Chapter 10: The other transfers' Boggarts

Me: Wow! Double digits!

Hitsugaya: So what?

Me: So what?! This is an important anniversary! Ten whole chapters! Now, in MY day, children weren't so rude and...

*twistedthinking3 continues rambling on about nonsense*

Hitsugaya: twistedthinking3 does not own Bleach or Harry Potter. You should know the drill by now.

Me: That's a lie! I totally own- mff!

Gin: Please excuse twistedthinking3. She hasn't been herself lately and... *sighs*

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Wow, this is a pretty short chapter. *sweat* Sorry!

Note: italics=Boggart speak

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Professor Mcgonagall strode through the hallways. She was very nearly late for the private D.A.D.A. lesson, and that would not do at all. She was known as the strictest Professor in Hogwarts, after all, and one must always practice what they preach, she thought sourly as she remembered Kurosaki scolding the other students for interrupting her class, only to do it himself five minutes later. Really, that boy had ISSUES.

Rounding a corner, she flicked her head impatiently at the students who were still out and about. The message was clear. Get to bed. Mcgonagall finally found herself at Professor Dumbledore's office, where the lesson would be held.

"Lemon drops," she said clearly to the stone gargoyle that guarded the staircase leading to her destination. She marched up the stairs, and threw open the door. There stood the three transfers, Gin Ichimaru, Byakuya Kuchiki, and, of course, Ichigo Kurosaki along with Professor Dumbledore and the rest of the teachers, all of whom were standing in front of a wardrobe. A very familiar wardrobe.

Feeling her temper flare slightly, Mcgonagall inquired, "Professor Dumbledore. May I ask why my clothing's home is here?"

"Ahh, Professor Mcgonagall..." smiled Dumbledore, carefully evading the question. "I'm glad to see you've arrived."

Snorting softly, Mcgonagall took her place in the line of teachers.

"Thank you for coming on such short notice," Lupin said to the transfers. "I understand this could be potentially awkward settings, but I make haste to assure nothing will be leaked out."

Byakuya nodded in agreement, along with the other two boys.

"We understand," Byakuya said smoothly. "Now bring out this... Creature."

"Of course." Lupin hurried out towards the wardrobe. "You'll be first, Kuchiki?"

"Yes."

Lupin opened the wardrobe, and out tumbled the Boggart. The Professors leaned forward curiously. They had heard of the horrors the other transfers possessed, but had never seen it for themselves.

Upon seeing the disaster before her, Professor Trelawney gasped dramatically and swooned. Mcgonagall would have rolled her eyes at the Divination teacher, if her gaze hadn't been glued to the terrible scene.

Renji and Rukia lay facedown on the floor, covered in blood. Behind them stood two figures, one male, and the other female, both wearing kimonos, and facing away from Byakuya. The man was the first to speak, turning towards Byakuya, revealing a sunken, bespectacled old face.

"You have stained the Kuchiki Clan honor," he said simply, then turned away once more.

The woman turned to face Byakuya, her large violet eyes brimming with tears.

Mcgonagall bit back a gasp. This woman looked nearly exactly like Rukia!

"I trusted you!" she cried. Byakuya looked as if he had been punched. "You said you'd protect Rukia!" Breaking down into tears completely, she sobbed, "You betrayed me, Byakuya-sama..."

"No, Hisana..." Byakuya breathed, obviously in horrible pain. "I wouldn't-"

The woman, Hisana, cut him off with a wave of her hand.

"Please, no more," she whispered. "Farewell, Byakuya-sama..."

Byakuya sank to the floor, head in his hands. The Professors looked on in shock. They had just witnessed a nightmare.

"This is worse than you imagined, isn't it..." Lupin said quietly. "This is nothing. That kid, Hitsugaya, his fear was far worse. I just..." he trailed off helplessly.

Dumbledore nodded. "Ichigo Kurosaki, if you'll please come up."

Looking shaken, Ichigo slowly advanced towards the Boggart, and noticing his arrival, it quickly morphed into a brown haired man.

"That's the same guy who was in most of their fears!" hissed Lupin. "I don't really know anything about him, or his history with the transfers, but I can honestly say I believe he is their version of You-Know-Who. His name seems to be 'Aizen.'"

Dumbledore nodded. He would have to talk with the transfers someday. All of them. At separate times, though, he decided. Maybe towards the end of the year.

"Well, this is quite the interesting turnout," Aizen began. "You know, with me out of prison, and you without your powers... It makes it that much easier to kill everyone, since you have no way to protect them."

Several Professors jumped back as dead bodies, some wearing the black uniform of the others nightmares,the rest normal muggle clothing, appeared around the room, but Dumbledore, Mcgonagall, and Lupin stood steadfast. The worst was yet to come.

"Now all that's left is you." Aizen turned his cold gaze on Ichigo. "On second thought, I'll leave you alive. I think you'll be in much more agony alive than dead."

Aizen laughed. "In fact, I quite like this world!" he exclaimed. "You know, I might just-" he was cut off as Lupin strode in front of Ichigo.

"That's quite enough!" he proclaimed. "Looks like its your turn, Gin."

Gin paled slightly, and Lupin knew, in that moment, the silver haired transfer student already knew what his fear was, and didn't like it one bit. But nevertheless, Gin walked up to the Boggart, head held high and eyes slitted shut.

The Boggart already began to transform. It morphed into Aizen again, and Lupin wondered what the bastard had done to make the transfers this damn afraid of him! Then he noticed a final detail.

The brown haired man was holding up a voluptuous, blond woman by her throat.

Aizen turned to Gin. "Why, hello Gin!" he greeted the tall teen. "It's been awhile, hasn't it? I can barely remember the last time we talked! Oh, no, that's a lie. I believe the last time we spoke, you betrayed me and attempted to kill me. Now how do you think I feel about that?"

Gin's attention was riveted on the blonde woman. "Ran-chan..." he whispered hoarsely in horror. The girl tilted her head slightly to look towards Gin.

"Run... Gin..." she managed, her hands weakly grasping at the fingers encircling her slender neck.

"That's right, Gin," Aizen mocked. "Abandon the woman you gave up everything for."

"Gin..." blood leaked out of the corner of her mouth, while tears flooded her sky blue eyes.

"Why do you even care?" asked Aizen cruelly. "What was that you said? Wasn't it something like: 'I am a snake. My skin is cold. I have no heart. I slither around, seeking prey with my tongue, and I swallow my favorites whole.' She's one of your favorites, correct? What would you do if I kill her? Torture her? I can make her believe it was all you, you know. It wouldn't be too hard-"

"That's enough!" Mcgonagall declared. "How can any of you call yourselves Professors?!"

Several teachers mumbled and suddenly found the floor to be excruciatingly interesting.

"I don't understand these students' past, and nor do I particularly want to, but I refuse to scar them in this manner!"

"It's all right, Professor," said Byakuya coldly, brushing off her concerns. "We've all seen far worst."

"B-but you-!"

"Follow me," Byakuya instructed to his companions.

"Yes," they agreed, filing out of the office.

"See you tomorrow!" Ichigo called cheekily to Mcgonagall, all symptoms of his formal distress gone.

Mcgonagall sighed deeply. There was something wrong with these students. And she would find out what.

Dawn broke the next day. Hitsugaya climbed out of bed, yawning widely. He hadn't been getting much sleep lately, as he had been purging the school of unwanted reading materials concerning Shinigami. He just hoped it wasn't too late.

Stumbling down to breakfast, Hitsugaya considered a new crisis that had been slowly rearing its ugly head: Ichigo was steadily losing his Shinigami powers. The small Captain had already sent a letter to Commander Captain, now it seemed all that was left to do was wait.

Hitsugaya poured himself some tea. Sipping the soothing liquid calmly, he glanced around the Great Hall. Potter and his friends were talking intensely, every so once in a while stealing a look at the transfers, then turning back to each other. Hitsugaya frowned. Had they managed to read something before he destroyed it? His musings were interrupted when the giant doors leading to the Great Hall swung open.

Curiously training his sharp teal eyes towards the newcomers, Hitsugaya let out a gasp.

"Shiro-chan?" called a small, tentative voice.

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Whoa! Cliffhanger! Or kind of. Guess who the two 'newcomers' are! It shouldn't be too hard... At least reader-sama should be able to figure out one of them... :)... This feels kind of strange... The Boggarts were the whole reason I wrote this fanfic, and now I've done all of them...
Review! This is the tenth chapter! Please!

Note:You're right, Prucanisthewaytogo, the Golden Trio have no morals. *snigger* I wonder what they'll do next?