AN:I do not own Bleach or Harry Potter


As Toshiro stepped out of Greenhouse number One he was thankful he only had Herbology once a week. While Professor Sprout seemed like a good teacher he just didn't care for plants. The only thing he was tempted to grow was watermelon, but he didn't see that on the course curriculum.

As the rest of the class emerged from the building he caught the sound of a conversation in progress. "How did he get on the team through? I mean, tryouts aren't for two weeks are they?"

Toshiro turned his head to see three of his fellow housemates walking out. He recognized Terry Boot as he spoke, "I heard Professor McGonagall saw him do something during flying class that impressed her, so she put him on the team, so he didn't have to tryout. And since seeker was the only position they lost there starter and backup for, they decided not to even have one."

As they passed him he saw Michael Corner shake his head slowly, "There loss I suppose. Can't tell who's got talent if you don't see it. Should make things easier for our team then."

The third boy, Anthony Goldstein, spoke up then, "It better, I heard Gryffindor has only won six games in the last five years." They all shared a laugh as they made there way out of ear shot of Hitsugaya.

"Can you believe them? Someone got hurt in that class and all they care about is a stupid game!" Toshiro knew he should have left when class ended instead of standing around. The girl beside him continued, oblivious to his thoughts, "Neville broke his arm when he fell off his broom. And does anyone care? No! They only want to talk about Harry Potter being named seeker! As if Quidditch is more important then someone's health." She finished her tirade to look at the white haired boy beside her.

"Its just a broken arm, I'm sure he'll be fine." Toshiro didn't understand what the big deal was. A broken arm was miniscule capered to many of the injures he had received in his career.

She looked at him as if he had grown another head. "Just a broken arm? Just what does it take to worry you Toshiro?"

Hitsugaya subconsciously brought his right hand up to his left shoulder, tracing the area Aizen had torn him open when he left him for dead. Pushing the memory from his mind he looked at the brunet. "I only meant that he walked off on his own. It couldn't be that bad if he could still walk, right?"

The girl continued to give him a disapproving look. Sighing he turned and began to walk back to the tower to drop off his book. "Your just worried about flight class aren't you Hermione?" He looked at her out of the corner of his eye as they walked towards the castle.

"That's not the point!"

"Your right." He could see the worry on her face as plain as day. He had no intention of calling her on it, it would do no good. She was probably just nervous since she couldn't practice flying at home.

As they made there way through the castle he decided to break the silence, "So, what is Quidditch?"

"Humph , according to wizards it's the greatest game in the world. I've never seen a game before, so I'll save my opinion for now."

"How do they play?"

It was silent for a moment as the girl recalled the rules she had read about in a book just as they stepped out into one of the castles courtyards. "That's the field over there." She pointed to what looked like oval with towers coming out of what he assumed was bleachers. Inside the oval he saw three tall poles with a large ring on top. "It's a team sport with seven players per team. Three chasers, two beaters, one keeper, and one seeker. Its played on brooms for an indefinite amount of time."

"Indefinite?" Her companion raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, the game only ends when the Golden Snitch is caught. The seeker who catches it gets 150 points for there team and ends the game immediately. However it can take hours, days, even weeks to catch the snitch. The seeker get most of the attention, but the game is won by the chasers and the keeper."

"What about the beaters?"

"The beaters don't have a direct impact. Technically they can handle the quaffle, but there main job is to keep the two bludgers away from there team."

Hitsugaya let out a sigh, "Hermione, I have no idea what your talking about. Bludgers? Quaffle? Golden Snitch?" He turned and began to head inside to return to the tower.

Hermione ran after him, "Maybe I should have told you about the balls first. Well, there is two bludgers, one quaffle, and one snitch. The bludgers are ten inches in diameter and made of solid iron. They are bewitched to knock players from there brooms indiscriminately." At this her face became drawn and worried. "They are responsible for most of the injuries."

Toshiro perked up at this, through he kept his voice even. "What kind of injures?"

The girl stared at him as if he lost his mind. "What kind of injures? What do you think happens when a 150 pound ball of iron slams into someone at highway speed? Well you get the usual of course, bruising, concussions, fractured, broken, and shattered bones, internal bleeding, organ damage, and in the worst case…death." She finished giving him an dirty look.

Toshiro found himself entering another courtyard wondering if he had made a wrong turn. Stopping to gather his bearings he looked at Hermione before trying to defend himself. "I can imagine what would happen Hermione, I simple didn't know if wizards had some safety measures in place. I find it hard to believe they would let students play a game where there was a high risk of getting killed."

The girl glared at him for a moment more before softening. "Well, deaths are extremely rare. The most common injury is broken arm or cracked rib, and its not uncommon to have no injures at all. But the potential is always there, that what they say makes it great." Hermione didn't look convinced.

Toshiro decided that the game seemed to have some promise but he still have reservations, "You were saying Hermione."

The girl looked up from her thoughts, "Oh, yes, well the quaffle is a red ball that the chasers try to throw through one of the hoops while the keeper defends them. The ball has a few spells on it, but nothing major, just things to make it easier for the chasers to handle it. If you get it through a hoop you get ten points.

"The snitch is the most important ball in play. It's a small gold ball that has wings. It travels at high speed and can change direction quickly. Its said to be nearly impossible to see. In short games the team that catches it almost always wins. As I said earlier, the game ends when its caught and the team that catches it gets 150 points. The team with the most points at the end of the game wins."

Hitsugaya looked at her wondering when she found all this out. As they reentered the castle Hermione changed topics from sports to plants, talking about some plant or other she had read about. Toshiro just kept his mouth shut and let her talk as they passed through the silent halls.


Toshiro looked around, taking in the classroom he was currently in. The dungeon classroom used for potions had a temperature several degrees cooler then the rest of the castle, and he found it quite refreshing. The light murmuring of the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students came to an abrupt end when the door to the class flew open.

A thin man with black greasy hair strode into the classroom and made his way to the front. "There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class." He reached the front of the room then and turned to face the class. His black eyes roamed the entire class, as if evaluating there worth. "As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making. However, for those select few…who possess the predisposition…I can teach you to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death."

Hitsugaya's teal eyes followed him as he stepped away from the podium at the front of the class and began to lecture them on class room procedures and what they would be doing throughout the year before he began to question them on there current knowledge of potions. Even through his voice dripped with contempt and his snide remarks left several in the class cowed, Toshiro found his first impression of the man to be that of a competent teacher, if a little rude. Hermione made herself know immediately by raising her hand to answer every question he asked while he remained silent beside her, trying to avoid being hit by her arm as it shot up. Through Professor Snape seemed disappointed no one else knew the answers, he did begrudgingly award ten points to Hermione for her knowledge of potions.

When class ended the students rushed from the room as if it was on fire. Toshiro took a moment longer to enjoy the cool temperature before he headed out for his flying lesson. Again the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff first years gathered together, this time in a small classroom on the first floor. Hermione and most of the other students were nervous, no doubt the news that Neville had broke his arm yesterday tempered their enthusiasm. Soon the door opened and a silver haired women entered and walked to the front of the room before facing the students.

"I am Madam Hooch, and I will be your flying instructor. Before we go outside we need to go over a few safety measures." She then spent the next ten minutes going over the safety guidelines and procedures they were going to use. Finally the meeting ended and the class headed outside and into the courtyard for their first lesson.

Emerging from the castle Toshiro saw two rows of ten brooms laid out. The group divided without comment as Ravenclaws went to one side and the Hufflepuffs stood opposite them as they stood behind the brooms. It was a few minutes before their teacher emerged from the castle, walking quickly between the students she reached the end and spun around to look down the line. With a bit of impatience she addressed the group, "Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone step up to the left side of their broomstick." The class did as they were told. "Come on now, hurry up. Stick you right hand over the broom and say, UP."

Toshiro stuck his right hand over the broom and looked at it for a moment. All around him he could hear the others shouting at their broomsticks. "Up." It was a simple and quiet command that the broom obeyed immediately. Catching it the moment it made contact with his hand he looked around at the rest of the class as they struggled to get the brooms airborne, some were just flopping around on the ground like fish out of water. A faint smile crossed his face as he watched the others begin to loose patience as the volume of their shouts increased. It was more then five minutes before the entire class finished its task.

When the last broom was off the ground Madam Hooch walked down the lane between the students, "Now, once you've got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it." As the class followed instructions she continued, "Grip it tight. You don't wanna be sliding off the end. When I blow my whistle, I want each you to kick off from the ground, hard. Keep you broom steady, hover for a moment then lean forward slightly and touch back down. On my whistle. Three, two." She blew her whistle.

Toshiro kicked off the ground, through not nearly as hard as could have, and ended up a good six feet higher then the rest of the class. He found it strange that the piece of wood between his legs actually felt kind of comfortable. Another whistle blast told him it was time to return to the earth below, leaning forward slightly the broom descended slowly till his feet were back on the ground.

By the time the class was over they were able to move left, right, forward, and backwards while a hovering a few feet off the ground. After picking up their bags from the classroom the students scattered. Hermione followed him as usual, but she was unusually downcast. She had had problems during the class and certainly wasn't in the top half of the flying class. It wasn't his job to make her feel better, and even if he wanted to he wouldn't know how. Sighing to himself they headed back to the tower in silence.


First I want to think everyone who has reviwed this story. Second, about Snape, I feel that he would probably be less biased against Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff then he is aginst Gryffindor, through he still doesn't like them. Third, since the reviews all seemed to want to see Hitsugaya on a quidditch team I needed to explain the game, through I'm sure most of you know the rules Hitsugaya did not, so I'm sorry if that part came across as boring. At this point I am leaning to puting him on a team so I felt it important to peak his curisoity. I am hopefull that I can finish the rest of the first week in the next chapter so that the story can move on. Any feedback would be apreciated.