I'm back! Told you guys that I'd have something out soon! I don't know if this is my best work but I think that it's pretty good. It will most likely be subject to change later. But for the moment I hope you guys enjoy this chapter.

"It's a long story my boy."

"We have time." Ichigo's voice had become harsh and demanding. Dumbledore, who missed Urahara's deadly glare, sighed and motioned for Ichigo to follow him. The two of them left the vault turning only to see the doors and the two halves of the crest on each. Now that the energy seemed to have disappeared Ichigo finally could get a proper look at it without feeling like he was being manipulated. It was like a red sun. The center was empty, the same color as the metal as the circle that formed it was further spreading its crimson rays in each direction.

"This is the family crest for the age old family of Kuro also known as the Wizard's Shadow Clan. Quite ironic yes." Dumbledore explained.

"Yeah, but what does it have to do with me, Old Man?" Ichigo asked, still examining it.

"They were one of the most established pure blood wizard families in all the world. Throughout history they remained in obscurity, training their young and guiding them in their practices. As a clan they protected the wizarding world from afar. Many of their members would later grow to become Prime ministers, presidents, kings, and queens of the world's greatest nations. They were the bringers of peace and our people's greatest treasures."

Ichigo tore his eyes from the vault and turned to Dumbledore. His reiatsu was jumping about making him and Urahara both tense up slightly. "I thought you said they were incognito. How would you guys know so much about them?"

"Many years ago, before even the founding of Hogwarts, wars were tearing the world to pieces. Witches and wizards who had never committed any crimes were murdered in cold blood, dark wizards turned to violence and furthered the madness…" Dumbledore's eyes darkened. "But the Kuros changed all that. They abandoned their previous ways of secrecy and stepped forward ending the conflicts. They erased all knowledge of the wizard world from the muggle memory and established a new center of government so that no dark wizard could throw off the balance once again."

'He almost sounds like… Crap! Is he-'

"They were treated like royalty for centuries until the time of the Hogwarts founders. The Kuro family, the age old protectors of the wizarding world stepped aside. Handing down their ancestral home to Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Salazar Slytherin they became the first judges of the wizarding world passing down the position of Mediator from Head to Head." Dumbledore looked into Ichigo's eyes sending shiver down his spine (not that he showed it). "Fifteen years ago their family was eradicated by a dark wizard by the name of Lord Voldemort. He hunted down each member of the family within Europe. Even those of distant relation. The only daughter of their family, a girl by the name of Masaki was to be the next Head as her father was killed in the attack. Her body was never found. Those who knew her believed that she had escaped, but those who did not claimed she too was slaughtered in the Kuro Massacre. The Mediator position has been empty ever since."

"Sorry, Dumbledore, but you've got the wrong person. My mother was Masaki Kurosaki. Not Kuro." Ichigo stated as he fiddled with a couple coins at his feet.

"I fear that they are right, Ichigo." Urahara mussed. Turning Ichigo saw Urahara staring at the pages of a black covered book. "I think your mother took on the last name of one her distant ancestors when she went into hiding. There are multiple Kurosaki's throughout the Kuro family tree it seems. While it isn't much different it would still have hid her from any prying eyes."

At this point all feeling had gone numb in his mind. The facts kept running rapidly through his head each smashing his reality to pieces more than the last. His zanpakuto and hollow spirits were shouting at him to get a grip, and he wanted to. But his body didn't seem to hold the same beliefs. Instead he stared at the crest on the doors unwilling and unable to tear his eyes away.

"I'm sorry Ichigo, but it seems like you are to be the next head of the Kuro family."

Ichigo's eyes glazed over with thought. His mother. His beautiful, kind, loving, honest mother had been a part of a noble wizard family and had never told her children anything about it. Now that he thought about it she hadn't spoken much about her past, he had just assumed that she thought he was too young to understand and wanted to wait till he grew up.

'But even then… would you have told me?' Ichigo thought. His hair covered his eyes as his fists clenched tightly. Rage was boiling through his veins. Not for his mother's secrecy, that he could respect, but rather for the man who caused her so much heartache. The man who murdered her whole family: his whole family!

"Ichigo!" Ichigo's eyes flew open. All around him he could feel the earth creaking, even the walls had stress fractures cropping up along their bricks. Quickly he reigned in his reiatsu, attempting to keep his hatred inside until he could find a better place to vent. Preferably a place where he wouldn't likely kill innocent civilians.

"Ichigo my boy, what was that?" Dumbledore asked. Seeing the already interested glint in the headmaster's eyes Ichigo sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"Japanese magic is tied specifically to your soul. Basically if your emotions get out of whack your magic does too. The stronger you are the more dangerous the output." He explained. "Sorry about that. I normally keep it in check."

"That! You can't possibly be telling me that a child is capable of catastrophic events simply by becoming… unstable!" Snape hissed. The Potions master was making his way toward him, wand drawn when Urahara stepped in the way, almost as if by accident. Almost.

"Yes, most people at Shino Academy don't completely believe it either. But he is one of our strongest students. If not the strongest. That was just a minor slip." The blonde laughed. "I do believe I taught him well. Don't you, Professor?"

Green met black and Ichigo could practically see the sparks flying. If Snape was being attentive enough he might have noticed that Urahara's hand had moved to Benihime who was tucked safely away in her cane form. Which often meant that Urahara was ready to get serious. Next came silence. No one moved but then again no one wanted to. If either of the hostile men so much as glanced in the wrong direction things would go south. And if one of the others intervened physically they could get hurt (or in Ichigo's case, he could hurt someone. After all he shared a body with an arrancar level hollow.) So instead Ichigo just sighed and walked past them into the vault.

"So, what you're telling me is that all of this," He motioned around to the riches. "Is mine?"

Dumbledore nodded.

"Sweet. Guess I'll just pack up some stuff and we can head out." Ichigo moved to shove some of the coins in his pockets but stopped when he realized that he had no idea what to grab.

"I take it from your hesitation that you don't understand our currency?" Dumbledore laughed. Ichigo scratched the back of his neck nervously, trying hard not to let anyone see his slight embarrassment. "The gold coins are galleons, the silver are sickles, and the copper are knuts. There are 17 Sickles in one Galleon, and there are 29 Knuts in a Sickle."

"Galleons, Sickles, Knuts?" Ichigo muttered. "Who names this stuff!"

Urahara just laughed and followed him inside the vault. "We'll meet you both outside. Just give us some time to gather ourselves and we will join you shortly." Dumbledore and Snape nodded before slipping into the darkness. But not before Snape's eyes met Urahara's for a moment, communicating the utter hatred the raven held for the blonde. Urahara, well, he just ignored him. Once their reiatsu had faded away Urahara turned to Ichigo. The boy's energy was leaping wildly and it was obvious he was trying to restrain himself, and barely succeeding at that. He let his green and white fedora slip so that his eyes were blocked from view, but if someone had been fast enough they would have seen that he was really hiding the pain he felt for his student. "I'm sorry, Ichigo."

Ichigo didn't say anything. Instead he kept shoveling the coins into a little silk purse he had found only a few feet away.

"You can't keep quiet forever you know. With your emotional state that's as destructive as the apocalypse. You're going to have to face your sisters at some point, your father, everyone." Urahara hissed. "Delaying the fact won't change the outcome."

More silence.

That is until Ichigo drew in a ragged breath and his fist connected with the stone floor, shaking the entire vault with the sheer force. "Fine you want to know what I'm thinking? I'm pissed! Alright! I'm hurt that my mother had to go through something like that and never even thought to tell us. And don't get me started on Dad! If he didn't know I would probably end up punching him anyways." His voice was strangled, like he was trying to hold back the flood of rage that was forcing its way through him. But Urahara didn't mind. The boy's reiatsu was calming down, like it always did when he vented. He just needed a push in the right direction.

Ichigo sighed again before straightening his back. "But most of all, when I find this Moldywart guy he's gonna wish for Hell."

Meanwhile…

Dumbledore and Snape calmly slipped out of the shadowed halls into the main entry hall. The goblin from before was still in the room, pacing, along with three other men. Each wore extravagant robes and grim faces. One glance and the professors already knew what was the matter.

"Let me, Severus." Dumbledore muttered. "Prime Minister, to what do we owe this honor?"

"You tell me, Albus." Fudge almost demanded as he turned to see Dumbledore walking his way. "I just get finished covering Harry Potter's accidental magic incident and then I'm told that Gringotts has been put on an unnecessary lockdown! The goblins are hesitant to supply any information and the only people allowed inside are four men! Two of which are professors at Hogwarts! So I ask you, what is going on?" He hissed.

Dumbledore's gaze momentarily flashed to the corridor that they had just come from. The corridor that led to the Kuro Vault and the newest Head of the Wizard's Shadow. After this his gaze returned to the minister's with a smile.

"I do believe that you wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try me."

Dumbledore himself began to pace, feet tapping on the marble floors with each step. "You must recall the Kuro Massacre."

"Of course! Who doesn't!" Fudge exclaimed. "The tragedy shook the entire foundation of our World. The Ministry almost fell with them!"

"It appears that the rumors of Masaki Kuro's escape were true." Fudge's face twisted into complete surprise.

"Merlin's beard, Albus!" He exclaimed. "What proof do you have?!"

"Does her son count?" Ichigo's voice rang out in the empty hall. Fudge who was already facing the direction the boy and his former mentor had come from couldn't help but see him as he emerged from the shadows. "Name's Ichigo Kurosaki, and Masaki Kurosaki was my mother."

Well, there you have it! The truth finally comes out! I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter. Feel free to review, favorite, or follow. I love hearing what you guys have to say and I will try to respond ASAP. But it's still your choice just giving you my input. ;)

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