Pride Lord

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Chapter: 3

"Cero!" - Normal tone

'Cero!' - Thoughts

"Cero!" - Deep tone, Techniques.

~Cero!~- Silky tone, Parseltongue

"Potter-san, it is so good to see you again. I wish we had met under better circumstances." Aizen grimaced.

Harry grinned at the small Shinigami before him. Apparently Aizen had managed to gleam his name somehow these last 50 years and from what he could sense the Shinigami had grown stronger as well.

"What do you mean by 'better circumstances' Aizen-kun?" He asked in an amused tone.

A frown graced the Shinigamis face for a moment before his smirk was back in place.

'Ugh, I forgot how annoying his smirk could be.' Harry thought with a grimace.

"I mean it would have been better if your group hadn't just killed one of the few Vasto Lorde I looked forward to recruiting." Aizen replied sending the rest a quick glance but always keeping his attention on Harry.

It would seem that the Shinigami had learned from the last time they had met, he knew how much of a threat the Nundu Hollow was as he paid close attention to Harry at all times and had set aside his illusions this time. Well either that or he had gotten much better with his illusions and could even fool Harry's sixth sense.

'Doubtful' Harry scoffed.

Vivek chose to reply for the group as Harry remained silent. "What, that weakling? Even Pythas here was enough to take him down solo. I do hope the rest of your 'army' is much stronger than this or you'll find them dieing quickly." The Phoenix stated in a calm tone. Aizen took a moment to glance at both the Phoenix and the Basilisk but his attention remained on the leader of the group.

Harry gave him a feral grin.

"Your 'Arrancar' are much stronger than the average Vasto Lorde are they not, Aizen-kun?" he asked in a teasing voice. A flash of annoyance passed through the Shinigami's features but his smirk returned a second later.

"Of course they are, you'll find the Arrancar to be quite powerful, especially the Espada." Aizen replied in a silky tone.

"Good," Pythas hissed "I hope we will not be disappointed."

"Yes," Arcelia agreed "That would be most unfortunate." she added releasing some of her aura causing the sand beneath her to freeze.

Harry tuned out his friends 'subtle' threats and addressed the Shinigami captain before him.

"So Aizen-kun, I know you didn't come all the way here for some two-bit Vasto Lorde. Does this mean that the transformation process is complete?" Harry asked curiously, he was really looking forward to the power boost the transformation would bring him. His power had stopped rising from eating normal souls and Hollows long ago but he could feel the untapped potential he still held within him, he just had no other way of grasping it; perhaps Aizens methods were just what he needed.

The Shinigami's smirk widened into a smile as he nodded.

"Correct, It was complete a month ago and the first batch of perfect Arrancar just hatched a few days ago. If you accompany me back to the palace I will run some last minute tests on them before subjecting the four of you to the technique." He replied in a cheerful tone.

Harry grinned as he stood up, he ignored Pythas's whispered complaints about not reaching Vasto Lorde yet, and leaned closer to the Shinigami. Aizen paled as he came face to snout with the large Hollow, they both knew that should he wish it Harry could easily snatch him up in one bite.

"Very well Aizen-kun," He said in an amused tone "Lead on."

Aizen immediately turned and began using Shunpo to cross the desert. Harry gave a single eye twitch when he felt two weights land on him but quickly raced after the Shinigami, Pythas dived into the sand and followed behind the group.

-2 months later-

Harry's eyes snapped open and he took a look around, he could only see some sort of gunky liquid flowing around him and some white wall encasing him. Having awakened from the process he assumed he was now finished and could leave the cocoon.

His power swirled around him and was released in a powerful burst, the walls of his cocoon were blasted away and Harry tumbled to the floor. He took several deep breaths as he knelt on the floor and regained his strength, right now he was still weakened from the transformation but he could feel his core quickly refilling. There was also a difference in his core, it felt strange but in a good way; he felt complete. It was like something he never knew was missing had just returned and he was better for it.

"Ahh I see you're finally awake Potter-san, for a moment there we thought you weren't going to make it." A familiar voice stated from off to the side.

Harry looked up to see Aizen and shot the Shinigami a weak glare that the man easily brushed off.

"You took twice as long as most Hollows, the process should only take one month; you were in there for two."

Harry hummed in thought "Story of my life." he muttered. There had never been anything normal about him, why should that change now?

"Pardon?" Aizen asked curiously but Harry simply waved it off.

"Anything wrong with me?" He asked with a raised brow. -He had eyebrows now! Oh how he missed those.-

Aizen consulted the clipboard in his hand before replying.

"Not that I can see...you appear to be in perfect health...too perfect actually...in fact you're doing better than most of the other Arrancar. You also seem to be more...human...than most and usually only Vasto Lorde reach that level." Aizen muttered looking at him strangely.

Harry smirked in reply and stood, he grinned when he noticed that he still towered above the other man. Off to the side he noticed a full length mirror and walked over to examine himself. He grinned at what he saw. Gone was the skinny, pale, malnourished youth he had once been, in its place was a tall powerful figure.

By his closest estimate he now stood at close to 6''7, over a foot taller than he once was, he looked to be at least 18 years old now. Although he was tall and slim, his body held a fair amount of muscles. His body was lean and athletic, it could easily be noticed that he was built for speed rather than strength.

His hair was still the messy mop attributed to Potter men but it had grown down to his shoulders giving him a wild, shaggy look; it also tended to fall backwards now instead of covering his face as it once did. His eyes remained a bright emerald green but they now seemed to glow ominously, as he grinned he noticed that he still retained his ridiculously sharp teeth; the teeth of a predator.

While not as pale as he once was, his skin was still light enough to be considered pale. His Hollow hole had moved from its original position, instead of being at the center of his chest it now rested on his right pectoral. He also noticed that he still had a fragment of his mask attached to his face, it covered half his forehead and circled around the outside of his left eye before ending at his cheek, right above his eye on the mask fragment was the small black resurrection stone.

Lastly he noticed that he had a small white collar around his neck, Harry smirked confidentially as he fingered the collar. It was an item he had fashioned centuries ago and always wore, on the outside the collar was plain looking and unassuming, but on the inside he knew there were hundreds of runes carved into the item; runes he had carved himself. Ever since he had created it, he had always worn the collar but usually it had been hidden beneath his thick black fur and any who saw it thought it was part of his mask.

Grinning to himself Harry turned around and flexed as he examined the rest of his new body.

*Schikt!*

'Cool' He grinned as he noticed a new addition. While his fingernails were regular and 'human', he now found that if he flexed his hand a certain way he could extend them into a set of sharp claws. He would need to test their strength later but it was a welcome addition to his arsenal, he could already feel the sac containing his toxic breath at the back of his throat.

"Are you quite finished?" Aizen asked from behind drawing him from his thoughts, Harry gave him a wide grin showing all his sharp teeth as he turned to face the Shinigami.

"Yes, for now." He replied still grinning.

Aizen nodded and his eyes shot to a door off to the side.

"There are clothes in there, pick out a set and meet me outside." He stated before turning "And don't forget your Zanpakuto."

It was at this point that Harry noticed the blade embedded in the ground where he had landed, his Zanpakuto. It was a plain looking Katana about 75 cm long from end to end. The blade was an expertly polished silver while the grip was pitch black and wrapped with an emerald green cloth. Harry couldn't help but smirk as he saw the guard, it was in the form of a triangle with a circle inside and the blade making a line through both; the symbol of the Deathly Hollows.

As he grasped the hilt Harry felt a warmth spread through his body as his power pulsed, it reminded him of when he first held a wand. Smiling fondly at the blade he smoothly drew it from the floor, noticing there was naught a scratch on it, and examined it closely before resting it on his shoulder and heading towards the clothing room.

Pressing the wrinkles out of his shirt once more Harry crossed the room he had 'hatched' in and set out to find Aizen. He had taken a good look around the clothes room before choosing his current ensemble.

He now wore a long white jacket with a black inner lining, the jacket had been left wide open showing off his impressive physique as well as his Hollow hole and he has rolled up the arms. For pants he had searched long and hard before he managed to find a pair of white western pants since a majority of the clothing was of Asian descent, a long black sash had easily served as a belt. (Dressed like Grimmjow)

After trying on the different types of footwear he had decided to go barefoot since none seemed to feel comfortable on him. Tucked into his belt and hanging behind him was his blade, he had managed to find a nice black sheath for it inside the room.

Stepping into the hallway Harry felt the Shinigami before he saw him, Aizen stood just beside the door waiting for him to step out. Turning to face the Shinigami Harry grinned, causing Aizen to shudder at the rows of razor sharp teeth, and gave the man a slight bow. Aizen nodded and began walking down the hall, Harry fell in step beside him.

"Do you plan on keeping your name?" Aizen asked as they walked.

Harry shot him a surprised look but quickly replaced it with his ever present amusement.

"Why wouldn't I?" He asked smirking.

"Most Hollows either forget their names after becoming Arrancar or choose new ones, I was wondering if you wanted a new one." Aizen replied before giving him that annoying smirk "Besides, 'Potter Harry' is not really much of a name for a Hollow."

Harry felt his eye twitch in annoyance but he restrained himself from lashing out.

'Hmm..maybe a new name would be nice. No one remembers me by my old name and perhaps its time for a change, after all Dumbles changed his name; why cant I?' as he thought a small grin spread across his face 'But what name to use? It'll definitely have to be in Latin since no one seems to speak it any more, something Dumbles will recognize...and fear.'

Harry came to a stop as he thought, what name would suit him best? Puer Qui Vixit? Nah, boy who lived may suit him but he had always hated that title; and the name sounded dumb. Avada Kedavra? That would really send the message to the old coot and it sounded like a good name but...hmm...Crucio? Another good name but not quite right...this had to explain the new him, something that would strike fear into those who translated it, something dark and powerful.

Noticing Aizen watching him carefully Harry began walking again as he thought of a name, he was about to pick the Avada when something glinted in his eye, looking up he could just see a small beam of light hitting the Resurrection stone causing it to glint. Harry's grin spread rapidly across his face as a name popped into his head, he stopped moving once more as he did the translations in his head.

Aizen stood by as he watched the newest Arrancar standing still in the hallway with a wide grin on his face. He was about to speak but Harry beat him to it.

"Mortem Incarnatus" he whispered in a gleeful tone, Aizen shot him a questioning glance "My new name is Mortem Incarnatus."

Aizen rose a single brow in surprise, such a strange name. He didn't recognize what language it came from so he wasn't sure what it meant. Most Arrancar chose names that held deep meanings for them, what did this one hold for Harry Potter?

"May I ask what it means?" he asked smiling at the Hollow.

Harry grinned as he continued walking "You may ask, but I wont answer."

"Very well."

Aizen frowned in annoyance but set it aside, it wasn't all that important after all. For now he had to continue the introduction and find out what the name meant at a later point.

"Now like I said earlier, your comrades were finished a month ago; they are currently training outside." Aizen began, Harry nodded and remained quiet "You have as much time as you need to adjust to your new body and power, after which you can challenge any of the Espada for their spot of take an open spot if you prove yourself powerful enough." Aizen continued.

Harry grinned darkly at this, he was already getting used to this new body and power; the new techniques available to the Arrancar would take him a while to master but given a week he was sure he could take down anyone Aizen set against him. Of course it wouldn't do to let everyone know his true power level, it was one of the reasons he always kept his Reiatsu tightly leashed; besides, its boring to fight someone if all they can do is crawl away or just lay about.

Following Aizen through another door Harry stopped short as he was taken by surprise, for the first time in over 200 years he stood underneath the sun. What caught him off guard was the fact they were still in Hueco Mundo, the sun never rose here. Never.

Putting on a real smile on his face Harry turned to the waiting Shinigami "Impressive."

"Fuego Puno (Fire Fist)"

Ducking under a flame covered fist Harry grabbed hold of the attached arm and sent the owner falling towards the ground. Oh how he missed the air, it had pleased him to no end when he mastered Sonido as well as learned how to stand on air. He could now run around in the air at speeds that would have made his firebolt look like a snail.

How he loved the freedom the sky brought him.

The feeling of a small hand grabbing his arm dragged him out of his thoughts and Harry inwardly swore as he heard Arcelia giggle before she spoke.

"Vez Hielo (Ice Time)" she said in a tone so low she was practically whispering. Harry cursed again as a wave of ice flowed up his body from the spot she had grabbed.

'Damn Aizen for teaching them how to use Kido' Harry cursed. While the Hollows and Arrancar couldn't use Kido spells like Shinigami, some of the stronger (Arcelia) or smarter (Vivek) ones were able to use the same principal and create their own original techniques instead of using Cero variations.

As the wave of ice flash froze his body bit by bit Harry used his free hand to aim a punch at the girl while pulsing his Reiryoku at the same time. This had the effect of shattering all the ice on his body while sending the female Arrancar flying back several meters. With his body free and two of his opponents dealt with for the moment Harry turned to search for the third one, only to curse as he locked gazes with a pair of bright yellow eyes. Harry immediately came to a stop as his body froze up.

While he was too powerful to be killed or even petrified by Pythas's gaze, Harry still found his actions frozen when ever the ability was used on him; sort of like the Petrificus Totalus hex. With another Reiryoku pulse he restarted his body but the split second was enough for Pythas to attack. The Arrancars blade screeched as it slid against his Hierro leaving him unharmed, unfortunately for Harry he still lost their little spar due to the last hit being a killing blow.

"Damn!" he cursed, slowly making his way to the ground where the other two were waiting. Behind him Pythas followed, a smug grin on his face. Landing off to the side Harry turned to regard his three comrades, the transformation into Arrancar had really changed them.

Vivek now stood at about 5'8, and appeared to be around 17 or 18 years of age. He had short, slicked back (Reminding Harry of Draco Malfoy), orange hair with red streaks similar to the feathers his last form had. His eyes remained a bright crimson with small, black, birdlike pupils. Of his Hollow mask only a small beak like shard remained; enhancing his avian look. His body, like Harry's, was slender yet muscular but where Harry was pale Vivek had a nice golden tan. His Hollow hole had moved from his thigh, and was now located at the center of his chest but was covered by his clothing.

He wore a white Hakama with a red sash, over top he had a white jacket similar to Harry's except it had lad longer coat tails and the inside lining was as red as his sash; the jacket was neatly buttoned up making him look more mature. Like Harry Vivek had chosen to go shoe-less but it was mostly due to his Resurreccion instead of personal comfort. In his hand was a long crimson katana with a black clothed grip, the sword was about 55 cm long and the guard was in the form of a feather; tucked into the side of his sash was a dark red sheath.

Pythas towered over the other two as he stood at 6'2, like the other two males he looked to be around 18 years of age though he could have passed for older. His hair was a dark forest green and was tied together in big, long dreads that hung to his shoulders giving him the appearance of a Gorgon due to his released form. His eyes were the bright yellow of a Basilisk and were slitted like a snakes, around his neck was a thick, bone-white band that served as the remnant of his mask. His skin was deathly pale and he was very slim adding to his snake like appearance, his Hollow hole lay on his left pectoral; the opposite side of Harry's.

He wore white Hakama pants just like Vivek but his were tied with a dark green sash, the jacket he wore hung down to his feet like a long cloak but was kept unbuttoned showing off his chest. unlike the other two he wore a pair of black shoes that he had found in the room. His blade, like Harry's, was about 75 cm long and was silver in color, the grip was also wrapped in a green cloth but his was several shades darker than Harry's; the guard was in the form of a large green snake scale. He had his sheath tucked into the side of his sash and like the sash it was dark green in color.

Arcelia's change had shocked him the most, she had shrunk from a 6'3 Dementor to a 5'2 13 year old girl. Her body was very petite with a slim figure and small bust making her look cute and innocent; though her blood-lust remained in tact. Her hair was long and fell down to her mid back, it was pitch black like his but had dark gray streaks running through it. Her forehead and eyes were still covered by the white half mask; yet she still somehow managed to see even though her eyes were covered. Her skin was still smooth and gray in color with her lips being black.

Her Hollow hole was located where her belly button would be so she chose to wear a small vest that ended just above her Hollow hole. Like Harry she had also found a pair of western style pants that fit her comfortably, she had also chosen a black sash to use as a belt. On her feet were a small pair of black geta that gave her a slight increase in height. Her Zanpakuto was held in her hand like the others, it was roughly 40 cm long and had a black cloth around the grip; the guard was in the shape of a wide gaping maw with pitch black lips and teeth. Rather than tuck her black sheath into her sash she had it attached to a strap so she could carry it on her back.

Harry smiled softly as he examined the three.

"Good job guys, you actually managed to land a hit on me." He grinned. Although they were a huge hassle to fight there was one thing his form had that they lacked; speed. He was most likely the fastest Hollow in Hueco Mundo, his running speed allowed him to move so fast that he left after images, when combined with Sonido? He was untouchable.

Arcelia pouted crossing her hands across her chest. "No fair, you totally blew off my new attack without a sweat."

Harry grinned down at her, she was really cute now; something he was sure she hated.

"You just need to work on speeding up the freezing effect, keep practicing Arcelia-chan." He replied in a teasing tone causing her to swing her Zanpakuto at him. Dodging out of the way Harry drew his own blade and faced the three grinning Hollows.

''Alright, we're far enough from Las Noches." He stated causing their grins to fade as each gripped their blades tightly ''You can use your Resurreccions out here."

Faces split in gleeful joy, the three Hollows held up their blades and spoke their release phrases.

The air around them thickened as a massive amount of Reiatsu came crashing down onto the desert.

"Are you sure we should do this?" Vivek asked walking behind his leader. Both Arcelia and Pythas shot him a glare from their positions beside 'Mortem'.

"Yes, just cause we're working with this dickhead doesn't mean we have to act like his little lapdogs.'' Pythas replied in an annoyed tone.

"Pythas is right," Harry cut in "Aizen needs to know that we won't follow him blindly."

Vivek sighed and continued to follow behind the other three.

They soon came before a set of large white doors leading into their destination. Standing in front of said doors was a large brown haired Arrancar, he was about Harry's height and had half his face covered by his Hollow mask. All four came to a stop in front of him as he glared at them condescendingly.

"Meeting in progress," He huffed "You cant go in."

Harry smiled a dark smile as his senses sent him an image, one of a familiar Gillan with the same mask this Arrancar had.

"I remember you," he chuckled "You're one of Grimmjow's men aren't you." It wasn't a question.

The hollow was caught off guard as he studied the four people before him, he didn't know any of them so how did they know him?

"I'm sure you remember Pythas here," Harry stated pointing out his serpentine friend "After all, he almost devoured you a few short months ago."

The Arrancar paled as memories came rushing back to him.

He and his pack attacking the Pride Lord.

Getting defeated in less than a minute.

The relief he felt when their life had been spared.

The fear he felt watching the four Hollows walking away.

Harry and his group grinned darkly as the Arrancar gulped.

"I-im s-sorry s-sir." he stuttered ''But n-no o-one is a-allowed t-to e-enter."

Harry sighed dramatically as he heard this.

"That's too bad," he said in a depressed tone before his amused smirk returned ''For you that is."

Before the Arrancar even realized what he had said, Harry's foot lashed out and slammed into his chest, he was sent flying back and into the doors which blasted wide open. The Arrancar sailed through the room behind the door, over a large table and its occupants, and crashed into the wall. He lay embedded into the wall for a few seconds before he fell to the ground, unconscious.

With vicious smiles on their faces Harry, Pythas and Arcelia entered the room, Vivek followed behind shaking his head in resignation.

Harry took a moment to examine the others in the room, there was of course the now unconscious Arrancar he had kicked. He spotted Aizen sitting at the head of the table watching him with that damnable smirk on his face. To Aizens right was a brown haired man who was watching them with a bored look on his face but Harry could see the calculating glint in his eye. Next to him was a gray haired old man that was sneering at them in disgust. Beside the old man was a pretty green haired woman who watched them warily.

The last three figures sat across from the first three. One was a dark haired male with emerald eyes, if it wasn't for the impassive look on his face he could have passed for Harry's twin to a degree. Beside him was a black haired woman who was staring at him(Harry) in fear and anger. Next to her was a blue haired man who had gotten to his feet angrily as he examined the downed Arrancar, Harry assumed this was the new and improved Grimmjow.

Aizen and the current six members of his Espada were gathered around the table watching the four that had interrupted their meeting.

"What is the meaning of this," Grimmjow shouted looking from his Fraccion to the four figures in the doorway "Answer me you bastards."

Harry didn't answer, he didn't even acknowledge anyone else in the room; His attention was firmly on the black haired woman that was glaring at him with pure rage and a little fear.

"Be silent Grimmjow," Aizen spoke, silencing the Arrancar with a look. "My Espada, may I introduce you to the Pride Lord, the Ice Queen, the Desert Serpent and the Flame-wing." he finished pridefully.

Grimmjow and the green haired woman paled while the other Espada startled. The first man shifted in his seat as his bored look vanished and he studied them intently. The old man continued to sneer though it seemed it had lost its venom. The Harry lookalike remained impassive while the dark haired woman's gaze was now filled with more fear and anger.

Aizen sat in his seat and frowned, he had expected Harry to say something by now but the room was eerily silent. Even his three companions were sending him confused glances. It was after a few moments that everyone noticed that he had his eyes fixed on something, or rather someone. Aizen frowned as he looked at the two figures staring at each other, what was going on?

With killing intent burning in his glowing eyes and a razor sharp tooth, filled grin on his face Harry continued to stare at the 5th Espada. The tension rose in the room as everyone looked from him to the woman waiting for something to happen. In the completely silent room every one hear the one word he spoke and shuddered.

In a tone completely dripping with hate, malice and blood-lust Harry whispered one word that carried throughout the room.

"Bellatrix."

Mwuhahahahahah! Cliff Hanger Bitches!

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