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"


Five years have passed since the fall of the Dark Lord Voldemort, and the world was slowly on the way to recovery. Sirius Black, who was to be known as a criminal was declared innocent of charges against him by the Wizenagmot. Peter Pettigrew, who was known by the alias 'Wormtail' was sentenced to life imprisonment in the wizard prison Azkaban, for multiple counts of unforgivable curses and conspiracy against the Ministry of Magic. It would take a great many years before the world could ever truly recover from nearly two decades of magical war.

Yet not all was well. At number four Privet Drive, a small boy six years of age with untidy black hair, and vibrant innocent green eyes was tending to the various plants in-front of the single family home. One would assume he was supervised. However his relative's could care less about him. The boy's name is Harry Potter, and to his relatives the Dursely's, he was an expendable freak, and an abomination to their peaceful existence. They saw him as nothing more than a freeloader who mooched off of their questionable 'generosity', and as such they reserved virtually all of their chores for him to do. If Harry ever got hurt in the process the Dursely's would tell him "suck it up you freeloading freak, and GET BACK TO WORK." It was usually Vernon Dursely, Harry's uncle who would look over his no-chinned, beefy neck to glare at him any chance he got.

Harry's other relatives weren't much different in their treatment of him. His cousin Dudley was the same age, and as such they attended the same school. Harry never had any friends in school because Dudley would threaten anyone who approached his 'freak' of a cousin. On many occasions Harry would be forced to run away from Dudley and his gang as they played a game called 'Harry Hunting'. The rules to the game were simple, hunt Harry down and pummel him.

Academically, Harry was way below the school's average for his grade level because he was afraid of what would happen if the Dursely's found out he was smarter than their 'Didder-Dums.' According to the Dursely's, Dudley could do no wrong. Although Harry was terrified of his relatives he still found was to pay them back. Most often he would laugh behind His uncle and cousin's backs as he reminded himself that they looked like a pair of 'pigs in wigs'.

However Harry's Aunt Petunia was downright nasty to him. She would send Harry out to do chores normally reserved for Adults, and would almost always resort in Harry getting injured somehow. If Harry ever refused to do any of the chores, Dudley was allowed a few extra hours of 'Harry Hunting' or Harry would be locked in his room, which was a cupboard underneath the stairs. The punishments only seemed to escalate whenever something strange or unexplainable happened around Harry. Instances such as Harry growing his hair back every time his aunt shaved it off, whenever Harry was caught taking to the garden snakes in the backyard, or the time when Dudley's gang chased Harry around during a game of Harry Hunting and Harry vanished and reappeared on the roof of the school.

None of those incidents ever came close to being stranger than the noises Harry would sometimes hear. They sounded like a cacophony of pain, misery, sadness, and anger. Harry could hardly ever tell them apart. One time Harry made the mistake of telling the Dursely's about what he heard, and the end result was being locked in his room for a week with no meals, and his only company were the spiders that crawled around him. The first thing his uncle Vernon said to him was "There is no such thing as magic" even though Harry never once brought that subject up.

Even on special occasions, and holidays Harry wasn't freed from the Dursely's tyranny. Most of the time the Dursely's never gave Harry a gift unless it was either a cruel joke or something humiliating like rubbish, or a coat-hanger. Harry's 'favorite' present was a dirty shirt several sizes too big for him. During Christmas Harry spent his day cooking and cleaning while the Dursely's celebrated without him. Harry wasn't in any of the family photographs The Dursely's like to pretend he didn't exist.

Harry's life wasn't always hard for him. Whenever the Dursely's had to go anywhere, he stayed with Mrs. Figg and her nephew Sirius. While Mrs. Figg was mad as a hatter, and had her entire house smelling like cabbage. Sirius broke that monotony by being kind to Harry and explaining to him why strange things happened around him. At first Harry was skeptical that the explanation for all his 'freakishness' was magic. So Sirius proved the existence of magic by withdrawing his wand and muttering a quick 'repairo' spell and fixed Harry's glasses right before his eyes. However to fool the Dursely's into thinking Harry's glasses were still broken he wrapped tape around the nose piece. Harry didn't know why, but the more time he spent around Sirius the more it felt like he was reconnecting with a long lost relative.


"Sirius why can't I live here with you? I hate the Dursely's, all they ever do is make me do chores, and treat me like rubbish."

Sirius's heart went out to Harry, and that reminded him of why he hated Takemaru and Dumbledore for being responsible for Harry having to live with the Dursely's in the first place. However Sirius had plenty of time to grow up, and Understood Dumbledore's reason for Having Harry stay with the Dursely's under the blood protections. If the Death Eaters had ever found Harry's location he would have been tortured and killed in ways too horrible to describe. Not only that it would have been all over the headlines, which reminded Sirius of the fact that the Prophet hasn't mentioned any recent Death Eater captures, or ministry raids on Dark Wizard properties. He surmised that the remaining Death Eaters have either fled, or paid off the ministry.

"Sorry pup, if I had a choice I'd like you stay with me as well. Now how would you like to hear a story about your father. He and I went to the same school, and we were a group of pranksters. You wouldn't believe the amount of trouble we caused our professors."

For hours harry sat in rapt attention as Sirius told stories about flying motorcycles, werewolves, enchanted castles, and pranks on a greasy git named Snivellus. Harry often wondered at night alone in his cupboard if he would ever have adventures like the ones in Sirius's stories. He could already see himself flying on a 'top of the line' racing broom.

Unfortunately for Harry, Sirius's stories weren't the only stories he was subjected to at Mrs. Figg's. She would often tell, and retell every story about each and everyone of her seven cats. Harry could name off all seven in his sleep. Occasionally Sirius would cast the tarantellegra jinx on Mrs. Figg's cats and Harry would watch as they danced to the Electric-Slide, and burst in a fit of laughter. Sometimes Sirius would jinx the cats into performing musicals while they ate dinner, it was quite ironic to see actual cats performing CATS the musical. It was a miracle that Sirius never got reported for animal endangerment.

No amount of entertainment lasted long enough to make either Harry or Sirius forget about Harry having to return to the Dursely's.


Sirius sighed in sympathy for his godson. "Well Harry it's really dark out, and time I returned you to the 'three little pigs'." Sirius led a chuckling Harry out of Mrs. Figg's house and into the pitch black night. The only source of illumination were the street lamps. That's when they heard it, an unearthly howl. The very same howl that haunted Harry in his sleep, only now it was closer that he ever heard it before.

"RRRRrrrrrooooooaaaaaarrrrrrr"

A giant black distortion in the sky formed from nothing, directly in-front of HArry and Sirus. A horrifying creature stepped out of it. The creature was two stories in height, and it's body was humanoid in shape, and covered in thick red fur. It had hands the size of sewer lids with five five wicked elongated talons on each finger capable of rending flesh in seconds. In the center of the creature's chest was a gaping hole the size of size of a soccer ball. Covering it's head was a porcelain-like mask reminiscent of a lions skull, and behind the mask was a thick orange mane.

"So much reishi coming from such a tiny morsel HAHAHAHAHA" The creature laughed, keeping it's hunger filled, glowing red eyes on Harry. Harry crouched behind Sirius, shaking from fear trying to ignore the creatures hunger filled gaze.

"HEY you vile creature. Stay away from my godson." Sirius brandished his wand as if it were a sword, and pointed it directly at the creature's mask covered face.

"I'm no creature you fool. I'm a hollow and I'm here for the little morsel behind you. In other words it's FEEDING TIME"

Sirius didn't give the hollow any time to so much as lift a finger. He swished his wand at the hollow's abdomen "EVERBERO." The hollow was struck by an invisible force, and was sent flying back into several cars parked on the street. Not wasting any time, Sirius threw Harry over his shoulder and ran as fast as he could. Sirius fully intended to put as much distance as possible between himself and the hollow. Sirius was also hoping the enchantments around the Dursely's house would protect Harry.

"Sirius what was that thing? Why did you call me your godson?" Harry asked in a quiet voice.

"That thing is a hollow, whatever a hollow is. And to tell you the truth, I'm not really Mrs. Figg's nephew. She lets me use the time she's supposed to be watching over you to let me get to know you better. I pretended to be her nephew because the Dursely's wouldn't allow me to see you if they knew I was your godfather." Harry was at a loss for words, however he didn't have time to ponder that when the hollow reappeared not even one hundred feet from the Dursely's house. Sirius halted and placed Harry down.

"I had to open up a portal to catch up to you, and that attack of yours actually tickled. I will have my meal, and my REVENGE."

The hollow opened it's mouth and a glowing, pinkish ball of energy began to form. Sirius motioned for Harry to stay behind him as he prepared his next spell. The hollow aimed it's ball of energy at Sirius and released it. Sirius waved his wand in an intricate pattern "PROTEGO MAXIMA" the ball of energy collided with a golden dome, and rebounded into one of the neighbors picket fences. "I can't keep this up forever, I need a spell that can end this all at once. The only spell that can do that off the top of my head is Avada Kedavra. I can't use an unforgivable. The only other spell is one that Snivellus favors, but that spell is considered dark." One look at Harry's quivering form was all that was needed to convince Sirius of how bad the situation really was, and what he needed to do to.

Just as the hollow was about to charge up another pink ball of destructive energy. Sirius gathered up his magic, and might into one last spell. He violently slashed the air in-front of him and aimed his wand directly at the hollow's mask "SECTUMSEMPRA."

A red line began to form across the hollow's mask, dripping blood as though it was caused from a slash from an invisible sword. "NNNOOOOOOOO" the hollow screamed futility as it's head split into two pieces. The rest of the hollow's body fell to the ground with a resounding thud, and blood pooled around the area where it's head used to be. A wave of pure relief flooded Sirius as he fell to one knee, having used up a good portion of his magic in that spell. "Dark magic or not. That spell sure saved our lives. No wonder Snivellus favors it so much."

"Sirius there are more hollows coming." Sirius was about to ask how Harry knew, when at least twenty more black portals formed in-front of them and hollows off different sizes, shapes, and masks appeared in-front of them cutting off all access to the Dursely's house.

"What the hell is going on here?" Sirius knew he could take one, maybe two more hollows before he exhausted all of the magic in his body. "Harry when I tell you to run..."

"That wont be necessary."

Sirius and Harry turned around to see a man wearing a white hoari over a black kimono and hakama.

"Takemaru what are you wearing, and why are you here?" Sirius practically snarled.

Takemaru walked past the two wizards and stared the hollows down. "What I'm wearing is called a Shihakusho (garment of dead souls) what you saw me in last time we met was a gigai or as you would call it, a false body. I had to wear one or it would be quite odd for muggles to bump into someone they can't see. As for why I'm here, I'll tell you as soon as I deal with these low level hollows...OH, and you might want to take Harry at least ten yards behind me."

Not needing to be told twice he grabbed Harry and did as Takemaru instructed. "If that thing I fought was a low-level hollow, then what are the high-level ones like?"

"Our meal is getting away..." The hollows were about to advance when they felt a crushing sensation washing over them as though the gravity in the world grew in intensity.

"This one has high reiatsu, lets devour him instead." Harry now forgotten by the hollows. They were fixated on their new prey.

"Before anyone of you so much as thinks of 'devouring' me, lets have a battle to see if your worthy enough." Takemaru goaded the hollows.

"Your a cocky one, we'll give you that. However you don't stand a chance against us. We number in the twenties." The 'lead' hollow stated with an air of arrogance.

"You made a big mistake assuming that your quantity beats my quality." Takemaru held his left hand in-front of his face as though he was trying to grab something. A white mask began to form. It looked as though it were a demon's hannya mask seen in theatre, except it had no mouth opening. It had red lines under and above the large eye holes. The last prominent feature on the mask was the two large devilish horns protruding from the forehead.

"I havent had a hollow to hollow fight in a long time." Takemaru grinned as he placed the mask over his face. His sclera turned black, while the Iris turned pale yellow instead. "I'd suggest you start counting your last breaths. I intend to finish all of you in one attack." Takemaru said in a robotic monotone.

The hollows were enraged and began to charge in masses, bearing down their claws, fangs, talons, and various other sharp implements. Their intent was to skewer Takemaru. However the threat if imminent death didn't even phase Takemaru as he stood his ground. He raised his left hand outward toward the horde of hollows as though he was trying to reach out to them. Then a bright ball of dark red energy began to form in his outstretched palm. "This is the end for all of you." He stated like it was a well known fact.

The hollows still rushed towards Takemaru, completely ignorant of the red ball in his hand.

"CERO ESPARCIR." Takemaru said as he closed his hand around the ball of energy. The ball exploded outward in what looked like a red flash of light that took the form of a rain of oversized crossbow bolts. Each individual bolt struck a hollow and incinerated it's mask and head. After the 'crossbow' shower ceased. Takemaru turned around and waved his hand and his mask evaporated into smoke, just in-time for each hollow corpse to fall to the ground in a bloody heap.

Sirius and Harry were shocked at what they had witnessed. "What are you? And what kind of spell was that?"

Takemaru looked Sirius in the eye. "I am a spirit, more specifically I am a Vizard. What you witnessed was my 'Cero Esparcir'. It's a technique I use for the sole purpose of defeating multiple low-level hollows at once. It allows me divide the power of a normal Cero based on how many targets I intend to hit. It's not a technique I'd recommend using on a high, or even mid-level hollow. I created this technique to save valuable energy that would normally be wasted if I fired off multiple Cero's. Why use many when I can get the job done with one. For that reason I'd say this technique is ingenious."

Sirius still had one nagging question on his mind. "Why didn't anyone wake up and complain about the noise?"

"I cast a soundproof barrier around the neighborhood, and when the barrier fades away it will trigger the memory modification kido-spell I attached it to. Everyone will assume the damage was done by teenagers who were out late drinking and driving. Now lets go have a chat with the Dursely's about Harry's future living arrangements shall we?"

Sirius was about to ask what would be done about the hollow bodies that were making him gag, but decide he was better off not knowing.

Harry was too worried about the talk with the Dursely's to care about his surroundings. Needless to say the Dursely's were about to come face to face with what they have feared for the past six years.


(Author's Note)

Something I'd like to explain is Takemaru's purpose and power level. Takemaru was created to be a mentor-like character for Harry who is knowledgeable about magic and spiritual powers for reasons you will find out later. He was once a captain of the Gotei-13, if you hadn't guessed. Takemaru is equal in power to captains like Kyouraku and Ukitake. However if he fought them both at the same time he would lose. Yamamoto would have to resort to using Bankai if he wanted to defeat Takemaru at full power. The reason Takemaru is powerful is because he became a captain at the same time as Kyouraku and Ukitake. That puts Takemaru's age at 2,000 + years.

Some of you wonder about what I'm going to do for Harry's third year now that Sirius isn't going to be in Azkaban. All I can tell you is that is going to be a big year, yet it will stay close enough to canon. Somehow everything fits nicely.