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So, I'm back guys!

Bellatrix : You idiot! You've taken such a long time to get around to writing a second chapter!

I-I'm sorry I know! I'm usually busy and when I'm not I just completely forget about writing!

Ulquiorra : Lord Aizen shall hear about this

Please no ;-;

So, I took house quizzes for both Ruka and Ichigo and Rukia got Ravenclaw (not surprised) and Ichigo got Hufflepuff. Ichigo. Hufflepuff. I guess it's because of how 'loyal' he is but for the sake of the plot I'm going to put them both in Gryffindor ;-; Sorry if I disappoint anyone. Also I'm really sorry that this chapter's a bit short, my brain noped and I didn't want to drag it on forever. This chapter's mostly an introduction for Ichigo and Rukia so that I don't have to waste time in the next chapter introducing them when I can have them being chased b-

Ichigo : Don't spoil anything!

Who says I was spoiling anything? I mean it's not like I'm telling them that in a few chapters that I'm going to add another c-

Ichigo : BANKAI! Getsuga...

OHGODNOPLEASESPAREMYLIFE

Ichigo : TENSHOU!

R.I.P The Poor Sleep Deprived Author Of This Terrible Fanfiction

IMPORTANT NOTE :

You guys know who could be speaking when I use italics.

But you're going to have to guess who's speaking when I use an underline!

Chapter 2:

The events from the previous day were still fresh in the students' minds, as well as the teachers'. During classes, a few children would raise their hand and inquire about the lights they saw or about the strange pressure they felt. Of course, each professor would deny seeing or feeling such a thing, knowing that if the students were to know what really happened then all hell would break loose. Towards the end of the school day, the infamous trio deliberately walked past the infirmary so they could see if Rukia was still there. Once they reached the door, Harry and Hermione peeked inside while Ron kept a lookout for any teachers that might find their behavior to be suspicious. "Hurry up guys, I think I hear someone coming down the hallway!" Ron whispered, shaking his hands at his sides nervously as he waited for his friends to finish spying on the infirmary. When no answer came, he turned to look back at Hermione and Harry who had stopped looking through the doorway and were giving each other concerned looks as they seemed to be whispering about something. "What is it, can't it wait?" Ron said, his voice a little too loud as he clasped his hands over his mouth in regret, but it was too late. As he turned around, he saw a familiar figure standing behind him looking down in disappointment.

"One minute Ron, I think we found out something rather interesting." Harry answered, still in a conversation with Hermione. Ron, still looking up at the figure in front of him, swallowed and took a deep breath, his hands shaking again.

"Harry… I think you'd better stop talking." Ron protested, his voice wavering slightly as he spoke.

"Ron I said we'd be done in a minute." Harry repeated, his focus not shifting away from the debate he and Hermione were having.

"Potter." The figure said, causing both Harry and Hermione to freeze, their skin paling instantly as they slowly turned to see none other than Professor Snape standing in front of Ron. "You are to come with me at once." Snape turned, his cloak billowing out behind him as he headed towards the Headmaster's office. The trio looked at each other hesitantly before they reluctantly got up and followed the professor towards Dumbledore's office. Once they arrived, Snape had them stand in front of the Headmaster's desk as he explained to him where they were found and what they were doing. Dumbledore sighed and sat up, leaning against his desk slightly, his brow creased in thought. He looked up at Snape and waved his hand to dismiss him.

"Thank you that'll be all Severus." Dumbledore spoke, causing Snape to huff in disappointment and give Harry a menacing glare as he walked out of the office. A small amount of stress was relieved from the trio now that Snape had left, making them feel slightly more safe when they were talking. "Now, Miss Granger." He said, his gentle eyes moving to look at a nervous Hermione who was absolutely horrified at the fact that she had been called into the Headmaster's office. She cleared her throat and took a small step forward, trying to stay calm as she knew she was going to have a lot of explaining to do.

"Yes sir?" She replied in an even tone, doing her best to keep her hand from shaking out of fear of being given a detention or a mark put on her stellar record.

"Please explain to me why you were spying on our guests in the infirmary, and don't hide any of the details." He said in a calm voice. Hermione's breath caught and she looked back at Harry who nodded at her, knowing what she would have asked.

"Well, when the two were brought to the infirmary, we snuck in and asked Rukia some questions about who she was and what it- I mean Ichigo was fighting against." She answered honestly, a weight lifting from her chest as she let Dumbledore hear their secret. "So we decided that after our final classes today, that we'd check back up on them and see if they were still there. When we looked through the door…" She trailed off, her eyes darting down to the floor, lost in thought.

"We saw that Ichigo had been restrained, and there was this strange mask on him that had been partially shattered." Harry finished, stepping forward next to Hermione who was still looking down at the floor.

"His eyes…" Hermione murmured, looking back up at Dumbledore who had sat back in his chair, his expression relaxing slightly. "Why were they like that?"

"What do you mean? Hey! I'm completely in the dark about all this, can you tell me what the hell happened that made you freak out?" Ron demanded, stepping forward next to Harry and Hermione.

"Mr. Weasley there's no need to raise you voice." Dumbledore spoke, causing Ron to bite his lip and shuffle back slightly. "Now, as for you two. I understand that what you saw could make you slightly uneasy, especially after seeing what happened yesterday, but I urge you to pursue this no farther than you already have. The situation is under control and well monitored."

"Professor plea-" Harry began, being immediately silenced by Dumbledore raising his hand.

"Harry, I understand that you want to know more but I'm afraid I can't let you be involved in this matter. Please return to your dorms at once." Dumbledore instructed, waving his hand towards the door. The trio exchanged glances before nodding and walking out of the Headmaster's office and towards the Gryffindor tower. As the children left Dumbledore let out a sigh and stood from his desk, walking towards his Pensieve. "Now, Mr. Kurosaki. Let us see what the meaning of your visit to Hogwarts is…"

"What was that all about? And what did you mean by 'his eyes'?" Ron pestered Hermione the next morning at breakfast, "Come on, you can't leave me out of this completely!" Hermione looked up at Harry with a pained expression, having had no sleep from trying to research what sort of creature Ichigo could possibly be in her secret stash of textbooks.

"Nothing?" Harry asked, ignoring a babbling Ron who continued to ask the same questions over and over again, raising his voice slightly more each time until Hermione smacked him because of how annoying he was. She shook her head and looked down, poking at the food on her plate robotically.

"He's changed back, is that correct?"

"Nothing." She sighed, her eyes had dark circles under them and her eyelids kept fluttering closed every now and then. Ron pouted and added more food to his plate, muttering about how 'accepted' he felt in between mouthfuls of food.

"Yes my lord."

Harry frowned and looked across the dining hall towards the Slytherin table, his eyes squinting as he did his best to make out the notorious figure of Draco Malfoy. He thought about whether or not he was somehow involved, or if his father was. The thought was shaken from his mind when the loud sound of the hall doors opening echoed through the room, silencing the conversations of every student almost instantaneously. Every student and every teacher in the room had now shifted their focus to the four people who stood in the doorway, two being quite familiar, and the other two complete strangers to the most of them. Professor Dumbledore and McGonagall stood at the sides of the other two. One was a short girl with silken black hair and the other… well.

"Hey what's with the hair color carrot top?" A slytherin student sneered from his table, addressing the second figure who was standing next to Dumbledore.

"Excellent."

"Goyle, you are to see me immediately after your first class is that understood?" McGonagall snapped at the Slytherin boy who had insulted the bright orange haired boy that stood next to the girl and Dumbledore. To prevent any more unnecessary comments from the student body, Dumbledore cleared his throat and took a step forward.

"Good morning." Dumbledore spoke, his greeting echoed by most of the room's occupants. "I would like to introduce two new students that will be joining you all this year. Firstly, I'd like to introduce Miss Rukia Kuchiki. She will be joining the house of Gryffindor." The small girl stepped forward and gave a small bow.

"Hello, it's an honor to be joining you." She greeted the room before taking a step back and looking towards the boy next to her. He sighed and shifted his weight from foot to foot. He didn't want to be here.

"And what did you say his name was?"

"And this is Mr. Ichigo Kurosaki, who will also be joining the house of Gryffindor along with Miss Kuchiki." Dumbledore continued, gesturing to the tall boy who sighed and took a small step forward. He looked up and focused on the back of the room, his expression blank.

"Pleasure." Ichigo said emptily before stepping back next to Rukia who gave him a warning glare, causing him to shudder slightly.

"I expect you all to give them a warm welcome to Hogwarts and to make sure that they feel at home. That will be all." Dumbledore finished, gesturing for both Ichigo and Rukia to sit at the Gryffindor table as he walked towards the back of the room with McGonagall to speak with the rest of the teachers. Conversations immediately broke out as soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, the room being filled with students speaking about Ichigo and Rukia and about if they were related to what had happened yesterday. Hermione's jaw had dropped open the second she saw who was standing in the doorway, and she couldn't take her eyes off of them.

"Hey! Why don't you come sit with us?" Ron chimed, his intentions seemed to be pure but he really just wanted to find out more about what Hermione had said. He was going to find out what the hell was going on himself since neither Hermione or Harry were speaking to him about it. Harry's face paled slightly as he saw Ron flag down Ichigo and Rukia who had taken his invite and were now sitting down next to them. Rukia sat next next to Hermione on one side of the long table while Ichigo took the seat next to Harry on the other side. The second the orange haired boy sat down next to him, Harry's posture straightened and his heart began to race. He knew almost nothing about this guy, he had no idea whether or not he was actually dangerous and he wasn't going to trust Rukia's word completely.

"It's nice to meet you!" Rukia broke the silence, smiling warmly at the trio who stared in disbelief, unable to comprehend how she could be so calm and collected despite knowing that more than half of the room was staring at her and Ichigo. "What are your names?"

"He has a what?."

"Oh I see, so you hair is naturally that color…" Ron mumbled, staring at Ichigo's bright orange hair like the rest of the Gryffindor table. Ichigo sighed and rested his head in his hands, wincing slightly as Ron continued to ramble on and on about how being ginger was both a curse and a blessing. Rukia's warm expression quickly changed into one of concern as she saw Ichigo wincing.

"Are you ok?" She asked, her gaze follow by both Harry and Hermione who had also realized Ichigo's change in character. He raised his head and gave a weak smile.

"Me? Oh I'm fine, just a small headache." Ichigo reassured her, his previous grudgy attitude being quickly replaced by one that was quite similar to Rukia's. Hermione blinked. She couldn't understand them. Nothing about them made sense. She watched as Rukia continued to pester him, insisting that she needed to help him.

"Rukia! Chill out it's just a headache!"

It's just a headache.

She sighed and gave up her efforts in trying to get Ichigo to tell her that it wasn't a headache.

"Fine," she pouted, "But if it gets worse later then don't come crying to me." Ichigo laughed and shook his head, reaching across the table to ruffle Rukia's hair, which she didn't like.

"Alright, I won't come crying to you if for some reason my headache turns out to be some sort of serious condition, for instance a deadly bunny parasite named Chappy that's stuck in my head. Alright?" He joked, his poor humor somehow causing a very sugarhigh Ron to burst into laughter.

It's alright.

Rukia sighed and gave him a faint smile. "Alright."

"So, who's up for seconds?" Ron chuckled, still not being able to fully suppress his fit of laughter. Hermione rolled her eyes and put her arm in front of Ron who was trying to fill his plate up with even more food.

"I think you've had enough. Don't you?" She scoffed, causing Ron to pout and stick out his tongue at her.

"Oh you're no fun at all. Here! Try this sticky toffee pudding!"

"Were you even listening to me?"

Listen.

As Hermione and Ron bickered and Harry tried to separate them, Rukia gave Ichigo a concerned glance, able to tell that something was troubling him. He shook his head and looked towards the back of the room where the teachers were exchanging whispers and occasionally looked up, every one of their gazes always falling upon him and him alone.

"I can't remember." He mumbled under his breath, his eyes scanning the room. Ichigo sighed and eventually returned his gaze to Rukia whose eyes had fallen to her empty plate that had yet to have food placed upon it. "What happened Rukia, I know that you know." He said to her in a low voice so that nobody other than Rukia would hear him. She shook her head, her gaze not moving from her plate.

"Not now."

"Rukia ple-"

"It's complicated."

"He's speaking again."

Rukia's face paled and she looked up, her eyes widening slightly.

"What."

"Hollow."

"You heard me."

"Is it like before?"

Ichigo sighed and rested his cheek on his hand, looking towards the entrance of the hall.

"No, he's not trying anything, nor is he making any sense." He muttered, the intensity of Rukia's stare made him feel slightly uncomfortable.

"Is that bad?"

Ichigo looked up again, still keeping his head rested in his hand.

"I don't know."

"I see. Will you be ready for the command." The raspy voice spoke to the same figure from before, the one with the mask. The one with the hole in it's chest.

"Yes."