Disclaimer: I know I've forgotten to do this stupid thing on the first two chapters. I really don't like them. I mean this is FanFiction. If I owned Bleach or Harry Potter I'd be the richest person alive. Am I rich? I don't think so. So do I own either Bleach or Harry Potter? No…didn't think so.
Author's note: For any of you who have read My Last Breath, Verion is Ulquiorra's original name.
So for a quick rant. Have any of you watched Dragonball: Evolution? I hated it! They couldn't capture the soul of Dragonball at all! My god! Master Roshi's supposed to be bald! And there was no Oolong or Puar! I love Puar!
I'm sorry if you liked the movie. I didn't mean to offend you, I just needed to get that out.
Thank you for listening, I mean reading, or if you don't read for reading the story. Have a nice day/evening/night/afternoon/morning. Read and review please!
Criticism welcomed.
Chapter 2: Let's Strike a Deal
Voldemort's POV
"My Lord!" Bellatrix calls rushing inside the meeting room, her mask in her hand. "There is someone who wishes to meet with you immediately!" She's breathing heavily and looks quite scared. But who could scare this devilish woman? Well besides myself. I can scare nearly everyone.
"Who is it?" I shout at her, my wand ready to crucio the woman, "Who is so important to interrupt?" I'm just about to utter the crucial word when I hear a,
"What about me, Tom?"
Dumbledore's POV
How could this be real? I stare down at the book Miss Granger found. It tells of a group of people, Shinigami or Soul Reapers, they are called. I must admit the book does give me an idea. I want to find one of these Shinigami and ask them a favor. I wish to have one or two come to the castle to protect Harry when he arrives.
And as it seems Miss Granger has worked out that miracle too. For across from me sits another aged man, his name Genreyusai Yamamoto.
"Well, Professor," he says after a bit, "I guess I can do this favor if you help us defeat our problem. Souske Aizen and his arrancar army. With wizards on our side, he won't be able to stop us."
Severus's POV
I watch, my flinch barely contained when the Dark Lord pulls out his wand. He opens his mouth to presumably crucio her when a subtle sharp voice calls out, "What about me, Tom?"
I turn my attention as we all do to the entrance. There stands a woman with shoulder length brown hair and ruby red eyes. "Hannaverra Castlionia?" my master says softly as if bewildered.
The woman smiles then. "It's been a long time, Tom Marvolo Riddle. Or is it Lord Voldemort now?" Her smile seems almost cheeky. The Death Eater populace brace ourselves for the wrath of our lord to be brought about. But if doesn't come.
Instead, he laughs. "It's still Tom to you Hanna. Are you still single?" he asks, cheek evident in his voice. He's teasing.
"Nope. I've got myself a real keeper. Why are you?"
"Fortunately yes. There's only so much stupidity I can handle daily." He sets back into his throne. "What do I owe this visit?"
Her face grows grim. "Tom, I need your help. My mate Souske Aizen and I need you and your Death Eaters to help us destroy the Soul Society. If we do not there will always be a chance my little girl could be hunted down and killed. So instead of that chance, we're plotting to assassinate the Soul King himself."
His eyes widen and he says, "We'll help."
