AN: so I actually got feedback…THANKS! Anywho, I'm glad people enjoyed the first chapter, oh and cuz I completely forgot…the language thing…if its "blah blah" then its Japanese and the others cant understand, otherwise they're speaking English…hmmm I think that's all for now…oh an no pairings, at least I think no pairings…you might see a smidgen of Ichirukia if you squint…

They say dreams are the window to our subconscious; last night I should've shut the drapes…

Chapter 2

Ichigo was running. Why he was running was a bit of a mystery to him, but he knew with the certainty that chills the soul that very bad things would happen if he stopped running. Tree-like shadows kept falling in his line of vision, making it hard to tell what he was running from, or what he was running to. A flash of light and a clearing had him slamming to a stop and he dropped to his knees at the sight that was revealed to him. Bodies were littered so thick that the floor could not be seen. His chest heaved with the effort it took to breath. The nearest body looked at him with glassy eyes. Eyes that he knew well.

"Rukia…" He leaned forward to touch her face when a scream ripped through the air.

Lurching up in bed, Ichigo barely caught the pale outline of Toshiro as he ripped open the bed curtains to the bed next to his. Then his brain caught up with his ears and he realized the screaming from before was still causing them to ring.

Ichigo scrambled out of bed and over to the commotion. The redhead from the train was shaking the black haired boy, who was the one currently making all the noise. His green eyes snapped open and took in the crowd around his bed. Smiling sheepishly he sat up.

"Forgot the silencing charm, guys…sorry." He rasped. Surprisingly, Toshiro pushed a glass of water at him before turning back to his own bed. Ichigo raised an eyebrow as the normally icy captain's show of compassion, but shrugged deciding it wasn't a good time to comment.

Ichigo turned back to Harry as the others all filed off to bed themselves. "Bad dream?"

Harry stared into the glass as if it held all the answers. "Yeah, sorry 'bout that."

Ichigo shrugged. "It's no problem, actually you woke me from a pretty bad dream, so I should thank you." He leaned against one of the bedposts.

"Ichigo! Shut the hell up!" Toshiro's angry eyes seemed to glow from the darkened corner of his bed.

"Lighten up Shiro-chan…" Ichigo smirked, but pulled on a robe and headed for the door when the glare seemed to intensify. "I'm gonna go downstairs for a bit, not gonna get anymore sleep tonight."

Harry seemed to hesitate for a second, before pulling on his own robe and trailing the orange haired teen.

Ichigo fell into one of the cushy chairs by the fire and stared into the flames. He fingered the pouch held around his neck that currently housed Kon. He had had a choice. Take Kon or use the soul candy…He was pretty confident he choose the right choice. But that meant Urahara was looking after his body, his real live body. Now that was enough to give anybody nightmares.

He looked up when Harry crashed into the chair beside his. Well, he was on a mission here, might as well get started. "So, this dream…do you have it often?" So not exactly subtle; but when has he ever been subtle?

Harry sighed before answering. "Yeah. You see my godfather died a few years back, and I have nightmares about that night. Its weird…" He looked towards Ichigo as if he couldn't figure him out.

Ichigo raised an eyebrow. "What's weird?"

"Just that you don't know my whole life story. Not that I'm complaining." He was quick to add. "I kinda prefer it this way, without all the boy who lived hype or the pitying looks or whatever…" he was back to staring into the flames and seemed to have forgotten that he was having a conversation.

"Boy who lived? What does that mean?" Ichigo thought back to what Urahara had drilled into his head the last month, but he could only vaguely remember him saying that the boy who lived was who the public believed was going to save them. Was he sitting next to this person? Was he going to ace this mission or what?

Harry scratched his head. "Well all it really means is that when I was a baby I survived the Killing curse and it rebounded on Vodelmort. But I don't even know how I did it." He shrugged. "So…" it was obvious that he wanted to change the subject. "You said you were having a bad dream as well?"

Ichigo scowled darkly as he thought about the dream he was having before being interrupted. Picking at the fraying hem on his T-shirt, he stretched his long legs out towards the fire. "Just old fears, I suppose."

Harry had to have felt the change in mood and decided to steer away from that subject. "So, you any good a Quidditch?"

Once Harry found out that not only did Ichigo not know what Quidditch was, he had never even flown on a broom, he started to explain the entire game in detail. It was six in the morning before they decided to go ahead and shower before it got crowded in the bathroom.

Ichigo was sitting at the breakfast table munching on a piece of toast and watching the mostly empty chamber fill with hungry teens. Among the mass he picked out Toshiro's white head as it stalked between the students. He watched with dull interest as he came closer, and then someone slammed into the back of the short teen causing Ichigo to rise in his seat.

Toshiro turned an icy glare on the blonde that started screaming about how he should watch where he was going. Obviously dismissing the blonde, Toshiro turned and continued on his way without a backwards glance. Ichigo watched the blonde go to pull his wand, before one of his companions pointed out a teacher heading their way.

"Sure like to start the morning out with a fuss, don't cha?" Ichigo said conversationally as the still angry Toshiro sat down.

"Stupid boy. He slams into me, then starts yelling like it's my fault!" He grabbed a piece of toast and bit into it angrily.

"By the way. I found out who the boy who lived is…" Ichigo sang smugly.

Without even looking up from his tea, Toshiro replied tonelessly. "It's Harry Potter. AKA the one interrupting my sleep last night." He raised an eyebrow at Ichigo's incredulous expression. "What? Urahara told us all about him, don't you remember?"

"How can I remember everything that was shoved down my throat?" he growled. By this time the table was being filled and the others were glancing at them with strange looks.

Harry slumped down on the bench next to Ichigo and Ron sat down across from them. Hermione took the seat beside Ron, and was the only one who looked excited about starting the day.

"Snape first thing in the morning…must they be so cruel." Ron groaned as he shoveled food into his mouth.

Harry nodded slowly. "And he's finally got the DADA job, so now he's going to be impossible."

Ichigo listened with half an ear as they groaned about the teacher. His eyes grew wide as owls started flocking through the windows. They seemed to be delivering mail, and nobody seemed concerned with them flying overhead. Butterflies were so much better, he decided after one particularly large owl pulled the bacon from his hand.

Ichigo tried to keep the route to the classroom in his mind, but with all of the changing staircases and moving paintings, it was hard to keep anything straight.

Eventually they were filing into a classroom and Ichigo slumped into a seat between Harry and Toshiro. He nudged the scowling captain when the blonde from before walked into the room. "Your friend."

"Do you want to turn into a human popsicle?" Ichigo backed off a bit. Obviously Toshiro's caffeine hadn't kicked in yet.

Before he had a chance to antagonize his comrade further, their teacher stalked into the room. Ichigo's first thought was that the light seemed to hide from this man, but he soon dismissed that thought as ridiculous.

He listened with a glazed expression as Snape rambled on about how they had not had an adequate teacher until now, and he was going to shove seven years of knowledge into one. Ichigo was feeling the lack of sleep. His eyelids drooped and he didn't realize the teacher had come up behind him. Acting on instincts he grabbed Snape's wrist as he was about to slam it down on the table. Snape had obviously been intending on shocking him out of his stupor.

Ichigo let go quickly, not missing the suspicious looks he was receiving from the class.

"Quick reflexes you have, Mr. Kurasaki. And here I thought you were falling asleep in my class." Dark eyes bored into his and he quickly looked away. Something about that man's gaze freaked him out.

"Of course not, sir. I apologize if it appeared that way." He could feel eyes boring into him.

Snape turned back to his lecture, but Ichigo was left with the adrenaline coursing through his body and the freaked out feeling. Luckily nothing else out of the ordinary happened and they after the lesson ended, Ichigo and the others made their way quickly out of the classroom.

Ichigo rubbed his head, a headache starting to form. He knew what that usually meant, but he didn't think Toshiro would want him running off to blow off some steam. He followed said white haired teen as they headed to their next class.

AN: so… I'm going on vacation in a week for a month, so I'm hoping to get one more chapter up before then. Review, please!