Howdy gals and pals! I bet you're all gonna be super suprised to see an update so quickly, but I couldn't help it. I'd much rather write about Aizen than do Spanish homework. Probably not too helpful for my GPA, but it's a lot more fun haha. Not too sure how much I'm gonna update this week. I will have time off of school so I probably will, but I will be spending time with family so it might not be until the weekend.

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The landscape changed to a cliff overlooking the Soul Society with the Sōkyoku just a few feet away. All were staring at him with anger and the tiniest bit of fear in their eyes. He knew that Isane and Unohona had revealed him as a traitor. Oh well, it did not affect his plan in any way. He lazily looked at all those gathered in front of him, but he noticed that there was no fear in the eyes of the orange haired ryoka. Strange. He would have to show him to fear his power. He opened his mouth to speak to the soul reapers and ryoka gathered at the Sōkyoku …

Harry was jerked awake and found that he was on the floor of the divination classroom. Hermione was glaring angrily at him and Ron was looking at him with amusement.

"Harry, you've been asleep for the past twenty minutes. Professor," she said this word with quite a lot of disdain, "Trelawney will be coming by in a minute to see us looking at each other's teacups."

With no desire to be in trouble the first day of school, Harry quickly got back into his seat. "Come on, you have to drink your tea, Harry" Hermione hurriedly whispered to him as Trelawney began to make her way across the room to them.

Well that doesn't sound like a bad idea at all.

By the time Trelawney had arrived at the table, the trio were looking into their empty teacups as if they could actually see something in each other's cups other than the drips and soggy grounds that were left behind.

"Well now, you three, let's see how powerful your inner eye is. Tell me what you see in each other's cups," Trelawney demanded in a brisk tone much more like McGonagall than her mystical tone the the beginning of class. Hermione and Ron put their heads above Harry's cup and squinted their eyes and tilted their heads to the side in an attempt to see something in the grounds remaining in the cup.

"Well that kinda looks like a stick, which means…," Ron began to flip through the book, "that you're gonna get into some kind of fight, I think. Maybe with that prick, Malfoy."

Hermione grabbed the cup from Ron's grasp. "Don't be silly, Ron. It's a wand of course. According to this oh so well written book," the sarcasm in her voice was evident to all in the room, "that means you'll learn some new magic. What a surprise considering you are in a magical school."

Finally Harry decided to look into the cup. He did see the grounds make some kind of straight and long shape, but it was not a stick or a wand. It was the sword. The same sword he had held in his dream. The dream was already fading, as were the faces and names that made it up no matter how hard he tried to hold on to it. The only thing that clearly remained was the sword. What had he called it in the dream…zanbabo? Zantako? No it was zanpakto. That was the right word. There was no doubt in his mind. The voice that had been whispering in his mind since the dementor seemed to yell out in joy.

A scream shook him from his thoughts. "My dear child, this is no stick or wand! It is the Grim!" Half the room burst into whispers and threw him pitying looks. Neville had even fallen out of his chair.

"Grim?" He questioned.

"It's a big, black dog that means you're gonna die, Harry. Some guy in my family saw it and died just a day later." Ron's entire face had gone pale making his freckles stand out even more than usual. Harry glanced back into the teacup. And then looked at Trelawney. And looked back into the cup.

How the hell does a zanpakto resemble in any way a big, black dog?

"Poor, poor child. Please class leave. Go on to your next class. I am too overcome by sadness to continue to teach." She began to theatrically sob. Harry immediately gathered his things and was the first student out of the classroom with everyone closely following him.

Stupid woman. And once more all the attention is on me. No doubt the story will be all over the school by lunch. Perhaps someone will connect it to the dementors, say that they were attempting to kill me since the grim has apparently damned me to die.

He paid little attention to Hermione's reassurances and Ron's fearful glances. He just concentrated on the route to the Transfiguration classroom, ready to use some actual magic instead of the useless subject Divination.

The rest of the day passed quite uneventfully. Transfiguration went by surprisingly easily. He had managed to make transform the hedgehog into a shoe, but switched it back before anyone noticed. He had had enough attention today to last him for the rest of the school year. Charms had been after lunch and once again he completed the assignment without anyone's notice. Or so he thought.

After dinner, Harry was returning to the Common Room with Hermione. Ron had wanted to continue eating so they decided to leave him there with Dean and Seamus, as the two had no desire to witness Ron stuffing his face for the third time that day. As they walked, Hermione was chatting about the lessons, all the homework she had been assigned (How did she manage to get to all her classes today anyway?), and her eagerness to return to the library.

Harry, on the other hand, was trying to remember something else about his dream other than the sword. No it was a zanpakto. But he had had no luck. He could only occasionally remember a few names (Gin, Himamori, Hitusgaya, Matsumoto, Kira) but they flowed through his mind and then left, never staying in his mind for long. As he reminisced he gave Hermione short answers, mostly one or two words. Suddenly she came to a stop and looked towards him. He almost kept on walking, he was so caught up in his thoughts.

"Harry, what's been going on today? You've been acting strange. You stopped Ron from attacking Draco when usually you would have at least yelled something back. You were nearly impossible to wake up in divination and then in charms and transfiguration you completed the assignment but wouldn't take any credit for it. What is wrong with you?" Harry turned to Hermione. She had a fearful look on her face and her hand was actually inching toward her wand as if she didn't even think he was Harry.

Have I really been that different? And if I have changed how could I have been that obvious?

Much like his conversation with Madame Pomfrey, Harry forced a miserable expression to spread across his face and looked down to the ground. Once again he had absolutely no intention of sharing his recent experiences with voices with anyone and heartlessly used Hermione's emotions to manipulate her without truly knowing how he was doing so. "Hermione, when the dementor came to me, I… I could hear my mother's last words. It reminded me that the only reason I'm known all over the wizarding world is because my mum sacrificed herself for me. And in Divination I was dreaming about her death…it was awful…Anyway, all the attention I get reminds me of her and my dad. I didn't want any more of it. That's why I didn't want anyone to see my progress in Charms and Transfiguration. I had enough attention today already. "

Well it's not exactly a lie. Except for the part about my dream. The best way to lie is to use it with the truth.

He looked to Hermione and saw tears in her eyes. "Oh my goodness, Harry, I am so sorry! If I had known I never would have brought it up. I swear! Please forgive me!" The tears began to leak from her eyes. He knew she wanted forgiveness, she did not want to anger and possibly lose one of the only two friends she had. His parents' death had obviously always been a touchy subject.

Not anymore though. I'm callously using their deaths to keep people from questioning me. Maybe something really is wrong.

"Of course, Hermione. It was no fault of your's. I'm not mad at you or even annoyed. Please don't be upset." Harry knew he should be feeling something as one of his best friends was almost breaking down in front of him, but all he could give were empty words of comfort. Banishing these thoughts from his mind, he wrapped his arms around her. Although it was forgotten to him now, he was giving Hermione the very same hug he had shared with another girl in his dream. And as he held her just down the hall from the Common Room entrance, for a split second all he wanted was to hold a beautiful sword in his hands and shove it through her, his own best friend. But the desire was forgotten. And their embrace the two shared in the hallway was one of the last true moments he would share with his friends. For Harry was beginning to change and nothing could be done to stop it.