All I can say is, give this a chance before turning away.

Now, we hear references to sorcerers and warlocks and the like, but those are pretty much political titles. But... What if they weren't just mere titles? What if they were actual levels of power, or told you what type of witch/wizard you were dealing with?

And it's from that line of thinking that spawned this idea.

This is another fusion idea that I had fairly recently. I got this idea while I was reading into a new fandom I just got into called "Bleach". I am currently at the end of the Soul Society Arc, and this idea came to me while I was reading the Byakuya/Ichigo fight.

So, if you guessed that this is a fusion of both Harry Potter and Bleach, you guessed correctly. Don't touch that dial just yet though! This is a FUSION, NOT a X-over. There are no Shinigami, no Hollows, no Soul Society, no Ichigo, Orihime, etc. I am merely using the concepts of Shikai and Bankai as levels of power for Wizards and Witches.

So sit back and enjoy and let me know what you think of this...

Good? Bad? Ugly?

Headmaster Dumbledore looked out over the castle grounds at his beloved school. For many years he had trained and guided the some of best and the brightest witches and wizards in all of Britain, and even the world.

Ministry Officials, members of the Wizengamot and the International Confederation of Wizards, Quidditch Stars and Dueling Champions, top researchers for the Department of Mysteries and even the silent and unknown Unspeakables.

However, he was troubled.

He knew what was coming and that his actions were finally coming back to him. It was lack of intervention that caused Tom Riddle's fall into darkness, just as it was it because of his intervention and machinations that nearly caused that of Harry Potter. He sighed lowering his gaze. There was nothing he would change. He learned long ago to live without regrets, as anyone who truly knew him would surely know that he, Albus Dumbledore, the great and wise "Leader of the Light", had more sins to regret than even some of the most evil Dark Lords.

He solemnly walked through the castle, his time drawing near.

He could feel it.

The castle knew, as it knew all of his secrets, and many more yet untold. However, to the rest of the world, he appeared as carefree and eccentric as always. Yet, he could not escape.

It was inevitable.

The end was near.

He silently moved through the grounds.

Hogwarts.

A grand and glorious school of magic. Home to some of the most prestigious and most capable Wizards and Witches, Warlocks and Sorcerers of all time. Home to the majority of the only Arch-Mages to ever walk the Earth.

Not once in its' many years had it ever fallen into enemy hands. Salazar Slytherin had never returned after his self-exile and Grindlewald's bloody assault had not ended well for him. Voldemort never even tried to make any form of attack on Hogwarts, except during the time when Harry Potter was a student and even then there was never a direct assault.

Albus Dumbledore looked down at the lake from where he stood on top of a hill. He felt the magic all around him. He felt the changes in the wind.

"So it's time, isn't it, Harry?"

He slowly turned his head towards the boy, turned man, who stood silently behind him. He studied Harry's face. It was cool and near expressionless. Only a small frown and slightly narrowed eyes belied his passive calm. On the outside the boy was master of his surroundings, aware of every last detail. Internally, he was struggling for control, wishing very much to rage at the man who had caused so much pain in his life.

"It is," Harry answered curtly.

"You know, I can not come quietly," replied the Headmaster.

"I had hoped to do this without a fight," Harry said, his frown deepening.

"There can be no other way," said Dumbledore, "I have known for sometime that this day would happen, and I welcome it with no regrets. Can you say the same?"

"I..." Harry hesitated. He then gave the Headmaster a small, sad smile, "I can't say..."

"In time, whatever grief and turmoil, whatever misplaced guilt you feel over this, will pass," Dumbledore told him, "Do not dwell on this. I have made my decisions and stand by them. Each and every one. I am not worth a second thought."

"Then... Then why...?"

"Because... It is what you need. You are a great wizard, my boy. Greater than I could ever be, greater than even Voldemort," Dumbledore replied, "For too long I have held the reigns of this world. My time passed long ago. The true question is... Are you ready?"

"No."

"We shall see," said the Headmaster, now turning to face Harry. "It's just like it was back then. The day had been very similar when I showed you how to access the true extent of your power. Every thing I've done, every decision I made back then, was all in preparation for this."

"But Voldemort..."

"Was a terrible threat, yes, but whether you like it or not, you are a 'Hero', Harry. A true Hero, and they always find a way to serve justice and protect those who can not do so themselves. They always find within themselves, the latent hidden talents needed to overcome their foes," said Dumbledore, "Voldemort was such an enemy. A threat to everything you have ever loved in your life. You would have found a way to defeat him, it was part of who you are. I am merely an old soul whose sins have merely caught up with him. I am also a teacher and this is your final evaluation... One last fight to determine if you have what it takes... To lead the world into tomorrow."

Albus took a deep breath. "My time is over. It has been for a long time. Yours, however, has yet to begin. So I ask you... Do you have what it takes? Are you ready to take my place and lead the Wizarding World down the right path, as I have failed to do?"

Harry looked at the aged Professor in surprise. He wasn't sure what, if anything, he could say. Despite the old man's faults, he was wise and powerful and HAD done some good in the World. He had accomplished more than many other wizards could hope to accomplish and yet the man had laid everything at his feet. To be honest, he thought he would never truly be ready to fill the shoes the Headmaster had worn for more than a century, let alone surpass the wizened old wizard.

"Draw your wand Harry," ordered Dumbledore, pulling out his own, holding it out in front of him. "Unleash your power. Do not hold back. I do not want to, but I will kill you."

Harry's eyes widened behind his round, thin rimmed glasses. The amount of magic that surged around Dumbledore was astounding. Yet, even as it surged and continued to saturate the air around them, it was by far calmer and more soothing than anything he had ever felt from Voldemort, yet... It was nearly still as large and imposing as the Dark Lord's had been.

"Rise from the ashes... Burn the skies with your righteousness... Phoenix... RELEASE!" Dumbledore whispered softly, yet Harry heard every word.

A small pulse of magic was released and let out a visible shockwave centered around Dumbledore's wand. The small stick of wood then burst into orange and red flames in his hand. A small plume of flame when up, will fire lanced from the bottom of the Headmaster's closed fist.

When the fire subsided, Dumbledore held in his hand not a 12 ½ inch stick of wood, but a red, smooth staff nearly as tall as he was with a golden Phoenix emblem on the top of it.

The magic was rolling off of Dumbledore in waves holding Harry in place. While it was not as strong as anything he felt from Voldemort, it was far more controlled. He had never felt anything like this in any of their training sessions. It was then that Harry fully realized why Voldemort avoided direct confrontation with Dumbledore whenever possible.

Overcoming his initial surprise at Dumbledore's overwhelming aura, Harry drew his wand and gave the release command for his own magic.