A simple crossover between HP and Bleach, using two plot points I've seen used before: Ichigo ends up in Hell and becomes the boss there, someone from Bleach goes to Hogwarts (which happens in 75% of fics done with HP universe.)

I find this as one of my better works, though I didn't know how exactly to continue the story...


Boredom, hellish boredom... quite literally. He was the lord of Hell, and it has been centuries since he had even heard someones voice, including his own. He had given up on talking to himself, it made him look crazier than he was, not that there was anyone to look at him.

His servants were mindless, doing whatever he would command them without question or complaint. Kushanāda were boring, scary to a mortal, but ultimately, boring. He had lost count of all the millenia he had 'lived' here, if you could call it life... if you are immortal, is it life?

No, it had to be more than 'many millenia', he had seen the entire mortal universe crunch and reform itself several times. He vaguely remembered the first one, his life as a human, his life as a Shinigami, his life as a Visored, and his unlife as the lord of Hell... He remembered blurry faces and a few names, nothing more, his life was also very clouded; he was just a normal human at first.

What was his name? He didn't have one, at least not anymore, regardless, he couldn't remember his old name anyway.

Did he think back to those days fondly? Wanting to be able to go back? No. He remembered a part of his life, he was an old man with many children when he died. Yes, that was it, he died in old age, and instead of being reincarnated, Hell took him in as it's lord. Damn mindless Kushanāda, they had recognized him as powerful once, and took him away when they had the chance...

Over the course of his reign he saw a lot of things but not nearly enough to fill all the years. As soon as he figured out what had happened, he took Aizens life immediately and locked him up in the lowest pit of hell. He would be safely guarded in Hell, not that it mattered much since he was now weak compared to him.

Kurosaki... yes that used to be him, he remembered it vaguely. Maybe he should go and take a walk, go and visit some of his still sane prisoners? How long has it been since he visited Aizen last, 1000, maybe 2000 years?

His throne room was made of dirt, he could change it, but what for? He didn't care, and there wasn't anyone else who would care about it. Same goes for his form, he was all bone, garbed in a rotten Shihakusho with a long black sword in his right hand and a scary horned skeletal mask in his left. Another thing that intrigued him at first was the fact that Hell never changed, it was always the same, Hueco Mundo was a thing of the past, when the universe in which he was born ended, so did Soul Society and Hueco Mundo. Hell was always the same.

...

Aizen wasn't talkative, constant torture and silence kept him on the edge of insanity. His arrogant attitude long gone. So the lord of all Hell went for that walk, mere sight of him would make the sinners of Hell commit suicide and the Kushanāda bow before he came close. He pitied the sinners, mostly because in his head he knew them all by name and crime, sometimes he would let some of the souls return to the reincarnation cycle, but only those that were deemed good enough by him.

He got back to his throne room and decided that it was time for a century long nap.

He never got woken up from a nap before, and this was new to him, one of the Kushanāda had brought him a scroll, and that meant that there was something that Kushanāda didn't know how to deal with, probably in the mortal world.

Indeed it was, a mere man is trying to become immortal, this would be 34th mortal in pursuit of immortality who came somewhat close. Splitting ones soul as a means to immortality seemed too risky to him, but then again, he wasn't mortal anymore so he wouldn't know.

"I'll deal with it personally, leave." his voice was softer than he remembered; Kushanāda left, leaving him to his thoughts.

He could leave it for another century or two, but he had nothing to do now, maybe involving himself into mortal affairs would get rid of some of his boredom. And if this Tom Marvolo Riddle is anything like Aizen, he might get the two of them to argue if they are placed close enough to one another.

He would need a plan though, the humans in this world were largely uncertain of the afterlife, and he meant to keep it that way. It would take some research but he would get everything he needed... eventually. That was the word, eventually... he had all the time he wanted and more.

It was ready, one year of research, one year of preparation and it was ready. He could have done it all in a few weeks really, but what was the rush?

He made a tome, imagined a most complex ritual he could come up with, and sent it all to earth so it would find a way to someone powerful.

It took very little time, just a bit over a decade, for the tome to find an owner. A very old wizard by the name of Albus. Although being a good person, he would never use the ritual on his own, unless as a last resort. But his friends found out about the tome...

There they were, in a dark room, all of them gathered in a circle around the mysterious artifact. The complex drawing on the ground took some time, mainly because it was Asian-looking and not many of them had much experience with that sort of thing. The ritual was straightforward but long. Very long, it took several weeks to get everything ready and now it was time. Time to summon the creature that can 'break the chains of fate and punish the ones who deserve it'.

The room was quite large and with no features other than the large arch in the middle, inside the arch there was a fluttering, dark, silk-looking fabric. There were about a dozen people in the room, half of them were standing on the edges of the circle in their prepared positions, the other ones were standing further away, with their wands at the ready. The ones further away were all dressed in the same greyish hooded robes.

The ones in the inner circle were dressed in various clothes, Albus Dumbledore was the main person there, with the others being the more trustworthy of the professors at Hogwarts. Severus, Minerva, Sprout, Flitwick and professor Trelawney were standing at their own places in the circle.

Albus was mostly concerned about the '...punish those who deserve it.' part of the tome, what if this creature takes that literally and starts cleaning the entire world? What if it doesn't have the same sense of 'justice' like them?

When they started chanting the incantation the circle started glowing and the light lit up the room, only the professors were chanting the simple incantation, the rest were off to the side watching silently.

The incantation was not very long, surprisingly, so they finished it quickly.

The light in the circle faded away and the fabric between inside the arch straightened completely, it was no longer fluttering. For a few moments all was still, and then the fabric fell, it all fell to the floor in between the arches, leaving only stone standing.

For a few more moments, nothing had happened.

Then a small movement from inside the pile of silk. The movements were slow, painfully so, and everyone drew their wands and pointed them at the pile. Even Dumbledore was a bit apprehensive. Trelawney was almost shaking.

As if someone was buried under the silk, the movements looked humanoid, contours of an arm were visible as the figure inside struggled to get up. Once it got up it spread its arms away from its body and waited. The silk fluttered again, moving to better accommodate it's occupant. It moved, shortened, lengthened and tore itself in places, making itself into a piece of clothing.

First a pair of normal hands appeared, then a pair of bare feet and finally a head was shown, aside from the hair it looked normal, orange spiky hair, deep brown eyes, distinctive Asian face.

Ichigo turned his head around to look at all the people in the room and winced. He brought a hand to the back of his neck and massaged it slightly.

Dumbledore lowered his wand seeing that the figure was not acting in a threatening way.

"Good evening." He said, trying to start a conversation and find out more about the mysterious being they had summoned.

"Evenin'..." Ichigo didn't even look at the old man, instead he rolled his shoulders and stretched his legs a bit.

"My name is Albus Dumbledore, may we ask what is your name?" Dumbledore had a slight smile on his face, the summoned being looked like a young man and it acted like one too, being a headmaster of a school, he knew exactly how to deal with the likes of him.

"Not really important. I only allowed you to summon me because I needed to be here. Now tell me where this Tom Marvolo Riddle is."

The shock on their faces surprised him, they knew about this Tom person. He hoped that they would just tell him so he could find him and be done with this.

"That is the reason we summoned you, he is an evil man that has done many gruesome things, but what do you want with him?" Dumbledore managed to silence other professors before speaking, his smile now gone.

"He wants immortality, I don't like that... so I'm here to kill 'im." Ichigos voice was completely normal, he was still looking around the room without paying much attention to the people.

Ichigo was thinking, since these people seemed smart and they apparently didn't like this Marvolo guy, they probably knew where he would be.

"So I'm guessing you know where he is? Or at the very least you have a clue?" He looked towards Dumbledore and saw his answer, they had no idea.

He sighed "Great... just great..."

Nymphadora Tonks was walking through Hogwarts, it was a Saturday so there weren't any regular classes today, but there was one special class she wanted to be in today.

Once again she had been laughed at, in the first year it started simple, she would use her talent as a metamorphmagus and make people laugh. In the second year she was already known as a rebel and a prankster, people started whispering behind her back. By the time she was fifth year, those whispers had become insults and various names. It didn't bother her, at least not until she was alone, she had become used to crying for hours once she would be left by herself. No one knew about it of course. All they cared about was who was the last person to sleep with her.

She turned the corner and saw someone enter the classroom she was supposed to be in, whoever just entered wasn't wearing the student robes, which meant that she was late. She wouldn't mind being late usually, but Dumbledore announced that this class would help anyone interested in becoming an Auror, and that was her goal, she would become an Auror and show everyone just what she can do.

Ichigo wasn't expecting his short trip to the world of the living to take this much time, he was really hoping that he would just kill the man and be done with it, but he had to admit, he liked it here.

He was now in Hogwarts, walking down one of the many corridors, he had a classroom to be in.

He entered the classroom and all eyes turned to look at him.

It was a large room, no chairs and no tables, mats were placed all over the floor. The students were all on one side of the room, there was about a dozen of them.

"Good afternoon class-" He was interrupted when another student came into the room.

"I'm sorry I'm late, may I please join the rest of the class?" She was nervous, but determined.

He simply nodded at her, not giving her too much attention, he noticed that some people didn't like this student.

"Several things before we start the class. This class is not obligatory. You are free to come to me in my spare time an I will remove you from the list of attendants. This class starts after lunch on Saturday every week and lasts for exactly 2 hours. After next week no one will be able to join the classes if they are not on the list of attendants. Only sixth and seventh year students are allowed to attend. My name is Kurosaki Ichigo. I am not a professor, I am an instructor. And finally, yes, this is my natural hair color."

He let it all sink in and started walking towards the mats.

"Ah, excellent, you haven't started yet. I hope you don't mind me joining in for today, I wanted to see how they would do." Dumbledore said as he entered suddenly.

"Of course not." Ichigo wasn't surprised to see that the headmaster decided to join for his first class.

He stepped towards him and talked to him silently for a while.

Tonks looked around and saw a few people she knew, only two from Hufflepuff, neither were her friends.

Dumbledore walked across the mats and stood next to the wall of the room, Ichigo walked onto one of the mats.

"Since you were late, you are the first volunteer. Step up and face towards me." Tonks almost cursed, she didn't need this. She would fight it, but the promise she made to herself was still fresh in her mind. She walked towards the mats, standing about 10 meters from Ichigo.

"Draw your wand." she drew, unknown to her, Dumbledore too drew his wand, albeit, silently.

"This is the scenario, I am a criminal and it is your job and duty to stop me, my hands are empty," hi showed his hands to her, "no spell casting or any other kind of attacking this time. asses the threat level from zero to ten."

"...One." she said loud enough to be heard by others in the class.

Ichigo nodded in confirmation, glad that he wasn't facing someone too arrogant to say anything other than 0. He moved his right arm, closing his fist as if he was holding something in it. His arm was now hiding a part of his face, fist behind his left shoulder. He swung quickly downwards. Somewhere in the swing, a sword appeared in his hand. It was completely black and had a short chain dangling at the end of the hilt.

He looked at her expectantly, ignoring the sounds of awe and surprise from other students.

She pointed her wand at him, even though he said that there would be no attacking this time.

"...Three."

He nodded, though she felt like it wasn't meant for her.

"Expelliarmus." her wand flew through the air and landed on the other side of the room, away from everyone. She turned to see Dumbledore giving her a sweet smile, she cursed the man silently. She was now unarmed.

"...Nine." she said as she turned to Ichigo, this time he did nod at her.

She thought she saw a small smile on his face but before she could confirm it, he was gone, she felt something on her neck and looked down. To her horror she saw the black blade lightly resting on her neck, dangerously close to her artery; Ichigo was standing next to her, just outside of her vision.

She slowly looked at Ichigo, the look he had on his face told her all she needed to know.

"...Ten." He nodded, glad, and lowered his sword, walking back to his position.

"Expelliarmus, one of the most dangerous spells for any wizard. There are several ways to go against that spell."

He turned and saw that Tonks managed to gather herself and was listening intently.

"First, and probably the best is to learn how to call back your wand. Wandless casting of Accio spell, while very useful and probably the perfect way to battle expeliarmus, takes years and maybe even decades to learn, we don't have that sort of time."

"Second way is to dodge your opponent and get your wand back."

"Third would be to incapacitate your opponent without your wand."

"We will be focusing on the last two, if you plan on becoming an Auror you will receive official training in those disciplines, mainly because Aurors spend a lot of time in the human world and need to be able to defend themselves without a wand."

"Now, let's start with..."

The class wasn't too difficult, but there was a lot to do, Ichigo told them that they would soon start doing more physical exercises.

Several moths have passed, instead of a dozen people in his class there were now only a few that came every week. It was not a Saturday so Ichigo had nothing much to do, he was thinking of visiting Hagrid to see if he needed any help with some of the wilder animals in the forest. The two became friends, mainly because of Hagrids good nature and outgoing attitude.

He was now walking through his favorite corridor, there wasn't anything special in it, his classroom was on the other side of the castle. He really liked this corridor because it was the longest one in the castle. For some reason he enjoyed walking through it slowly.

He sensed a presence coming from behind him, it was Tonks. He had heard the rumors going around about her but he didn't really care about them; in his class she was the one that showed most potential, both mentally and physically. He has also noticed how she treated him, there was more than just respect in her voice when she talked to him. He didn't put much attention to it, after all, what could he do? He could have a short romance, sure, but what would be the point? He was always a one-girl-guy, and even after all this time nothing has changed with that. Sure there wasn't anyone there to change it, and he had lost all desire and need for love. But once he got into this body, things slowly changed.

His current body was mostly normal, meaning that he would be affected by hormones and pheromones just like a normal person. And he could feel it, that loneliness he would feel when separate from his long-dead wife. He sighed. If this trip took more than a few years, he would have to find someone to be there with him, short romance or not, he would go crazy otherwise.

The thing that scared him the most was himself. What if he allowed himself to love? What if he actually fell in love? Would he be able to let go when time came? He would have to, but still...

"Excuse me..." Tonks, knowing that Ichigo liked to take walks around the castle, came from behind him and walked next to him.

"Yes, Ms. Tonks?" He glanced at her, her hair was especially pink today, he never knew why she kept it such a bright color.

"I was wondering... if you would like to join me for a trip to Hogsmeade on Sunday?"

He wasn't expecting this, at least not this soon; he could decline and say something like 'I'm not interested' or he could accept and keep her at a comfortable distance. She was young, sure, but his body was only about a year or two older than her so it wouldn't make much difference. He didn't care about the rumors about her before, but now he would need to see for himself.

"Why ask me? I'm sure that there are many students who would be glad to accompany you to Hogsmeade." This way he would find out her reasoning from her own mouth, and she might open up to him.

"I'm not interested in other students." She spoke too fast to figure out what she was saying and put a hand over her mouth before she could bury herself in the hole she just dug.

'That was a lot more direct than I expected, I'll try and push her just a bit more.'

"Interested? In what way?" It was obvious that she had planned for this conversation, but his serious teasing threw her completely off balance. She was just mumbling incomprehensibly trying to save the small amount of respect she had.

"School employees aren't supposed to have relationships with students." He said flatly, a small smile on his face.

Instead of saying something about 'relationships' that he mentioned, Tonks smiled too.

"You've said it yourself, you're not a professor, and there aren't any rules concerning instructors, I know, I've checked." Her proud smile told him a lot.

'A true hardworking Hufflepuff...'

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