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The pastel orange light of sunset filtered in through the first year dormitory window and landed on Albus' open copy of The Standard Book of Spells: Grade 3. He was reading out loud muttering under his breath and every once in a while moving his hand in midair with an imaginary wand. He started showing signs of magic from age five and by the time he was eight, his father and Uncle Ron took him to Ollivander's where they bought him his twelve inch elder wand with a dragon heartstring core. The times he spent bonding with him usually meant Albus learning spells from his father. In a few days he was seen making gnomes floating around in his backyard and making his plants change color, even once making his mom's hair turn blue, which incited stifled laughs from his dad and the fiery wrath of his wife. Just two weeks before going to Hogwarts he managed to produce a flickering Patronus of a weird long thing slithering in the air that lasted for half a minute. He was always striving to surpass his father, to have people stare at him for himself.

As soon as he arrived and unpacked his chest, he found a small black Muggle notebook with a note from his dad, saying that these were some really useful spells taught to him by a special friend in his sixth year along with quite a few other friends afterwards. To see the contents, he had to touch his wand to the small brown spot on the binding and say the password "Prince". The first pages contained relatively easy spells that Albus could find useful, but as the pages progressed, he found the spells more and more difficult. Until a few days ago he was stuck with Sectumsempra, and a side note said that this was not to be used on anybody unless he was in danger, stressing it quite a few times.

He had always been confident in his spell casting when he was alone, but the cursed sword wounds he inflicted on the Hollow barely slowed it down. His mind had become paralyzed with fear and the thought of what would've happened to him and Rose if Ichigo hadn't showed up sent shivers up his spine.

It was already dark and he had to get sleep if he was to survive through next day's lessons. He turned off the blue flames in the jar on his bedside table with a wave of his wand and looked at the sleeping Ichigo on the bed on the other side of the room, wondering if he was using some kind of magic. He rolled over and started to fall into a deep sleep.

A badge pinned on Ichigo's kimono started flashing in the darkness. Albus had barely closed his eyes for a few minutes when a thin robotic voice sounded through the whole room.

"Hollow, Hollow, Hollow, Hollow…"

Albus rolled over in a start and got out of bed, staring at the curious badge. It had a detailed drawing like a blueprint with a small red dot flashing someplace. Albus froze for a moment; could it mean that another one has appeared nearby? He outstretched his hand in the darkness and muttered under his breath.

"Accio"

His wand flew into his open hand and he immediately pointed it upwards, visualizing the range of the spell engulfing everyone around the room the way his Aunt Hermione had advised him once.

"Muffliato"

He then rummaged through his chest for the black notebook and rapidly made it reveal its contents. On the back the last page extended until it was a huge detailed map of Hogwarts with small dots revealing everyone in the castle. His father had enchanted it himself and made sure to include every single passageway, nook, and cranny. He put it beside the badge and finally spotted where the dot was localized. He saw how the dot was slowly and steadily moving toward a room. He localized the same room with his map and saw that it was in The Room of Requirement, really close by. He then felt himself intake his breath sharply. There were three dots inside the Room of Requirement of his map and they were…

"Alright, I think it's about done."

"If we get caught, we're screwed…"

"We've been doing this since our first year and never got caught, or gotten a serious injury."

"Serious injury?"

"Yeah, just a few burns and cuts every now and then; nothing that a bit of Mum's Dittany won't cure."

"Blimey, I can't even start to wonder what you guys consider a serious injury."

Jake Flint and James Potter looked at each other and shrugged. Jake's younger brother Drake sighed loudly and took quite a few steps away from the cauldron sitting in the middle of the Room of Requirement. Some wisps of multicolored smoke were still issuing from the white powder inside. Jake and James looked at each other and smiled childishly.

"Let's test it," both of them said, much to Drake's annoyance. James took a small phial from the floor that wasn't there a few moments before and put a small amount of the white powder inside. He put it on the floor beside and moved the cauldron away with a Hovering Charm.

"Alright Jake, you do it."

Jake took a flask filled with water from one of the shelves in the room and put a drop inside the phial, which immediately started sputtering and smoking. Jake tried to run to a safe distance, but it was too late. The phial shattered in a blinding multicolored light blasting chunks of rock in all directions. James saw how a particularly big chunk flew at his face and bounced off a few inches from his face and landed on the ground before him. The whole place was now full of acrid black smoke and the sound of all of them coughing.

James finally caught his breath, "Blimey, someone open a freaking window."

These words were barely out of his mouth when a small square of light appeared through the smoke, then another. Soon the whole room was full of beams of light as if somebody was pointing square shaped lanterns everywhere through the smoke. The smoke cleared and James felt the sudden blast of cold night air, whipping his eyes open. The dome shaped roof was now riddled with small square windows grouped together, giving them a mosaic-like view of the pale white moon and multicolored stars draped on the black velvet sky outside.

Drake's eyes were shining almost as bright as the stars outside. He grabbed a bandage that appeared on the wall and put it over a bleeding cut.

"Success!"

Muttering to himself, Jake dropped the Shield Charm and stepped forward, putting his wand inside his robe pocket. James' scared face rapidly changed into a beaming one, followed by one deep in thought.

"I didn't want it to explode… We are a long way from making our own Wet Start Fireworks…"

Jake gaped at both of them.

"Are you telling me that you guys almost blow yourselves up on a daily basis?"

James nodded, still deep in thought. "Pretty much yes… Hey, Drake, where'd you put the compound? I think I just need to change the quantity for a different effect."

Jake scowled to himself and rolled his eyes, "I bet that's what happens when you have a joke shop owner for an uncle. Say, I think you put a little too much of that powder stuff in there, cause there's a clump of it trying to spread out."

James turned to look at the spot where Jake was pointing. A small black mist was spreading out from a small hole in the corner. As it grew into a round blob, they saw how it had bright red blood stains scattered in it. It rolled out into the middle of the room and kept on growing, becoming a mass much taller than all of them put together, casting a shadow over their confused faces. A dark and eerie voice sounded as if it were whispering directly in their ears. "Delicious souls. . ." An unearthly howl sounded, deafening the three of them.

Albus rushed through the seventh floor corridor, seeking out the location of the Room of Requirement before hearing the howl. He stopped and wheeled around; everything seemed normal. The same howl he heard earlier sounded again. His heart thumping madly inside his chest, he squeezed his eyes shut and concentrated on the noise as hard as he could, praying that this would work. He opened his hand and lifted it with his wand at chest level and extended it out before uttering the incantation softly.

"Point me."

The wand tugged on his hand and wheeled him around to point at the blank stretch of wall behind him. He pressed his ear to the wall, but he heard nothing. He looked to his side and saw a tapestry of somebody trying to teach trolls how to dance. The Room of Requirement? He quickly ran three times beside the wall, "Show me where the Hollow is, Show me where the Hollow is, Show me. . ."

James, Jake, and Drake pressed themselves against the wall. The huge black monster was shaped like a centipede whose legs were human arms, scarlet blood stains everywhere on its body, even dripping from its ghost-white mask. One of the stains was over the left eye, taking up almost half of its face. Jake raised his wand at it, trembling. The monster slapped it away. He sniffed at them and licked his razor sharp teeth. "SOULS!"

"Confringo!"

A deafening blast sounded as the Hollow was sent flying backwards against the stone wall. They stared at the doorway to see Albus. James' neck prickled unpleasantly as he sprinted inside and raised his wand again.

The monster quickly recovered and stood up, lunging at Albus and starting to coil its body around him. Albus screamed his incantation, making James and the other two flinch as they felt the magic buzz throughout the room.

"Impedimenta!"

The Hollow was lifted up into the air and slammed with a nasty crunch against the roof.

Albus' emerald green eyes were literally glowing and pulsing with his anger. The Hollow lunged at Albus again, where he waited with his wand ready, it turned around and slithered eerily in midair toward Jake. For a moment he could see the razor sharp teeth and a forked tongue hanging out between them.

"Sectumsempra!"

A ripping sound was heard as the Hollow was once again thrown off its course, blood flowing after it as Albus left a deep gash running down its middle. Albus flicked his wand up and with a blinding flash of light, the Hollow was hanging upside down, fighting with all its strength against the invisible bonds that kept him in that position. "Petrificus Totalus!" All was still. The Hollow's beady white eyes stared at Albus hungrily, unknowing of its wounds.

Albus sank to his knees, blood coming out of one of his nostrils.

"You are so paying for this when it is sorted through."

An orange haired teenager in a black robe stared dumbfounded from the exhausted kid with the nosebleed to the huge Hollow hanging upside down in midair without moving, blood dripping on the floor from the gash on its middle, almost cut in half. He immediately lifted his hand to his back, finding nothing.

"Crap, I forgot Zangetsu!"

Albus looked up at him, smiling weakly, "I can wait, and at least I can prove that I'm not-." He was cut off by the same howl. Albus looked back and raised his wand with both arms, closing his eyes, but a spell didn't come. He held his breath and heard a dull shunk. He opened his eyes to see the Hollow impaled through its grotesque head by a sword, a gleaming Claymore he held tightly instead of his wand. He looked down and didn't see his feet because of the black kimono he was wearing, and because he was standing on top of his body with pajamas. It was also wandless. He saw Ichigo staring at him with wide eyes, his mind barely taking in what they were seeing. The impaled Hollow glowed and dispersed into a lot of bright dust particles, leaving the Bloody Baron to slip through his sword and float a few inches off the ground. James and the twins weren't staring at him, they were staring at his body on the floor, at Ichigo, at the Bloody Baron.

Albus looked at Ichigo, "Can they see me?"

Ichigo nodded dumbfoundedly and said in small voice.

"They can't, you just turned into a Death God."

James looked from the Baron floating on the floor to Ichigo who was seemingly scowling and whispering in thin air.

"Who're you talking to?"

So what did you guys think of this chapter? I kind of had to erase the whole thing and start from scratch. Hope you liked it. I promise more chapters soon! :D