"English"

"Japanese"

'Thoughts'

'Zanpakuto'

Don't Go!

Days had been long and boring in Number 12 and Ron was seriously considering asking the twin's to come visit; to take a break from their joke shop, even if it meant he was pranked the entire time they were over. Anything to kill the boredom. Not only was he dead bored, but his best friend had become more of a workaholic than even Hermione.

Pouting, Ron looked over at the white haired teen sitting on one of the armchairs of the stuffy sitting room they were occupying at the moment. He was sitting in the lotus position with a stack of papers and an open book on his lap, Toshiro was so focused on jotting down notes about potions (the main subject he had less knowledge about from Harry's memories) that he didn't notice the red-head staring at him intently.

What was with him? Ron wondered: Yeah, he kinda looked like his Harry, if not cuter, but his fun-loving personality had all but disappeared. He also used to be very talkative; always thinking aloud and very obvious when trying to hide something.

But this new Harry, he was like a grumpy-adult, if not a grumpy old man! He was also ridiculously good at hiding what he's thinking most of the time; Ron had discovered not long after the shinigami's arrival that the only what to get a reaction from him was to insult his height or treat him like a kid.

"Wha!" a cry startled Ron from his thoughts; his head snapped to the sound and saw that all of Toshiro's hard work was being trampled and laid upon by Hermione's large ginger cat.

"Crookshank!" Toshiro growled, trying to pull the animal from his lap, but the feline denied him by digging in his claws and purring in an almost mocking manner. "Off! Off me, you beast!"

Sniggering, Ron stood-up and made his way over to the struggling teen wrestling with the cat "Need a hand?" he smirked, watching as the Captain tried to salvage his notes.

"Don't!" Toshiro cried as the red-head leaned down to pull the cat from his lap "Its claws feel like they've hooked under my skin!" he explained; not wanting the animal to take his skin with it if Ron pulled. Gasping, as Crookshanks dug his sharp claw even deeper.

"What's up with him?" Ron wondered at the cat's unusual behavior.

"I have no idea, but if it doesn't release me this instant Hermione-chan will be receiving a new cat-skin handbag!" Toshiro growled, his hand slowly reaching to the side of the armchair where Hyorinmaru lay.

"Don't even think about it, Toshiro Hitsugaya!" Hermione yelled, marching into the sitting room; arms full of books. Dumping them onto the old coffee table with a loud 'THUD'.

"Then if you'd be so kind as to remove this beast from me, I would be eternally grateful." Toshiro gasped as the feline's claws dug deeper once again.

"Boys!" Hermione muttered rolling her eyes at the fussy Captain before sitting down on the sofa and tapping her lap "Come on Crookshanks!"

Seeing his mistress, the cat leaped from the short Shinigami's lap before jumping up to Hermione's warmer one and curling up to sleep.

"…That's not fair in any sort of manner." Toshiro scolded, trying to un-crease his notes.

"What's up with your cat?" Ron asked, sitting next to Hermione on the lumpy sofa.

"Nothing." she stated, grabbing one of her books "He just wants some attention." she confirmed, stroking the orange fur with her free hand, "I think he's been lonely because I've been too busy studying so much recently, I just haven't had time for him"

"Well, make time for the beast" Toshiro grunted, rubbing his lap before going back to his potions book.

"Aren't you a cat-person or something, Toshiro?" Hermione wondered.

"No." he stated "I preferred reptiles; like dragons"

"Hmm.." Hermione nodded, thinking it over "I guess that's no surprise; you are a Parseltongue after all"

"Oh yeah!" Ron blinked in astonishment "I forgot…"

"Parseltongue?…" Toshiro scanned his old memories for a moment "Ah. Snake language."

"Yeah. Didn't you use Parseltongue after becoming a shinigami?"

"No." the captain stated simply, turning back to his notes "There are not many animals in the Soul Society. The closest I've been to a snake has been Hyorinmaru's attack-form" he explained, uncaring about the others confusion.

"Attack form?"

"Yes. He forms a large dragon made of ice when needed."

"Cool…" Ron muttered, not quite grasping the concept.

"Quite so," Toshiro smirked before turning them out as he went back to work.

"Don't go!" Sirius cried, clinging to the short teen's waist desperately.

"Come off it, Sirius" Remus frowned, hands on his hips in annoyance.

It had been a month since Toshiro's arrival and as the time crept closer to the start of the school year, Mrs. Weasley had demanded that Ron, Toshiro, and Hermione come to the Burrow and spend time with the family. And of course, when the day came around for them to leave, Sirius had other plans.

Much to Toshiro's annoyance.

"But I want him to stay!" the ex-convict whined.

"Fine" Remus stated, giving the other hope... Before the werewolf smirked cruelly down at him "But you have to be the one to tell Molly."

When hearing this, Sirius jumped back; releasing the Shinigami like touching him burnt. Toshiro rolled his eyes at the man's cowardice; it's not like the woman could do him any real harm…other than deafening him, maybe.

"Can we just go?" Ron demanded, his bag slung over one shoulder. Marching over to them, he grabbed Toshiro's slim wrist before dragging him over to the fireplace "I don't want Mum whining at us for taking so long" he muttered, cheeks reddening as he felt the others cool, soft skin against his own.

"Agreed." Toshiro nodded as all three of them squeezed into the large fireplace and Hermione grabbed a hand-full of floo-powder.

"Bye!" she called before releasing the powder "The Burrow!"

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