Captain Harry Potter of Squad Nine

by kenriot1214

Harry dies at the end of the third task but his soul ends up in the soul society. Harry Potter then trains in the coming decades to become a Captain while three years pass on Earth. when Voldemort finally breaks the wards of Hogwarts is when Harry shows up to finally put an end to Voldemort once and for all. Many Harry Potter and Bleach characters.

Bleach crossover

This one is going to be a little different and just pure action and a fun little one shot. I mixed the world of Harry Potter with Bleach for something that I haven't seen before. Also there will be no smut {there will be mentions of it but nothing explicit} which is a big change for me but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

Aizen isn't a problem in this universe Kisuke defeated him so the vizards never left etc. But Kisuke doesn't run squad 12 instead he is on Earth doing things to help the soul reapers. He is in exile so he has a more friendly relationship with the soul society. Ichigo isn't involved or even a soul reaper yet so he won't be in the story or mentioned.

There are little Easter eggs like Harry's sword being named after the famous Yu-Gi-Oh card and other things. I also tried to add as many characters and fun moments as possible. I tried my best to use all the right terms and words and I hope people like it.

Start

Fourth Year

Harry Potter had made it through the maze of the Triwizard tournament having avoided everyone else making it to the cup in record time. Answering the riddle from the sphinx he was ready to finally take the cup and put this whole bloody thing behind him. This year has been one of the worst by far with the name calling the pins saying he stinks and people just wishing for him to die. Part of him was glad he was going to win so he could rub it in everyone's face that he was coming out of this alive and better than everyone else. Including the famous Viktor Krum and that stuck up Veela. While Cedric had been nice he still wanted to show the rest of Hogwarts he was better.

Grabbing onto the glowing blue handle of the Triwizard cup Harry was portkeyed to another location and very soon realized it wasn't close to Hogwarts. Looking around he found himself in a graveyard. The bad feeling of danger washed over him, just before he could find an escape a stunner came out of the darkness hitting him when he was looking on the ground for the cup.

Knocked out, Peter Pettigrew dragged Harry Potter in position for the ritual which would bring his master back from the dead. This was a year-long process of planning and waiting for this one special moment.

Waking up from complete darkness he saw the last thing he wanted to see which was Wormtail coming towards him with a knife. Unable to fight back, Wormtail sliced a large gash down his arm, taking his blood while talking to himself. Screaming in pain Harry was unable to grab the cut to put pressure on it as it quickly started pouring blood. Harry was losing a lot of blood fast, much faster than he had ever in the past with the knife biting deeper than a basilisk fang. His sleeve was soon filled with blood as he already felt a little weak.

That quickly became the least of his concerns as he saw Voldemort rise out of the ritual Wormtail just performed. He was too focused on his deep wound and he lost sight of what was happening. 'That is not good.' Now Harry really tried to thrash against this stone grim reaper that had him in a death grip. The stone scythe digging into his throat and keeping his hands pinned at neck level.

Voldemort was given a robe hiding his naked figure as he called all of his followers back to his side. Putting his bone white wand into Wormtail's arm soon the graveyard was filled with even more black robes. Black robes and bone white masks concealing their identity.

Voldemort started speaking to his followers completely ignoring Harry. "Welcome my friends. Thirteen years it's been and yet here you stand before me as though it were only yesterday. I confess myself disappointed. Not one of you tried to find me." Reaching an arm out he brought it to one of his followers faces and ripped his mask off. "Crabbe." Then another "Macnair" another "Goyle." Voldemort walked over to another one of his followers. "Not even you. Lucius."

Lucius quickly went on the defense. "My Lord, if I had even detected any sign, a whisper of your whereabouts-" He was doing his best grovelling impression. Hoping he wasn't going to get tortured like what usually happened when someone angered the Dark Lord.

Voldemort cuts the treacherous snake off before more lies can come out of his mouth. "There were signs, my slippery friend. And more than whispers."

"I assure you, my Lord, I have never once renounced the old ways." Lucius then ripped off his black hood. "The face I have been obliged to present each day since your absence. That is my true mask."

It was at this point Wormtail spoke up, "I returned." He then cowered as Voldemort made a quick move towards him before hissing, "Out of fear, not loyalty. Still, you have proven yourself usefully these past few months, Wormtail." With a sudden wordless wand flourish a liquid silver hand started to appear on his stump.

Wormtail looked in amazement of his new silver hand, "Thank you, master. Thank you."

However his attention was soon brought back to Harry who was loudly struggling and looking worse for wear with blood pouring down his father's gravestone. Voldemort was suddenly overcome with a sinister smile, "Harry, I'd almost forgotten you were here. Standing on the bones of my father. Yeah." Closing the distance between the two this was the first time they had come face to face besides first year but he wasn't in his own body. "I'd introduce you but word has it you're almost as famous as me these days." Looking back towards his followers he mocked, "The boy who lived." Turning back to Harry he edged even closer trying to instill some more fear into the boy. "How lies have fed your legend, Harry. Shall I reveal what really happened that night thirteen years ago? Shall I divulge how I truly lost my powers?"

Walking away Voldemort made a huge show of pacing around as he went into his explanation. "It was love. You see, when dear, sweet Lily Potter gave her life for her only son she provided the ultimate protection. I could not touch him. It was old magic. Something I should have foreseen. But no matter, no matter. Things have changed." Drawing back his arm he nearly floated five feet before bringing his hand inches away from Harry's face. "I can touch you now."

Harry felt the cold finger touch his forehead and an unimaginable pain struck him. All he could do was scream. Harry had never felt this much pain before and that was making his already light head spin even more. Now he just wanted this pain to stop by any means necessary.

"Astonishing what a few drops of your blood will do, eh, Harry?" Voldemort then released the tombstone to release Harry, letting him fall to the ground. "Pick up your wand, Potter. I said pick it up! Get up! Get up!"

Harry scrambled for his wand which was a meter in front of the tombstone. Grabbing his wand he felt the warmth of his wand return to him. He was happy to get a chance to die on his feet and not restrained like a caged animal. However the blood loss was worse than he thought because he was nearly seeing double.

"You've been taught to duel, I presume, yes? First, we bow to each other." Voldemort saw Harry's defiance in refusing to bow. "Come on, now, Harry. The niceties must be observed. Dumbledore wouldn't want you to forget your manners, would he? I said, bow." With that Voldemort twisted his wand in a downward motion.

Harry felt an invisible force compelling him to bow. He tried to fight against it as much as possible but it was useless. All he could feel was warm wood in one hand and pouring hot blood in the other. Not knowing any healing spells Harry couldn't fix the wound. Now he just needed a way out of here.

Voldemort didn't fail to notice his defiance, only taking pleasure in forcing Harry to bow to him. "That's better. And now." He used another invisible force to flip Harry onto his back and cast, "Crucio." He only held it for a few seconds just long enough to show Harry who truly was superior. "Attaboy Harry. Your parents would be proud. Especially your filthy muggle mother."

Harry was so overcome with rage his mind just went to a simple third year disarming spell. Which Voldemort harmlessly batted away before sending a force to make Harry spin around on the floor. "I'm going to kill you, Harry Potter. I'm going to destroy you." Crouching down low enough he brought his voice down. "After tonight, no one will ever again question my powers. After tonight, if they speak of you they'll speak only of how you begged for death. And I, being a merciful Lord, obliged." Moving his hand to Harry's face he used his power to make Harry stand on his own two feet again. "Get up!"

Harry got up but it took everything he had because almost as soon as he was on two feet he dropped back to his knees. Just breathing was becoming difficult as his body was slowly dying. Just looking up at Voldemort white as a ghost Harry barely had the energy to raise his wand but tried anyway. With a cutting curse he flicked it at Voldemort's neck hoping to take the monster with him if he were to die here.

Voldemort wasn't expecting the spell and deflected it just in time before it hit his neck but it did cut a deep gash along his cheek no doubt deep enough to leave a scar. "Crucio!" Voldemort couldn't let that slide so he casted the torture curse and kept his wand pointed at Harry hoping to kill him through pain and madness alone.

Harry screamed his lungs out with what breath he had left but it wasn't much. With the torture curse his heart pumped harder and more blood came out of his deeply slit wrist. The torture luckily only lasted for a few minutesbat most before Harry's screams were silenced forever.

Voldemort stood victorious over the child who the world deemed was better than him. The gall they had to claim a child could defeat the immortal and powerful Voldemort. It was an insult to his vicious reign. "No more. Harry Potter is dead!" He exclaimed victoriously.

All of the other death eaters present were in shock seeing how easy their lord killed the one person that everyone said was his equal. Lucius was happy to see Potter dead especially after how he embarrassed him during his second year.

Voldemort didn't think this humiliation was enough and going up to the body he quickly decapitated the boy's head. With another swish of his white bone colored wand words were carved on his trophy. Lifting it up he said, "Send this back to Dumbledore in the portkey cup. I want them to know he's dead and while they are busy with that we need to go and free my loyal followers who are suffering in Azkaban." Voldemort wanted his most loyal followers Bellatrix back by his side as soon as possible.

Hogwarts

The crowd was waiting for a winner but it was taking much longer than anyone was expecting and when Cedric finally made it to the end there was no cup or sign of anything. Calling the officials they confirmed that the cup was supposed to be there. They also confirmed someone had grabbed it. With a quick headcount they found Harry was the only one missing along with the cup.

This sent Dumbledore and Harry's friends into a panic. Dumbledore was talking with the Minister to organize a patrol of the surrounding area in case the portkey took him somewhere else nearby. However those talks were ended when the portkey cup arrived at the start of the maze with a familiar messy black head of hair in it.

Hermione screamed the loudest seeing her best friend's head cut off in the cup. Her eyes instantly filled with tears as true and utter terror gripped her heart. This was a million times worse than the troll incident her first year. She knew instantly that Voldemort was back and with Harry dead there was nothing they could do about it.

Dumbledore ran to the front of the maze while the other champions retched in disgust and relief it wasn't them. Dumbledore quickly casted diagnostic spells to make sure it wasn't booby trapped and when it was safe he carefully took Harry's head out of the cup to see the words "I'm back" carved into his forehead. "Oh my boy. I'm so sorry." Dumbledore had failed him.

Fudge was right next to Dumbledore not understanding, "Who is back? What the bloody hell does that mean Dumbledore. What is going on?" Fudge was just as unnerved as the crowd who was still in hysterics. Even Rita Skeeter who was snapping pictures was in actual fear for what she was witnessing.

Dumbledore turned around to address the crowd. "Mr. Potter has been murdered." That received a wave of cries for answers. Dumbledore continued, "I am sorry but there was also a message of I'm back which I take to mean as Voldemort has returned." That made the restless crowd almost turn violent as people screamed for answers.

Minister Fudge went white and wanted to dispute this but couldn't in this moment without time to come up with an explanation. So like a coward Fudge tucked tail and ran back to the Ministry to come up with a lie to sweep this under the rug. Which was hard because Azkaban was being attacked at that very moment.

Hermione was in tears along with all the students who knew Harry knowing he didn't deserve that. 'What will happen now?' Hermione asked herself.

Time Skip

What happened next was the worst three years in magical history. Voldemort quickly took control of the Ministry killing everyone who opposed him including Amelia Bones and all the Aurors like Mad Eye Moody. All before conduction raids that killed every muggleborn they could get their hands on.

Dumbledore was able to heavily ward Hogwarts with over a thousand layers of wards capable of keeping Voldemort busy for at least the next decade. Even with brute force Dumbledore didn't think Voldemort would be able to break every layer.

All the muggleborn, and light affiliated witches and wizards moved to Hogwarts with their families to try and outlast tomorrow while Dumbledore and others thought of a plan to end the war.

Most days were just spent training for the inevitable battle that was going to take place once these wards fell. Thankfully the younger people had Remus, Tonks, McGonagall and others to learn from. Almost everyone improved by leaps and bounds in the last three years but the barrage of spells bombing the wards was never ending. Walking out to the courtyard you could see death eaters throwing blasting spells against the shields hoping to get through.

During their second year Dumbledore confessed that they have been breaking through more and more so they had maybe a year or two at the most instead of the decade he once promised.

No matter what it was it was nowhere near enough time to be ready for what was coming their way. While they petitioned for other countries' help no one wanted to interfere or self help so they were on their own. It was all up to their small resistance consisting mostly of children and family members who weren't trained warriors but had to learn to be. Regular housewives had to train to duel and fight because they didn't want to be helpless targets.

From reports Hermione heard that Voldemort's army was now in the thousands while they had maybe eight to nine hundred capable wizards and witches at best. Most of which were younger and were no match for werewolves or the likes of Bellatrix or Voldemort. Dumbledore was even training knowing he was their only hope against Voldemort but his age was clearly taking a toll on him as well. His time was rapidly approaching with it maybe coming against Voldemort himself.

Hermione knew they needed a miracle and even though she wasn't religious she prayed. She prayed every second of the day they wouldn't die like caged animals. She especially didn't want to be captured because there were enough horror stories about what happens to those who are captured. Thankfully they were all taught the killing spell and at worst she would have to use it on herself.

Towards what would have been the end of their seventh year everyone capable was standing in the courtyard as the final ward was about to fall. Voldemort had a shift of death eaters blasting the wards twenty four hours a day for the last three years to stomp out the last little rebellion before he set his sight on taking the entire country including the muggle side.

Hermione, Ron, Neville and the twins were standing in a line next to some of the more experienced fighters who were behind Dumbledore. They were some of the strongest fighters and that included between the adults.

Voldemort had laughed maniacally as he shattered the last protective pesky ward himself. Assembling his army of over a thousand death eaters from all over Europe and dark creatures he put anti apparition wards up before walking into Hogwarts for a final time before he leveled it. He wanted to tear it down to its last brick before erasing it from history. He couldn't be merciful when it came to this rebellion.

Coming over the bridge he and his army stood in the courtyard with a poor resistance army waiting. All of them looked malnourished from lack of food and supplies. Cackling Voldemort said, "I am doing you a mercy coming to kill you now instead of letting you starve until you had to start eating each other." Voldemort enjoyed the look in their eyes. Some showed true despair waiting for death while some actually showed a little courage for the fight to come.

Dumbledore gathered up all of his strength for what awaited him which was the fight of his life. With his Elder wand in his hand he said, "We aren't savages Tom. We just want to live in a world of fairness where we can all coexist." While he knew it was no use talking to Voldemort he hoped to inspire his side for the fight.

Bellatrix's cackle was the loudest, "How about we make you our slaves? I think that's the only way we can coexist if you mudblood and mudbloods lovers know your place on your knees serving your betters." Bellatrix would have loved a slave she could torture endlessly and she knew all the men wanted their own slaves for other reasons.

Bellatrix was still as cruel as ever and over the last three years her body count had to hit high triple figures, maybe even four figures. Sirius was ready to fight his cousin this time once and for all. Standing next to Neville the two had a plan to team up to put an end to the vicious cunt.

Voldemort laughed before looking back at Dumbledore. "Couldn't have said it better myself, Bella. See Dumbledore I can be reasonable. Drop your wands and you will live. Easy enough for you, lot? It's as simple as that. If you don't we will kill each of you in the most painful ways you can imagine. You will die screaming like poor little Harry Potter. He begged for his life and as a merciful Lord I obliged." Part of that was a lie since Harry just died from the pain and not given the chance to beg. Harry Potter was so much weaker than he expected.

Harry's name made everyone stiffen and raise their wands ready to attack when something appeared in between the two sides. It was like a wall of paper sliding doors opening with someone stepping out of the bright light. Hermione noticed the effect looked like something out of Japan. It was like a picture from one of her old muggle textbooks showing Japanese architecture.

Voldemort wasn't expecting to see a mysterious barrier appear and before he could strike a figure walked out who was over six feet tall. Once he got a good look at the man he was the strangest man Voldemort had ever seen. The man had slicked back long black hair wearing a white coat with a sword at his waist. The man exuded a power that made the man cocky as he strolled forward like he didn't know he was standing in front of the most powerful wizard in history.

The other side was just as confused with Hermione and the others staring at someone who came out of nowhere wearing a long white coat with a Japanese kanji on it. Hermione did a little study of other languages as a child and recognized it as the number nine. 'Nine? What does that mean?'

Voldemort was tired of the stalling and screamed, "Avada Kedavra!" The sickly green spell shot out of his bone white wand and hit the person standing between him and his greatest victory but the spell looked as if it did nothing. That made every death eater who saw that gasp in shock. The man just ate a killing curse as if it was a tickling charm.

The man looked up after coming out of the bright senkaimon. He felt the familiar killing curse hit him causing him to smile. Looking at Voldemort in the flesh again actually brought him joy. "That tickled."

Voldemort felt a sliver of fear, the first one in a very long time. He hadn't felt a fear like this since he was a child at the muggle orphanage. He felt like a scared little boy being bullied by the older kids who he couldn't hurt until he found access to his magic. "What…what are you?"

Snape was standing there asking the same question but when he tried to use his Legilimency ability to read someone's mind all he saw was death. Severus Snape was suddenly transported into a mindscape that was nothing but this man imagining slaughtering them with a sword. It was unnerving his mind was so singularly focused and he couldn't gather any other information from the man.

The man just opened his arms wide, chuckling as if this was a game for him, "Oh you don't recognize me. Take a good look and see if it rings any bells. It should come to you." With that the man also did a complete turn so the other side could see him as well.

Hermione was the first to notice but his eyes were the same shade green as her dead friend and he even still had the faint lightning bolt scar. "Harry?" Hermione whispered to herself. She said it so quietly no one heard her revelation.

Dumbledore didn't notice instead he was focused on the sword on the man's waist in case he were to draw it on him. It had been a long time since he saw a sword wielder willing to jump into battle with wand magic users.

Voldemort took another look at the man and couldn't place him but there was something familiar about him just before it hit him. A flash of the famous scar is what tipped him off about this man's identity. "It's not possible." He said in a shocked and astonished voice. The snake faced man actually took a small step back in fear. He had decapitated the boy, ensuring he was dead.

The man just smiled, "Not probable, but as you can see it very much is possible. Oh before I forget Bakudō Hōyoku no Jōmon." To anyone else those words meant nothing but a sudden ring of hellfire appeared above the whole school as walls fell from the ring of fire creating a seal around the entire school. The walls were hundreds of feet high and unless you had a broom or wanted to risk a severe burn these people weren't going to escape. The mystery man saw everyone looking around in fear wondering what the hell just happened. It was enough to almost make him double over laughing.

Dumbledore and his side were even shocked not knowing what was going on having never seen that type of magic before. The man who cast this strong magic was even chuckling to himself, clearly finding this whole situation amusing. Before he could ask what just happened Voldemort beat him to it.

"What did you just do?" Voldemort screamed, needing to know what kind of magic this man just used. "What is this magic? I can't feel anything beyond those walls. It wasn't transfiguration. It shouldn't be possible to make something that big and strong. That should not be possible."

The man smiled sensing Voldemort's fear of things being taken out of his hands. "That's just a little barrier to make sure none of you escape. Today is the day everyone of you will die all by my hand." The man had been looking forward to this for the last thirty years since he had arrived in the soul society. Quickly rising the ranks becoming a prodigy like no one has ever seen, even making the famous Toshiro Hitsugaya a little jealous. He was the new youngest Captain in the thirteen court guard squads having trained under the most vicious Captain and having one of the highest kill counts in recent years. He even earned his Captaincy in the same way as Kenpachi by beating the previous Captain of squad nine.

Ron leaned over to Hermione, "Who is this bloody guy?" Ron had to admit the man looked pretty cool with his white cloak and the fact he was almost taunting Voldemort like it was nothing. He also had a sword unlike anything Ron had seen before. He might have been the answer to their prayers.

Hermione couldn't hold it in anymore, "That's Harry." Multiple people heard that causing shock to everyone in earshot. Murmurs started to sprout up with the word quickly traveling to all of the resistance.

Even Dumbledore turned around, "Are you sure about that, Ms. Granger?" Dumbledore hoped that was true because they could have used every ounce of help they could get and him shrugging off the killing curse was a very good sign.

Hermione nodded, "He has the scar and his green eyes. I swear it's him." Everyone was shocked at this revelation including McGonagall who thought the man looked much different than even James when he was that age. Remus and Sirius were nearby and both had their mouths open like fish. Sirius couldn't believe this was his godson walking around alive.

Voldemort was fuming having known Harry Potter was dead for good last time they met. "How is it you are back? I took your head and burned the body." Voldemort had mastered the art of immortality and this was beyond anything he had seen or read about.

Harry just let out a condescending laugh as he took off his white Captain's haori while walking to his godfather. "Hold onto that for me. It's new and I don't want it to get dirty." Sirius just held his godson's white cloak that seemed very important. Then with another spell Harry said, "Bakudō number 81 Dankū."

Everyone on the front lines of this war now had a semi transparent wall in front of them. Hermione quickly hit the wall upset that Harry was trying to take Voldemort on his own. Hitting it with her fists didn't make it budge and even with a vanishing spell nothing worked. "Harry! Stop it. Let us help."

Sirius agreed with Hermione but if this was the pup he seemed very confident. Putting a hand on Hermione's shoulder Sirius while the other held his godson's special coat. "Let him do what he has to Hermione." Sirius saw the look in Harry's eyes to know he was deadly serious. His eyes also had a look of someone like Mad Eye Moody, someone who has seen war and plenty of death.

Hermione turned her anger towards Sirius. "He is going to get himself killed again." Hermione didn't want Harry to die alone again.

Sirius wanted to laugh because they all just watched him get hit with a killing curse and live. "I think he will be fine. Let's just watch and enjoy the show. I imagine it's going to get very entertaining." Hermione was still upset but turned back to Harry who was in a semi relaxed stance but clearly had a warrior's edge. Ready to draw his sword in a second's notice.

Turning back to Voldemort Harry explained, "That is a long story but since we have nothing but time I will tell you. After you killed me, thanks for that by the way turns out it was the best thing to ever happen to me. You would not believe the things that I have seen and how many monsters like you I have killed. Anyway I went to the soul society which is a sort of death police. I am something called a shinigami or in English a soul reaper and a Captain at that. We have many duties in the world of the living and we actually don't kill humans, we are supposed to protect humans by all possible means. We usually only kill hollows which is a topic that is too big to cover here but let's get back on track. Since becoming Captain of squad nine I brought it to the attention of the Head Captain of this certain snake faced arsehole who has been dodging death and had even split his soul to avoid death. Now when I shared that information, a very creepy man named Mayuri Kurotsuchi, Captain of squad twelve, wanted to run experiments on you for eternity but I fought to take care of you myself. I wanted the pleasure of killing you myself after all it is our destiny. So here I am. I had all my restrictions released and have the authority to strike down every single one of you death eaters without mercy." Harry finished his story with a flourish of his arms showing he wasn't afraid in any sense. The Head-Captain had even given him permission to use his bankai if necessary. 'It probably won't be but who knows maybe I can break it out anyway.'

It was Voldemort's turn to laugh, "You expect to believe you can take all of us by yourself. Fenrir Greyback alone is more than enough to handle you." Voldemort thought this disrespectful brat was trying to make a mockery of him to get to him and it was working.

Harry just pointed to Fenrir Greyback. "Oh Greyback. The big bad wolf who has to attack children and women to feel like more of a man. That Greyback, by all means I don't mind showing you all what is in store for you all." Harry taunted Voldemort before turning to the man himself. "You turned my friend into your kind and for that alone I'm going to make your death as painful as possible." With that wind swirled around Harry as he flexed his power. Still those around didn't flinch around his spiritual pressure like normal humans. No wizards and witches were different for some reason.

Remus was touched Harry was willing to fight his battle for him but Remus was fully ready to die today as long as he could have killed Greyback himself. Remus couldn't deny a sick pleasure and actually felt excited to see the monster get what he deserved.

Fenrir stepped forward cracking his neck ready to tear this man apart limb from limb. Drawing his wand Fenrir didn't waste time in casting several curses at this man none of which he dodged. Trying to be sly he tried to catch the newcomer off guard.

Harry just accepted every curse and spell with no resistance. He even felt the weak invisible hand of magic trying to penetrate his skin and even try to peel off his skin to no avail. Harry's spiritual pressure was so powerful none of these spells were getting through. 'I guess I should just let him tire himself out.' Thanks to training under Kenpachi Zaraki and learning his secrets for his famously strong skin it came in very handy in these moments.

Fenrir had been casting spells non stop for close to two minutes and the man hadn't moved and took every unforgivable along with blood boilers, skin peelers, and blasting spells. By minute two the werewolf was actually sweating, not used to using his wand for two minutes straight, giving every spell his full power. "Just die!"

Harry was not impressed as all these spells impacted him and at worse it was cutting his uniform. 'Good thing I handed off my coat. The Head-Captain would be very upset if I had to replace another one.' Those were Harry's nonchalant thoughts as he waited to strike.

Fenrir was exhausted and just when he lowered his wand is when Harry Potter closed this distance until he was inches away from him. Before the werewolf could react even with his enhanced reaction time he wasn't fast enough to stop Harry Potter from grabbing him by the face and slamming him on the hard stone ground. The slam was hard enough to crack the stone beneath him but due to being a werewolf the crash didn't do as much damage as it would a normal person. If Fenrir was a normal human that would have shattered his spine.

None of the death eaters nor Voldemort moved in the werewolf's defense, all very afraid of the speed and power of this new Harry Potter. Even Draco Malfoy felt a new fear which was a big change from the cocky successful death eater he has become. The way Harry disappeared and reappeared in a flash made Draco shudder in fear and gulp knowing this was a bad sign.

Harry for the first time pulled his sword, stabbing it in Fenrir's shoulder and saying, "Strike, Raigeki." To everyone in the courtyard's shock, Harry's clean metal sword turned into a beam of pure electricity with a handle held by Harry.

Fenrir felt nothing but pain as electricity coursed through his body. He even tried to grab the bolt of pure electricity hoping to push it out but all he did was burn his hands. It was too strong to move by a mere mortal. The pain was on equal footing with the crucio curse. Screaming with pain Fenrir looked to Voldemort for help as he did with everyone else just standing there and watching while he was being tortured.

On the other side of the barrier everyone was a little green hearing the werewolf scream like he was being lit on fire. Even Remus wished for the screams to stop. While he also wished for the man to suffer this was starting to turn their stomachs.

Harry was trained by the vicious Kenpachi Zaraki so someone's screams had zero effect on him. He had zero pity especially for these monsters which were worse than the mindless hollows in his opinion. Seeing everyone in the courtyard get the picture, Harry pumped more power into his shikai, soon turning Fenrir silent as the man's heart exploded in his chest from the pure electricity exploding in his body. Pulling his shikai out of the werewolf Harry turned back to the death eaters. "Well, wasn't that informative. From your shocked faces I see you all have learned a valuable lesson. While I can easily kill you all in a blink of an eye I will give you a sporting chance."

The death eaters breathed a sigh of relief seeing the thunderbolt of a sword go back into being a regular sword. At this point Walden Macnair stepped forward after conjuring himself a copy of his trusty executioner's axe. A weapon he was very comfortable with having killed thousands of dangerous beasts. "If spells don't work on you I guess I will have to just cut your head off."

Harry smiled, getting in his stance, deciding to play with this mouse for a while. "Now we're talking."

Behind The Barrier

Everyone behind the barrier were watching the battle but they heard another sound behind them as another one of those magical doors appeared out of nowhere. Everyone on the front lines raised their wands in case it was a threat but a cheery green haired girl in a pink scarf came walking out.

Everyone was shocked to see such a slight little girl come walking out of the doors before she walked to the kido barrier. "Aw Captain got started without me."

Hermione had to ask, "Who are you?" Hermione wasn't even tall at five foot five but she almost towered over this green haired girl.

The short haired green haired woman in her shihakusho just turned to the curious girl. "Did Captain not mention me? That big meanie didn't even wake me up before he left on this mission." The woman gave her Captain another look while he used one hand to fight a man with a big axe. She could instantly tell her Captain was just toying with him and was giving everyone a show. "My name is Mashiro Kuna, lieutenant of squad nine. Pleased to meet you." The woman then gave the crowd a little bow knowing these people were special to her Captain.

Sirius was so confused about this whole experience and had to ask, "What the hell is going on? How can Harry sword fight and turn his sword into lightning? What are all these spells he is using? How is he so bloody fast I can't see him with my eyes?" Sirius wanted to know if he was almost seeing things.

Dumbledore was nearby and had the same questions. Taking his eyes off the metal on metal battle of Harry and Walden Macnair. "I was wondering those same questions."

Mashiro sighed, "We are from the soul society and we are soul reapers so we have our own magic different from yours. What he used is called kido which lets him cast offensive and defensive spells. As for his sword that is called a zanpakuto which every soul reaper has. Since he is a Captain he has two states: shikai and bankai. Do you know if he has used any of those yet?"

Dumbledore answered, " He said a series of words before his sword turned into a lightning bolt with a handle he could wield." Dumbledore was still shocked to see someone control such an unpredictable force of nature like lightning.

Mashiro giggled, "That was just his shikai. He has the strongest of all the electric zanpakuto much like how the Head Captain has the strongest fire type or how little Toshiro has the strongest ice type." While these people didn't know who those Captains were it should have shown that Harry was very powerful.

Everyone was now learning some very valuable information on how powerful Harry was exactly. Ron finally gathered some courage, "How powerful is he?" From where they were standing he was very scary so far but they hadn't even seen him at full strength.

Mashiro giggled again, "Well there is some debate about that but out of the twelve Captains I would put him in the top five, maybe four. While he hasn't fought all the Captains I have seen him fight Kenpachi and win. That man is easily one of the most powerful soul reapers to ever exist." Everyone knew Kenpachi's strength and that was all without learning his sword's name. She shuddered to think what he would be like with a bankai.

Back To The Fight

Harry let Walden Macnair swing away deflecting his swings with one hand on his sword, enjoying letting this idiot think he had a chance against him. Harry was so fast this man was moving in slow motion to him and even if this axe could hurt him it would never get through his defense. "This has been fun death eater but it ends now."

All the death eaters stiffened when they saw a resurrected Harry Potter vanish and appear behind Walden Macnair only to take the man's head in one stroke. The man's head just rolled off his shoulders as his body and axe hit the ground in quick succession. "Alright who is next?"

This was enough for some death eaters who tried to fly away with that spell that turned them into a plume of dark smoke. As they raced to the opening at the top of the kido the death eaters were instantly incinerated and fell as ashes down on the battlefield. Harry just pointed his swords at the death eaters. "I told you there is no escape. You will all die here."

Bellatrix was furious seeing some of their best warriors fall like it was nothing. "CRUCIO!" She screamed as a red bolt raced towards Harry.

Hermione, Sirius and the others screamed to warn Harry who didn't move. He didn't even twitch when those terrifying words were said. Harry on the other hand knew the spell was coming and let it hit him. "That's cute." Harry said not impressed by the famous torture curse. As a soul reaper the spell was nearly an annoyance like a tickle at the very worst. While he wanted to kill the woman now having heard stories about her from Neville Harry decided to save her for later.

Bellatrix and Voldemort were expecting screams but when this older Harry Potter was hit his facial expression didn't even change. Harry even mocked them by calling the unforgivable cute. Voldemort was now very afraid, more afraid than he ever remembered being. "Werewolves attack all at once. Overwhelm him. Tear him limb from limb." That was his genius plan to try to get the upper hand.

From the crowd of over a thousand death eaters a couple hundred werewolves stepped forward with clawed hands and wands ready. Harry didn't even flinch and instead just whistled, "Now the real fun begins."

All the werewolves were more than a little scared watching this man handle their pack leader as if he was a child only to kill him in such a gruesome manner. Still that didn't stop the waves of warriors from rushing in planning to try and kill their enemy since that was the only way they were going to walk out of here alive.

Harry saw them all running at him and with a smile he once again released his shikai. "Strike, Raigeki!" Once again his blade turned into pure electricity crackling with power as he disappeared in a flash step cutting his way through the hundreds of werewolves. All people could hear were sudden screams and electricity crackle from around the battlefield before Harry reappeared with his sword back in its sheath.

The werewolves had scorch marks all over them as limbs were cut off and holes appeared in their chests while some lost their heads entirely. It was a brutal display before they all dropped dead.

Behind The Barrier

All the people assembled were a little green watching this level of violence and brutality. Even Dumbledore who had seen the horror's of the second world war couldn't imagine how this was happening. Harry was moving too fast for the eye to see and that weapon of his was even more powerful than his Elder wand which shouldn't have been possible.

Sirius was just gaping like a fish seeing his godson cut through these animals like butter. "He's toying with them. He's not afraid of them." Not that Harry should be afraid. Frankly, he made it look like child's play to fight this army of arseholes.

Mashiro giggled, "Of course not. He has no reason to be afraid. Even your spells can't penetrate his skin, not to mention you have nothing to threaten him with. With this barrier protecting you you can't be used against him which would be the only thing that could possibly hurt him at least emotionally."

Neville and the twins were breathing sighs of relief they were on this side of the wall. While they all trained for this day and were ready to die they were very glad Harry decided to step in. "So he is in no danger?" Neville asked.

Mashiro nodded, "No danger whatsoever." Mashiro would only be afraid if he was dueling another Captain.

Looking back at the battlefield Harry was still cutting through more death eaters one by one as some conjured bladed weapons to fight him with. Some chose spears, swords and polearms as a way to try and cut him. Voldemort had screamed at his death eaters to do something instead of waiting to get slaughtered like animals. Of course Voldemort kept Lucius, Bellatrix, Snape and Draco close for protection.

Harry enjoyed the fact that this new wave of death eaters were trying to cut him, not relying on their useless magic. Still most of these idiots had never picked up a weapon before so it was easy to dispatch them with a quick slice or stab.

The fight lasted a while as the pile of bodies became so large Harry had to dance on the uneven bodies as he struck down the last couple hundred fighters. All while never taking his eyes off Voldemort watching more and more fear creep into his heart. His massive numbers of followers were quickly diminishing.

Voldemort had never been this angry as he lost more and more of his followers feeling utterly powerless to stop it. Turning to Snape, Voldemort panicked, "Do you know of anything that can stop him?"

Snape had never heard Voldemort with actual fear in his voice. Opening his cloak he pulled out a few vials and small bottles of poisons deadly to anyone including basilisk venom milked from Nagani. "This is the best I have on hand. We never prepared for anything like this."

Everyone left grabbed some of the offerings Snape had on hand hoping this would be the magical thing to save their lives from this truly terrifying monster.

Harry was on his last couple dozen death eaters and after watching Voldemort try to come up with a plan to beat him Harry flash stepped and cut the remaining death eaters down like blades of grass. Flicking his sword to clean the blood Harry said, "And then there were five." Harry mocked.

Bellatrix wanted nothing more than to wipe that smirk off Harry's face. "Death has made you an arrogant itty bitty baby Potter. You don't scare us." As she talked the others slowly spread out to try and surround him while also vanishing all the bodies covering the ground along with the blood which made it likely for them to slip.

Harry let the five of them surround him. "Is that so? What do you think, Draco?" Harry could see they were very much scared but just didn't want to admit it.

Draco jumped not wanting to be singled out by Harry especially after he slaughtered over a thousand people as if they were flies. "Your new tricks don't scare me Potter. I have grown since you've been gone and am one of the dark lord's most dangerous death eaters." Draco couldn't help but brag even in this life and death situation.

Harry rolled his eyes, "Is that so? I guess Voldemort really lowered his standards since I have been gone." Harry joked seeing Draco as the same cocky first year he always has been.

Voldemort was happy Draco was distracting Potter while they all got into position on every side. Their plan was to flank and surround him hoping that would increase their slim odds. 'Good Draco. If you survive this you might even replace your father as my left hand.'

Draco snarled being condescended to. "I earned my mark after I proved my loyalty by killing Ginny Weasley." Draco always knew he wanted to be by the dark lord's side so when given the opportunity he took it.

That was a shock to Harry that made his battle stance drop as he looked to his friends hoping to see his friend's little sister looking back at him. Sadly Ginny was nowhere to be seen and from the sad look in the Weasley family's face he knew it was true."

It was then he felt a few vials and bottles impact and break on his body and for the first time he felt pain. Making a groan he felt the familiar burn of basilisk venom burn straight through his clothes and actually hurt his skin. There was also another potion courtesy of Snape which was enough to disorient him so he didn't know what was happening as he tried to wipe off the poison just before he felt a blinding pain in his back.

Everyone behind the kido wall screamed in horror seeing Harry actually get wounded as Bellatrix pulled a cursed dagger and it actually penetrated his tough skin. Even Mashiro was in shock that her Captain could be caught in a trap by five mortals who should have been ants to him. "Captain, be careful." She cheered hoping her Captain would end this game soon.

Harry felt Bellatrix twist the knife as it slid into his back missing his heart. To kill him it would take more than a six inch knife wound. To get away from the knife Harry flash stepped away while at the same time removing his top and wiping the remaining poison off his body. "Very clever. I will give you all credit you actually hurt me more than I thought you would, however it ends here."

Voldemort snarled at Harry Potter's speed and escapability because with just a few more stabs Bella might have been able to finish him off. Looking at Snape, Voldemort asked, "The venom worked, how much more do you have?"

Snape shook his head two vials left but now that he knows it can hurt him he will be too fast to hit. Snape had switched sides during the war after Harry had been killed. While he wanted to honor Lily he also wanted to be on a winning side. Now that Harry was back that changed in an instant but it was too late.

Harry let the death eaters and Voldemort talk for another moment as he fell into a stance ready to end this fight once and for all. "Bankai Tengoku Raigeki!" Harry let the power of his bankai flow through him now fully releasing his power. The bloody wound on his back healed itself as it slowly closed as lightning surrounded him like rays from the sun.

Voldemort and the others trapped in the courtyard watched in fear as Harry Potter said some words and changed again but this time they knew it was different. Harry Potter looked very different than before with a crown of lightning and a giant thunder bolt in his arm as pure power crackled around him. He almost resembled what they imagined Zeus would have looked like. 'It isn't possible.' Voldemort always thought he was the most powerful person to ever exist and here this brat was who dwarfed his power by millions of degrees.

Draco was the only one who wasn't in shock and grabbed his aunt's dagger before casting a duplicate charm on it to make enough copies for each of them to duel wield since it has been the only thing to injure this monster. He also casted an engorgio charm to make the knives the lengths of swords to increase their odds of winning.

Snape, Voldemort, Lucius, Bellatrix and Draco put away their wands knowing they were useless to grab a cursed knife turned sword. Before they all spread out ready to attack.

Harry just smiled at the five's ability to adapt and at least keep the fight interesting. 'Even in bankai it wouldn't hurt to play with them a little.' With that Harry attacked with the thunderbolt in his hand that acted as his sword while also acting like a projectile if needed.

Behind The Barrier

Hermione was nearly chewing her fingernails, "Is Harry crazy? Why won't he let us help?" Looking at the green haired girl who were teammates she raised her voice, "Why aren't you going in there to help him out?"

Mashiro knew better to get in the way when Harry was working, especially when he was in his bankai. "You still don't understand who your friend is. What he was in the past had no bearing on who he is today. Right now he is a Captain of the thirteen court guard squads and is one of the best fighters we have. You also don't understand the power difference between shikai and bankai. To put it simply, bankai is close to twenty times more powerful than shikai."

Sirius was listening to this girl explain what Harry was while also looking at Harry move. Harry was moving like a true warrior with his shirt off and muscles flexing as he used his thunderbolt to deflect the death eaters blades with a smile on his face. "He is smiling."

Mashiro took note of that as well. "He came up under Kenpachi Zaraki so he has some of that Captain's bad habits. While some Captains don't like to fight, Harry is one of the ones who is always ready for a fight. He also enjoys it which can be scary at times."

Sirius and Remus were just shocked at what Harry had become in such a short time although he did look several decades older so it must have been a longer time for him to grow. Sirius held onto the white Captain's cloak feeling the nice material knowing it was a sign of his godson's status. It was also probably a symbol of pride for Harry being one of the twelve Captains all of whom must have been just as deadly as he was.

Back In The Courtyard

Harry was truly enjoying the fight now that there was an actual sense of danger for him now. Their blades could cut him if he wasn't careful while at the same time they moved so slow it was easy to keep up even though there were five of them. 'Time to knock a piece off the board.'

As Draco and Bellatrix advanced to try and catch Harry in a flanking position he disappeared and they quickly looked around in a panic to find their enemy. Said enemy wasn't anywhere on the battlefield almost as if he was invisible.

Harry jumped into the air and charged up his bankai before aiming it at Lucius Malfoy from above and throwing his thunderbolt like a javelin. The bolt hit Lucius from his head down to his toes causing the man to let out an unholy scream before dying as the electricity fried his body from the inside out. It almost looked like an act of nature instead of the power from a single person.

Draco and the others watched his father die as if he was struck from a thunderstorm. "Father!" Draco rushed to his father's side to see his father wasn't moving and his skin was almost black from the attack. Turning to Harry Potter who was now back on the ground again smirking at him. "You will pay for that."

Harry wasn't impressed by Draco's threat much like when they were still in school. "I highly doubt it. This is just part of your payback for killing Ginny. I am going to make sure you are the last one standing… well besides Voldemort before I kill you both. Now it's just a question of who is next, Snape or Bellatrix."

Snape went as white as a ghost once again seeing a level of power that made him feel insignificant. Bellatrix on the other hand rushed forward cackling ready to take the fight to Harry Potter. Snape almost breathed a sigh of relief as he tried to come up with another plan to tip the odds in their favor.

Harry smiled as he used his thunderbolt as a staff to deflect Bellatrix's wild swings with her cursed knives turned swords. "That's it Bellatrix, get angry. It will make it all the sweeter when I snuff you out once and for all."

Behind The Barrier

Dumbledore wasn't happy at the display of violence Harry was displaying. He had a casual disregard for human life as he already racked up a staggering body count of well over a thousand people. Turning to the green haired woman Dumbledore tried to plead, "Can you please go in there and stop him from torturing these people? Students are watching this and he shouldn't be teaching them it's okay to stoop to the enemy's level." He hoped that was a good excuse but in reality he wanted Snape to live since Snape was his friend even though he had made a mistake rejoining Voldemort. Although under the circumstances of Harry being dead it was understandable.

Mashiro shook her head, "I'm not going in there, are you crazy? The Captain was given orders to kill the snake who keeps cheating death in whatever manner he wants. And even if I wanted to, I'm no match for him." Mashiro had sparred with him before and she was more of a hand to hand fighter. She also wasn't capable of moving at the speeds Harry was especially when he released his zanpakuto so he was able to outclass her in every way.

Minerva McGonagall wasn't happy to hear Dumbledore still stuck up for Snape given the betrayal during the moment their side was losing. Instead she just kept her mouth shut to watch the traitor get what he deserved. She also felt little to no pity for Draco Malfoy who was now a certified murderer by his own admission.

Other students like Neville and Susan wanted all of these people to suffer as much as possible since those monsters killed their family members. Neville even lost his grandmother when his family house was burned to the ground. Both students were more than happy to just sit on their hands watching Harry do more damage than they could ever do.

Cedric Diggory was even on the front lines and had never been more glad Harry won the Triwizard tournament that night. He had been happy for Harry's help the whole tournament by warning him about the dragons before he helped Harry with the second clue. Even now he was very happy Harry was taking care of this particular mess. While he was one of the stronger fighters here he knew when he was outclassed.

Back in the Courtyard

Harry waited for his opening between swipes and stabs from Bellatrix to slip his bolt between her guard and stab her through her stomach before channeling all of his power into the bolt. His crown of lightning burned brighter as Bellatrix screamed louder and louder before her skin turned black and her screams finally stopped. Flicking his weapon to the side Bellatrix slid off his thunderbolt staff and fell to the ground dead and unmoving.

"Sectumsempra!" Snape screamed putting all of his power into a spell of his own creation hoping to stop from dying to a Potter.

The custom made dark spell actually hit Harry in his chest and there was something different about it. What he thought would just bounce off of him instead cut in as deep as paper cuts and now his dozen or so cuts burned in annoyance. Pointing his finger at Snape's chest Harry just said, "Hadō 4 Byakurai!" Harry wasn't about to waste anymore time with the man who was clearly the brains between these idiots.

By the time Snape felt the need for his body to move it was too late. Even with. A hastily put up shield this unknown spell shattered his shield in less than a second. A sudden white bolt of lightning shot out of Harry's pointed finger until it went right through Snape's chest before hitting a stone pillar behind him. The Hadō easily shot through the man's heart and left a smoking finger sized hole as the old professor crumpled, dead before he hit the ground.

Voldemort and Draco were now very terrified. With no way out and their lack of numbers they were now desperate. Just then Harry pointed that same deadly finger at Voldemort and said, "Bakudō 61 Rikujōkōrō." Harry needed to keep Voldemort out of the way for what came next. He even saw the snake flinch expecting the same spell he used on Snape.

Before Voldemort could make a move against Harry six golden rays of light pinned his arms to his waist and he was stuck in place. "What is this Potter?" Voldemort was furious about this new branch of magic he had never seen before. His powerlessness made him feel as if everything was slipping through his fingers.

Harry smiled, "I'm saving you for last, now it's just you and me Draco." With that Harry twirled his thunderbolt as if he was the god of thunder himself. "How do you want to die Draco? Who knows if you get on your knees I might make it quick."

Draco snarled at being treated as if he was a harmless first year. "You bloody keep wishing then Potter. I don't care what happens but I am going to kill you." Draco couldn't show weakness and at this moment he hated no one else more than the revived Harry Potter who just slayed his father.

Harry let out another laugh truly enjoying Draco's despair after all the times Draco gloated that his parents were dead. "By all means Draco, give it your best shot. But we both know the truth. You are just average at best and have hidden behind your father your entire life so what are you now that he's dead." Harry kept taunting Draco knowing no matter how angry he made the blonde he could do nothing about it.

Draco made up his mind and decided to fight back. Using his right hand he threw his cursed long blade at Harry Potter. He then dropped the other blade in his hand to the ground while also grabbing his wand. With a wild sweep of his arm he used magic to gather all the other blades on the ground to send them flying at Harry.

Harry saw the blade coming right at his head and using his weapon of pure energy he batted it away like a fly inches away from his face while never flinching. However once the first one was batted away he saw eight more blades flying through the air right at him. With no other choice Harry flash stepped away to avoid the blades only for Draco to have the blades follow him around the courtyard at a surprisingly fast speed. 'Well I have to give him credit for actually giving me a workout. I guess I can't toy with him for as long as I planned.'

Draco smiled seeing he had Harry on the run. Every time he reappeared the blades were only a few feet behind him and in this small arena Draco had a feeling where to cut Harry off.

Harry saw Draco working out his patterns so much like Byakuya Kuchiki Harry just had to get close enough so the blades couldn't come into his safe zone. 'Credit to you Draco to be mentioned in the same breath as Byakuya Kuchiki. A small honor before I kill you.'

Flash stepping once more Harry then reappeared less than a foot away from Draco. "Enough." With a spin of his weapon the beam of pure electricity was hot enough to slice clean through the wrist holding Draco's wand.

Draco cried out clutching his stump of a hand now that his hand was severed with that the cursed blades clattered to the ground no longer a threat. "You bastard." Draco cursed as the pain was second worse to anything he had ever felt. He had been out under a crucio by the dark lord until he learned from his mistakes.

Harry watched Draco crumple to his knees truly defeated. "Don't beat yourself up, you did better than I thought you would. I really mean it you actually made me run for a little while but sadly your very clever trick wasn't good enough. Sadly I have seen it before and by someone far better than yourself. While I was willing to give you a choice about how you died before once you revealed you killed Ginny things changed. So I will leave it up to the Weasley's." Harry turned to the crowd which had Ron, the twins along with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. "So quick death or painful death?"

Ron and the twins easily answered yelling, "Painful." Hermione slapped the arm of Ron for being so callused to see someone be tortured. However Mr. Weasley wanted mercy while Mrs. Weasley shamefully said, "Painful."

Dumbledore looked shocked at the Weasley's who were a light family. However the loss of their daughter and sister in the last two years had broken their faith in the system. All of them wanted revenge and this was their chance to make it hurt as bad as they hurt when they found Ginny dead after their house was burned down. The death eaters tortured her and left her a bloody mess for them to find.

Harry made a tsk noise with his mouth before adding, "Seems you have no friends left if you ever had any at all. Let these words act as your eulogy." Clearing his throat Harry began with the incantation to a devastating hadō. "Seeping crest of turbidity. Arrogant vessel of lunacy! Boil forth and deny! Grow numb and flicker! Disrupt sleep! Crawling queen of iron! Eternally self-destructing doll of mud! Unite! Repulse! Fill with soil and know your own powerlessness! Hadō number 90 Kurohitsugi!"

Everyone was curious to know what Harry was chanting but that was answered when a black box of energy surrounded Draco and everyone heard him scream as black spears from all around the box penetrated the box from head to toe.

After a couple seconds the box disappeared and Draco was covered in holes as the spiritual energy spears pierced his entire body killing himself ten times over. "And then there was one." Directing his gaze to the struggling Voldemort caught in his kido Harry just strolled over without a care in the world. "Didn't think it was going to end this way did you?" Harry knew he didn't. He had zero thoughts it was possible for Harry Potter to come back from the dead, much less come back with this level of power.

Voldemort had never been more angry as he watched all of his dreams come crumbling around him. "I killed you. This shouldn't be possible." Now Voldemort was nearly pouring about being outplayed.

Harry decided to explain his whole situation over again. "One thing I left out is that when you killed me the Soul King knew this was fated to happen so he brought my soul to the soul society personally and put me in the academy. From there I have trained non stop for this very moment. Even though I could have taken you when I was a simple fourth seat, I had to wait for this exact moment when you all gathered all or most of your minions in one place. Anyway this was how it was always supposed to end. A battle between you and I to the death. I won the first one, you won the second one and I will win this one except there will be no rematch for you. This is the end."

Voldemort was still trying his best to break this binding magic while also screaming, "I have horcruxes! With those I will never die. I will keep coming back no matter what you do."

Once again Harry just laughed as if it was the funniest joke he had ever heard. "Have you been paying attention? When I say it's over I mean it's over. Once I kill you with my zanpakuto that means you are gone forever. Soul anchors or not this sword shatters any hold you think you have in this world. I will cut your soul chain and sever everything from all realms. So come to terms with finally dying because that is what is going to happen." Harry decided to let Voldemort have a moment to come to terms with it although it was more of torturing him with his own mortality.

Voldemort kept fighting hoping to get a hand free to choke that smug look off Potter's face once and for all. "I will find a way to come back. Lord Voldemort will never die!" The monster screamed, unable to believe this is how his legend would end.

Harry decided to enjoy this rather than killing a defenseless animal. Cancelling his kido he watched Voldemort fall to his knees as he scrambled for a wand and a blade. Voldemort was so glad that the boy was so cocky he was giving his enemy another chance to kill him.

Harry could see the glee on Voldemort's face to be given another chance to possibly kill him. 'Enjoy this two seconds victory because it's going to be over in a literal flash.' Giving Voldemort the space to scramble for a fallen cursed blade Harry took a step back to power up for the final blow.

Voldemort had a spell on the tip of his tongue he planned to use to attack the wall protecting Harry's friends in hope of breaking it to gain some leverage. With his wand tip glowing on his feet he was ready to gain some leverage. 'If I can grab one of his friends as a hostage I can get him to release the barrier so I can flee.'

Voldemort was lost in his own plan; he didn't even notice Harry was glowing as his crown and eyes were pure electricity with his whole body showing the energy crackling around him. Even his weapon became thicker and a brighter golden color. He even changed his grip so he wasn't wielding the bolt like a sword and instead more like a javelin.

Just when Voldemort finalized his plan ready to execute it the first syllable out of his mouth was cut short by Harry vanishing in front of him. That was when everything went black right after he saw Harry pull his arm back.

The second before Voldemort's world went black Harry had thrown his bankai thunderbolt right at the head of Voldemort so fast it passed through him like a ray of light. Harry then had to reach speeds faster than a normal flash step to make it behind Voldemort to catch it after it passed through the snake's head. Harry caught it a couple imches before it went straight through the shield barrier protecting his friends.

Behind The Barrier

Everyone let out a gasp of shock to see Harry vanish and reappear in a flash catching his weapon inches away from the barrier. Within another second they watch Voldemort's body drop to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut. With that they watched the terrifying god of thunder that was Harry Potter change back into looking like a normal person. No longer wearing a crown of electricity or a glowing terrifying unearthly power.

Harry sheathed his zanpakuto feeling the power of his bankai fade along with the colossal amount of power that comes with it. The air stopped crackling around him and the atmosphere was now a little lighter. With everything going back to normal and all of his enemies being dead he cancelled all of the barriers he had in place. From the one in front of his friends to the one surrounding the school so no one escaped.

Mashiro ran over to her Captain. "Captain! Are you okay?" While she wanted to hug him she also knew he still might have that burning liquid on him.

Harry nodded, "Took a little more energy than I thought it would plus I will have to visit Captain Unohana for these burns. You just know she is going to scold me for being so reckless and I will never hear the end of it." Harry liked Unohana but her motherly act did get annoying especially given her power and the fact they had yet to cross swords. Every older Captain was scared of her which let him know that must have been for a reason.

Mashiro giggled, "Well you should be more careful dummy. Now why didn't you wake me up before you left?" Mashiro expected her Captain to wake her up before he left because he wasn't supposed to go all on his lonesome and he refused every other Captain's help.

Harry waved his upset lieutenant off. "I get it, I will be more careful, come on and let me talk to my friends who I haven't seen in forever before we have to leave." Harry didn't wait for a response before just walking past her and going right up to his godfather who was still holding his Captain's haori. With the kanji number nine stitched on the back as well as the black silk lining on the inside of the haori.

Sirius felt a chill in the air with his robes and Harry was walking around topless. "I think you want this back."

Harry slid back into his Captain's haori. "Luckily this didn't get damaged. Thanks for holding onto it for me while I took out the trash." Harry joked before being embraced by his godfather who looked to be about the same age as he was given the many years Harry aged in the soul society.

Sirius had tears coming out his eyes. "Good job pup. You made your parents proud." Sirius didn't know what else to say because he was in complete awe of what he just witnessed. The power his godson had and the way he slaughtered an entire army was incredible. It also saved them the trouble and saved all their lives because their odds were looking slim anyways. Last night most of them all had a drink and toasted to the fact most of them were going to die during this battle. It was a date they were all ready for before Harry showed up.

While this happy reunion was going on Dumbledore walked over to Voldemort who had a smoking gaping hole in his head where Harry's thunderbolt passed through. 'Oh Tom. If only you hadn't chosen this path this could have been avoided. You had such promise.' Dumbledore knew he failed the boy who had a rough childhood which rotted his brain with wickedness. If only he was able to do more he could have prevented this.

Everyone got in on giving Harry a hug giving him more hugs in a minute than he had in his entire life. Once everyone gave Harry a hug Harry had to answer some questions including some by a run down and ragged Rita Skeeter who had been in Hogwarts for her own safety after a few badly worded articles. The witch clearly had better days seeing as she wasn't wearing makeup and her hair wasn't in her classic short cut. Instead she had longer hair that was no longer styled and looked twenty years older with bags around her eyes almost matching everyone else here.

Harry answered best he could since it was beyond most of their comprehension. No matter how hard Hermione asked certain questions some were even beyond him. He had to tell her he doesn't know what happens when you die normally only that he was taken to the soul society which was very rare for a magic user. From the way it was described it was almost as if magic users had their own afterlife. While he wouldn't be able to be with his parents in this afterlife he had made friends in the soul society and didn't mind doing the interesting job for the rest of his immortal life. It would at least keep him busy.

The twins and Ron nearly tried to hoist Harry onto their shoulders for avenging Ginny and giving them all satisfaction seeing Draco finally get what was coming to him. Mrs. Weasley gave Harry a big hug and asked if he wanted a sweater to take home which he politely declined. Still he was happy he was able to give his first family a little closure.

Then there was McGonagall who was so happy no more of her students had to die today. While she did pity the students like Draco who were indoctrinated with this rubbish she knew there were no more second chances. They had crossed the line to the point they could no longer confirm into a law abiding citizen. Still she gave her old favorite student a few kind words expressing her thanks with a firm handshake.

Even Cedric came over to give Harry a handshake to thank him for winning the Triwizard tournament. Cedric often thought about how close to death he was that night and had never been happier to know he avoided a very painful death.

Harry shook Cedric's hand, "Glad to see you survived." Harry noticed both of them were similar height but he was in significantly better shape. The difference in strength was immeasurable but Harry couldn't help but notice it. The two of them competed against each other the last time they met and in the meantime Harry had become a million times more competitive. "Take care Cedric." The two then parted as Harry made the rounds.

Neville waited his turn but had to thank Harry for ending Bellatrix Lestrange once and for all. Her final death screams felt cathartic for all the pain she caused him by torturing his parents to madness and probably killing his grandmother. Of course he gave Harry a brotherly hug which was returned.

Harry tried to give Neville some parting wisdom. "Stand up for yourself Nev. I can tell you have gotten stronger since I have been gone. Take control and be a force for good take your family seat and make real change and fight to make sure no more dark lord's rise up. I can't come back here again so it's all on the rest of you."

Everyone listening including Hermione, Susan and Daphne Greengrass heard his words planning to get directly involved with the Ministry to put in laws so this couldn't happen again. No more muggleborn labor slash death camps and no more blood purity nonsense.

Just as Harry was getting ready to say goodbye a senkaimon opened right in the center of the courtyard. Harry nor Mashiro were expecting anyone but soon groaned seeing Captain Mayuri Kurotsuchi walk through with his daughter Nemu. Literally the last person Harry wanted to see.

The appearance of the now familiar doors made Dumbledore and all of the others back up in fear after seeing what Harry was capable of.

Harry just groaned as the whole crowd of wizards and witches recoiled at seeing the Captain's almost clown-like face. The creature's golden teeth and unnatural skin unnerved them all. "What are you doing here Kurotsuchi?" It was almost a rhetorical question because if the man was here he wanted something.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi was looking around the battlefield to find the one that Captain Potter talked about in their Captain's meeting. "Oh here he is. Would you look at that nearly a snake human hybrid. Very interesting. I can't wait to dissect you into a million pieces until you are nothing but mush until my curiosity is finally sated." The scientifically crazed Captain was talking to the dead body as if it was alive. "Nemu! Stop being useless and grab the specimen then bring it back to the lab. Oh Captain, what was this thing's name again?"

That's when Hermione spoke up, "His name is Voldemort. Why does it matter now that he is dead?" Hermione had seen monsters in human form but never a monster like this. Whatever this thing was made all of the hair on the back of her neck stand up.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi laughed similarly to Voldemort in an evil manner. "Oh dear girl I need to know his name so I know what to write on the labels of the jars. I'm going to cut him up into tiny pieces and study him and this so-called magic you all possess. It all becomes a little tedious but I try to separate my experiments by name to keep my lab organized." With that the Captain looked back at his servant of a lieutenant. "Hurry it up Nemu!"

Everyone was very grossed out by the description this monster painted. Talking about stuffing Voldemort into jars and studying him was truly sick and demented.

Harry felt a headache begin to start. "I thought the Head-Captain said no with regards to your experiments with Voldemort." Leave it to Mayuri, the one person besides Voldemort to truly get on his nerves. Both were the side of the same coin and scarily alike. Plus Harry knew Mayuri tried to blur the line between science and selfish desire to avoid death.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi just gave everyone a creepy wide smile, his golden teeth scaring everyone looking at him. "He said I couldn't do live experiments on him but he said nothing about what would happen to the body upon its death. Be grateful I waited for your battle to conclude at all. You were taking so long I could have come down here and done it myself in a fraction of the time." Mayuri Kurotsuchi watched the whole fight and these wizards, while interesting, were no match for their soul reapers power. Even with his Ashisogi Jizō he could have cut down that entire group of dark robe-wearing wizards. On top of that he wouldn't have even needed to use his bankai like the squad nine Captain showed off.

Harry felt a vein in his forehead throb. "This was personal for me so I drew it out on purpose. We both know what would happen if I wanted to end it quickly." Harry felt Kurotsuchi's impatience wanting to get back to the lab. Harry also felt annoyed at Kurotsuchi for subtly implying that he was better than him. Mayuri and his weird baby bankai was nowhere near Harry's level and with one throw of his bankai would end his precious Konjiki Ashisogi Jizō. 'What a useless bankai. Two seconds is all I would need to finally put an end to you.'

Mayuri just scoffed, "Don't think I'm afraid of you, we both know what would happen if we were to fight." Mayuri despised when Captains thought themselves better than him just because he was a scientist first. Brains always beat brawn.

Harry sighed, "I beat Kenpachi and you can't so I think that settles that debate unless you want to test your theory for real this time. I dare you to release your zanpakuto because it will be the last thing you ever do." With that Harry's hand was now on his zanpakuto ready to strike if the clown wanted to finally make a move. He knew the disdain the clown Captain had for all the other Captains. Which was mutual because even Suì-Fēng had no love for the clown.

Everyone else in the courtyard were terrified seeing a monster just as grotesque as Voldemort appear. Plus it seemed as if Harry didn't like him which was another bad sign. The people who felt brave enough raised their wands a little just in case Harry needed their help, almost forgetting spells that did nothing to these soul reapers.

Mayuri scoffed again once he saw Nemu grab his new test subject including the subject's little stick. "When you speak to the Head-Captain, tell him I will be in my lab for the next week as I run tests. Feel free to drop by as I figure out what makes you magic users tick. Just hope I don't decide to put you under my microscope." With that Mayuri let out another evil cackle as he walked through the doorway back to the soul society that never closed.

Harry watched as the cocky scientist walked through the senkaimon. As the doors closed Nemu and her maker were finally gone. Harry felt the whole courtyard relax once the Captain of squad twelve was gone. "Sorry about that but that is one of my colleagues." Those were the kindest words he could use to describe that cretin. 'Killing both Mayuri and Voldemort on the same day would have been a dream come true. That was if I wouldn't be put in jail for killing a fellow Captain who hadn't committed a crime. Besides general crimes against nature. One day he will cross the line and I will be there to finally put an end to him.' Of course when that day came he would have to get in line because everyone wanted their chance to kill the Captain of squad twelve.

Dumbledore felt a coldness from that man or thing that reminded him very much of Voldemort. "You work with him?" Dumbledore wanted to know what heavenly organization would hire a creature as evil as that. Dumbledore could sense something foul from that thing as soon as it stepped into their world. That thing gave off the same energy as Voldemort and had the derangement of Bellatrix Lestrange.

Harry rubbed the back of his head in frustration. "Sadly yes. You have no idea how hated he really is. However he is the best scientist we have so he gets a pass most of the time. The Head-Captain has had to step in a lot to make sure he isn't killed by one of the other Captains including myself." Harry wished just once the Head-Captain allowed someone to put the Captain in his place.

Dumbledore was suddenly worried about Harry being stuck in the same realm as that psychopath. However Dumbledore thought better of it after seeing what Harry could really do when he let loose. Plus Harry seemed confident even if it came to a showdown he would come out on top. It was impossible to say what skills the clown possessed but Harry seemed to think he outmatched him in every other way.

Hermione loved to run experiments and learn everything she could but she couldn't imagine working for that monster. Everyone was in the same boat having to shake off the dirty feeling from that little interaction.

Sirius took the silence to ask his godson, "So any babes in the soul society or is it all just creepy men… no offense." Sirius hoped Harry's afterlife wasn't just a boring job for the rest of eternity. He hoped his godson was out sleeping with powerful hot babes who knew how to handle more than just a sword.

Harry rubbed his head again, "We have a few." Harry was brought into his fantasies or memories of all of the other hot women in the soul society. He had quite a few to choose from. Thankfully he was more popular in the afterlife than he was when he was in school. Since dying he has had many nights not spent alone but with a beautiful woman.

That was when Mashiro jumped in, "I better be on that list, mister." Mashiro hated it when she was overlooked for her obvious beauty. She knew she didn't have the height or assets of some of the other women but hated being looked at like a child much like Yachiru.

Harry shuddered, "You are like my little sister, why would you be on my list?" Harry never thought of his lieutenant in a sexual manner possibly because she still looked like a teenager. He was much rather interested in the women around him. Even the cold and dangerous Suì-Fēng was shorter than Mashiro but was pure woman with not an ounce of childhood left inside her.

Mashiro crossed her arms, "Of course you are probably thinking of Rangiku. That big breasted slut." Mashiro was insanely jealous of the big busty Lieutenant who caught everyone's eyes, men and women alike.

Harry was thinking of Rangiku having gone home with her a few nights after a long night of drinking. "I'm not answering that question because you are going to go blab whoever I mention and make me look like a pervert." Harry tried to deflect even though his face was heating up thinking of their drunken nights together.

Mashiro was going to do exactly that, still upset she didn't make his list. "Whatever. You killed everyone so can we go home now?" She wanted to go home to go back asleep since this mission started at the crack of dawn. Of course Harry was going to cover her side of the paperwork but she just wanted to go back to sleep.

Harry rolled his eyes, "Give me a few minutes." Mashiro just sighed and sat on the school step waiting for her Captain to take her home. She was already going to get an earful for sleeping through his departure, she didn't want another for coming home without him.

After some more questions and answers Madam Rosmerta and Mrs. Weasley came in with two crates of butterbeer and firewhiskey for him to take home knowing the boy must have been incredibly homesick after decades away from the magical world. Nothing cured homesickness like the food and tastes of your home.

Harry was actually excited to be getting a few crates of treats to bring back. He could share the firewhiskey with Captain Kyōraku and Ukitake. Then of course there was Rangiku who would want a taste of whatever he brought back. He just hoped there was someone who could replicate these drinks for the whole soul society to taste. Thanking them for their gift he hoped that all of the wizarding world could move on from this in his absence.

Dumbledore and the other Auror capable witches and wizards were already forming a plan to go and free all of the labor slash death camps to save those poor souls as soon as possible. Before the word reached those camps that their dark lord had been slain in battle.

With a final round of goodbyes Harry nearly cried saying goodbye to his godfather hoping if he could get another audience with the Soul King he could ask to bring Sirius to the soul society. He would love to have his godfather with him possibly in his squad going on missions together. Teaching his godfather about sword fighting along with learning his sword's name. Harry wished he had more time with Sirius and wished he could bring the old dog with him.

Hermione was openly crying tears of joy and sadness seeing Harry leave. That night of the final task and seeing his severed head always haunted her dreams. However now knowing he was alive in a way and happy would hopefully put that to bed. Now she was just sad he was leaving when she still had a billion questions for him. This whole soul society business fascinated her and she wanted to hear everything about it.

Ron hugged his best mate, thanking him again for making Draco suffer and avenging his sister. Seeing Harry again like this inspired him to possibly join the Aurors and do some real good, much like Harry who took the fight to Voldemort. While he also wanted to be a pro quidditch player the Aurors is where he could do the most good.

The twins wish they could have done more for Harry but instead they put a bunch of the products they were planning to use today in a bottomless charmed bag to take home and possibly use if he's in a pinch. They had bombs, smoke clouds to conceal their position and blind the enemy to a bunch of other chaos creating devices that could have helped them win today. There were even fireworks they had planned to use if they won. They planned to light up the sky for miles to let everyone know of their victory.

Harry took the bag with the plan of giving some to Kisuke Urahara to maybe replicate or gather inspiration from. Heavens knew he enjoyed a little prank or two. Too bad those three couldn't meet because they would be in the lab cooking up products in two seconds and probably wouldn't leave the lab for a month.

Just before Harry was about to open the senkaimon and go home Rita Skeeter ran up again. "Harry before you go, what are your final words to the wizarding world?" She wanted Harry Potter's final quote because that was going to be on the front page along with all of the pictures of Harry and this final battle.

Harry took a moment to think before finally saying what he wanted to say. "I'm sorry I wasn't there the last couple years and I'm sorry that my death caused so much pain. To remedy that I want the Potter fortune to go towards rebuilding and to help anyone severely affected by the war. It's my apology for not being strong enough when you needed it most. I love this world and it was my home and while I have a new home now it doesn't make me love this one any less. Good luck everyone and I hope you all can finally live in peace and harmony." Harry could see a change in Rita seeing as she was writing his words word for word instead of making up lies like during the tournament.

Sirius had been in control of the Potter fortune since Harry's death, being his legal guardian before he died. Sirius of course would honor his godson's wish along with pledging some of his own gold. Of course that wasn't counting all of the gold the Ministry was going to seize from these dead pureblood families to pay for rebuilding and retribution. Everyone in those torture camps deserved to be taken care of for the rest of their lives.

With everything finished and closing his final chapter in the wizarding world he felt a weight lift off his shoulders. Harry never felt lighter as he wanted to fully focus on his new life in the soul society without this eating at him. Every night dreaming and having nightmares of his time in the graveyard or what was happening because he died. He had countless nightmares of his friends dying while Voldemort laughed at him. Now those would be over and he could fully give everything he had to being a soul reaper.

Opening the senkaimon Harry watched the doors open as Mashiro carried the crates of alcohol with a scowl. Meanwhile he just held onto a small bottomless charmed bag of pranks. "Think about this next time you decide to sleep in." He told Mashiro that he wanted to punish a little instead of writing her up in a report.

With another wave he bid everyone a farewell before walking through the rice paper doors to head back to the soul society.

Once Harry was gone everyone just looked around, almost shocked about what happened. It was almost unreal they just witnessed all of that. It almost felt like a dream until you looked around the courtyard to see the smoking bodies of Lucius and Bellatrix. Snape seemed to get off lightly with a quick spell through the heart killing him almost instantly compared to Lucius and Bellatrix; both who died very painfully. There were even dark black scorch marks all over the ground from Harry's special sword.

Neville walked over to Bellatrix's body and nearly felt the urge to urinate on it but instead he just flicked his wand casting an incendio on it to finish the cremation process. Dumbledore wanted to give Draco and Snape a proper funeral despite protests from the Weasley and others. He always felt Draco was too easily swayed by his father who had such a hold on him. Draco looked at his father like a hero instead of the fiend he really was. 'I am sorry you two. You both deserved better as well but were caught on the wrong side.'

The same respect was not given to Lucius who was also incinerated in the courtyard until the two death eater bodies were reduced to ash. After their ashes were scattered in the wind students and others started to go back into Hogwarts for a victory meal before they went out to start working on rebuilding the entirety of the magical UK.

Soul Society

Harry and Mashiro walked through the gate and were greeted with a welcoming party including the Head-Captain who already looked angry, probably because Mayuri passed through earlier with Voldemort's body over Nemu's shoulder.

The Head-Captain had written correspondence with the Soul King to know this day was always coming. "Is it done?" While the answer was obvious he wanted verbal confirmation from his Captain.

Harry just bowed showing respect for the scarred old warrior who ruled the soul society with an iron fist. "Yes, Head-Captain it is done." Harry always wanted to compare old man Yama as his stufent Captain Kyōraku called him to Dumbledore but there was no comparison. If Dumbledore had the strength of the Head-Captain Voldemort would have never been a problem. Old man Yama wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty to make an example of someone. He would reduce a person like Voldemort to ashes well before he reached a position of being a genuine problem.

While Dumbledore made a better grandparent figure Harry would much rather have the powerful general figure that was Genryūsai Yamamoto. Such a shame Dumbledore didn't have that in him because he was regarded as the most powerful wizard in the world but didn't use his powers to the best of his ability when it counted.

The old man nodded while leaning on his cane, "Then I want you to write your reports and detail everything including the details about Captain Kurotsuchi's involvement in the conflict." The Head-Captain was furious about one of his Captain's refusing his orders. One way or another the Captain of squad twelve was going to be disciplined.

Harry gave another bow of respect before the Head-Captain and his lieutenant flash stepped back to their office. Breathing a sigh of relief Harry relaxed as his friends started to surround him. The first was Captain Hitsugaya who was very cordial and knew how important today was for him. Reaching over into the crate Mashiro was holding he pulled a big bottle of butterbeer.

Captain Hitsugaya came forward, "I trust you didn't make a mockery of the soul society in front of all those mortals." The small white haired Captain was always worried about the reputation of himself, squad or the soul society as a whole. There was also a little competition with Harry because the both of them were prodigies.

Harry handed the bottle of butterbeer to the smaller Captain. "Of course I held myself to a level of honor befitting a Captain. Now here is a little gift from me to you I think you will like." Harry knew Toshiro sometimes needed to relax and a small drink alone might remove the stiffness in his entire being.

Toshiro took the large bottle of amber liquid made to look all the larger in his smaller hands. "What is this?"

Harry knew the frosty Captain was always weary of everything just in case plus he wasn't a big sake drinker. "It's just a sweet beverage I think you will like. It's something the magical mortals drink and it was my favorite drink in the world."

Toshiro just nodded before his lieutenant ran forwards to hug Harry. "Oh you are giving out gifts? What did you get your favorite drinking pal then?" The woman tried to set her monsterous mounds of flesh in his face as she did to everyone she liked to hug.

Harry just smiled, feeling Rangiku's breasts rub against his face as the busty redhead jumped on his taller frame. "I got a special bottle for us to share tonight. What do you say? Want to come around to my room and share a bottle of firewhiskey?"

Rangiku let out a near moan hearing alcohol would be involved. "I never turn down a drink and I just hope I don't get too tipsy. If I get too drunk I might have to stay the night." With that the woman jumped off Harry looking forward to tonight. Smiling knowing once they started drinking she wasn't going anywhere until the morning.

With that taken care of next was Shunsui Kyōraku who now reminded Harry a little of his Godfather. "I think I could use a drink as well. What do you say you join Jūshirō and I for some tea and a stiff drink?" The pink robe wearing Captain was always in the mood for a drink.

Harry nodded, "Let me finish up with everyone else and I will meet you at your barracks." Harry knew he still had to talk to Kenpachi who was grinning like a maniac who wanted to hear all about the fight. The poor Captain fought to be involved with the mission, wanting a chance to fight a supposed immortal wizard. Of course Harry wanted to do it on his own while also wishing Hogwarts wasn't destroyed by his friend's spiritual pressure or his crazy attacks. The captain hated holding back and if he let loose he would have reduced Hogwarts to ruble.

The laid back Kyōraku and Jūshirō just nodded before flash stepping back to their drinking spot to wait for Harry to join them. Harry just sighed as the hulking Kenpachi stepped forward putting Harry in his shadow. "So how was the battle? Tell me everything?"

Harry just sighed before the cute and adorable pink haired Yachiru poked her head over Kenpachi's giant shoulders. "Hi there Harry!"

Harry waved to the pink haired girl who he saw like a sister. "Well I used my bankai just to show off a little which was fun. I was even tempted to use it on Kurotsuchi when he came to take the body."

Kenpachi growled because he hated that man as well and wanted nothing more than to wipe his stupid cocky smirk off his face. While Kenpachi didn't mind name calling, usually the way Kurotsuchi called him a monkey boiled his blood. "You should have. I swear every Captain's meeting I feel like challenging him to a fight to take his Captain's job as well. No one has been captain of two squads at once."

Harry chuckled imagining Kenpachi running squad twelve. "Double Captain has a nice ring to it." The two warriors laughed for a moment before Harry added, "I will come by this week for some more sparring."

Kenpachi smiled like a shark while Yachiru cheered, "Harry and Kenny are going to fight. Aren't you happy Kenny?" The little bubblegum pink haired girl loved it when Kenny was happy.

Kenpachi was very happy, "Oh yeah Yachiru I'm very happy. Why don't we go get Ikkaku and do some training right now." With that the two left in a flash satisfied they got what they wanted.

That was when the Captain of squad four Retsu Unohana stepped forward with her famous large front braid. "I see you aren't wearing anything under your haori Captain. I trust you didn't injure yourself." Her words always had a scary edge to them especially when she felt like you knew better or you were injured because of carelessness.

Harry shamefully nodded while shrugging off his haori, "I have some minor burns and what feels like paper cuts on my chest that sting a little." He hoped the woman was in a good mood and wasn't going to make him go into her squad to treat him.

Retsu just smiled seeing the injuries as very minor and something that could be taken care of in two seconds. Without a word she casted a healing kido as her hand glowed green as she brought it to his chest and back. "You need to not be so careless but you are relatively uninjured which is better than I thought when you said you would be fighting over a thousand magic users. I have never seen magical damage before so I feared the worst."

Harry felt her hand ghost over him as his wounds quickly closed and stopped stinging like an annoying bee sting. "Sorry Captain Unohana. They used a potent snake venom for the burns that I didn't dove assuming it wouldn't injure me. I will be more careful next time."

Retsu Unohana always liked the Captain of squad nine so she didn't scold him too much. As her hand ran over his very muscular body she let her mind soften as she imagined them in a more private situation. He was the most attractive Captain by far and someone on it if not higher than her power level. While she has been celibate for over a thousand years she was willing to break that for the famous Captain of squad nine who had many women wrapped around her finger.

Retsu has even had to take care of Rangiku after one of their nights drinking where she came into squad four with a vicious hangover and bruised handprints all over her body including her tits and ass. When inquiring about those bruises she got a very detailed description that made her look at the black haired Captain differently. "Okay all healed. I still recommend you come see me in my office personally tomorrow for a full check up but I see no harm in letting you enjoy the rest of your day."

Harry just nodded, very happy he managed to dodge scary Unohana and instead got the Madam Pomfrey version of the healer. Usually that only happened if you managed to get looked over by Lieutenant Isane Kotetsu instead. Not choosing to look a gift horse in the mouth he let the fellow Captain just pull her hand back before flash stepping back to her squad.

'I can't forget to go in tomorrow or else Unohana will be very upset and probably track me down.' Harry made sure to burn in his head that he had to visit her tomorrow. Harry then talked with a few other stragglers like other lieutenants who he drank with regularly. All before he grabbed a bottle of firewhiskey and told Mashiro to put the crates in his office before she could go back to her room.

With everything settled he made his way to have drinks with his fellow Captain's before he planned to have a very wild night with the famous Rangiku Matsumoto. 'All in all, today couldn't have gone any better.' Harry was very happy at the result of a long journey to finally fulfill his destiny of putting an end to Voldemort once and for all.

End

Please let me know what you thought of this fic because it is a little out of my comfort zone. I know some people would love for this to continue with Harry shagging his way through the soul society, who knows what will happen in the future because once the new season of Bleach comes out it might inspire me to revisit it.

Anyways I also want to mention a line that I took from pirates of the Caribbean. The "it's not possible" then Harry responding "Not probable" is what Barbosa says to Captain Jack after seeing him again after stranding him on that island for a second time. I thought the line would fit perfectly here.

What was your favorite part? Please review and let me know.