Disclaimer: I own neither Harry Potter or Bleach; they belong to J.K Rowling and Tite Kubo, respectively. I also do not endorse cruelty to Owls, as they are beautiful creature, and do not suggest that anyone should act in the ways mentioned in this fic.

AN: Okay, this is my first ever fanfic. I am really nervous but I hope you enjoy it. It's a crossover between Bleach and Harry Potter. I have always like crossovers between these two series but I have not seen very many featuring all my favourite characters, so I thought that I should write one. It takes place in 5th Year It contains SLASH, so if you dislike slash, you probably won't like this, even though it is very mild. I'm not sure about the frequency of updates, but because I'm off school at the moment, they shouldn't be too far between. So, for now, enjoy!

Warnings: Slash/Yaoi, bad language, cruelty to Owls

Pairings: This fanfic may contain Ikkaku/Yumichika, Renji/Rukia, Ichigo/Rukia, Ron/Hermione, Remus/Sirius, Harry/Orihime, Ishida/Luna, Draco/Yumichika and Matsumoto/Every straight male in Hogwarts. There may be more and I will add those as I get to them.

Chapter 1: A Long Awaited Meeting

It was a dark night and deep inside a small grimy square in North London, chaos was brewing.

This area was not the type of area you would expect as a war base, but, strangely enough, that was the exact purpose that it was being used for. For, if a bystander was to walk down a small side alley, past the heavily graffitied walls, and into the large square, who's dingy houses loomed menacingly in their run-down extravagance, they would be within a few yards of a place where a great movement was taking place, where history was being made.

Were anyone to look closely at the houses in that street, the rather aptly named "Grimmauld Place", they would have only noticed one strange thing about the houses: that there was no No. 12. The residents of the area had long since accepted the obvious mistake, but, naturally anyone around would find it rather odd.

A streetlamp illuminating the overgrown square and loose cobbles flickered, and in the split-second of darkness a man had appeared, silently standing in the centre. No-one by chance glancing out of a window would have found him out of place: his dark brown and rather threadbare coat blended into the background nicely. The light caught his young but weary face, reflecting off of the flecks of silver in his brown hair, and he flinched slightly, shying away from the warm glow. The man pulled a beaten pocket watch out of his coat and glanced at it, before replacing it again, now with a determined expression on his face. Walking quickly, he made his way over to the houses, before stopping and staring at the spot where No.11 ended and No. 13 began, as if he was waiting for something.

As he watched, the two houses seemed to ripple, before splitting apart as another house grew between them. The yowl of a startled cat was audible, but the shabby man didn't flinch as he stepped onto the porch of a house that's rusting silver lettering declared it to be the missing No.12.

His pale hand paused over the bell pull, and he withdrew his hand and let it settle instead on a silver snake door-knocker, once regal, but now faded and rusting. Lifting it, and wary of what he knew would not take kindly to loud noises, he gently rapped on the door.

The door opened almost immediately, and he started as he looked down, further than he thought he would have to. A red-headed girl stood before him, warm brown eyes smiling up at him. He returned her smile, tiredly. She seemed to have been waiting by the door for his arrival.

"Hi, Professor Lupin," the girl said, her smile not dying as she let him in.

"Hello, Ginny. I'm here for the meeting."

"Oh yeah, that." Her face darkened somewhat, as if reminded of something. "Well, I guess you know where the room is, then"

Lupin smiled, understanding her annoyance. "I do. Thank you, Ginny."

Carrying on down the dark corridors of the house, past the house elf heads mounted on the wall, he stopped in front of a closed door and let himself in. A large group of people were assembled around a circular table in the centre of the room, staring at a large screen that seemed like a giant tentacled monster, growing from the wall. A few looked up as he entered, and a skinny, rugged looking man smiled warmly.

"Sorry I'm late," Lupin smiled, as he took a seat next to the man. A hook nosed male, greasy hair falling into his eyes, snorted, but, next to him, an extremely old man laughed, and stood up.

"That's quite all right, Remus," said Professor Albus Dumbledore. He gestured slightly, and all eyes in the room snapped to him. "Molly, if you would be so kind…"

A plump red headed witch, sitting next to an equally red headed man, stood and crossed to the door. Bringing out a long stick from her pocket she held it to the door and muttered "Imperturbatus."

A strange light seemed to grow around the door for a second, then died down and, satisfied, the woman made her way back to her seat.

Dumbledore raised his arms in welcome and smiled at everyone on the table. "My friends," he said, and he almost seemed to sing with joy. "The time has come for a historic meeting to take place." Excited whispers broke out around the table and he shushed them gently. "Please, my friends. We need to get this done. Now, as you know the threat of Lord Voldemort's…" a sharp intake of breath. "…return has finally become very real. We have a large problem at the moment, as the Ministry refuses to accept that he has indeed returned. We have a severe lack of forces on our side, even with the possible addition of the giants. The simple thing we need the most is more men."

He surveyed the room, his eyes twinkling. "Luckily for us," he continued, "we still have one last hope. We have not needed to contact our friends in the East for many, many years, but now it seems that it is our only chance of success. Severus, if you will."

The hook-nosed man took his queue and stood up from the table, sneering slightly at Lupin and the shaggy man. "Earlier today two…" he paused slightly, thinking of the extremely strange people that had visited earlier, one almost round and hairless and the other tall, thin but with what looked like horns protruding from his forehead.

"Men," he decided finally. "Two men came to headquarters in order to set up a link between here and a place known as… ahem… Soul Society. These men where what is known as Shinigami and set up this…" he gestured vaguely at the screen "… in order for us to be able to hold this meeting."

Excited whispering broke out again, and one voice could distinctly be heard over the top saying "A vellytision, Molly! Oh how wondrous! Just what will these muggles come up with next!?"

A tall black man with an earring spoke, his voice carrying over the din. "Shinigami? Albus, they're a myth! You can't seriously believe…"

"They are as real as you or I, Kingsley," Dumbledore said. "And they have agreed to help us. This is meeting to discuss the sending of undercover agents to Hogwarts, in order to protect the Boy Who Lived."

"We're trusting them with Harry?" Sirius Black spoke up, a frown on his face at the thought of his godson with people they didn't know. He'd seen those freaks who'd come round to set the screen up. One of them had turned a crank on his head and made his eye pop out! Those were not the sort of people he would leave his godson in the care of.

"Sirius," Dumbledore sighed, obviously growing weary of the topic. "These people have been allied with us for years. I would trust them with anything, and believe that they will have no trouble taking care of Harry."

He clapped his hands. "Now, this meeting today is to discuss the details of the sending of ten of their forces undercover at Hogwarts. This is ideal for us, as they will be in a perfect position to study the school from within, and therefore protect the students a lot better. These so-called mythical Shinigami…" and here he smiled slightly in Kingsley's direction, "… have kindly agreed to hold this meeting in order to determine the details of their stay here. A translation charm has been placed on this room in order for the meeting to be held without the…ahem, language problems." He glanced down at his watch, his smile growing wider as he scrutinised it. "Ah, it's time. Ladies and gentlemen, a historic moment is now upon us. The first meeting of the Shinigami-Order alliance is now in session."

In the chaos before Dumbledore's speech, the hook-nosed man, Snape, had silently made his way to beside the screen. His snake-like movements surprised all those who had not been paying attention, and he pressed a small button on the side of the screen.

The strange device crackled into life, fuzzy and grey at first, but soon growing clearer. A room came into view on the screen, as dissimilar to the room at No.12 as it was possible to be. While No.12 was cramped, and lavish in it's disarray, this room was long, with large windows, and the only piece of furniture it was a large wooden chair that was occupied by an old man. However this was not who most eyes were drawn to. Two lines of white-coated people were standing in the room, and they seemed to be comprised of some of the strangest looking people Sirius had seen in his life. The man who was closest to the screen was scratching a face that could only be described as clown-like with a single overly long fingernail. Only a tuft of white hair somewhere around the clown-man's waist was visible of the man next to him, and Sirius was rather reminded of an aging Gringotts goblin.

"Yamamoto-soutaichou," Dumbledore smiled, addressing the old man. Sirius focused and saw that the old man was rather like Dumbledore himself, but he seemed harder somehow, more battle weary and scarred.

"Ah, Dumbledore-san," the old man, Yamamoto nodded. "Forgive us, I fear we are running slightly late. Kyouraku-taichou, where is Ukitake?"

"Maa," the addressed man scratched his forehead under his large hat. Sirius smiled slightly at him; he seemed like the sort of man he could get along with. "He still isn't feeling well, but he said he was coming down. I don't know where he's gotten to."

"I told him to rest," piped a woman who Sirius immediately labelled "Hufflepuff". "I sent him to bed with direct orders to rest but I don't think…"

There was a crashing sound, and a small group made their way onto the screen, panting heavily, only one of them a white-coat. The white coated man, who reminded Sirius strongly of Remus, smiled embarrassedly, and scratched the back of his white-haired head. Sirius swore he could see spots of blood on his sleeve.

"Sorry I'm late. There was a slight… incident."

Two of the people who had entered, a small female, and a man who made Sirius think of the barman of the Hog's Head, glared heatedly at each other, before retreating into line with some people that Sirius had not noticed before. They were dressed all in black, fading into the background slightly, and had an air of light-heartedness that the white-coats did not have. Many, he noticed, were whispering to each other, and the smallest girl was chewing steadily on a tall bald man's head, drool making it even more reflective. Out of the corner of his eye, Sirius saw Kingsley wince slightly, subconsciously touching his own hairless scalp in sympathy.

The man who Sirius had come to think of as Mean Dumbledore, banged his large staff on the ground, silencing the whispers. "Quiet, all of you," he shouted. The hall fell silent immediately. "Please resume your place Ukitake. Now," he turned back to the screen, "Dumbledore-san, I expect you will want to get on with things.

Dumbledore cleared his throat. "Yes, thank you very much. Everyone." and with this he addressed the whole congregation. "Today is a historic meeting. We are arranging for the first ever alliance between wizards and Shinigami. All of you present are privileged to be able to be here today."

One of the Shinigami, a tall strong looking man with spiky hair, snorted. Sirius suddenly felt very indignant. How dare these people mock Dumbledore, one of the greatest wizards of all time? He glared silently at the man, knowing he could see through his side of the screen.

"Now," Dumbledore continued, as if he had not heard the man, "This meeting is to discuss a new security measure that the Shinigami have kindly offered to provide now that Voldemort," there was a sharp intake of breath from all those in Grimmauld place, but Sirius was surprised to note that all of the Shinigami had remained silent, "has returned. They have agreed to send some of their best warriors undercover as Hogwarts, posing as regular students, in order to protect the Boy who Lived." Sirius blanched, and hoped his distrust of these people wasn't too obvious.

"Unfortunately," Mean Dumbledore said, "we are currently in the grips of a war ourselves. Because of this, I'm afraid I have only been able to spare ten operatives, however I am sure they will be enough to guard one boy. I am afraid I tried to rally one member from each of our thirteen divisions, but sadly only four of our divisions were willing to spare any men, so I was forced to call in some outside help."

The sound of voices rushing to defend themselves was deafening.

"Soutaichou, what about Aizen? You really can't expect…"

"I already have members of my division stationed around, and I really cannot spare…"

"You said they had to look roughly school aged, Yama-jii, and the only person I have is lovely Nanao-chan, and I really don't wanna…"

*BANG* "Taichou, really!"

"Don't look at me, I've given two of my men…."

"You only did that to get them out of your hair…"

"God, stupid old men, fighting like idiots…"

"Silence!"

The hall fell silent. Sirius glanced sideways at Remus, and saw him amazed at the control the old man had over his troops.

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled behind his half-moon spectacles. "I think that the manner of which you got these people is irrelevant, Yamamoto-soutaichou. Now," he smiled, waving his arms once more. "Could the 10 undercover agents please step forward."

Immediately, there was movement on the screen, as ten figures approached the front of the hall. Sirius was slightly surprised to note that the tuft of white hair, which he had almost suspected to be a patch of rather overgrown pubic hair from the clowned faced man, was actually a very small person, with a surprisingly youthful face. He also noted the bald-headed man, now with rather painful looking teeth marks indented in his head. Sirius stared, astounded at how this man was meant to appear school aged, before suddenly being drawn towards two similarly shiny orbs, on the front of one woman's chest. Sirius found himself unable to look away, and was aware that the people on the screen were fully aware of where he was looking, but he could not bring himself to care; all he could think of was…

"I hope these are to your satisfaction, Dumbledore-san," Mean Dumbledore said, drawing Sirius out of his trance. He wiped at some saliva coming out of the corner of his mouth.

"They are quite satisfactory, thank you. I have already sent your Hogwarts lists, using our own method of communication, and I am sure you are already aware of the meeting taking place in order for you to be prepared, on August 31st. If you could please bring the owls who delivered your letter with you, so that we are able to return them to the school."

"Ah," the bald man winced, glancing slightly at the slighter man next to him, who stared resolutely at his feet, smirking slightly. "Might have a bit of a problem with that one. Y'see…"

"Thought they was a gift," the spiky haired white-coat grunted. "An' Yachiru wanted to play. So we let our two loose, an' Yachiru caught 'em again, so we didn't wanna waste them. So we 'ad a party, to say well done ta her, for catching 'em. Only we didn't have nothin' ta eat. So we et 'em" He smiled an almost feral grin. The members of the Order of the Phoenix exchanged horrified glances

"Ah," Dumbledore said, his smile never faltering, as some of the Shinigami dissolved into laughter. "In that case, if you two could bring the remains of your birds, so we can properly bury them, it would be greatly appreciated. Right," he clapped his hands once more, "I think that is all we need to talk about, is that right Yamamoto-soutaichou?"

"I think it is, Dumbledore-san. I will send my people to meet with your agent on the 31st, and make no mistake that there will be punishment for the mistreatment of your avian agents."

There was a collective wince.

"Thank you very much, all of you, for agreeing to help us with our situation. I now end the first meeting of the Shinigami-Order alliance."

The screen darkened for a moment, and then went blank. Sirius, who had not noticed Snape lurking beside the screen started, and ran a finger through his hair, which was a lot cleaner than in previous years.

"Merlin," he grinned. "They were kinda....abrasive, weren't they."

The rest of the order, who had remained respectfully silent during the meeting, nodded, agreeing.

"It will be an interesting experience," Kingsley grinned.

"They ate the Owl." Remus seemed to still be in shock.

Dumbledore stood. "I have here a list of the ten Shinigami who will be undercover. There names are: Renji Abarai, Yumichika Ayasegawa, Toshirou Hitsugaya, Orihime Inoue, Uryuu Ishida, Rukia Kuchiki, Ichigo Kurosaki, Ikkaku Madarame, Rangiku Matsumoto and Yasutora Sado. They be taken to Diagon Alley on August 31st, and Remus has kindly agreed to be their chaperone."

"I... have?"

"It is of the utmost importance that no one outside this room knows of our plans. This includes the children, so do not allow them to discover anything."

Dumbledore collected the variety of scroll on the desk and vanished them with a lazy flick of his wand.

"And now, the Ivory Phoenix Alliance has officially begun."

***

Order members gradually trickled out of the room, Snape giving Sirius a particularly nasty look as he swept out. Mrs Weasley could be heard clanking pots and pans in the kitchen, and children were starting to reappear, stirred out of their room by the sounds of the leaving members.

Sirius glanced at a still slightly shell-shocked Remus across the table, the only two remaining in the room.

"This should be fun," he grinned at his long time friend, tipping his chair back on two legs.

Remus blinked.

"They ate the Owl!"

*****

AN: Well that's the first chapter. I really hope you all enjoyed it. Please review, it would mean so much, and as I am a new writer, I could do with any pointers you could give!

Thank you so much for reading. You are all fabulous!

Lola Jude

Next Chapter: Hanatarou in Privet Drive.