A/N Sorry it took me so long here folks! I know that I said that I would have a new chapter up by Thanksgiving but 1. I wasn't expecting people to be waiting for new chapters and 2. my vacation home where I spent Thanksgiving has a very old writing processor and doesn't work with this website...To make up fo that, however, I shall post two chapters today. I will attempt to update with at least one chapter a week, usually updating on Wednesday.

I must attempt to convey how shocked I am with how many people are now alerted to this story, there are about twenty people following this story from the prologue being posted alone. That makes me feel very good and I hope that new people keep on following this story. Please, review and let me know what you think I could improve upon or just to give me feedback!

Janjan deshita!

It started as just a normal day in Hueco Mundo; with Aizen plotting in his throne room, Gin haunting the halls, Ulquiorra sulking in his room, and Grimmjaw attempting to fight Ulquiorra until the still human spirit of Harry Potter appeared in the middle of Aizen's throne room.

"Oof!" I exclaimed as I fell on my arse in the middle of a large, purely white room, facing grand double-doors.

"What is going on here?" an unfamiliar voice asked from behind me.

I whirled around, pulling out my wand as the same time, to face the voice and interrogate the man about my where-abouts when, for the umpteenth time since the first time I saw his face in my dreams, I froze and all words fled my mind.

"Who are you young man?" the gorgeous man inquired. "And could you attempt to explain how you came to be in the throne room of my palace here in Hueco Mundo?"

"I-I'm H-Harry Potter," I stammered, attempting to gather my wits, "a-and I have no clue at all how I came to be...Wakey Mundo? Did you just ask me how I came to be in 'Wakey Mundo'? Is that supposed to be a joke? Hang on a minute! I'm not speaking English! What in the world is going on here?

"Last thing I knew, I was in Godrick's Hollow cemetery, being killed by a strange creature...And I was speaking English, I'm nearly positive I remember that.

"Where'd my wand go? I could have sworn it was right here in my hand! What did you do to...Oh. That's it, isn't it..."

I paused in my rant and looked down to see that I had dropped and stepped on my wand which had created a snapping sound. The snap in question was the product of my foot snapping my wand into two pieces that were being held together by the last feather that Fawkes ever gave to anyone. As I leaned down to pick up my wand, however, I realized that it was quickly fixing itself. By the time it was in my had again, it was back in one piece. I flicked it to make sure that it was working and then turned back to my current host.

"What in the world is going on?" I calmly asked. "I see your face in my dreams until I can't get any sleep at night until I feel like there is no way for me to escape your face but to kill myself. And then you're here and can do extremely advanced magic. Please; Who are you? What is your purpose in my dreams?"

"I, Harry, am Lord Aizen Sousuke," the man said, "and I have no clue how I landed a roll in your dreams. However, I think that it would be beneficial to both of us to find out why we have been appearing in each other's dreams. And I think that my lover would agree with this assessment, right Gin?"