A/N: Hi again! When you're looking for Bleachvolumes in bookstores in Holland, you have to go to a large city and then find yourself a very very rare store which sells them. Now I've been in Canada for the holidays and I was shocked to see that, when I was looking for The Blair Witch Project, I bumped into thirteen different volumes! I was sooo happy, I bought nine volumes, spread over the three weeks that I've been there. Now all I have to do is get the money to pay my parents back.

Hehe.

Anyway, it was my sixteenth birtday yesterday, so I was really happy to see that I got this chapter back from my betareader today. But I won't bother you anymore, here's to you the tenth chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.

Thanks to my beta-reader Byakuxhisa4eva! Thanks again!

It was Voldemort as Harry had seen him return on the graveyard. His slitted nostrils were there, his snake-like eyes were there, his inhuman skin was there. His glare of hatred and deceit… wasn't… there?

The person raised one of his eyebrows. "Voldemort? I know I haven't told you my name yet, but to assume such an insulting name like that…"

Anger arose inside of Harry's chest and a headache, fueled by hatred, seized his head. First daring to bring him back to a place where he'd never wanted to come again, then mocking him by acting like he didn't even know why Harry hated the man? And that was only one reason of many to hate him so much...

Without hesitation, Harry, fully aware that he was unarmed, threw himself on top of Voldemort and…

…he found himself standing back on the place in front of the large tombstone. How did he do that?

The Voldemort in front of him had a pulsing vein on his forehead. "Fine, if it means that much to you, I'll tell you my name."

"Don't talk shit to me, Voldemort," Harry spat, clenching his fists from the tension in his body. "I don't know what you're up to, but I'm dead already, okay? You got what you wanted."

"Stop calling me that," the apparently-not-Voldemort demanded. "I hate that name. I don't want you dead. I might as well commit suicide. I'm part of you, all right? At this moment, I'm not as happy with that either, but you can at least tolerate me. When you get out of here, release me."

Harry eased his fists and his headache lessened. "What are you talking about? I know where we are, and I know who you are."

"I'm not this… Voldemort you keep talking about. I'm your zanpakutou, Harry."

Harry's eyes widened and he took another look at his surroundings. There was no way that the real Voldemort would know about zanpakutous. He had to be careful, though. He wouldn't put it past Voldemort to be lying again.

"Then tell me something only I would know." Harry offered.

A sigh was his reply. "You are bothersome. But fine, I'll think of something. Uhm.. Oh, all right! In your time in Inuzuri, you have felt a weird reiatsu a couple of times. You just didn't know it was reiatsu yet. How's that for you?"

Harry blinked in confusion. "It's true that I never told that to anyone…"

"Do you trust me now?"

Harry shook his head. "Impossible…"

"Now," The true form of Harry's zanpakutou said. "I will let you wake up. When you do, attack that Urahara-guy for me, okay? Release me. Use my power and let it combine with yours. Call me out."

"Wait!" Harry yelled, wanting to ask another tons of questions. "I'm not done yet!"

"But I am," his zanpakutou replied. He clapped his hands and Harry felt himself being lifted from the ground. Harry wanted to protest some more, but the area around him dissolved into a blur and Harry spun around. The last thing he heard was a battle cry.

--

Urahara had placed himself next to Harry's body, trying to bring the boy out of his state of unconsciousness. However, he didn't expect to hear or see what happened after Harry had opened his eyes.

Harry's green irises shone fiercely and were surrounded by a circle of white light. His mouth hung open, as if trying to say something, but wasn't sure of what exactly. When he reached out for his practice weapon, Urahara seized it and tossed it behind him.

Harry stretched out his arm and grabbed something in mid-air. When he pulled back his arm, a katana had appeared out of nowhere. Unlike other blades, the hilt was a wooden one and there was a slight curve in the blade.

Harry turned around to faced Urahara.

"Seems like I've gotten my zanpakutou," Harry grinned.

Urahara blinked once. Then twice. Then his jaw dropped. "Seems like you're right…"

Harry chuckled softly in response. "Now, I'm really tired. Can we please call it off for today?"

His teacher nodded slowly. "Yeah, go ahead.. Isshin and I have to attend that meeting, anyway.."

"Good luck!" Harry said as he ran away, waving to Isshin. Isshin waved back. Then the captain turned around to face Urahara. "OI! IT'S WAY PAST TIME, KISUKE! WE'RE LATE!"

Urahara widened his eyes and then glanced at the clock. He yelped and hurried up to his feet. After signaling to Isshin that he would follow soon after, he scratched his neck in bewildering at Harry's astounding development. Then shunpo'ed to keep up with his friend.

Meanwhile, Harry ran through Seireitei. He kept repeating the name of his zanpakutou in his head and he was imagining all kinds of releases he would have. "..them all.. I wonder it look's like."

'I have a name, you know.'

"Yeah," Harry said, smiling awkwardly by being caught calling his zanpakutou an 'it'. He dashed around a corner.

'I would like you to use it.'

"Not yet," Harry murmured, slowing down his pace the moment he stopped recognizing the area.

'Why not?'

Harry stopped walking. "I'm lost. Oh, and I want to train with you, first."

'Go left. You'll know where you are, then. And when were you planning on training? Where and with who?'

"Thanks," Harry said, ignoring his zanpakutou's last question and looking around to see if anyone was near. When he didn't see any shinigami, Harry turned to the street on his left, just like his zanpakutou had advised. And indeed, Harry recognized the huge villa towering up next to him. And he also recognized the woman standing in the garden.

"Oi, Hisana!"

Hisana turned around to see who had called her name, and the moment she saw Harry, she started to shriek. "Harry-kun!"

"That doesn't sound good," Harry said upon hearing her voice. Her shrill and hoarse voice. "Are you still ill?"

Hisana grinned. "A bit. Byakuya-sama doesn't want me to leave the residence, but he's at work now and I really enjoy being outside. What are you doing here?"

The boy shrugged. "Nothing, actually. I just came back from the dojo, where I trained with Urahara."

"Trained with Urahara?" Hisana asked, while her hand rubbed her neck. "Why would you do that in the dojo? I thought he was your teacher at the academy?"

"Oh!" Harry said surprised. "Haven't you heard? I'm sorry not to have told you yet, but I'm off the academy and I've become a member of the twelfth division now! For already a day," he added, grinning.

Hisana stared back at him, disbelieving. "But you've been there for such a short time, how did you manage?"

"I'm just really good," Harry grinned. "But nah, I don't know. Urahara wanted me to join, and this was a way to be with you and Rukia more often, isn't it?"

Hisana smiled in respond. "I guess so. Congratulations."

Harry didn't reply to her. Hisana guessed that he hadn't even heard her. After hesitating a few seconds, Hisana called out his name. No respond. She waved her hand in front of his eyes and caused a blink. Then Harry shook his head wildly and gave Hisana a quick hug. "I gotta go."

In a rush, Harry ran away, leaving Hisana standing bewildered in the garden.

Why Harry had ran away, he had yet to find out himself. While talking to Hisana, he had felt a reiatsu, which he recognized immediately. He had felt it several times before, but he never knew whom it belonged to. And now, the normally hazy reiatsu felt stronger than ever.

Speeding up his pace, Harry ran out of Seireitei into Rukongai. His intuition told him that he shouldn't continue walking; that he should return immediately. What would Urahara say if he returned from the meeting, and Harry wouldn't be there?

Turning into the thirty-second district, Harry's heart skipped a beat. He held his breath for the longest of time, before realizing that he was probably the only one around who would even stand a chance against this sudden appearance. Harry tried to remember everything about hollows he had ever learned, desperate for some advice.

As he was remembering lessons he had had at the academy, Harry remembered what it was in front of him.

A Menos Grande.

--

"All the regular boring stuff, wanna bet?" the captain of the second division, Shihouin Yoruichi, whispered in Urahara's ear. Urahara nodded. "Dull. Falling asleep. Want my bed. You're on."

He and Yoruichi grinned at each other as they entered the large gathering room of the first division. While the second division's captain took her place at the beginning of the line next to Unohana of the fourth, Urahara walked over to his spot on the end of the line, next to Isshin, captain of the tenth.

"Other than the usual subjects we discuss," the captain commander started, causing Yoruichi and Urahara to grin, "I want to talk about the deal captain Urahara has made with an Academy-student. Urahara Kisuke, where did you get the idea of removing the student and transferring him into your division?"

Urahara raised an eyebrow. "You are really fast into realizing. How do you know?"

The captain commander frowned. "It matters not who my sources are. What were you thinking when you removed him from the Academy?"

Urahara sighed. "The guy is real talented. However, the training he would have received at the Acadmy wouldn't have suited him. I can assure you, captain, that with my training, he'll be an excellent -"

"I don't care," Yamamoto bellowed, tapping his cane on the floor. "Why would a captain waste his time on a mere academy-student?"

"Pathetic," the captain of the seventh division said. Urahara didn't quite remember the name. He used to refer to him as 'dude of seventh.' A couple of captains nodded on the saying.

Before Urahara could come up with a good answer, Kurosaki Isshin stepped forward and said, "I've seen him. He's just as good as Urahara says."

"Rubbish," dude of seventh said. But he was interrupted by the raised hand of Yamamoto. "If two captains agree on this boy's powers, I will not underestimate him. I will allow him to be your project. However, when if your duties to train this boy interfere with your duties as a captain of the Gotei 13, I will see to it myself that the boy will leave Seireitei once and for all."

"Once and for all?" Isshin grinned, looking around at the other captains. "You must mean that you'll send him back to the Acade"

"Once and for all," repeated the captain commander in a threatening tone.

The two captains gulped. But then Urahara smiled. "Of course, sir."

"Now that that is settled, I would like to continue with the weekly round of suggestions. Does anyone has something…"

"SIR!" The door was knocked open and Sasakibe Choujirou came running into the room. Upon realizing the thirteen sets of eyes boring into his, the poor Vice-captain bowed down and tried to excuse himself. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but there is an emergency in the thirty-second district of Rukongai."

"And of what importance is this?" Yamamoto asked, obviously annoyed by the interruption.

Sasakibe took a deep breath to compose his posture, and then said, "A Menos Grande was spotted."

Gasps went around the room. "Impossible," Captain Unohana said.

"Captain Kurosaki, go inspect the area. Everybody else is dismissed." Yamamoto ordered. "Captain Urahara, stay behind for a second."

Isshin gave the captain commander a quick bow before he disappeared in a flash of shunpo to Rukongai. While the other captains made their attempts to leave, Urahara shifted uncomfortably on his feet.

"Do you, Urahara Kisuke, realize what kind of problem you are bringing into Seireitei?" asked the captain commander as the last captain had left the room.

Urahara raised his eyebrows and shook his head. "If you are talking about Harry-san, I don't see a problem here."

"Idiot," Yamamoto murmured. "That Menos Grande… have you felt it's reiatsu yet?"

Once again Urahara shook his head. "If it's just an ordinary Menos, I'd-"

"It's not."

Confused, Urahara decided that he would just take the hint and locate the Menos. However, the moment he recognized more than just one reiatsu, he spun around and made it to the door.

"Where do you think you're going?" bellowed Yamamoto. But Urahara didn't reply with much more than a wave from the hand. He had sensed a shinigami near the Menos, and, to his greatest displeasure, it wasn't Kurosaki Isshin.

"Harry-san, what are you getting yourself into?" Urahara hushed as he made his way to the gates which led him into Rukongai.

--

Harry stood frozen on his spot. He had his zanpakutou drawn in his right hand, but his brain had sudden frozen – he couldn't remember anything, from the Academy, from training, nothing.

'What are you waiting for, an invitation? Go for it!'

"What? Oh, yeah, right…"

His voice was stronger than his motivation. Harry still couldn't move.

A piercing scream shook him out of his trance and he looked for the source of the sound. A little boy was laying flat on the ground and he was crying his eyes out for fear of the Menos. Noticing this, Harry gained his control of his limbs back and he sprinted towards the boy. As he did, the Menos seemed to have noticed Harry and he roared a howl Harry had never heard before.

'Release me, Harry.'

"No way!" Harry screamed, putting back his zanpakutou in his sash and tugging the little boy up at the arm from the street. "I haven't trained with you yet."

'Don't be an idiot! You need to fight! Even though you cannot defeat it, you can keep it busy until help gets to you.'

"I'm stupid?" shouted Harry, now lifting the boy in his arms and bringing him to the ground a couple of feet away, around a corner and out of vision from the Menos. "How am I supposed to know how to handle you? It could bring more danger than safety!"

'Just trust me, Harry!'

Harry grunted as he ran back. Drawing his zanpakutou again, he wondered what he was supposed to do exactly. Relying once more on the voice in his head, he pointed his sword towards the Menos and said,

"Blind them all, Keishu."

--

"Oh Haaaaaarry-san… Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarry-san…"

His body was heavy. His head ached. He could barely move his fingers. That voice was annoying. Even though it sounded from very far away.

"Now would be a good time to wake up, oh, Haaaarry-san…"

Harry grunted and turned his body the other way. "Let me sleep…"

"Good," Harry heard the man, now a lot closer, say. "You're awake. Get up, then, or at least sit up."

Suddenly, Harry recognized the voice. He opened his eyes and blinked a couple of times, without focusing his blurry vision. His arm reached out for his glasses, blinding groping for them, when they were pushed into his hands.

"What happened?" he asked, putting on his glasses and seeing Urahara sit next to his bed.

"You fainted," Urahara said, placing his hands behind his head, looking like he had just explained everything. "You seem to do that a lot lately."

"You cut me the first time!" Harry said defensively. "The second time.. well.. and.. oh! And that Menos? How did that end?"

"Isshin and I made it to you in time," Urahara replied. "It seemed that you released your zanpakutou and fainted."

Harry's heart skipped a beat from curiosity. "Did you see anything? What does my release look like? Did I get the Menos?"

Urahara grinned and leaned forward. "I didn't see it. You didn't get to the Menos at all. It seemed like you released it and fainted immediately."

"He is SO going to get it…," Harry said, falling back onto the bed. In a high and mocking voice he continued. "'Oh, Harry, just trust me! It'll be okay! It's all safe!'"

'I can hear you.'

"Well you better."

Urahara stood up, causing Harry to look up and ignore any further words from his zanpakutou. As his teacher turned around, he said, "Rest a little longer, Harry-san. We'll be seeing you tomorrow."

Harry nodded slowly. "Thanks."

Before he heard Urahara leave the room, his vision went black and he fell back into a deep and peaceful sleep.