I do not own Bleach or Harry Potter the both belong respectively to Tite Kubo and J.K. Rowling


The next morning Harry, Ron, and Hermione made their way into the great hall, finding seats just as Prof. McGonagall passed out their new schedules.

"Today's not bad, outside all morning" said Ron, running his finger down the Monday column of his schedule "Herbology with the Hufflepuffs and Care for Magical Creatures…damn, we've still got it with Slytherin."

"I'm just glad I've got the afternoon free" Harry said sleepily.

"Are you alright Harry?" asked Hermione, now noticing how exhausted her friend looked.

"Yeah mate, you look like you haven't sleep a wink" said Ron.

"That's because I barely got any" said Harry, tapping the ever present combat pass around his neck.

Ron and Hermione's eyes widened in understanding at the silent communication. Apparently London wasn't the only area plagued with an increase in Hollow activity. So Harry was forced to spend most of the night protecting the area, understandably he was exhausted.

"Can't you ask for help?" Hermione suggested, as they exited the great hall.

"This is my territory during the school year" Harry said stubbornly. Somehow asking for help in protecting such a small area made him feel like he was saying he was failing.

Hermione just shook her head in frustration, muttering something about male stubbornness as they trio walked into the greenhouse.


Herbology had thankfully gone without incident. Bringing them to their last class of the morning and Harry another step closer to his nap.

Hagrid was waiting outside his hut, one hand on Fang's collar. There were several open wooden crates at his feet and the enormous boarhound was fighting against his master's grip, apparently keen on getting away from the boxes.

"Morning!" Hagrid greeted, smiling at Harry, Ron, and Hermione. "Been waiting for the Slytherins, they won't want to miss this- Blast Ended Skrewts!"

"What?" asked Ron, not recognizing the name.

Hagrid pointed down into the crates. Inside was what looked like a pale, slimy deformed shell-less lobsters. There were hundreds of them, each about six inches long, crawling over each other, bumping blindly into the sides of the crates. All smelling like rotting fish. Every so often they'd release sparks from their backsides, acting like jets propelling them forward several inches.

"Only just hatched" Hagrid said proudly. "So you'll be able to raise them yourselves! Thought we'd make a project out of it!"

"And why would we do that?" Draco demanded, as he and the Slytherins arrived.

"Oh can't you just shut up for once?!" Harry snapped, he was too tired to deal with Malfoy's attitude at the moment.

"Watch it Potter."

"Or what? you'll ask daddy to bribe you out of trouble! Not like he doesn't have experience."

Infuriated by the reminder of his father's although brief incarceration for the World Cup incident and Harry's role in it; Draco backed by Crabbe and Goyle drew his wand.

"Alright that's enough!" Hagrid intervened, not wanting things to turn violent. "That's twenty points from Slytherin for drawing your wand on a classmate. Now get in line before I fail you for the day."

Draco was practically shaking with rage as he marched into line followed closely by his henchman, silently vowing to make Harry pay for his crimes against the Malfoy family.

"Now you're just feeding them today" said Hagrid, getting back to his lesson. "You'll want to try them on a few different things. I've never had them before, not sure what they'll go for."

Hagrid had laid out several different options for the strange creatures, including ant eggs, frog livers, and dead grass snake, just to name a few.

Nothing but deep affection for Hagrid could've made Harry, Ron, and Hermione pick up the still liquid filled frog livers and drop them into the crates to tempt the Skrewts.

"Are we sure they even eat?" Ron questioned, noticing that the creatures didn't seem to have a visible head.

"Everything that lives has to eat something" said Hermione.

"That's what I'm afraid of" Harry muttered, pulling his hand back as a skrewt made a move for it.

"Ouch!" Dean Thomas yelled, apparently Harry wasn't the only one the skrewts were being hostile with. "It got me!" the Gryffindor had gotten his hand burnt by one of the creatures' back blasts.

"Hagrid, what's that pointy thing on it?" asked Lavender Brown, clearly disgusted by the creatures.

"Ah, some of them have got stingers" Hagrid said enthusiastically, prompting Lavender to quickly pull her hand out of the crate. "I reckon those are the males. The females got a sort of sucker things on their bellies. I think they might be for sucking blood."

"Well I can certainly see why we're trying to keep them alive" Malfoy said sarcastically. "Who wouldn't want pets that can burn, sting, and bite all at once?"

"Just because they're not pretty, doesn't mean they're not useful!" Hermione snapped. "Dragon blood's amazingly magical, but you wouldn't want one for a pet, would you?"

Harry and Ron grinned at Hagrid, who gave them a furtive smile from behind his bushy beard. The half giant would like nothing more than a pet dragon, as they had witnessed back in first year with Norbert the Norwegian Ridgeback.


Soon enough the class came to an end much to the students' relief.

"Well, at least the skrewts are small" said Ron, as they made their way up to the castle for lunch.

"They are for now" said Hermione, exasperated. "But once Hagrid finds out what they eat, I expect they'll be six feet long."

"Won't matter if they turn out to be the cure for seasickness or something, will it?" the redhead said cheekily, not bothering to hide the grin on his face.

"You know perfectly well I only said that to shut Malfoy up. As much as it pains me, I think he's right. The best thing to do would be to stomp on the lot of them before they all start attacking us."

Once they sat down to eat, Harry was surprised to feel something moving over his feet. Curious he reached under the table to find it was the same black cat from the night before.

"Did you get a cat, Harry?" asked Ginny, as she sat down to join them.

"No more like its adopted him" said Ron. "Found it in his bed last night."

"He was gone this morning. I figured the owner found him" said Harry.

"Well it doesn't look like he has any tags" said Hermione. Taking out her wand Hermione transfigured a spare piece of parchment from her bag into a leather collar, placing it around the cat's neck. "There now he's yours."

"Shouldn't I get a say in this" Harry complained. "Besides, Sirius is a dog animagus; he might not want one in the house."

"What's the harm" said Ginny, smirking at Harry's discomfort as the cat started purring in his arms. "Besides it looks like he likes you."

Yeah Harry how could you abandon me Yoruichi thought playfully. I don't let just anyone collar me after all.

Seeing that he was outnumbered Harry reluctantly agreed to take owner ship of the cat at least until he spoke to Sirius about it during the winter holidays.

"So what're you going to call him?" asked Ron, as they left the great hall.

"Felix I guess" said Harry, earning a chuckle from Hermione and a bewildered look from the two Weasleys.

"Felix is a character in a silent muggle cartoon" Hermione explained.

"Sounds fitting then" said Ron, the cat seemed to be unusually quiet considering how easily it could sneak around. "We are sure he's an actual cat, right?"

Hermione was tempted to call Ron paranoid but given how they had found the cat and how long Pettigrew had masqueraded as the Weasley family pet; she had to admit he might've had a point. Ginny was of the same mind and had joined them in looking to Harry for confirmation of the cat being just that.

Agreeing that it was a good idea, Harry focused on opening his senses to the spiritual auras around him as the Spirit Ribbons slowly came into view. Ron, and Hermione's eyes widened in shock as they've now grown spiritual aware enough to see the ribbons around them.

"Don't freak out" said Harry, not wanting to make a scene.

"Sorry" Ron muttered. "This was how you found Pettigrew, Right?"

"Yeah." Checking the ribbons Harry was pleased to see that the cat didn't have a white human Spirit Ribbon, though the gold color hinted to some magical creature relation like Hagrid. "Well the cat's only guilty of being part magical creature."

Disguising your spirit energy, Stealth Force 101. Yoruichi smirked. Nice try kid.

"Might be part kneazle, like Crookshanks" said Hermione.

"Well as long as he's not an anigamus who cares. said Harry, as they left the great hall. "I'm going to catch a nap see you later"

"Lucky" Ron muttered, as he still a double period of Divination.

"If you wanted some time off you should've dropped Divination" said Hermione.

"Still I hope he gets some sleep. He looked like he really needs it" said Ginny.

They were all about to split up for their respective classes when suddenly they noticed Malfoy and his goons following after Harry.

Worried about their friend Ginny, Ron, and Hermione followed just in time to catch sight of Draco casting a spell at Harry's back.

"Harry!" Ginny cried, hoping there was time for the Substitute Soul Reaper to act.

Harry turned at the sound of Ginny's voice, his widened at the sight of the spell headed his way. It was only his honed reflexes that saved Harry, as he rolled out of the spell's path. Not about to wait for Malfoy to fire again, Harry plunged his hand into his robes for his wand, but before he could even touch it a loud bang and a roar echoed through the hall.

"OH NO YOU DON'T LADDIE!"

Harry spun around, spotting Prof. Moody limping down the marble staircase. His wand was out and pointing right at a pure white ferret, which was shivering on the castle's stone floor, exactly where Malfoy had been standing.

"Nice reflexes, Potter" Moody complimented. "Ever think about being an Auror?"

"No. Can't say I have" said Harry.

"Leave it!" the professor shouted suddenly.

"Leave, what?"

"Not you him!" Moody growled, jerking his thumb over his shoulder at Crabbe, who had frozen, about to pick up the white ferret. Apparently Moody's rolling eye was magically able to see through objects, including the back of his own head.

Moody limped over to Crabbe, Goyle, and the ferret, which gave a terrified squeak and ran off.

"I don't think so!" Moody roared, pointing his wand at the ferret again- it flew ten feet into the air, fell with a smack to the floor, then bounced upwards once more.

"I don't like people who attack when their opponent's back's turned" he growled as the ferret bounced higher and higher, squealing in pain. "Stinking, cowardly, scummy thing to do. Never. Do. That. Again!"

"Prof. Moody!" cried the shocked voice of Prof. McGonagall, arriving on the scene. "What are you doing?"

"Teaching."

"Teach-Moody is that a student?!"

"Yep" Apparently Moody didn't see what the problem was.

"No!" Prof. McGonagall cried, pulling out her wand; a moment later, with a loud snapping noise Draco Malfoy reappeared, lying in a heap on the floor with his blonde hair all over his now wonderfully pink face. "Moody we never use transfiguration as a punishment! Surely Dumbledore told you that?"

Probably told him whatever line was convenient Harry thought bitterly.

Watching patiently from a windowsill, Yoruichi perked up as he sensed a change in Harry's spiritual pressure. Hmm now that's interesting. It was faint but I swear, I sensed the kid's spiritual pressure fluctuate.

"We give detentions Moody! Or speak to the offender's Head of House" McGonagall snapped, not liking the former Auror's unconcerned attitude towards cruel punishments of students.

"I'll do that then" said Moody, staring at Malfoy with contempt.

Malfoy, whose pale eyes were starting to water with pain and humiliation, looked malevolently up at Moody, muttering something in which the words "my father" were distinguishable.

"Oh yeah?" Moody said quietly, the dull clank of his leg echoing in the hall as he closed the distance between them. "Well I know your father of old, boy. You tell him Moody's keeping a close eye on his son. You tell him that from me. Now, your Head of House be Snape, will it?"

"Yes" Malfoy said resentfully.

"Another old friend. I've been looking forward to a chat with old Snape. Come on, you."

Roughly grabbing Malfoy's arm, Moody marched him off towards the dungeons. Prof. McGonagall stared anxiously after them before leaving to prepare for her next class.

"Nobody talk to me" Ron said quietly, as he, Hermione, and Ginny moved to check on Harry.

"Why not?" asked Hermione, surprised by the request.

"Because I want to fix that in my memory forever. Draco Malfoy the amazing bouncing ferret!"

This set them all off laughing, when the warning bell rang signaling the next class would be starting soon, forcing them to split up for the afternoon.


"A bed never felt so good" Harry muttered to himself, throwing himself into bed.

At last Harry was getting his long awaited sleep. Well he was until his combat pass decided now was a good time to go off.

"Oh come on" he groaned, leaving his body behind in bed as he took reaper form.

A quick scan of the area pointed Harry to the Forbidden Forest. It didn't take long for him to spot a trio of giant spider Hollows moving through the trees. Harry couldn't help but wonder if perhaps they were once part of the Acromantula colony he and Ron had seen in their second year.

Regardless he wasn't about to leave the Hollows to devour innocent souls. Drawing his zanpakutō, Harry flash stepped in front of the group, cutting off their advance.

The Hollows screeched upon seeing the Soul Reaper, before firing a wide spray of webbing from their mouths. Harry tried to cut the webbing but the sticky substance was stronger than it looked, holding up against Nakatsukasa's blade, as it spread across the Substitute's body trapping him in a cocoon.

Harry struggled to escape from his prison as the Hollows surrounded him, their mouths practically drooling at the idea of devouring a Soul Reaper.

As one the spider Hollows pounced, eager to sink their fangs into Harry's flesh only to be knocked back as an explosive force was released from his body.

Harry's entire body glowed, as he released spirit energy from his body disintegrating the Hollows' webbing.

Ok I seriously need to get some sleep Harry thought miserably, mentally kicking himself for taking so long to free himself, and against low level Hollows no less.

Having no other tricks up their sleeves the Hollows released another spray of webbing but this time Harry was prepared.

"Ain-Soph-Aur!" with a swing of his sword, Harry released the deadly wave of energy destroying the webbing and the three Hollows in a single move.

With the Hollows taken cared of Harry flashed stepped back to the castle, hoping to get some more sleep before dinner. But unbeknownst to him, Yoruichi had been watching the fight from the trees the entire time.

Weird his spiritual pressure stayed stable the entire time. So it starts acting weird after getting attacked by some brat, but does nothing when fighting Hollows. Just what's up with this kid? Argh I should've made Kisuke be more specific about what to look for!

Still I can't go letting the kid die because he's tired and too stubborn to call for backup. Though I suppose that does make it easier for me. I doubt they want the entire Gotei 13 knowing about this. Guess I'll give him a hand every now and then.

Yoruichi then returned to the castle with a flash step of his own.