So I'm back. Finally. This chapter took way too fucking long to write. Sorry it took so long. It just really wasn't coming easy for me. Finished now so you all get a new chapter.
Hope you like it.
I don't own Bleach or Harry Potter. Seriously, why do I even need to bother with these things? As if I would be writing fanfiction is I actually owned one of the things I write about. God. Whatever. Enjoy. Happy Easter/Passover for those of you who celebrate it. I don't but I had my dorm room invaded and eggs hidden for me to find. I found all but one and gave up. I'll probably find it in a couple weeks. Oh well. Or I'll make someone tell me where it is. I has candy now so I'm set.
Harry walked down to Hagrid's hut with the rest of the third year Griffindors and Slytherins, his hairy textbook in hand. Ichigo was already there, leaning against the side of the small house and leafing through his book with a bored look on his face. Harry stared at the boy, wondering how he had managed to open his book without it trying to attack him. He could tell the others around him were wondering the same thing but Hagrid showed up before anyone could question the new student about it.
He led them to a clearing a short ways into the Forbidden Forest and told them to open their textbooks as he moved into the trees. At least Malfoy was good for something, if only for rudely asking how to open their books. Harry wondered if Ichigo had asked Hagrid before they had arrived. Harry had a feeling he hadn't, since the other boy was halfway through the book already. How had he opened the book then? He had actually looked unimpressed when Hagrid told them all they had to do was stroke the spine of the book.
Ichigo watched the gob smacked looks on his classmates' faces when they saw the hippogriffs. He had already read the section of the textbooks describing them so he wasn't surprised. He had seen so many strange things in his sixteen years that nothing caught him off guard anymore. There were three hippogriffs, the front one, the one Hagrid introduced as Buckbeak, looked the most interested in the class. The other two hung back a bit, watching the class warily.
Ichigo smirked under his hood when the class drew back, forcing Harry to be the volunteer without his notice. The boy was so hesitant approaching Buckbeak Ichigo actually thought the beast was going to attack him for a moment, then it calmed and returned his bow. He wavers too much, Ichigo noticed, if you want a beast to acknowledge you, you must be unyielding, if you show that you're nervous it won't take you seriously. If he read the book he'd know that. He ignored the excited chatter when the hippogriff flew off with Harry, Hagrid seemed confident that nothing bad would happen to him. When Hagrid turned back to the class asking for another volunteer Ichigo sighed, the class was full of cowards. He strode forward, throwing back his hood as he approached the hippogriff closest to the trees. He ignored Hagrid's warnings about it being the most dangerous and liking humans the least, he would deal with it.
The hippogriff, that had black hindquarters and slightly lighter mottling in the feathers covering its front half, made a startled sound when it noticed him coming closer. It pawed the ground and made to rear up when Ichigo fixed it with a cold stare. His gaze did not waver as he looked into the yellow eyes of the animal, his own eyes flashing poisonous gold. It started again but kept its feet on the ground as he stopped in front of it, offering a much shallower bow than Harry had. He stared at the darker hippogriff until it bowed back, much lower than he had. He straightened and stalked up to it once it had straightened; he stopped a few feet away from it and held one hand in the air. The hippogriff placed its head under his hand and made little noises as he brushed his hand over its face. He scratched under its chin and it jerked its head, looking somewhere in the distance.
Ichigo turned to see what the hippogriff was looking at but couldn't see anything above the trees. He walked a bit towards the beast's tail and leapt onto the dark creature's back. The other students wondered how he had jumped so high, considering the hippogriff's back was higher than his shoulders. He looked up again and spotted Buckbeak returning with Potter from his higher view point.
He watched silently as Hagrid helped the younger student off Buckbeak's back and gave the hippogriff a dead ferret as a reward. The other students hesitantly approached Buckbeak as they congratulated Harry and asked him what the flight was like.
Except Malfoy, he seemed angry that Harry had 'shown off,' or what he thought was showing off. He stalked towards Buckbeak, ignoring the instructions Hagrid had given them for their own safety, and was shocked when the hippogriff reared up in surprise. It was just bad luck that one of the hippogriff's front talons grazed him when it was coming down.
Ichigo nudged the hippogriff with his heel and it walked forward obediently while Malfoy was whining on the ground and Hagrid was making Buckbeak back off. He looked down at his classmate, face completely blank, "You're pathetic. It's your own fault you got injured and you go and blame it on an animal that was only acting on instinct. What's your excuse? Your instinct is to act like a moron? Pathetic."
Malfoy flushed at the disgust and contempt in the other boy's voice but could not retort as Hagrid returned and picked him up at Hermione's insistence that he be taken to the infirmary. The new student, Kurosaki, did something to make the nearly black hippogriff he rode rear up slightly and pivot on its hind legs. "I can take care of myself Hagrid. I'll take this guy out for a quick run and then I can watch them until you get back if you want?" The orange haired student stared at their professor until he nodded dumbly and walked for the castle, most of the students following him. Malfoy glanced back over the half-giant teacher's shoulder to see the dark hippogriff take off, the new student firmly on its back.
Ichigo enjoyed the flight on the black hippogriff, glad that his initial interpretation of the beast was correct. It had looked bored but too wary of humans to easily allow the person necessary for it to get a good workout. It had good muscle tone, slimmer muscle than its fellows, more suited to speed than pure power. It was why he had urged the beast to such great speeds when they had flown off, he knew the hippogriff needed it. He figured the beasts didn't get to fly around on their own often. When he returned to the clearing he took the last hippogriff out, it was lighter than Buckbeak, a lighter grey. It was not as fast as the black hippogriff but was better at turning and maneuvering in the air. It was smaller than the others, a female, and more cautious towards him initially but calmer on the flight.
He did as he said he would, staying with the hippogriffs until Hagrid returned. He brushed them with a coarse brush he found, their horse parts anyway, and walked them to a small stream nearby for a drink. When Hagrid finally got back to the clearing around and hour later Ichigo was sitting on a log reading his textbook with the hippogriffs scattered around him. The black one was lying down a few feet in front of him, the light grey was nosing around a bush near the trees and Buckbeak was digging at a small hole in the middle of the clearing where it thought there might be an animal nest.
Hagrid was surprised at how calm the hippogriffs were being. Buckbeak was the most social of the three and even he was hesitant about being around humans. Yet the most wary hippogriff, the black one, was the closest to the young student. The student (Eecheego?) looked completely calm, as if he dealt with the magical creatures on a regular basis. Hagrid honestly hadn't known what to expect when he had come back to the clearing, but it was not to see the hippogriffs acting like they did around him. He was half giant, so he had blood more similar to beasts than wizards but the beasts treated the student like he was like Hagrid.
Then the student looked up and, spotting Hagrid easily, stood and stretched. "I was wondering when you'd get back. I watched them like I said I would, not that they caused any problems. Buckbeak tried to eat my book at one point but I set him straight and he started trying to dig up that burrow. He's been at it for more than five minutes already; I didn't think hippogriffs could be so focused." He turned to the black hippogriff that had just gotten to its feet to stand behind him, "This guy here just wanted to nap. Lazy bugger. Probably tired him out from our flight. He's kind of out of shape." The black hippogriff butted him with its head as if it knew what the orange haired boy was saying and he turned to scratch behind its ear tufts. It made cooing noises and lowered its head more so he could reach.
He looked up and snorted at the look on Hagrid's face. He gave the black hippogriff one last scratch and walked to where his book was lying a few feet away, "Well I'm done, see you next class Professor." Hagrid started and watched as the transfer walked leisurely back towards the castle.
Hagrid turned back to the hippogriffs and saw that they were all looking after where the transfer student had disappeared. Hagrid decided to talk to him at a later time and focused on settling the beasts for the night instead, wondering to himself just who the boy really was.
Ichigo stood in the back of the Defense classroom, eying the dresser in the front of the room with distrust. It was the second Defense Against the Dark Arts class and it was the rest of the class' turn to face the boggart. Ichigo wasn't surprised when Harry's fear took the form of a dementor, they were nasty creatures. He thought Neville was pathetic to be afraid of Snape though, it wasn't like the teacher could actually harm him at all. Ichigo ignored Lupin's instructions, exactly the same as from last class, and instead stared at the dragon skeleton hanging from the ceiling. He figured it must have been a young dragon, since they were usually much bigger. He couldn't care less what the students feared, they were menial things, nothing compared to hollows.
He stepped up to the cupboard when it was his turn, he was last in line. The boggart turned to look at him, a vicious dog turned neon by the Riddikulus spell, and blurred as it changed to the shape of Ichigo's worse fear.
The class stared in confusion at Ichigo's fear, Lupin seemed especially puzzled. Ichigo's fear was a twin of himself. The boggart's hair was slightly shorter and a tad brighter, its skin more tanned, but otherwise looked exactly like Ichigo. The boggart's eyes were different though, they were chocolate brown and lost-looking. The class turned to see Ichigo's response to his boggart's shape and were shocked by the rage on his normally blank face. His eyes were straight gold now, fury burning in the abnormal colored orbs as he looked at his greatest fear. His wand snapped upwards and his grip tightened on the black and red wood, a fierce scowl on his face. The boggart froze, eyes widening in fear as the orange haired boy brought his wand down, "Eversio." The shifty creature let out a single pained shriek before it shuddered once and disintegrated.
The class stared at the pile of ash, the only thing left of the boggart, wondering just what happened. What had made Ichigo so angry and afraid of himself (since his boggart looked like him so he was afraid of himself as far as they knew) that he would destroy it? And what was that spell he used? It wasn't in the textbooks they used. Some students snuck glances at Hermione to see what she thought of the spell but she was gaping, clearly not recognizing the spell he used. They looked at Ichigo who was just staring down at the remains of the creature he had just killed with a blank expression. He still looked angry, his eyes were burning gold still even while his face was empty of emotion.
"Class dismissed." Lupin choked out. "Not you Mr. Kurosaki. I would like to see you for a moment in my office please." Ichigo just shrugged and followed the man up the stairs to his office while the class filed out, a few glancing back at the transfer. Ichigo ignored the grindylow in the corner of the office and took a seat in front of the desk.
"What did you want to talk about?"
Lupin was surprised at how deep the boy's voice was. It was not the voice of a young student, it was too cold. He took a closer look at the new student, he had his hood down for once and he could see the sharp planes of his face easily. His eyes were still burning a bit, but had calmed from their intense fury from before. They returned to their usual dark brown, no longer the unnatural gold.
"I am confused Mr. Kurosaki," He started, Ichigo only raising a single eyebrow in what might have been curiosity, Lupin couldn't read the orange haired boy. "The shape of your fear was most odd, would I be correct in assuming that you fear yourself?"
The single eyebrow dropped and Ichigo stared at Lupin with his still smoldering eyes, "That is quite personal Professor and I do not see a need for you to know anything about the matter."
Lupin was taken aback from the boy's attitude, he was completely unrelenting, not embarrassed by his fear but defensive. "I just find it curious that you would fear yourself, there are so many more things out in the world that are frightening, it seems a bit odd."
"I know full well what terrors the world holds. I am not some sheltered pureblood brat, I have encountered monsters in my life. I do not fear them. My fear is not myself, just so you know, but I will not expand on it. My fears are my business and no concern of yours." His eyes were steady and hard, not blinking as he stared at the Defense teacher.
Lupin found himself nodding, "Yes, yes of course, I did not mean to pry. I just found it odd that you were so upset at the sight of your fear that you would attack it, what was that spell by the way? I do not think I have heard of it before."
Ichigo snorted, his eyes losing some of their fire and he sank back in his chair, "I wasn't upset, I was pissed. I don't take kindly to mental attacks like the boggart so I retaliated. And the spell I used isn't in any books, I came up with it myself."
"By yourself?" Lupin choked, a third year student shouldn't be able to invent spells, only the rare seventh year managed to come up with and successfully perform their own spells, it was too complex for someone with insufficient experience. Yet a third year invented his own spell, performed it, and acted like he hadn't done anything important.
"Yeah, I couldn't find any decent destruction spells so I came up with one on my own. All the spells in the books are too weak, not good for any damage. It took me about two weeks I think, to come up with the concept and use it successfully. Eversio is great for destroying anything, living or not. I'm working on a couple more but Eversio was definitely the best so far." He shrugged, as if he was not doing things impossible for third years.
"You have more?"
The eyebrow rose again, "Yeah, I don't much care for the spells you wizards use here, they're too weak. The only spells that actually do any real damage are the Unforgivables and no one is allowed to use them. I don't see the point in making spells that no one is allowed to use, seems stupid to me. So I came up with a few on my own because I figured if I can't find spells that do what I want, I'll just make some myself. I want some spells that can be used to get information out of people without torturing them. There really aren't any good spells for roughing someone up so I wanted some. I'm also working on one that lets you walk on air, I don't like brooms and I figured it might be useful. The last one I'm working on is one that blunts the edges of a blade, to keep it from cutting." He looked incredibly pleased with himself and Lupin just gaped at him. "Is that all professor? I have classes."
Lupin nodded dumbly and Ichigo rose, slinging his bag over his shoulder and leaving the office without a backwards glance. Lupin shot out of chair after the student left and headed for Dumbledore's office, he had a free period before his next class, he needed to talk to the Headmaster about Kurosaki.
The gargoyle slid aside and Lupin almost tripped in his haste to speak with the Headmaster, the old wizard looked up as he entered with a surprised expression. "Yes Remus? How can I help you?"
"Ichigo Kurosaki." Lupin stated and Dumbledore's eyebrows rose. "Who is he?"
"What has the boy done now?"
Lupin started, "He has caused problems?"
Dumbledore shook his head tiredly, "No, no. He is just a very strong character. He seems to attract attention no matter what he does. He rode a hippogriff during his first Magical Creatures' lesson and then cared for the beasts while Hagrid took Mr. Malfoy to the infirmary. Hagrid was rather confused at how the hippogriffs took to him, acting perfectly calm in his presence. Then he brewed a perfect potion even though it was the first time he had ever done so and had never practiced. McGonagall is concerned about him, he is bright, almost too bright, and seems to have an almost obsessive need to learn more. What has he done in your class?"
Lupin stored the student's feats for later thought, and turned his attention back to Dumbledore, "We had the second boggart lesson today. Mr. Kurosaki's fear took the shape of himself, though there were a few differences. He seemed angered at his fear, not afraid, and he destroyed the boggart with an unknown spell. He would not tell me why his boggart was in the shape of himself but told me that the spell was his own and he was working on at least two others." He paused, letting Dumbledore absorb just what he had said and the man's blue eyes widened. "Dumbledore, a third year student should not be able to create their own spells, they have neither the experience nor the control to perform new spells. He acted as if it was not a big deal and kept talking about how our spells don't do enough damage. He spoke of harming others as if he was used to violence and it was common to him. Just who is this boy Dumbledore?"
Dumbledore saw that the man was not likely to calm any time soon and he sighed, "He is a new student. His magic just flared up at the beginning of the summer. His father contacted me even though he was a muggle. Kurosaki's mother was a squib born to the Gamp bloodline but told her husband about the wizarding world in case the magic gene skipped a generation. It did and I visited the Kurosaki house. Ichigo did not hesitate to agree to attend Hogwarts. We decided to have him join the third year because he has had no prior schooling. If he had, he would have been in the sixth year since he is sixteen. I had Minerva and Severus visit the Leaky Cauldron in August after he had been studying for a month and they told me that he had already finished the first two years of textbooks in a month and had started on the third year books. Kurosaki has requested to be moved up to one of the older classes since the classes are apparently too easy for him. He has almost perfect marks in every subject. I told him that he could go through the textbooks over the summer and join whatever year he reached next year. He will be assigned all the work students would normally receive and reach whatever he can by the end of the summer. I am worried that he is so focused on power, he learns the spells he needs to know for assignments but only seems to truly care for the ones he thinks as being useful. With the wand he has, he truly is a force to be reckoned with."
"His wand?" What could his wand have to do with his strength?
"His wand is cherry with dragon heartstring. Ollivander explained that cherry is powerful on its own, but can be deathly powerful with a dragon heartstring core. His wand is unyielding, like his mind, and very powerful. I fear for whoever may get in his way, he will not take kindly to those who interfere with him. I have tried to keep an eye on him but the boy makes it difficult. He does not care for other students and has no apparent friends. He only focuses on his schoolwork and nothing else, spending his weekends in the library. I had to allow him access to the restricted section just so he would stop sneaking in on his own. He does not seem to care about any of the rules, acting as he wishes and does not care about the consequences of his actions. He does not disclose any information about himself and does not seem to trust anyone, not even me. He is very isolated and he purposely makes it that way, keeping to himself and not even speaking unless he is addressed directly and has to answer. The only time I have seen him speak up is when those around him were being too loud when he was working. He has a fair portion of the school afraid of him, even the older students, though he has not gotten into any fights since he enrolled, despite the fact that his father told me that he used to fight often in his home town."
Lupin stewed on that, the boy was a mystery and seemed intent on staying that way. He wasn't sure what he could do for the boy if he did not open up. It was slightly worrying that he had no friends whatsoever in the school. Even the most unique students found others to confide in but Kurosaki was purposely isolating himself and didn't care about others. "What should we do?"
Dumbledore shook his head sadly, "I do not know. Watch him, for now. Offer our help shall he need it. Make it clear that there are people available should he need help or someone to talk to. It's all we can do."
Lupin nodded, resigned. Dumbledore was right. All they could do was watch out for the boy and wait.
So yeah, Lupin and Dumbledore are confused about Ichigo and he isn't making it easy for them. Ichigo does what he wants, he don't give a shit about anyone else, he's just working on getting stronger.
Soooo... Review? I like them. I do. Plus they're basically the main the reason I write new chapters since I don't really have any ideas for next chapter so it will probably be another long wait before the next chapter is up. Give me suggestions if you want my to update soon. The only thing I have planned is Ichigo possibly beating up Malfoy for getting his dad to 'kill' Buckbeak and Sirius showing up at the castle. Might have another dementor scene in there too. I don't know why but I want the dementors to be afraid/wary of Ichigo.
I dunno. I don't plan things out usually. I think I'mm gonna go and write another chapter for Captains Turned Wizards?(or whatever my other Bleach x HP fanfic is. I don't remember names) now. I think I've kept those readers long enough. Ta.