OK, to elaborate about what I've written about this one-shot series; THIS IS PRIMARILY YOUR SITE, not mine. I'm leaving it open to you, and I mainly just want to be the EDITOR on it, not the primary writer. I want to see your stories there, your work: Sort of like one of those compilations... Andre Norton, Mercedes Lackey, Marion Zimmer Bradley - they all did something similar (well, published, anyway, LOL). All I really want to do is tweak them to make them publishable and give credit to the writers. So - don't be shy people – if you've ever wanted to write something but didn't because you were afraid to and didn't have anyone to clean it up, this is your chance. The only requirement is it has to follow the storyline that's been shown/planned out.

And as always: Bleach and HP belong to their respective owners, we're just borrowing them for a little while.

And now, due to popular request… we head off to Greece.

Chapter 2

They had been practicing their Apparition all weekend, Apparating back and forth between the Head Master's office, the Astronomy Tower, and the Room of Requirement. Hogwarts allowed the Head Master to do many things it did not allow the others to do, and that included temporarily lifting restrictions on Apparition – but only for those specific people, and specific locations.

One professor waited in each location: Snape in the Room of Requirement, McGonagall in the Astronomy Tower, and Dumbledore in his office as they practiced going from one location to the next.

Things had been going rather routinely; they had been teaching Toshiro how to Apparate and being the genius he was he had quickly gotten the hang of it. The other three Soul Reapers needed to improve their technique, and the others to learn, because despite all their practice, only Uryu was close to Apparating.

They were going in rotation, one at a time; and it was Ichigo's turn to leave the Head Master's office and Apparate to the Astronomy Tower. He started focusing on the instruments, the telescopes, and the pictures of the Greek Astronomers that were always interrupting their lectures... one in particular was extremely annoying, always going on about how he had once taught his classes on the Acropolis in Greece itself...

And he found himself starting to panic when he did not arrive instantly at the Tower. It should only have taken him as long as it would to perform several flash steps (given the floors and corners) but the trip was taking far, far too long.

And then there was finally daylight – but he was outside – and off balance. Ichigo had a brief glimpse of tall white columns, before he was tumbling backwards ass over tea kettle. As he was falling, he was vaguely aware of screams – both in his inner world and the outer world. He didn't know how many steps he tumbled down, but he landed in one of his spectacularly bizarre positions. Those same voices chattered around him in a variety of languages: too many for him to sort out, as disoriented as he was.

"Ow," he finally said, making an effort to sort himself out and disentangle his limbs.

"No no no! Don't move!" someone pressed him back down as he struggled to get up. "That was quite a tumble you took."

"Eh?" Ichigo blinked at him, a little surprised to hear American English. The man leaning over him looked up.

"Does anyone here speak -"

"I speak English," Ichigo cut him off, drawing his attention back to him. Where the hell was he, anyway? He certainly wasn't going to find out lying on his stomach – on – steps. Broken, old, ancient – steps. Oh, shit – what the hell had he gone and done, now?

"Concussion," the American said decisively.

Ichigo tried turning to look at him, which caused a shooting pain to lance through his head – and which had the immediate effect of causing his stomach to furiously revolt.

"Oh, shit," he mumbled, managing to drag himself to a sparse patch of grass next to a cracked pathway before he started heaving.

:Please don't do that, Ichigo.:

:Yes, please. Even the Old Man here fell off his perch with your little trip to wherever the hell it is you decided to go.:

:At least I didn't get ill the way you did.:

Please don't argue, my head can't take it. And I am not cleaning up after you!

:Aw, King...:

Shut up! I have a freaking headache! And I don't know where the hell we are!

:I think that should be your first order of business, then...:

"Definitely a concussion," the American diagnosed grimly, "If you can't remember where you are, how you got here, and moving your head just a bit is causing that to happen."

Cautiously and cursing himself for speaking out loud, Ichigo very, very slowly looked at the American.

"What are you, a doctor?"

"Well, actually -"

Great. Ichigo had fallen straight at the feet of a doctor. Just what he needed.

"Honey," a woman plucked at his sleeve, "Um, you're an Ob/Gyn..."

Ichigo groaned and hid his face in his hands as he heard Hichigo snicker. Of all the fucked up luck... the doctor was a – he – Ichigo found himself blushing just at the thought. Okay just hang in there – Professor Dumbledore will be here soon. He'll figure out where you are –

"Here's some ice water," someone handed him a bottle and a quick glance at it showed Ichigo it had not been opened. Not only that – he couldn't read the language on the bottle. However, it was just the thing he needed to rinse his mouth out he thought, not wanting to think about what the idea of the foreign symbols on the bottle meant. In addition, the accent of the person who had handed him the bottle had sounded – Russian.

:I'm not sure,: Zangetsu said hesitantly, :but I believe this may be a tour group of some kind.:

A tour group?

"I have some plasters for his head," another accented voice said to the doctor, who cleaned a gash on Ichigo's head with some water from the bottle before covering it.

Ichigo could hear the mutters – who was he? Was he part of their group? No one remembered him before he had taken that spectacular tumble down the stairs; in fact, he had simply appeared out of nowhere. Should they summon medical assistance? Granted, the American appeared to know what he was doing, but perhaps the boy should go to a hospital or clinic?

Great, he thought, as the American doctor's wife returned with what looked like tiny replica of the goddess Athena. Athena? Athena? Oh... oh hell...

:Ichigo...your thoughts right before you Apparated...they were of the Acropolis...:

I fucking Apparated to fucking Greece?! His mental voice rose to a near shriek.

:Sheesh, King, lower the volume! You aren't the only one with a freaking headache!:

"It's a flashlight," the doctor's wife was saying as she handed the tiny Athena to her husband, "it was all I could find."

"Good enough," he said to her, tilting Ichigo's head back and shining the light in his eyes.

"Well, if it's a concussion, it's slight," he said, puzzled, "I'm looking for -"

"Dilated pupils, I know. My father runs a clinic," Ichigo replied. He also knew his stomach travails were from the extra long trip he had just taken.

"Ah..." The doctor nodded, and Ichigo endured the doctor's gentle probing of his head as he searched for a head injury. He also quizzed Ichigo on the other symptoms – and even the Soul Reaper was starting to wonder if he was slightly concussed, as he did have several of the symptoms.

Ichigo heard some confused murmurs, and carefully looked up; he nearly cried with relief when he saw the familiar robes and beard of Professor Dumbledore walking quickly towards him. A quick wave of his wand and they were the only two still mobile.

"Well," the Professor said, his blue eyes twinkling with some amusement when he reached the distressed Soul Reaper, "This is one for the record books. How did you get here?"

"Um...I really don't know..." Ichigo said with some embarrassment. "I was starting to wonder how I was going to get back."

"Well, Miss Kuchiki and Miss Hinamori became most distressed when your reiatsu disappeared; Mr. Hitsugaya wondered if Aizen had managed to capture you somehow. So, since we did not know where you had managed to Apparate to, I had to use a Thestral to track you down," the Professor indicated the creature, which apparently had just realized that Ichigo was there and had started to investigate him. He gave the Thestral an irritated look.

"What are they, Bloodhounds?" he muttered under his breath.

"When it comes to Soul Reapers, it would appear so," the professor found this amusing, as well as Ichigo's reaction to the creature.

Wonderful.

"So – I've already modified everyone's memories; we should leave as quickly as possible."

"You mean – actually get on and ride a Thestral?" Ichigo took a step back when he realized exactly how the professor intended to return to Hogwarts. Oh, no. No, no no... Hichigo started cackling, while Zangetsu sighed.

"Well, I'm not Apparating. I don't have quite the range you do, my boy, not anymore."

Ichigo stared at the Thestral, and then slowly turned to look over his shoulder at the ruins of the Parthenon. He looked back at the Thestral, who had started to nibble on his shirt, and swallowed thickly. Ride something that gave him bad dreams? He gave the professor a weak smile and held out his now-empty water bottle.

"Port key?"

Okay, I know it's just a snippet – but it wasn't a large scene to begin with. Although, right now I am working on a brief one-shot that is actually after the third book (it won't really give anything away, plot-wise) but I had to write it after I watched Spirited Away again for the umpteenth time…that should be ready in another week or so. So it will be kind of a three-way cross-over.