Reviews Again thanks to everyone who reviewed, just to clear a few things up…

1. Magic vs. Reiyoku, in this fic, magic and Reiyoku are the same thing, wizards and witches are humans capable of channeling Reiyoku, normally through a wand- the nature of wizard souls is discussed in this chapter.

2. Philosopher Stone, this was an object capable of channeling pure Reiyoku into something else, creating the elixir of life, it was this colossal amount of energy that provided the power for Harry's transformation

3. Voldemort… is not dead. He has divided is soul into seven pieces, when Harry devoured him he only destroyed the piece of soul inside himself, and as his ascension to Gillian coincided with Voldemort's attempts to use the Philosophers stone, created a connection to the stone. Voldemort himself escaped and will return in later chapters.

Disclaimer: So… you figured out that I was not J.k Rowling and Tite Kubo working together. Good work… I will take the opportunity to say that none of this is mine and that appropriate credit must be given to J.k Rowling and Tite Kubo.


Hollow Times- Endings and Beginnings


He had done it, finally. Though Harry knew that he was by no means the strongest creature in Hueco Mundo- he could still sense beings whose strength dwarfed his by colossal proportions, he was no longer a common hollow. He had become something greater… an Adjuchas.

With his rapid rise of power he could feel the return of a sense of self; although driven to eat constantly by the voices in his head, he was no longer the mindless beast he had been just a short time ago. Memories, not of his time as a hollow, but his time as a human were beginning to surface.

While not complete by any means, Harry could remember several important things about his previous life, a small cramped dark space, the pain of something hitting him repeatedly across the back, and… a glorious moment, filled with light and sound- something totally alien to both his current and former existence.

Still… these memories were… incomplete. If he ever wanted to see more he would have to evolve further, and to do that he would have to eat. The thought of consuming more souls made the voices in his head growl, besides, he knew that he would never let himself revert to a Gillian, never.

Spreading his black, feathery wings and pushing off with powerful clawed feet, he exploded into the sky. While most Adjuchas class hollows knew how to walk on air, many seldom did, preferring to hide themselves beneath the sands of Hueco Mundo, but to a creature like himself, perfectly adapted to snatching prey from on high, it was the perfect way to attack, they would never see him coming…


Interlude: The Wizarding World (5 years after the destruction of the Philosopher's Stone)

They were finally doing something. It was all Hermione Granger could think as she sat at Number 12 Grimmauld Place- the Head Quarters of The Order of the Phoenix. Ever since Voldemort's return the Order had been talking about how to stop him, first Dumbledore had revealed the nature of Voldemort's immortality, after forcing every member to swear an unbreakable vow to never use the knowledge, and from there the Order had set about trying to find a method to defeat him.

However while the Order was discussing ways to kill Voldemort, and teaching each other how to say his name, the Death Eaters were out attacking the people of Britain and the surrounding countries.

Hermione choked back a sob as she remembered the countless people that Voldemort had killed, Amelia Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Emmeline Vance, a member of the Order of the Phoenix, and, here Hermione forced down another sob, the huge amount of muggles, including… her parents.

The ministry was corrupt, leaking the names and addresses of Hogwart's student's muggle parents to the Death Eaters, after that… well Hermione was one of the few muggleborn survivors.

That was why she was here, at a special gathering of the Order, a gathering of those who would be involved in the final strike against Voldemort, those who had nothing else to lose. Minerva McGonagall and Filius Flitwick, finding that they had nothing left to live for after Hogwart's destruction, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, both outcasts from magical society and fanatical haters of Voldemort, who had killed one of their best friends and made a traitor out of the other; the last survivors of the Weasley family, Fred, George and Ron, all three determined to bring Voldemort down after he had murdered their parents and brothers and delivered a fate far worse than death to their sister.

Then there's me, thought Hermione, no parents and one of the last surviving muggleborns… Hermione's thoughts on the people around her were interrupted, as, at long last Dumbledore began to speak.

"My friends", said Dumbledore in a quiet, serious voice- his eyes utterly devoid of the spark they had once held, "We all know why we are here. Voldemort has become a greater threat than even I envisaged, a threat to the entire world, a force that endangers us all."

Here Dumbledore sighed, looking very old, sad and tired all at the same time.

"I have told both of the prophecy and of his horcruxes, Voldemort can only be defeated by one person…"

"Harry Potter is dead!" Came Sirius Blacks voice, sounding bitter.

"Yes", sighed Dumbledore, " but there is dead and there is dead. Fate demands that Harry Potter and Lord Voldemort confront each other a second time and that there be a decisive battle, meaning, there is a chance that Harry Potter, still exists.

Ignoring the hushed murmurs that echoed around the small gathering, Dumbledore continued.

"I wonder, my friends, how many of you are familiar with the work and downfall of Myrddin Emrys. In particular his reseach on the nature of souls."

Hermione glanced around the room, assertaining the reaction of it's occupants. Sirius, Remus, the Weasleys and even Mcgonagall looked dumbfound, but in his corner of the room, Filius Flitwick was staring at Dumbledore with a look of horror on his face.

"Myrddin Emrys is pherhaps the greatest documented wizard, but his greatest work was, unquestionably his reseach into the nature of souls. Myrrdin concluded that a wizards soul, was made up of magic and in death would return to magic, becoming part of a greater being and forming a part of why magic is partially sentinent. However muggle souls are different, using a means that we today cannot hope to imagine, Myrrdin found that a muggle's soul partakes in a cycle of death and rebirth, in essence, when a muggle dies, they live again in a different realm- before returning to this one."

"But Harry was a magical child!", Sirius half yelled.

"There was... a noticable exception", Dumbledore continued, his voice once again sounding weary, "In cases where a magical soul was abused in life- truly abused, mind you, not merely mistreated, their soul would, mutate... Joining the muggle cycle of death and rebirth"

"As intriuging as this is Professor Dumbledore, I fail to see it's relevance, came Mcgonagall's voice, sounding short and brisk.

"It is relevant, I assume because of Myrrdin's defeat", squeaked Flitwick, his face looking both excited and nervous.

"Quite correct", answered Dumbledore, "It is interesting to note that while we as a culture place a great deal of emphasis on Mrrydin and his power, we pay no attention to how he was defeated, but I digress. His apprentice Nimue could never defeat him but, using a ritual designed by Myrrdin himself, she could unleash a terrible curse upon him. Sacrficing the souls of seven people, she worked an enchantment that even Mrrydin Emerys, the greatest wizard known to man, could not defend against, casting his very soul into another world.

Through years of effort and experimentation, I have altered the spell. It will still drive a soul into the cycle of death and rebirth, but instead of casting the other souls out of reality, it sends them into the cycle as well, including the caster. Eight souls, seven to power the spell, one to cast it."

Dumbledore looked arround the room implouringly, meeting every persons gaze.

"Voldemort is a monster. He must be stopped. I'm am asking you to give up a lot, your life, your magic and your soul, all to defeat one man. Now I ask of all of you, are willing to do what is nessesary..."


Hueco Mundo- (5 years later)

Harry dived, quickly striking down the Adjuchas that was his target. The creature struggled, but against a foe striking from the air, a place attack was never expected, at speeds exceeding what most could comprehend it had no chance.

As the creature's power added to his Harry gave a sigh of satisfaction. Unlike before he could feel the creature's strength filling him, increasing his own power. The unceasing voices in his mind stopped their shrieking for a moment, before continuing. They would never stop. Not until it happened. His next evolution. Vasto Lorde.

The mere mention of the words made him shiver in anticipation. Once he evolved, the voices would stop. The never ending hunger would still be there of course- nothing he knew of could stop that, but he would finally be at the top, one of those with power.

He could sense the others out there. The other Adjuchas already whispered among themselves. They told stories of the flying death, a swooping menace that killed its targets mercilessly. Yet compared to them, he was nothing .The Vasto Lorde. They were beings of shadowy strength and legendary power. No one truly knew who they all were, or how many there were, but every Hollow heard the legends.

The god-king of Hueco Mundo, Baraggan Luisenbarn. Everyone knew of him. The Hollow who had claimed ownership of all of Hueco Mundo. A being who had amassed an army of Hollow of every different class.

The Empty One. This creature was a being that terrified Hollows far more than the so called god-king ever could. A creature with wings to rival his, a being who believed in nothing, and so was totally unpredictable.

What were even more interesting were the rumors of a group of female Hollows who actually managed to work together. Supposedly led by a shark-like Vasto Lorde the group worked as a team to defeat stronger opponents. It was unlikely any of these rumors were true, but… If they did exist, they may represent the chance for Hollows to coexist with each other…

Finally there was… The Dead Zone. An area that no one knew about. All the Hollows knew was that there was a place in Hueco Mundo, which if you entered you would die. Not even Harry, capable of flying above the notice of many dangers, had tried to penetrate the zone. Yet, the mystery of it, intrigued him…

Soon. Soon he would be counted among the great, counted among those who truly decided the fate of the world, and from there… Soon, it would be soon.


The red Cero cut through the night, leaving a trail of light seared in Harry's eyes. This was rare; no other creature had managed to sense him when he was attacking. Dropping down to the ground Harry observed the other Hollow.

He was vaguely humanoid with a large shell like object protruding from his back, out of which sprouted a large tail. Around his waist he wore a purple wrap, with a Hollow hole located over the left side of his chest.

"You"

The Hollow was speaking, that was rare. Even amongst Adjuchas, who had the ability to speak coherently, conversations between enemies were rare.

"You killed him. The Shinigami. He was mine!"

The creature's words lapsed into a growl on the last words, hunger and anger overtaking his voice.

Harry growled. He was close, so close. He would soon evolve into a Vasto Lorde. This creature was strong, easily one of the most powerful he had encountered. Yes, he would do nicely.

The Hollow charged up a red Cero in it mouth. Harry did the same, a golden yellow Cero forming on the tip of his beak. At once both creatures released their blast, both colliding with a crash. Harry's golden yellow Cero slowly ate its way through the others red one.

Suddenly out of the ground, a massive tail burst up, ensnaring him and causing his Cero to cut out. The others red Cero collided with him, and though it was weakened by its earlier impact, still caused Harry to scream in pain.

"Fool, little fool", came the creature's voice, sounding amused.

"You honestly thought you could compare with me. I'm am the Guardian of the Forest of Hueco Mundo. The strongest of all the Adjuchas .You are nothing to me. Yet you dared kill my Shinigami, his death belonged to me!"

The creature screamed. Squeezing with its tail the Guardian slowly began to crush Harry.

"I'll kill you myself"

Harry thrashed, desperately trying to break free of the beast's tail, it had wrapped around his wings, rendering him immobile. Shutting his eyes briefly Harry released two Cero from the tips of his wings- at the same time slamming them open. The creatures tail burst away from him and Harry shot up, into the air, gaining distance from the deadly tail.

He was weakened and couldn't be caught like that again. At the moment he only possessed one option. He had to end the fight quickly, before it turned into a battle of endurance, a battle he could not hope to win. As a creature possessing deadly levels of speed and powerful offensive weapons he was not suited to long drawn out battles. Bring his wings to the front; Harry began charging the most powerful technique he had at his disposal.

Down below he could make out the Guardian charging a red Cero in his mouth. It was strong, the strongest thing he had ever faced.

Three entwined golden balls formed in front of Harry. On the ground the Guardian released his Cero. High above him Harry shrieked in defiance as the golden balls began to spin.

"Caerse Cero De Cometa!"

Harry's dived into the oncoming red blast- a golden comet cutting through it. Before the Guardian could react Harry was in front of him, lashing out with one hand and tearing out his throat. Shrieking again with satisfaction Harry brought the newly deceased Hollow to his mouth, absorbing its Reiyoku. Almost immediately he felt it start, the voices in his head growing silent. He was evolving.


"Impressive", stated Aizen Sōsuke. "He was able to create his own technique, at Adjuchas level. Yes, he will do well. Gin!"

"Yes Aizen-sama"

"Soon the Hogyoku will be in my possession; those fools are bringing it here even now. I require you to go and, convince this Hollow to join us. It is a shame, but soon we must cut our ties with Soul Society. We cannot even wait for that promising batch of new students, but… we must all make sacrifices. Now Go!"

Suppressing a shudder Gin replied.

"Of course, Aizen-sama."


Caerse Cero De Cometa: Falling comet zero


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I feel that I should make an apology for the Merlin references. Personally I get very annoyed at fics that have Merlin as the answer to everything; I hope that I did it in a way that was interesting and non-nauseating. This is the last we'll see of the other Harry Potter characters for some time as the story will be focusing on Bleach elements.

*The Guardian of the Forests of Hueco Mundo is an anime only character that appears at the same time as Ashido Kanō.

With Harry's evolution to Vasto Lorde and possibly arrancar comes the fairly important question of pairings… and honestly I have no idea. If you want drop me a review or pm giving me name and reason why you think the pairing would work.

Once again, thanks to those who reviewed.