I hope you like the last chapter. Because like I said, I'm no biggy at writing. Just seeing how this thing leads.
Disclaimer: I do not Bleach or Harry Potter. Even though I really hope I do... D:
Ichigo cannot say that he really liked apparition. Dumbledore said it was because it was his first time and it was neutral for someone to feel nauseous after their first try. Even when the only thing you did was to grip onto the other's arms. However, it still transported them to a totally different location and proved its worth. "Urghhh…" Ichigo moaned as he stumbled on forward. Urahara grinned beside him, "Looks like Ichigo-kun can't control his stomach!" The orange haired growled and slammed his shoes on to the other's toes. He smirked when Urahara let out a soft moan. Dumbledore stared at the two, amused. It seems like what Yamamoto described as 'strong and responsible' may act like a bunch of kids too. He then frowned, or at least Kurosaki is a kid, he looked young; Urahara has a beard or at least stubble, he cannot be that young but surely not that old. However, despite how young they look, Dumbledore was sure that they were older or at least went through more than it seems. For one, Yamamoto would never ask an amateur that is wet behind the ears to assist him, no matter how selfish he may be. And for another, Dumbledore knew that eyes, the eyes that he saw many, many times, some even he and Harry had themselves.
They walked under the blanket of darkness. Grimmauld Place is very different from Little Whinging. It was dirty and dull. Truthfully, Ichigo and Urahara prefer Little Whinging. They were glad when they stopped in front of two buildings. Ichigo looked at the number engraved on to the bricks. 11 and 13. "Ojii-san! Where's number 12?" Dumbledore chuckled at the nickname Ichigo gave him. If his memory stands correct, it surely means something like 'old man'. He pulled out the paper and told the two to read it. "Why are you showing this to us, jii-san. You already told us about this, why again?" Apparently Japanese has many different forms of 'old man'; there have been 5 in the last few minutes, sincerely provided by Ichigo himself. "This." Was Dumbledore's answer as 11 and 13 moved sideways to make way to number 12? Well that explains the high amount of Reiryoku emitted from the building. Urahara stared at the bricked building in amazement. "Ichigo! I know exactly what to do when we get back," the scientist exclaimed. Ichigo groaned. Great, and that means he was going to be filling 47 stacks of paper of why Urethra's building has recently got exploded for the central 46 (each) and the captain commander. Dumbledore climbed to the top of the steps and opened the door. "Well come in! Its hot out there!" Glancing at each other reluctantly they made their way up the stairs and into the house. And to be honest, Rukia's pictures look certainly way more pleasing than this. Talk about bad taste. It was dark and gloomy and gave the two Shinigamis shivers. Immediately before them (and thus giving them a shock), appeared Harry, a red haired boy and a girl with brown bushy hair. Harry gaped at them. The other two merely stared at them curiously, having no idea who they were. Behind them came out a plump woman with red hair. "Dumbledore, you came," she exclaimed, "Who are these two with you?"
"This is Ichigo Kurosaki and Kisuke Urahara. They came from Japan to transfer to Hogwarts since I have asked them for help against Voldemort." There was a wince and a flinch from the others when he said 'Lord Voldemort'. Dumbledore chuckled and continued, "They are new to the western version of Magic so I hope you would help them! Since Asia and Western is very different!" Harry's frown disappeared. Since Asia and Western is very different! Maybe that was the reason why Ichigo and Urahara did not know him at first sight. He let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately he was not as famous as he thought. The frown returned. Then perhaps they have no how dangerous Voldemort was. However, Dumbledore said that they have come to Hogwarts upon his requests. Dumbledore would never recruit a beginner to fight a war. Heck, Harry had fought against Voldemort numerous times and Dumbledore would still never allow him to be so far into danger. But this subject was very worrying…
"Oh its nice to meet you, Ichigo, Kisuke! I'm Mrs Weasley, this is Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and my youngest son, Ron Weasley", the boy named Ron blushed, "Oh my, the both of you look very thin! Who've been feeding you? (Ichigo was pretty mad, as he was the one who fed them both) Come here! I have cooked a heart meal for the both of you!" Mrs Weasley exclaimed before proceeding to keep an almost bruising grip on each of their wrists and dragged them into the kitchen. Harry sweat-dropped. It was just like Mrs Weasley to do that, he shouldn't even be feeling surprised. Harry looked down to their luggage, which was left forgotten after Mrs Weasley dragged them off. With a sigh, the golden trio took a bag each (they were quite heavy, especially Urahara's one. There was something clinking inside it. If Harry did not know better, it would have been experiment apparatus.)
"Say, Harry, do you know them?" Ron asked as he panted from the sheer weight of the suitcase (what in the world can be in there?). Harry looked back at them and asked, "How did you know I know them?" Hermione snorted as she carried up Chico's suitcase (his was the lightest). "It was kind of obvious seeing how your eyes nearly popped from seeing them." Harry (who was carrying the clinging things) panted as he used the railing to pull himself up as if he was doing rock-climbing. He didn't say anything until they reached the landing. They were all sweaty and panting by then. Why in the world would the only spare room be on the top floor of the building? As Harry set the suitcase down on the ground, he massaged his red hands and answered, "They were my new neighbours." Hermione and Ron stared at them, wide-eyed. "Neighbours?" they repeated. Harry nodded his head. He bent back down to grab on to the handle of the suit case and carried him - dragged, the suit case into the spare room. The room was bigger than theirs, seeing how it still managed to be able to fit two single size beds, a rather large table, a huge wardrobe and a nice bookshelf. Ron gaped at the room and pouted, "This is not fair? Why's their room bigger than ours?" No one answered his childish question. They dumped the luggage on the foot of one of the bed (Harry more carefully).
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Mrs Weasley had literally dragged them all the way to the dining table, their feet was stumbling and dragging just to keep up with the mother. Ichigo and Urahara sweat-dropped at her eagerness. They walked through a dark, gloomy and dusty hallway. Urahara stifled a sneeze as the dust messed around with his nose. Ichigo was trying to not trip on to god knows what. So they were glad when they saw light at the other end of the hallway. There was noise from the kitchen; they were certainly very cheerful people. They could hear some roars of laughs and a male voice gasping for air as he tried to speak something.
They squinted under the bright light. Urahara sneezed this time. By the time they finally opened their eyes to the fullest, they finally noticed that the room was very quiet. There was no more laughter or voices. "Uhh…." The both of them stared back at them wide-eyed. Under a split second, a majority of them had jumped on their feet, wands pointing at them.
"Who the hell-?"
"How did they get in?"
"What are they doing?"
"Molly!"
Mrs Weasley hushed them with a loud stamp on the wooden floor. All the stares were directed to her. "Geez! This two is Ichigo Kurosaki and Kisuke Urahara! Dumbledore had told them to stay with us until school starts and then they would follow Harry to Hogwarts!" Urahara pocketed his fan in his pocket and bowed, "Hajimemashita! I'm Kisuke Urahara and this is Ichigo Kurosaki! Dozo Yoroshiku!" All the tension had seemed to dissipate slowly, most of them and sat down. Although the one-eyed one (the other was whirling about) and the black, wiry hair and moustache guy was still staring at them. A bald man stood up, grinning and stick his hand out, "Nice to meet you, I'm Arthur Weasley. So how was magic in Japan?" Mrs Weasley scowled, "Later, Arthur! They're too thin! They need to eat!" The pink haired girl and the rest stared pitifully at them as Mrs Weasley forced them on their chairs and proceeded to fill their plates with food. Ichigo could feel his eyes twitching as the pile grew bigger. Urahara hesitantly pulled out his fan and snapped it open. Reni (the freeloader) would certainly love this. The both of them gave a begging look at Mrs Weasley to have mercy for them. Mrs Weasley ignored it and pushed the plate closer to them, "Eat."
Shit.
They discussed some things during lunch or in Ichigo and Urahara's eyes, 'linner' (lunch and dinner). They could only hope that Mrs Weasley would deem that they were over-fed and would never feed them dinner any more. Western's food portion always seems way bigger that Asians. Ichigo's stomach was groaning as he forced spoon by spoon of food into his mouth. Oh God... He was so full. Someone just distract Mrs Weasley already! He needed to find a way to throw the food already! He turned to glance at Urahara. The scientist had a forced smile on his face and his movements were sluggish as he picked up another spoon into his mouth. The younger one smirked. It seems like he was having trouble too.
"So, how was your school in Japan? And Kisuke (he preferred to be called Urahara when they said it) aren't you a bit too old to go to school?" Tonks asked. Urahara looked up tiredly from his pancakes (his jaw was very tired) and replied, "Of course not, Tonks-san! I'm a teacher of Maths and Science and is also an inventor! Ichigo-kun here is a student!"
The wizards frowned. "Maths? Science? What the hell is that?" Lupin asked. Hermoine and Harry rolled their eyes at their friends. They can be so clueless at times. "Its muggle subjects. Maths is like 1+1=2 and science is like um... you know... plants do photosynthesis and thing like that. In fact I have in my room, a Maths and science textbook. I would show it to you later, if you wish", Hermoine said. The other wizards paled. Everyone knew how Hermione was like when it comes to studying. Chances were that they are going to be bombarded with books and facts under a minute. "There's no need for that!" Ginny exclaimed. Her father on the other hand, grinned and nodded his head. "I really want to see about your muggle subject!"
Well too bad for him. It was not his fault he could not resist.
"How about magic? I assume yours are similar to ours." Sirius asked. Urahara grinned and replied to the wizards, "No! In Japan its called Kido! And there's only two branches of it, defensive and offensive. Also wands are not necessary!" Moody's eyebrows rose. "Offensive and defensive only! That would be far more interesting than what they teach in Hogwarts! I see no use of charms and potions!" (It was just like Moody to like that.)
"So you don't have any wands?" Tonks asked. Ichigo shook his head, his food laid forgotten since he was certain that if he was to ever swallow anything anymore he would certainly vomit. Harry and Ron looked at them, incredulous. Apparently Asia and Western was very different. Not only do they do not know about Harry being world wide famous, they only practice things suitable for defense against the dark arts (Harry was mighty jealous of them for being so lucky), they also don't have wands! "But if you don't have wands, how do you do magic", Ron asked. Urahara grinned. "Well that's really simple! From our hands of course!" The wizards gaped. "Cool!"
Mrs Weasley took their (still not empty) plates and put it in the sink. As she turned on the tap and washed the plates, she asked, "Well I take that you need to buy your items for school right? You need wands in Britain. And your school books and your uniform."
"Hai, Weasley-san."
Mrs Weasley took a towel and dried the plates. "Well, we have time tomorrow. Lets go tomorrow. You, after all, have to catch up on all the other subjects such as potions. I'm sure Hermoine would love to help." Hermoine, at this, seemed very delighted and eager. "Don't worry, Ichigo, Kisuke. I'll make sure that you would remember every little bit of our magic." And even though she said that with pure eagerness and happiness, the two couldn't help but think that she was just a very, very sadistic person that likes to be too hard on a person.
Ohhh… How they would hate this.