Harry Potter and the Spiritual Awakening

Harry Potter and the Spiritual Awakening

Disclaimer: I Do not own any form of collected works from J.K. Rowling or Tite Kubo. I have no claim of the Harry Potter series or Bleach. I also have no claim over any characters that I have borrowed from other Authors, and reviewers. I personally thank Lendaras for the contribution of his OC. Hayao Tenrei.

"Hollow,vizard mask,Inner Hollow"

"Thoughts of various characters"

From now on Kido spells will be displayed like this. "Destructive Art #90 - Black Coffin" "Binding Art #9 - Strike"

Minerva Mcgonagall, Teacher of Transfiguration at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, Master level Transfiguration specialist, and currently a VERY irate witch. While she has great respect and admiration for Hogwart' esteemed Headmaster. She was also due an explanation as to why she was brushed aside after spending an entire day watching over the household Harry Potter was to reside in. So she did something she wouldn't normally do, she allowed her righteous fury and indignation take over as she marched up the spiral staircase leading to the Headmaster's office. She was going to get answers come hell or high water.

As she entered her bosse's office not bothering to glance at his eccentric gizmo's and gadgets. She kept her eyes firmly locked on the radiant blue orbs of the Headmaster. "Albus I'm tired of you brushing me aside every time an important decision is being made. As you know I was against the Potter's decision to use one of their friends as a secret keeper, and I know damn well that those muggles in charge of Harry's well being are going to mistreat him."

With a tired sigh Dumbledore motioned to a chair. "Your absolutely right Minerva, please sit down I should've trusted your Judgement concerning the Potter's secret keeper. Allow me a minute to explain why it must be the Dursley's who will watch over the boy."

With a quick huff of indignation Minerva allowed the Headmaster to explain himself. "This better not be another one of your machinations."

Dumbledore quickly swallowed the lemon drop he had in his mouth. "How much do you know about Blood Wards?"

Minerva furrowed her brows in concentration. "Only that they are among the most powerful types of magical barriers in existence...You don't mean to tell me that your using the boy's Aunts blood relation to his mother as a base for the ward. Blood wards are only effective if the one connected to them has feelings of affection for the charge."

Dumbledore nodded. "You are correct, however the blood ward surrounding number four Privet drive is one I drew myself. I didn't anchor the ward to feeling's of affection. I used Lily Potter's sacrifice for her child as the base. For a Mother to sacrifice herself to protect her child creates a bond, a form of magic that was thought lost to our world. Even if Petunia Dursely has ill will towards Harry. She still carries the same blood as her sister and that is what will protect the boy."

Minerva wasn't completely satified with the explanation. "So Harry is protected from outside forces, what of his relatives they will surely not take up the responsibilty of raising a child that was imposed upon them. Not mention he is a wizard."

"I can only hope that they will abide by the conditions I have set for them."

Minerva was on the verge of outrage."CONDITIONS, this is nonsense. You are still playing with people as though they are pawns on a wizard's chess set. That Takemaru person is he another pawn in your twisted game of chess?"

"No, if anyone is a pawn it is me." Dumbledore replied calmly.

gathering her composure Minerval calmed down if only a little. "What do you mean? He doesn't even look half my age. How could you be a pawn of his?"

Dumbledore retrieved his wand from his robes and laid it down on his desk. "Any moment now Severus will be bringing me a phial of dreamless sleep potion. When he gets here will you consent to a Wizard's oath, with him as our bonder?"

To say Minerva was shock would be an understatement, even more surprising was the level of seriousness behind Dumbledore' words. "Why all.."

"Because we both know how stubborn you can be. However I'm not going to tell you in that capacity. You are a trusted colleague and a good friend. Yet what I will tell you has to be kept secret if anyone found out how much I know about Takemaru-san it will be the death of me. Oh and relax, the purpose of this oath is to keep you from unwillingly divulging what I have to say, since you aren't as familiar with occlumency as I am."

Minerva sighed in relief knowing this 'wizard's oat' was'nt of the lethal variety. "Why would Takemaru kill you?"

"He wouldn't. His enemies will, to get information on him...Ah Severus wonderful timing."

In the doorway stood a Man twenty one years of age. He was dressed in pitch black robes, billowing behind him as if a wind were passing by. His long greasy locks of black hair disheveled around his face, obscuring many of his features save for his pale skin and long hooked nose. "I have the phial of dreamless sleep potion if that is all I will take my leave."

"I'm afraid not Severus. Will you consent to binding me and Professor Mcgonagall in a Wizards oath?"

Severus politely nodded. Otherwise no trace of emotion on his face could be seen. He leveled his cold black eyes on Dumbledore. "Very well Headmaster. Link hands."

Mcgonagall and dumbledore linked their hands together as Severus placed his wand above them.

"Do you Minerval Mcgonagall swear on your life and magic that you will not willingly discuss any conversation we have in this room on this day. without my express permission." Dumbledore asked.

"Yes" A single tounge of flame wove itself around her hands.

Severus stashed his wand away in his robes. "If that is all, I will be leaving to repair the damage done to my classroom."

As soon as Severus descended down the marble staircase Dumbldore nodded to Minerva. "Now would be the time to proceede with any questions you may have."

Not missing a beat, Minerva knew the first thing she wanted to ask. "Exactly who is Takemaru Seta? How are you convinced he is more powerful than you."

"He Was once a Shinigami."

Minerva was almost speechless save for a quiet gasp. "I thought they were purely legend, to think there exist beings with the power to control death."

"Not beings, Spirits. Shinigami are human spirits who are charged with the duty of escorting the souls of the dearly departed onto Soul Society, as well as cleansing the world of Hollows. Witches and Wizards often call Hollows, demons. However they couldn't be more wrong. Hollows are merely souls that have been corrupted. Takemaru was one of the Most powerful Shinigami to ever exist before his exile. However to magic user who remember the legend of the Peverell brothers, he was know for the creation of the Deathly Hallows."

If Minerva was shocked before, there was no word for what she was now. "Not only are Shinigami real, so are the Deathly Hallows, and you have been associating with their creator all along. Do you know the whereabouts of the Deathly Hallows."

"Only two, the cloak of Invisibility, and In my possession is the Elder Wand."

"How did you come into contact with Takemaru?" Minerva asked after regaining some of her composure.

Dumbledore stood up and glanced out the window of his office. "After I defeated my old friend Gellert Grindlewald, I retrieved the Elder Wand from him. On that day I swore to myself that I would Not allow myself to be in a position of power, for I knew it would corrupt me as it did him. Takemaru found me, and out of respect he personally trained me in it's use. Determined not to neglect my responsibilities as the most powerful wizard alive, I allowed myself to be an adviser to the Minister of Magic should he need me. Then I took up the mantle as Headmaster of Hogwarts. I knew my talents would be most beneficial to future generations of witches and wizards who wouldn't squander their talents as I did mine."

Minerva Mcgonagall's respect for Dumbledore grew by leaps and bounds. However that wouldn't stop her from pointing out were his decisions had flaws, after all nobody is infallible. Yet she had one last question on her mind. "If Takemaru truly did create the Deathly Hallows, how did he do it? I thought magic dissapears with the witch or wizard after death?"

Dumbledore chuckled. "You know in all the years I've known him I never once thought to ask that question. I susgest you retire for the day and take tomorrow off as well, after all anything discussed in this room will be bound by the Wizards Oath for another day."

Minerva Smiled before descending the spiral staircase. Dumbledore taped his wand on a blank wall, and a lavish bed room appeared before him, not wasting a second he downed the contents of his dreamless sleep potion and was consumed by blissful unconsciousness in mere moments.

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