AN:I do not own Bleach or Harry Potter


The group of seven students emerged from the locker room dressed in the blue and silver uniform's of Ravenclaw, each with a broom in one hand and two with a bat in the other. They made their way through the poorly lit passageway, the sound of the outside world filtering through the wooden planks overhead.

As they continued their journey Roger slung his arm over Toshiro's shoulder. The white haired captain tightened his grip on the broom in his hand to avoid slapping the offending appendage away, "Listen Toshiro, don't worry yourself about being perfect out there. Just remember what we've gone over in practice and you'll be fine." The third year shook his head a little and smiled broadly at him, "You can't do worse then my first game. Took me nearly an hour to settle in. Missed a couple of easy goals cause of nerves. Just stay calm out there and you'll be fine." He ended giving him an encouraging smile.

Randolph Burrow looked over his shoulder at the two of them, "Just remember not to freeze to death out there. If your fingers start turning blue let the captain know." Toshiro watched him turn back around as they continued down the deserted passageway.

The team came to a stop at the gate and formed up in two lines with Sam in front, Toshiro stood in the back row. As they waited there Toshiro began to get anxious, just wanting the door to open and the game to start. A few minuets later and they received their signal, "Mount up!"

Hitsugaya swung his leg over the wooden broom as the door opened and the cold December air rushed in, bring with it the roar of the crowd. Shivering slightly, the rest of the team launched into the cold, Toshiro kicked off the ground and flew out after them. Soaring high into the clear sky he began flying by the towers. A genuine smile found its way to his lips as he flew through the bitter cold air, it reminded him a little of his own bankai, which he had been unable to release in well over a year. He could feel the dragon inside agree as it roared in pleasure as the cold air whipped by his head, and the snow covered ground flew by below. But as the memories faded and he returned to the present he could see the others forming up. So he turned his broom and found his place at midfield.

Taking his place on the left side he looked down at Madam Hooch as she walked out, he could hear the announcer in the background but ignored him, his attention focused on the women below him. "Now, I want a good clean match. Understand?" She looked at all the players as they nodded their heads in acknowledgement. Satisfied, she kicked open the trunk next to her. The two bludgers shot out of the case at rapid speed quickly followed by the golden snitch.

With a final surveying glance she threw the quaffle into the air.

The two teams launched into action with the beaters falling back to provide cover from the bludgers while the center chasers launched for the ball. Hufflepuff emerged with the ball and began flying down field, his fellow chasers forming up beside him. Toshiro was unable to get in front of the wedge before they faked low before launching the ball at the middle hoop, Hitsugaya watched the ball sail past Grant's hand and in for a score. As a cheer filled the sky Grant brought the quaffle back and threw it to Randolph.

Randolph gave a nod to his team and took off with Davies, the two of them tossing the ball back and forth as they wove through the Hufflepuff defense, until a bludger struck Randolph sending him off course and dropping the quaffle. Davies snatched it before anyone else could get there and continued to press down field. The defense began to smash into the third year as he was sandwiched between two yellow clad flyers. As they got closer to the goals he was in no position to make a play, in desperation he looked over his shoulder and lobbed the red ball over his shoulder to his white haired companion. Toshiro was wide open as he caught the ball and took the open shot, the ball blew through the hoop and the crowd erupted. Hitsugaya smiled at as he pulled away while Roger and Randolph came over and gave him a quick pat on the back for his first goal before they were forced back to work.

And so the two teams exchanged goals for the next couple of hours, neither able to pull away to a definite lead. So it was that Toshiro was sitting on his broom absentmindedly running cold fingers over his left thigh were a bludger had glanced off him. His teal eyes following Madam Hooch as she brought the quaffle to Randolph to take a penalty shot.

Roger was next to him blowing into his hands trying to warm them up. The boy looked over at his companion, "How's the leg?"

The first year didn't take his eyes from the ball, "It's fine, just a little sore." Hitsugaya silently cursed Kisuke for giving him such a life like gigai. It didn't help that he had to handicap himself to a believable human reaction time, preventing escape, nor could he protect himself with a lair of reishi to negate the blow, people may notice if he walked away without any mark to show from meeting a bludger. No, he had to play at a human level, still it was fun when he wasn't being smashed by flying metal balls. "How's your shoulder?"

Roger rolled his left shoulder experimentally, "Not great, I won't be able to take a shot with my left arm. But don't worry, I can still play."

His attention returned to the game as the boy raced off the line heading straight for the top goal, his arm cocked back to fire, just as the keeper was moving to make the block he pitched the nose of his broom down and let the ball go. Five easy points for Ravencalw, after a moment to savior the score the game resumed as the bludgers charged the players and seekers got back to work.

Hitsugaya soared high into the sky to get a better vantage point. Looking down he saw the Hufflepuff keeper getting ready to return the quaffle to play, while he watched the seekers out of the corner of his eye. As the green chasers began to move forward dogging incoming bludgers Toshiro leaned forward and shot down, the cold air biting into his face. He timed his strike perfectly, just as the ball was being passed to avoid Davies reaching hand he snatched the ball from the air and flew down field. Nothing but the keeper between him and another goal, the poor keeper didn't have a chance as the ball flew through the air for another ten points.

Even as he was coming about to get on defense he heard the crowd erupt before focusing on the voice of the announcer, "She's got it! She's got it! Jill Silverstone has caught the snitch! 150 points for Ravenclaw! Ravenclaw wins, 390 to 220!" Hitsugaya came to stop, his eyes roaming the crowd as his ears took in the cheers of the crowd. The Ravenclaw section was going crazy, and while the rest of his team was flying around the stadium doing a victory lap he sat on his broom taking the thundering crowd and the cold air with a small smile on his face. The Hufflepuff team just landed at midfield and waited.

As their victory celebration was ending the team gave a final wave to the fans before descending back to earth and walking towards their rivals. As the two teams each formed a single line they passed each other, shaking hands and congratulating each other on a well played game before heading inside. As Toshiro entered the tunnel, and the sound of the crowd diminished, he heard his companions laughing and talking, he didn't say much as he and the team headed back towards the locker room. Once inside he set down his barrowed broom and looked around, the talking had died down as the adrenaline faded and everyone realized just how cold they were, and the sweat they had worked up playing didn't help.

Toshiro quickly hopped in the shower and let the scalding water bring his temperature back up to normal and relax his tired muscles. And it did, soon enough they were all dressed in their street clothes and hurrying back to the castle through the frigid air. As Sam answered the riddle and the door to the tower swung open Toshiro could hear the loud noise of a party going on. No one had ever accused Hitsugaya as being a party person and they wouldn't start now, the library was starting to look like a good way to spend the rest of his evening. Just as he was turning to go two firm hands landed on his shoulders, "And just were do you think you're going?"

The white haired boy turned his head to see the grinning face of their keeper, Grant. "If you must know, I just remembered there was something that I wanted to check on in the library. Now if you will excuse me." Toshiro made to shrug off the hands holding him in place, but they only tightened.

"You spend to much time in that place as it is mate, you need to relax. Isn't that right Roger?"

The third year chaser nodded his head, "There is more to life then studding Toshiro. We just won a tight game, now its time to celebrate!"

"Enough talking people, there is a party waiting for us upstairs. So lets go, everyone." Despite the joy of winning Sam didn't look like she was in the mood to be argued with and Toshiro resigned himself to his fate.

The common room was much like he expected, filled with noisy people crowded around the tables that were filled with snacks and drink. Once they spotted the new arrivals they let out another cheer, which inside the confined space of the tower seemed all the louder, before they rushed them. Soon Hitsugaya found himself fighting his way though a mass of bodies who kept grabbing his hand to shake, patting him on the back, rubbing his hair like he was a little kid, shoving food and drink right into his face and hands, all the while praising and congratulating him. Toshiro was immensely relieved as he made it though the gauntlet and emerged into the relatively empty space beyond the crowd.

Waving off another well-meaning person who was offering to get him something to drink he made his way towards the fire and the relative calm it offered. The sound of revelry increased as time went on, and though he was tempted to just run off to bed and ignore this entire thing he stayed. Mostly out of a sense of duty as this party was to celebrate the Ravenclaw Quidditch Team and their victory, but Yoruich had reminded him he could not just cut himself off from his classmates, and so he stayed. And so despite how uncomfortable he was he moved into the crowed and began to began to talk with his house mates.

Moving through the crowd he made he spotted a single girl standing near the snack table, shaking his head Toshiro made his way to Hermione. When the brown haired girl saw him she perked up, "Toshiro, it's good to see you. I'm sure every one else has already said it but, congratulations on the win."

"Thanks. It does feel good to win." Toshiro spent the next few minutes listing to Hermione's view of the game before she branched off into school topics. After about twenty minutes in which he said very little he politely excused himself and began to make his way across the room, noting how Yoruichi was upstairs, likely sleeping, he made his way towards the exit. Slipping out of the tower was easy, and in no time he was moving through the silent halls towards his destination.

It wasn't long before he was standing in front of a barren stretch of wall on the seventh floor. Hitsugaya paused before the wall, a debate raging in his mind. After more then three months here he still had no answer as to what was causing him to sense something that neither Yoruichi or any ghost he asked could sense. So here he stood, staring at the wall, going over everything he had ever been taught trying to decide if there was something there that only he could sense or if he was going crazy.

Finally he made up his mind and approached the wall, his mind focusing solely on the need for answers to whether or not he was loosing his grip on sanity. He walked the familiar stones three times and waited for the elusive presence to make its fleeting appearance, when the first crack in the wall appeared he felt it return as it always did . Then something strange happened, instead of vanishing as the door formed it simply faded, as if traveling away from him till he could no longer feel it. When the entrance to the room was finished forming he moved forward cautiously.

The room had changed from what he usually saw, where normally it was empty save for the support columns now it was filled with all manner of…stuff. Moving through the room he saw piles of broken furniture, thousands upon thousands of books piled on the floor or littered across numerous bookshelves, rusted swords and axes lay here and there, the remains of creatures both large and small were scattered throughout the room and that was just the beginning of what he saw. As he took this all in he heard the crack of the wall resealing behind him, alone in the room he came to a stop and look at the eclectic collection that surrounded him. The room itself seemed larger, and the presence had disappeared once again.

Letting out a sigh he folded his arms across his chest and began to wander through the room looking at the strange things stored here. As the minutes went by he wasn't sure what he was even looking for, or if he would know it when he saw it, but refused to let that fact deter him. Stopping at one of the piles he reached down and picked up one of the buried books. Blowing off what seemed like and inch of dust, he looked at the old tome and flipped it open and settled his eyes on the chapter heading, "The twelve uses of virgin's blood?", his eyes scanned through the text while a look of disgust settled on his face, "What the hell is wrong with these people!" Slamming the book closed he dropped it back into the pile and moved on down the line wondering if the author had passed through the gates of the underworld after his death.

Suddenly he stopped his journey, he could just sense it, it was so small he wasn't sure how he could even feel it. Following it he moved through the room, ignoring the junk that lined his way, until he felt he was moving away from it instead of towards it. Looking around he saw nothing that stood out and began to backtrack, his eyes evaluating everything they landed on. And so he spent several hours getting closer, then further away, stopping here and there to look through random piles of junk. Letting out a frustrated growl he was tempted to pick something up just to throw it but restrained himself, remembering how the last book he threw knocked over a highly combustible vile that proceeded to explode.

Taking a deep breath he focused his mind on the task at hand, he had determined that it was a reiatsu signal he was following, a ridiculously small signal, but reiatsu all the same. Of course that had not helped him find its source, so here he was still rummaging through piles of refuse. Standing from the pile of debris he had been searching through he looked around, he was so close, he just could not find it. He had been searching for hours on end and was about to leave when something caught his eye. Cocking his head a little he saw something reflecting the torch light and began to move towards it.

If asked later he wouldn't be able to explain why he was drawn to it, but he was, and soon found himself standing in front of a bookshelf, the gleaming item that caught his eyes was on one of the high shelves. Cursing his luck and his height Toshiro jumped lightly into the air and gathered the spirit particles in the air under his feet forming a platform on which to stand. Now that he had a clear view his teal eyes looked over something that seemed completely out of place for this room. A women's crown made of gleaming silver and lined with diamonds and gemstones. The intricately designed metal was shaped to give the appearance of a bird with wigs opened wide, a large dark green stone made up the body of the bird and there was a beautifully made head turned to the side that sat just above the stone. The crown seemed familiar to Hitsugaya but he couldn't say why, he had never been here before after all.

Reaching out with his hand he picked up the crown and leapt down to the floor. Turning over the object in his hand he could feel that there was certainly a tiny amount of reiatsu coming form it, but there was something else to, something dark. Deciding he would need to investigate further he continued his examination of the item. Looking at the front, he saw etched across the surface on either side of the stone, "Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure." Reading those words again he realized they were Ravenclaw's motto. Letting out a yawn he realized just how tired he was, deciding he could look into it later he made his way towards the door to head back to the common room and his warm bed.

The halls were still empty as he made his way back to the tower and he was glad he wouldn't have to explain why he was up and this ungodly hour. Answering the riddle he silently made his way up the stairs, it was then that he let out a groan as he felt someone still in the common room. Hiding the crown behind his back he walked in only the see a Hermione sitting at one of the tables reading a book, upon closer look she had changed her clothes from the party indicating he may have been gone longer then he thought. Of course the moment he entered she looked up at him surprised, "Where have you been? You know no one is suppose to leave the dormitories until seven." Toshiro just looked on without saying anything, "You do know what time it is don't you?"

Toshiro looked around the room hoping for something that would tell him, but he didn't see anything, "No."

The girl let out an exasperated sigh, "It's just past six thirty. Don't tell me you have been gone all night." When she didn't get an answer from her companion she got up, "At least tell me you weren't caught."

"I wasn't. No one saw me."

Hermione let out a breath she hadn't know she was holding, "Thank goodness." Now that she knew he was fine she shifted into lecturing mode, "What were you thinking, do you know what kind of trouble you'd be in if you were caught! What were you even doing all this time."

Toshiro looked at her, "What are you doing up at this hour Hermione? Normally you sleep in don't you?"

The bushy haired girl glared at him, "I was studding for our Herbology test Tuesday. Now stop changing the subject, what were you doing out?"

Hitsugaya was trying to think of what to tell her, she was determined to get an answer and soon others would begin to trickle down and this conversation would become even less private. Toshiro knew when to give a little and this was one of those times, besides she may be of some help with her knowledge of obscure things. Lowering his voice he approached her, "Can you keep a secret Hermione?"

The girl gave a hesitant nod now, wondering what he was about to tell her. "I noticed something odd earlier and went back to check it out."

"And?"

Toshiro scanned the room to ensure they had no unseen guest before pulling the crown out from behind his back, "I found this."

Hermione took a sharp breath when she saw what he was holding, "That's…that's…do you know what that is?"

Hitsugaya looked at the item again before giving a small shake of his head, "No. I had planned to look into it tomorrow, well, today."

Hermione tore her eyes away from what he was holding to look at him as if he was an idiot before she hissed as him, "You don't know what this is? It's the Lost Diadem of Rowena Ravenclaw."

Toshiro thought about what she said, "That sounds familiar."

"It should, its legendary. People have been searching for it for nearly a thousand years."

"Then how can you be sure this is it?"

Hermione turned and pointed towards the statue by the door, "We see it everyday Toshiro, and it has her motto written on it. Though. I suppose it could be a fake." She finished looking thoughtful.

Toshiro was tired and ready for bed, "We can talk about it latter, I'm going to get some sleep. And Hermione," he waited until she was looking at him, "remember, don't tell anyone about this." The girl nodded back and he let out a sigh before turning and heading for his room wondering if she would keep her word. Placing the crown in his trunk he saw Yoruichi looking at him, "We'll talk about it latter, I need some sleep. Don't let anyone in my trunk." The cat nodded and soon Toshiro was sleeping deeply in his bed.


I am sorry this chapter took so long to get up. I rewrote this chapter several times trying to get it right. I spent a lot of time trying to figure out how to do Quidditch with out doing a play by play for a two hour game as that would be boring after awhile. I wanted to show that not every game ends quickly but still have some entertainment from it without going into a lot of detail, not sure I succeeded. And I decided penalty shots were half of regular goals.

Regarding the Diadem, there is a piece of Voldemort's soul attached to it in the form of a Horcruxe and it is stored inside the Room of Requirement. I figure that there would be a trace amount of reiatsu associated with that piece of soul and when the Room is changing itself to fit the users need, or resetting, there would be a moment when the room had no definition, that being a moment when everything kept in the room was in a kind of void on the other side of the wall, this is when Hitsugaya can sense the reiatsu coming from the room.

Of course the reason only he can sense it is the fact it is so small and only there for a moment, he can only sense it because he has been exposed to it in the form of Professor Quirrell and Lord Voldemort. He associated it with Professor Quirrell on in unconscious level which is why it was familiar, but because of Voldemort's state his reiatsu is being smothered by Quirrell's, who has a whole soul and thus more reiatsu, this is why its familiar and yet unrecognizable to him. Sorry if that seems to complicated but I thought I should explain it here so I won't have to in the story. Any feedback would be appreciated.