disclaimer: if you didn't read chapter 1, and thus the last disclaimer, why are you here? Regardless, I own neither Harry potter or Bleach, but I think I do own this plot. So there's that at least.
Harry potter was in a pickle. On the one hand, a letter that had an address accurate to the room you lived in is probably bad news. That's without saying the fact that whoever wrote it could very well be aware of both the Dursley's abuse and his Quincy powers. On the other hand, this strange letter got him a proper bedroom and pissed off his relatives so those were two wins it caused.
It's been nearly two whole years since Harry put on the sanrei glove, and his powers have increased exponentially. He had a couple more outfits, because wearing the same clothes every day can get old fast. Currently he was wearing a bartender's getup with a blue cross motif. Style aside, these clothes provide an additional purpose due to being incredibly durable, a fact that came in handy with his first hollow fight.
He had been training in the park late in the evening. Normally a kid age nine or ten wearing a forearm length glove that had metal rods built in with workout clothes would seem strange, but the neighborhood had grown used to his odd fashion statement, besides the park was empty save for the young potter. Harry had been practicing his sensory field when a powerful reiatsu appeared and started moving toward him. Turns out it was a wolf mask hollow. He fired a reiatsu arrow to hopefully draw a shinigami to him. The fight was difficult as he didn't want to kill the hollow in order to let it be purified, but he was able to take a couple of it's limbs out of commission. Throughout the fight the hollow bragged about them being a serial killer in life.
Problem was no shinigami showed up, so Harry had to improvise. By isolating each soul using his sensory abilities, he drew on them while maintaining their form. This was far more straining than anything he had done before bar relearning his skills with the sanrei glove on, but he managed. Eventually he had sent a dozen souls on and was left with only the hollow, who he put an arrow through the skull of. Hell wouldn't miss one damned soul after all.
After that he kept on the lookout when viewing hollows. There were in fact shinigami in the surrounding areas, but hollows strangely don't show up often if ever in a certain radius of privet drive.
Back to the present, Harry had put together a training regimen that would make sure he was always ready for a threat by separating his evolution into three stages; solidification of his bow and making it unique to him, then the formation of a personal weapon, and finally the creation and mastery of the complete holy form. However he couldn't do any of that without the sanrei awakening, which there hadn't gotten time to do. After all, it would essentially be a solid week of no sleep while constantly pushing himself past his limits. On the plus side, Harry could still take off the sanrei glove, though he rarely did.
Anyway, this letter was incredibly worrying. What did they know, and what did they want? Hopefully they would try to contact him again, maybe he could trace them back.
And contact again they did. Over the next week or so the number of letters increased exponentially, yet despite this Harry didn't manage to get a single one. However each day caused the dursleys to get more unhinged, Vernon in particular. It eventually reached the point where on the thirtieth he dragged them all, him included, to some rundown cottage on an island off the coast.
Harry was left to sleep on the ground, but he decided to get some training in and started filling ginto capsules while meditating, you could never have enough of these and he was planning on making a Seele Schneider at some point soon.
As it approached midnight, the hybrid started working on maintaining his bow, now second nature to him. However as the clock struck midnight a resounding 'boom' came from outside, shaking the door in it's hinges. Dudley woke up, stupidly yelling "Where's the cannon?" While upstairs a crash was heard.
Harry jumped to his feet from the cross-legged position he was in earlier, bow ready to be drawn at a moment's notice and an arrow already forming. A second impact from outside nearly toppled the door this time. One more hit and it would collapse. By now Vernon and petunia had come down and were shaking in fear, not that they would admit it. Vernon had a shotgun that he got from who knows where.
With a deafening crack the door collapsed to reveal… a very tall man? No, tall does not describe the absolute giant that just knocked down the door to this place. He could very well be ten feet tall, and as the dust cleared it was obvious that he was proportional to a normal person.
"Sorry about that, just meant to knock, y'know?" Rumbled the stranger, as he picked up the door and leaned it back against it's frame. It was at this point Vernon came out of his stupor, and so did what he did best: something stupid.
"Excuse me! I demand to know why you've come here, then I insist you leave!" The obese man yelled. This was not the best idea, as hagrid promptly twisted the barrel of the shotgun pointed at him into a pretzel before ambling over to the fireplace.
"Oh shuddup dursley yeh great prune!" The giant spoke again. He started patting himself down, Clearly looking for something. He made an 'ah' sound and pulled out a pink umbrella, which he pointed at the fireplace while murmuring to himself. Amazingly, the fireplace roared to life while the massive, both figuratively and literally, unknown turned to Harry.
"Nah then Harry, it's nice to meet yeh! The name's Rubeus Hagrid, but you can just call me Hagrid. Ahm here ter deliver yer letter," the now named Hagrid introduced himself. Upon seeing how Hagrid acted and moved, Harry concluded that he wasn't a threat, and dematerialized his bow. Although the last potter did silently wonder how they didn't notice it.
Handing the letter over to Harry, Hagrid sat down on the sofa by the fireplace and started cooking some sausages that he got from who knows where, he continued "ahcourse, you'd know all about that."
"Not particularly," Harry replied.
"You wha'?!"
"I said not particularly. All I know is some facility or organisation called Hogwarts through letters made of parchment and for some reason the letter address is accurate to the room you live in. That's about it," Harry explained, rather annoyed at this point.
"Yeh mean yeh don't know about yer people? Yer world!?" Hagrid exclaimed, shocked.
"I mean something comes to mind, but considering the lack of a cross motif on your clothing, I'm going to say it isn't what you're thinking of," Harry muttered to himself.
"Oh my days, the horror," Hagrid got off the couch, walked over to the tall eleven year old, and put his hands on Harry's shoulders, before, in a completely serious voice, he said "yer a wizard Harry."
The Quincy paused for a moment with an unreadable expression, then snorted, "right, pull the other finger."
Hagrid was clearly expecting this as he carried on like Harry didn't speak, "Have yeh ever done somethin' impossible, somethin' yeh can't explain?"
Harry widened his eyes, "Holy shit you're serious. Okay, so I think you need to be made aware of the fact that those things are not mutually inclusive. I can flip logic the bird while knowing how I do that, my tall friend, in fact it's my best skill!" Of course, while Hagrid was processing that, the dursleys poked their ugly mugs into something not their business once more.
"You better not have been doing anything freakish Boy, or you'll be sorry!" Vernon yelled. Harry ignored him and opened the letter, skimming through the acceptance page and then onto the item list 'what possible purpose could a pointed hat have?'.
"Say Hagrid, if you know who I am, do you know how my parents died? While a car crash is a plausible cause, it was the Dursleys that told me. Thus I'm more inclined to believe that they were murdered," Harry asked. Upon hearing this Hagrid turned to the Dursleys, absolutely livid.
"A car crash!? As if great magic users like Lily and James could be killed by a car crash!" (I've given up trying to write Hagrid's accent already) Hagrid bellowed, seemingly not hearing the last Potter's 'but it is a reasonable explanation, it's just that the dursleys said it'.
"Hey, so what's a wand, and why do I need one? Speaking of, how does magic work?" Harry questioned. This distracted Hagrid long enough for the Dursleys to stop their cowering.
"Well, I don't understand it myself, but it was explained to me as a focuser by the man who sells wands here in great Britain, Ollivander, who also explained magic to my when I asked. I didn't understand that either, something about spirits and frequencies," Hagrid replied, not seeing Harry's face of shocked comprehension.
What he most certainly didn't miss, however, was the sudden blast of wind that pushed all the dust in front of him, coming from where the young Quincy was standing. Turning his head, Hagrid spotted the lad in question with his palm outstretched, looking incredibly tired, but a slightly manic grin was stretched across his young face.
"Like that, right?" Harry smirked at the looks of the gobsmacked giant and his rapidly purpling relatives.
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Hello again! Now I'm sure anyone who knows me in real life would say, 'this guy not procrastinating? blasphemy!' Which is fair and accurate. I'm as amazed as they would be. However part of the reason I like fanfiction writing so much, to the point where the only thing stopping me from trying and one upping the legendary (in my opinion) bubbajack's upload lengths is my procrastination, is literally noone is forcing you to create. You can't make me upload faster than my own pace (not that you would), and it isn't mandatory to update in general.
That being said, I will not be updating every three to four days. I'm in college, have this thing called NCS for the next 2 weeks which means I'll have to study extra hard due to missing all my lessons, and beyond that I do procrastinate. As such, i will try to make all my chapters at least three thousand words, which is probably the best I'm going to be able to do anytime soon.
So until next time, ja ne!