerful wizards and witches that use Wand Magic."

Of course Toshiro remembered the History of Magic lessons. He knew that there were powerful wand-users out there, but no matter how powerful, none of them ever surpassed the power of the strongest Shinigami.

"Sure, but no wand-user has even matched Captain-Commander Yamamoto." He replied, trying to show his reasoning for such a conclusion.

"It's very difficult to surpass my father…" Harry said. "He's got more experience than anyone could even imagine." He chuckled. That was an extreme understatement. His father was somewhere around two thousand and seven hundred years old, and that was just Harry's guess. He could very well be older. No one really knew just how old he was, and he never told anyone, either, so his age was unclear. He had founded Shino'o Academy – which was commonly referred to as the Shinigami Academy – over two millennia ago, so people usually just said older than the academy.

"Very few wand-users could ever join the Gotei 13, either. Even if we started accepting non-Zanpakuto-users, I doubt very many possess the ability to join." He sounded stubborn, but his statement had a little merit.

"Well…" Harry began to think. "There was Merlin." Merlin was considered the strongest wand-user in all history. He was the "Prince of Enchanters", supposedly advanced beyond all comprehension in the magical art of charms, which was one of the many Wand Magic abilities. "Captain-Commander says he was the one wizard he respected the most that was not of the Soul Society." Merlin's name had even reached the Seireitei, he was so well-known. He had even battled Captain-Commander Yamamoto to prove himself and his organization, the Order of Merlin, were worthy for him to join. Having Genryusai Yamamoto in the Order really struck their importance in others. Merlin was already respected by the general wizarding world, but being able to drop the name Genryusai really packed an authority no one was willing to defy. It shook the entire planet when Merlin announced the 1st Division's captain was allied with him and his organization.

"Merlin doesn't really count. He was associated with the Soul Society, or at least his Order was." Merlin was a rare case of powerful Wand Magic. Not many others could claim the kind of potency his magic possessed.

"Then there are the founders of the very school we are headed to." Harry began. "Those four were said to be a force to be reckoned with when they fought together."

"They had a falling out, right?" Toshiro asked. "And besides, even if they were powerful when they fought together, they still wouldn't be able to take a captain one-on-one."

"True." Harry admitted. "Well, there was the Dark Lord of the war that recently took place." He stated. "Voldemort was said to have almost destroyed all of Magical Britain." He saw his friend opening his mouth to reply, but he stopped him. "And if he's no good, then there is Albus Dumbledore. No matter what you think about Wand Magic, that man is one powerful wizard, by any standards. He could probably make it as a captain if we accepted wand-users."

Toshiro smirked, nodding his head. "Yeah, I can't really say anything about the Supreme Mugwump." He hated how much that title wanted to make him laugh his ass off.

Harry actually chuckled. "Such a strange word…" He mused.

"That it is." Toshiro agreed.

"Anyways, Captain-Commander Yamamoto wants me to enter the tournament and showcase Shinigami Magic. Mostly though, it gives my sisters and I time to learn about where we come from." It made sense. Toshiro could see why this trip was so important now. Harry opened his mouth to speak some more when he was tackled from behind, again.

With a grunt, Bella positioned herself on Harry's back, and to her absolute delight, his hands immediately wrapped around her legs to keep her in place. "We're just about ready." She said cheerfully. Alice was with her, and she delicately wrapped her arms around his, making sure not to disturb his holding of their sister. Her grip was slightly tighter, and he understood.

When they were much younger, before they even lived in the Soul Society, they had lived with muggle relatives for four years. On their last day in what they were sure was hell, the stout pig that claimed to be their uncle had tried to force himself onto Alice, who was only seven at the time! Seven! It was sick. Harry, Alice and Isabella had always been close, the three hardly left each other's side, but that day, Harry had claimed that it would be okay if they didn't cling to each other for the day. Alice had been sick, and he and Bella still had to go to school. They didn't think anything would happen that day…

They had departed, but Bella left her homework in their cupboard, so they returned, only to find the house empty of all but that miserable cow Vernon and Alice. The former was atop her in the hallway, pinning her arms down to her side. The latter was screaming for him, for Harry. Even at such a young age, everyone had known what this was, what their own uncle was trying to do.

And that's when Harry…

Snapped.

He couldn't remember what exactly happened that day. He could only remember the terrified screams of his sisters. That's all he could hear for the longest time. And then, all he remembered was seeing red. Red, the color he was stained when he finally came to in his sisters' arms. Red, the color he had painted the walls with. Red, the color he reduced their uncle to when he tore him limb from limb. That was the day they were taken to the Soul Society.

Ever since then, though, Alice had been clingy, to the extreme. She couldn't stand to be in separate rooms from Harry. At first, they even had to have physical contact at all times; else she would have a panic attack. It was the same with Isabella, too. She had become attached to Alice, who was the older of the two, and would not, could not, sleep without the three of them together. Bella had also been the only other person Alice allowed to touch her, besides Harry, and felt the most at peace when between the two. The incident with their now very dead uncle was traumatizing for all three of them, and they hadn't left each other's sides for a few years. Even now, they weren't comfortable if they weren't together and touching. It was strange, but everyone accepted it. People coped with trauma in different ways. That was actually a contributing factor in why they took the next step in their relationship. At the beginning, Alice couldn't even use the bathroom without holding his hand, or bathe without both of them present. It got to the point where they literally did everything together, and that included sleep. They had slept in a small cupboard together during their time with their muggle relatives, so that wasn't a big deal. What was, however, was the fact that Alice felt dirty. Vernon had managed to touch her most private place before Harry… before he saved her. Also, before Harry even showed up, he had stuck his tongue into her mouth. The very thought angered him more than it should have.

So, to convince her that she wasn't dirty, that she was still pure, he and Bella agreed to do anything they could to prove it. This led to them kissing. All the time! Alice had demanded that they kiss her whenever and wherever they were. And if they refused, then that meant that she was dirtied. So they agreed. They had kissed more times than most adult couples by the time they were nine. The kissing was something he actually really liked. He was comfortable with it after only a few times. Alice had insisted that Harry and Bella kiss as well, or it would be too embarrassing. So after a while, all three of them were kissing each other comfortably, like it was the most normal thing in the entire world. To not kiss one another was now strange, and it never lasted longer than a few hours. What had been a little uncomfortable at the time was when Alice forced him to pet both of their private parts, underneath the clothes. It was confusing for Harry, him being so young, but he had done what his sister had asked, proving to her that she was not dirty. Why he had to pet Bella's as well, he didn't know until later, but he went along with whatever they asked.

The petting had been awkward until they were eleven. By that time, they had mellowed out a bit more, most likely due to their father's – who had adopted them within a month of them being in the Soul Society – extreme training. The twins swore up and down that Harry had the body of a god by the time he was twelve. And he couldn't really argue with their statement. He did chuckle, however, because their father was even more sculpted. The intense physical workouts pain off. When they were eleven, Isabella had already developed her love for everything naughty, and she somehow corrupted his innocent Alice as well. Harry supposed it was due to the curiosity she gained with him always rubbing between her legs. The fact that he actually enjoyed doing such rubbing by that point was not lost on him, so he decided to just go with the flow of their moods. One thing led to another, and by the time they were twelve, they were all touching each other for pleasure more than anything.

Isabella had wanted to just go all the way and have sex, and Alice, surprisingly, seconded that idea, but Harry had responsibly said no. Sex was a huge step, and they were still just siblings at that point. After so many times of begging and pouting though, he had finally given them a choice. If they wanted to have sex with him, they would have to marry him first. With that, he had thought he ended the possibility of sex, but his sisters surprised him again and accepted. Not only that, but they were excited to be his wives.

That had led to their talk with their parents, which was nerve-wracking. He was sure that his father was going to kill him, but to his surprise and the twins' delight, he hadn't. Instead, he told him that he had to do two things if he wished to wed his daughters.

The first task was that he had to pass the Captain's examination that he had been nominated for. Harry had already wanted to become a captain anyway, so he accepted. He and Toshiro were both nominated, which was pretty big news. The second task, however, was much more terrifying.

Just because Harry was his son, didn't mean that he would just give his daughters to him. Harry had to prove himself worthy of them. He had to prove that he would die for them. So, he had to fight his father to prove himself. He had to fight Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto in a duel for Alice's and Isabella's hand in marriage.

No one but he and his father knew what happened in that duel, but one thing had been made very clear.

An exhausted, battered Harry came from the separate dimension with a look of absolute conviction in his eyes, his new captain's cloak gone from his person, his clothes burnt. The top half of his body was naked, exposing his outstanding and otherworldly figure to the two awaiting girls and their mother. He was breathing heavily, gasping for air, more like.

From behind him, the Captain-Commander appeared from the dimension as well, and to the surprise of Retsu, Alice and Bella, he was in even worse shape than the younger Yamamoto, although he showed no signs of exhaustion. Along the entire right side of his upper body, a terrible wound sat – an obvious cut from a blade. His robes were tattered, and his top half was much like Harry's, completely exposed, showing his muscular form as well. The two really took "like father like son" to a whole other level.

Alice was breathing hard, worried for her brother, and curious if he had "proven himself worthy" to their father. Isabella could barely take it. She wanted to know what happened so bad it was painful. She couldn't stand the way Harry looked so exhausted. Everyone was silent, waiting with bated breath for an answer.

That's when Harry smirked. "I told you guys I could do it." He managed to say before falling to the ground, his exhaustion sending him into unconsciousness. Alice gasped, rushing to his side, Bella right beside her. Retsu rose from her sitting position, intending to heal her son, when her husband stopped her.

"Harry is fine. He's just exhausted. Let him rest and he'll be back to normal in a few days." Genryusai then looked his wife in the eye. "My injuries are more severe. I'll need you to heal my side before I lose too much blood." Bella and Retsu looked at the Captain-Commander with wide eyes, while Alice just stared at Harry.

"What happened in there, Shigekuni?" Retsu asked in concern, reaching out to place her hand on his shoulder. The man jerked away from his wife's touch, causing her to look at him in confusion.

"My body is still cooling down. If you touch me now, I'll burn you." He explained in a heavy tone.

The implications were not lost on the captain of the 4th Division. "Y-You mean you…" she started in a breathless voice, shock and fear laced in her tone.

The Head of the Yamamoto family nodded, his gaze falling on the form of his son. "Yes. I was forced to use my Bankai." He stated in a deep tone, turning his back to the women. "Come, Retsu. My body should be cool enough to work on in a few minutes." As he walked away from his children, he paused before leaving the room. "Yamamoto Alice, Yamamoto Isabella" he began, "The man before you is worthy of your hands in marriage. May it be a prosperous one." And with that, he left the room.

He really was crazy to fight his father, but love usually made people crazy.

"Okay." Harry replied to Bella. "Are you excited?" He asked them. He was curious what they thought of going back to where they came from. He was definitely excited about going back. He wanted to see what his parents experienced. He wanted to know how wand-users compared to zanpakuto-users. It was really interesting to him, and he hoped his wives felt the same.

"Yeah." Bella was the first to reply. "Of course I'm excited! I'll finally meet my friend Hermione in person! She attends Hogwarts, so we can finally hang out." Harry just shook his head in exasperation. Of course Bella was excited to meet a fellow pervert. He knew a great deal about this Hermione person. A few years ago, Bella had been talked into reading erotic novels by a foreigner who shared her passion for erotic manga. Apparently, Hermione Granger convinced her to read the perverted genre, and to no great shock, she had grown to love it just as much as her manga.

He looked to Alice. The warm, young woman nodded softly, a smile on her face. "I'm looking forward to seeing the curriculum of the school." She replied honestly. Alice loved to study, like Harry. But where Harry's interests in studying were focused on history of magic and powerful witches and wizards, Alice loved every subject, even muggle core classes, like math and literacy.

Before he could state his opinion, a warm voice spoke behind them. "Is everyone ready?" Yamamoto Retsu asked with a warm smile on her face. Her hair was braided down her front as usual, covering the scar that adorned her chest. Her white captain cloak looked especially elegant on her, almost as much as it did on Captain Kuchiki, who was practically the embodiment of noble elegance.

To her left was the lieutenant of the 4th Division, Kotetsu Isane. Isane was a young woman with bright grey hair, and a kind face. She was also really tall, taller than most women in the Soul Society. She was someone Harry liked to discuss things with. She was a very intellectual person who could talk about any subject for hours. She was a nice woman, and she had the respect of Harry and his wives.

To Retsu's right was her husband, the Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13 and his lieutenant, Sasakibe Chojiro. Chojiro was almost like a younger, less powerful version of the Captain-Commander. He was one of the older Shinigami, around the same age of Kyoraku Shunsui and Ukitake Jushiro. Harry knew that Chojiro was by far the most loyal person in the entire Soul Society. He had devoted his life to serving the Captain-Commander, and he had done so for more than one hundred years.

"Yes, Captain Yamamoto." Harry replied to his mother. The woman had been his mother for around eight years now, and he couldn't have asked for a better one. He knew that his birth mother – who they were told died in a car accident by their muggle relatives – would have loved him just the same, but he highly doubted that she would be as accepting of his and his wives' relationship as Yamamoto Retsu was. She was one of the oldest Shinigami alive, alongside her husband, and one of the founding captains of the 13 Court Guard Squads. She was highly skilled and respected by all, and most importantly, she loved Harry, Alice and Bella unconditionally. The Soul Society was much more tolerant than any other nation on the planet when it came to incest. That, however, didn't mean everyone approved of it. So to have two understanding and encouraging parents who not only allowed them to have their relationship, but helped them with it, meant a lot to them, more than they could ever explain.

"Good, because we're leaving now." she stated. "Alright everyone, let's head to the Senkaimon." The 4th Division captain ordered, walking side by side with her husband as they made their way to the World Penetration Gate, the only – officially, at least – way in and out of the Soul Society. The Senkaimon was run by the Kido Corps, but captains, especially Captain-Commander Yamamoto, had free access to it whenever they needed it.

It brought a smile to Harry's face when he saw his mother wrap her arms around his father, a content smile marring her gentle, warm face. They were indeed a happy husband and wife, even if they rarely showed public displays of affection. They were both serious about their duty, but when it was appropriate, they were like any other loving couple. To some, it may have been a little odd, seeing as Retsu looked like a beautiful young woman still, whereas Genryusai look like an extremely aged and frail man. It was almost comical how deceiving his father and mother were.

True, his father looked frail and old, but that was what he wanted everyone to think. Underneath his robes, he was probably the fittest man alive. There wasn't an ounce of fat on him, and his entire body was comprised of lean, powerful muscle. He genuinely looked like he was sculpted, and he had made sure Harry was the same. Then there was the fact that their mother was no young buck, either. She was one of the oldest Shinigami alive, being somewhere close to over a thousand years old. They were founding members of the Gotei 13, and they had been through a lot together. They had become close friends fast, and before they knew it, they had married, deciding to live their lives together. Maybe that's why Retsu left the 11th Division – being the division's first captain – and settled down on the whole blood thirsty, diabolical criminal ordeal. It had shocked Harry and the twins when they were told about their mother's past, but they didn't see her any differently. She was their mother no matter whom or what she was.

Harry chuckled to himself when he looked at Alice, who was clinging to his left arm, and Bella, who was doing the same to his right, mirroring their parents. It made his heart warm when he thought about the twins actually being his wives. It was like a dream every day they were together. They were perfect for each other in every way. That didn't mean they didn't argue, though. They definitely didn't agree on everything, but at the end of the day, no matter how much they previously fought, they would sit down, make up, and come to an agreement on whatever they were trying to decide.

"Oh look." Rangiku called out as they made it to the top of the high tower courtyard that the Senkaimon was situated in. "It's Captain Urahara and his lieutenant. What are they doing here?" She asked the general gathering, her voice curious.

Immediately, Toshiro perked. The 3rd Division's lieutenant was…

"Shiro-chan." Hinamori Momo greeted her younger boyfriend and childhood friend with a pleased smile on her face.

"Momo-cha… Lieutenant Hinamori?" He slipped, damn. "What are you doing here?" He asked the seventeen year old girl, his cool attitude rushing back to him after his momentarily unprofessional moment. Momo was his oldest friend. They had lived next to each other since they were kids, and it quickly became apparent that they had feelings beyond regular friendship for each other. Momo was three years older than him, but it didn't mean much to them, since Toshiro was so mature for his age. He had tried to be happy for her when she decided to join the Gotei 13, but she knew how he really felt about it. She was his best friend; she knew he was hurt that she was "leaving him". They hadn't been dating at that time, but they both knew how they felt for each other, even if they had been fairly young.

But then he was discovered by the Shinigami who would later become his lieutenant, Matsumoto Rangiku. He had entered Shin'o Academy, where he graduated faster than anyone could predict alongside the prodigy Yamamoto Harry. The two had quickly become captains, which was unheard of for such young Shinigami. That had been when Toshiro confessed his feelings, greatly surprising the young lieutenant. She wasn't surprised about his feelings, having known about them for a while by then, but by the fact that he actually confessed. She had happily accepted and the two had been lovers for a few months now, not that they broadcasted it like most couples did. What they did in the bedroom was for them to know and others to never find out.

"Captain Urahara was asked to join the Captain-Commander on a trip to Scotland." She looked at the gathered individuals, smiling again. "Are all of you going as well?" She asked excitedly.

"Yeah, we are." Harry answered her question, smiling at one of his friends. He, Alice and Bella had met Toshiro's girlfriend, and all three of them rather liked her. She was a fun person to hang out with. And her being one of the few people in their age group was a bonus. "Looks like you won't have to be without each other for an entire year, huh?" He said playfully to his friend, giving him a knowing look.

Momo developed a blush, and Toshiro lightly glared at him. "Baka." He mumbled, taking Momo's hand as they walked towards the large portal.

Harry chuckled softly before turning his head to Urahara Kisuke. The blond-haired man was the former captain of the 12th Division, and the founder and first president of the Shinigami Research and Development Institute. After a decade or so, he had transferred to a vacant division, allowing the current president and captain, Kurotsuchi Mayuri to take his place. He was Captain Shihoin Yoruichi of the 2nd Division's husband. The two had been childhood friends, and he eventually ended up as her third seat around a century ago. After the former 12th Division's captain joined the Royal Guard, Yoruichi had put his name forth to take the position. With ease, Kisuke became a captain of the Gotei 13, and the two married shortly after that. They were actually a couple that fit, unlike most.

Toshiro was cold and stoic whereas Momo was warm and cheerful. Alice and Bella were Harry's sisters who happened to be identical twins. Genryusai and Retsu looked very different in the age department… yeah; Kisuke and Yoruichi were what a "normal couple" looked like, at least compared to most of the Soul Society, or most of the Seireitei, at least.

As Harry stood before the gates of the Senkaimon, he couldn't help but smile when several Jigokucho appeared, their strange type of beauty always appreciated by those who were witness to them. The Hell Butterflies were the only way a Shinigami could pass through the Senkaimon safely, for if they were not present, they would be put into danger, with the possibility of never escaping.

He felt Alice tighten her grip on his arm, and he smiled at her. "It's going to be okay, Alice." He reassured her in her softly. "I will protect the both you from anything the world can throw at us, so relax and have fun."

"Yeah. Our husband isn't a pushover like he used to be, you known." Bella added her two cents in with a playful smirk.

Alice smiled and visibly relaxed, their words calming her. She still had nightmares about someone other than them touching her, and it made her sick. She was terrified of the thought of another man touching her, which was why she actually didn't like men. Harry was the sole exception. She was attracted to women, much like her sister, with Harry being the only man she was ever interested in. She genuinely was attracted to him, but any other man repulsed her. It even took quite a lot of convincing from Bella for her to even allow another woman to even see her naked, never mind touch her like her sister and Harry did. She had finally given into the idea after a while, and she found she enjoyed it, even if she paid most of her attention to Harry when she was present. She knew Harry was excited at the idea of three beautiful women sleeping with him at once, so she let loose and let her husband play with a fantasy every man had. Of course, Bella had the same fantasy, too, so she felt good about pleasing both of her lovers. The thought that a lot of men fantasized sleeping with identical twins never entered Alice's mind. It was only natural for the three of them to do everything together. They didn't see it as a fetish of theirs. They had only ever invited Rangiku into their bed, and only a few times. They were firmly in love with each other, and only invited the buxom woman to play when they felt a little naughtier than usual. They never slept with her without the all of them being present, though. It was either all of them, or Rangiku was out of luck.

With excited smiles on their faces, Harry and his wives walked into the Senkaimon after their parents, ready to greet the place their birth parents had met.

Little did they know that the year that was to come would be one filled with love, pleasure, betrayal, and much, much more.


Albus Dumbledore sighed softly as he watched his students file into the great hall. At the moment, he felt as old as he actually was. One hundred and fifteen years wasn't the oldest of wizards, but it sure felt like it as he sat at the professors table.

Albus had never felt so much pressure in his entire life. Firstly, he had broken his promise to them and had lost the Potter children. He still had no idea what happened that fateful morning nine years ago at 4 Privet Drive. He had been contacted by one of his agents that Vernon Dursley had been horribly murdered suddenly, and that the three Potter children were missing.

He had, of course, gone to his many magical tools, but for some unknown reason, he could not locate them. He knew they were still alive, but other than that, they were seemingly nowhere on the planet. They had searched restlessly all of England for months, and when that proved fruitless, Dumbledore used his authority as the Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards to ask for assistance in finding the missing children. With most of the wizarding world agreeing to keep an eye out for them, the Hogwarts Headmaster was sure that they would find them quickly.

That, however, was not the case. Even with all the support from the people who respected him, Albus still could not find Harry, Alice and Isabella Potter. The Confederation was actively searching for them – as a personal favor for the most powerful wand-user of the generation – for three years before dubbing it a lost cause. Wherever they were, they were shrouded to the point that they practically didn't exist, so it was considered a lost cause.

Of course, they never stopped looking. Even now, they still held hope that they would find them. They did push on, though. They had another child, and tried to live happily, even though they hated themselves for their actions.

The loss of the Potter children hit Albus hard, and it was a chore to smile now. He blamed himself for what happened to them, and he hated his choices as much as they hated theirs. This, added to his many duties, made him feel older than he really was.

He was the Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and the leader of the Order of the Phoenix, although that position wasn't active at the moment. He never had any time to just sit down and contemplate the happenings that had transpired in the last fourteen years.

Voldemort's reign of terror over Magical Britain had been almost too much for them. The fact that no one wanted to assist them for fear of Voldemort turning his wrath on them after he was finished with the British Ministry's territory had successfully cut all ideas of reinforcements. The Soul Society never did fear wand-users, but there was a silent agreement between the Shinigami and the rest of the world.

The Soul Society would let them live the way they wished so long as they weren't bothered by the rest of the wizarding world.

So there wasn't much of a chance that the 13 Court Guard Squads would aid them. That had been the reason Albus had created the Order of the Phoenix, a pseudo-like Gotei 13, to stand up against the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters.

Then the "fall" of Voldemort at the hands of an infant Harry Potter had taken the wizarding world by storm. No one survived a Killing Curse, yet a barely one year old baby did just that, and effectively ended the nightmare that was Voldemort. Albus had doubts that Tom Riddle was truly gone for good, but he couldn't speak about this openly.

Then there had been the mess with one of his professors three years ago, one Quirinus Quirrell, who, unfortunately, was persuaded to do the Dark Lords bidding, which only reinforced Dumbledore's speculations. Professor Quirrell, who was chosen to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts for the year, had tried to get his hands on the Philosopher's Stone, an item created by Dumbledore's great friend and colleague, Nicolas Flamel, a man known to be the greatest alchemist ever. With it, Quirrell wished to bring Voldemort back from his in between life and death state. Dumbledore was forced to take the man's life before he killed two students who had foolishly gone after said professor.

And the year after that, the Chamber of Secrets had been reopened, causing terror to spring to life all around them, almost forcing the school to close before any students died. Luckily, the Potions Professor and Dumbledore's right hand man, Severus Snape, had known of the chamber, and put an end to the whole matter when Albus had simply asked. Snape's loyalty was invaluable to Albus, but if the man ever discovered the secret that haunted him, there was no doubt that the ex-Death Eater would be overcome with betrayal and anger, the likes of which could not be calculated. Snape was an excellent wizard, one of the best of the generation, and to have him as an enemy would not be something Albus wished to experience again.

The year after the Chamber of Secrets fuss saw no calmness, either, as one Serious Black had escaped from Azkaban. Once again, the ordeal with Black had been extremely hard on him, too, but he had sent the man to every dark wizard's nightmare for the greater good. They felt sick for doing such a terrible thing to someone so close to their hearts, but it had been necessary, for they couldn't have others expect something was amiss. The students, and parents, had been scared, thinking that the insane criminal would attack Hogwarts, but nothing ever came. Black had escaped Azkaban and seemingly vanished. Albus figured it was to search for the Potter children, so he didn't look into it too much.

If all that hadn't been enough for his old bones, the Triwizard Tournament, an event that hadn't transpired in nearly a hundred years, was to be hosted at Hogwarts this year. And not only that, but apparently, for reasons Dumbledore could not imagine, the Captain-Commander of the 13 Court Guard Squads had claimed that he would be entering a champion of his own to take part in the tournament. That was probably the strangest thing he had heard in decades, since Genryusai Yamamoto showed hardly any interest in the rest of the world. He was even a representative in the Confederation, but he hardly ever showed up to any meetings called by them. He was a member in name only, just about, and he couldn't be bothered with Magical Britain almost as much as anyone else that wasn't of the Soul Society. The Shinigami had issues of their own, and the entire wizarding world knew that their self-proclaimed task was crucial for the safety of the rest of the world.

Shinigami were the only force in the entire world that could stand against the Hollows, and they did so vigilantly since before the dawn of recorded time. The entire Soul Society had hardly bothered with anyone else, the last time they actively interacted with foreigners was when Genryusai joined the Order of Merlin, which had apparently became so when Merlin himself proved himself worthy in a battle against the very man who created the Gotei 13. The fact that Merlin not only lived to tell the tale, but apparently earned the right to call the Captain-Commander comrade had made most of the wizarding world piss themselves. Merlin had been widely considered the greatest Wand Magic wielding wizard of all time, but the fact that he could stand his ground to at least survive a battle against the most powerful wizard in history, had officially made him the most prominent wizard since Genryusai himself.

So for the Soul Society to take an interest in the Triwizard Tournament, which was, to them, a foreign event was surprising to say the least. It meant that something bigger was to come, Dumbledore knew this. Whether it would be something good or not so much so was still to be determined.

As the students of the year calmed in their idle conversations with friends they hadn't seen in months, and the new students were sorted into their respective houses, Dumbledore sighed again. It was time, then. He raised, his robes touching the floor as he slowly walked to stand in front of the table he was just sitting at, his happy façade greeting the students.

He began in a loud voice, getting the attention of students old and new.

"Now that we're all settled down and sorted, I'd like to make an announcement." As he spoke, the hall went silent, everyone paying attention to him. "This castle will not only be your home this year," he started when an ugly-looking man named Argus Filch, the caretaker at Hogwarts, entered the hall, making his way, rather quickly, to him. "But home to some very special guests as well." He finished. "You see, Hogwarts has been chosen…" Filch finally made it to him, and began whispering in his ear, interrupting the Headmaster mid-sentence. The two whispered back and forth for a moment about the other schools being ready to enter, when he told the caretaker to tell the others to wait. "So, Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event." He continued. "The Triwizard Tournament," the whispered awe of the students who had at least heard of the even lit up the hall.

"Now, for those of you who do not know, the Triwizard Tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. From each school, a single student is selected to compete." He explained. His voice then dropped to a deeper, more serious tone. "Let me be clear. If chosen, you stand alone. And trust me when I say these contests are not for the faint-hearted." His tone proved to get his point across, as most of the students gulped.

"But more of that later." He started in a more cheery tone, no matter how faux it was. "For now, please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic!" He shouted as the door to the hall opened once again, except this time, instead of the ugly form of Argus Filch, a handful of particularly beautiful young girls, all dressed in their schools customary blue uniform, skipped out, stopping to sigh heavenly twice, before releasing a spell that called forth pretty blue butterflies that flew around the hall. Everyone clapped for the school, but the boys of Hogwarts did so with quite more vigor than the girls, going as far as shouting for the beautiful lassies showcasing their beauty. "And their Headmistress, Madame Maxime!" Dumbledore finished. Behind the pretty girls, an incredibly tall woman strode with great pride.

"That's a big woman!" Seamus Finnigan whispered to one of his mates, a red-headed boy named Ronald Weasley. Ron just nodded in agreement as the tall woman walked past them.

The woman held out her hand, and Albus took it into his, politely kissing it, as was customary for the French.

As the Headmistress of Beauxbatons took her seat at the professors table, Dumbledore continued.

"And now our friends from the North; please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang, and their Headmaster, Igor Karkaroff." He finished, gesturing to the doors as they once more opened to reveal a handful of handsome young boys, staves in their hands as they expertly showcased their skills in wielding the magical weapons. Sparks flew every time the staves met the ground, adding to their "entry performance". It was unnecessary, but that didn't matter to the schools. They wanted to one up their rivals.

The boys laid down their staves and rushed the front of the hall, showing considerable acrobatic ability. And then, the Headmaster of the school entered with his star student, the Quidditch legend, Viktor Krum. Most of the schools entire female student body sighed in girlish delight at the "super cute" star, and, strangely enough, the male portion shared in the delight, but for a different reason.

"It's him! It's really him! Viktor Krum…" Ron whispered in awe. Krum was one of the greatest Seekers to ever play the game, and he was famous all over the world.

"Honestly… it's just Quidditch!" Hermione Granger said in exasperation at her friends idiotic tendencies. She and Ron had a bumpy start their first year, but after the two got to know each other, they had become civil. Ron was a part of the group she hung out with, too, so even though they weren't close, they considered each other friends, especially after almost dying at the hands of Professor Quirrell in their first year.

As the boys of Durmstrang reached the professors table, a boy blew into his wand, and an impressive streak of flame roared in the air, ending their performance. It was a bit flashy, but nonetheless impressive.

Karkaroff reached Dumbledore and smiled. "Albus!" he exclaimed loudly with a smiled, wrapping his arms around the older, more powerful wizard.

"Igor." Dumbledore replied softly as he returned the hug in a friendly display of unity, even if the man was an ex-Death Eater.

The man who wore a ridiculously large fur coat took his seat with the other professors. As Ron stared at Krum, he couldn't help but growl in annoyance as the Quidditch star took a seat next Draco Malfoy, a foul bastard.

"I bet daddy paid for this little stunt…" the Weasley mumbled. There was no other way Krum would sit with Draco unless Lucius Malfoy paid him to do so. Ron had directed his statement at Hermione, but when there was no reply, he looked at the muggle-born witch. "Hermione?" he asked.

He didn't get a reply, though, because the young witch was still staring at the entrance of the hall. Hermione stared for a few moments before bringing her gaze to the ground, a downcast look marring her face. She should have known. Why would anyone of that caliber actually want her to be her friend?

"Hermione, are you okay?" Ginny Weasley asked. Ginny was Ron's younger sister, and somewhat of a friend of Hermione's.

Hermione nodded slowly, bringer her eyes up to meet Ginny's. "Y-yeah… I just thought someone else was coming…"

"Ah, it appears they have finally arrived." Dumbledore's voice rang out, surprising Hermione, as she wiped her head back towards the entrance. "Everyone, please stand." He ordered, even looking at the people who sat at the professors table. He got a couple confused looks for this, but everyone, including the students, stood. "We are about to have the honor of greeting some of the most powerful witches and wizards in the entire world." He stated in a low voice. Albus himself had only ever met the Captain-Commander once in his entire life. When he became the Supreme Mugwump, the man had personally welcomed him, complimenting him on being one of the few wand-users who he had noticed as being truly powerful. Suffice to say that Dumbledore had felt invincible for nearly a week after that.

A spark of light lit near the entrance of the hall, and it suddenly spread, creating a crimson line of light that eventually took the form of a traditional Japanese door, or Shoji, as Hermione knew them to be called, that was made of pure magic. Suddenly, eleven silhouettes appeared behind the door that materialized within the great hall, and Hermione couldn't help the excited smile that crept on her face.

"Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, Durmstrang, join me in greeting the captains of the 1st, 3rd, 4th, 9th, and 10th Divisions of the Soul Society's 13 Court Guard Squads, and their lieutenants." The professors at the table, even Karkaroff and Maxime, immediately gave a deep bow, showing the proper respect for the Soul Society's most powerful military arm. Albus joined them in the bow, ready to greet the powerful men and women that were the stuff of legend.

Hermione watched with ever growing excitement as the doors that appeared began to open from the middle. She, along with the other students, lost their breaths when eleven black butterflies flew out, and a magical presence that none had ever felt before leaked from the gate.

The year was about to get even more interesting than anyone could ever have imagined.


Author's Note's: Well, as you can see, Shinigami have entered Hogwarts!

Now, to explain some things:

Shinigami – Shinigami (Death God(s) / Soul Reaper(s)) is the name of witches and wizards from the Soul Society who have graduated from Shino'o Academy, and have taken up the Zanpakuto, a physical manifestation of the wielders soul and magic. They are so called Shinigami for, with their Zanpakuto, they can "reap" the souls of the Hollows (see: Hollow). Shinigami usually join the 13 Court Guard Squats (Gotei 13), which is one of the three military branches of the Soul Society, along with the Kido Corps and Onmitsukido. Shinigami are widely considered the most powerful combatants in the entire world, and none have been able to prove this statement wrong.

Hollow – Hollow(s) are dark, magical beasts that were banished to a separate dimension by the Shinigami over two millennia ago. They are foul, dark creatures who feed off the souls and magic of all living things. They are mindless, insatiable monsters who live in the darkness. Even though they were banished to another dimension, the more powerful ones are capable of escaping. This means the Shinigami are constantly battling with these nightmares, always alert for another escape.

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