Don't own HP or Bleach, and to all similar stories, I guess it's a small world after all:)

Later, at night when most students were asleep, Dumbledore sat in his office, retelling his tale to the previous Headmasters. Minutes after their reply, the twins had passed out, obviously from the strain. But the tubes kept on sucking out their magic, absorbing the precious life out of the two. The Minister had then showed where their magical energy was going. He pointed out several containers resembling Muggle diving tanks.

"We have it all under control. Their horrible power is used for good, through these tanks," he had said, tapping a finger on the side one. "We store that energy here, and then sell it to the wizarding communities. No need to refresh your house-hold charms, just one tank will make the magic last for years! It's genius, pure genius, all from the head of the Prime Minister himself! And the profit the Ministry will get, Dumbledore, the profit! Yes, these two are a pair of golden egg laying geese. The white one's energy is still too wild, but we'll fix that soon."

Dumbledore was disgusted. "You forget, Cornelius these are two teenagers, and you are forcibly draining them of their magic, the greatest crime a wizard can commit to another. Have you forgotten your pride?"

Now Fudge's smile slid off his face. His eyes grew hard as he answered. "Times are hard, and the people need fuel to survive. And those things," he spat venomously, "are hardly human. They are some beastly breed, no doubt, worse than werewolves. They could destroy us all if we weren't restraining their blood lust in the Ministry. You've got it wrong, we're helping the world by taking their power for the greater good."

This was the wrong thing to say. The moment the cursed phrase left Fudge's lips, Dumbledore's eyes flashed with fury. The blue eyes became raging fires, and roared their anger at the Minister. Fudge gasped and stepped back, whipping out his wand, before realizing that Dumbledore had already turned his back on him.

The Headmaster took even strides to the door, looking calm as ever. But when he spoke, it was laced with anger. "How the Ministry has fallen." He left the room without turning back.

When he finished his tale, the portraits were in outrage.

"The Minister has lost his bloody mind!"

"Vile, filthy acts unbecoming of even dirt!"

"In my day, the Ministry wasn't run by bafoons!"

"Stealing young one's magic, for three months straight!"

"We must go save him!"

"Yes, we must!"

Dumbledore held up his hands and gestured for silence. The hubbub from the portraits died down, and they all looked expectantly at the current Headmaster.

"Tonight, I will enter the Ministry and release the two," this was met by much applause and agreements, "along with Severus, and return here to let the two heal in the Hospital Wing."

"Snape is not a trustworthy man, Dumbledore! Taking a former Death Eater with you, what are you thinking?" cried a nearby portrait.

Dumbledore turned his gaze to the past Headmaster. "I trust Severus with my life," he replied quietly, his tone clearly leaving no room for arguments.

"But the students, Dumbledore, what of them?" cried out yet another painting.

"I will have Minerva take over for me in my absence. And I will return to Hogwarts, I assure you."

After more questions and planning, the portraits were content (excluding Phineas Nigellus, who yelled after Dumbledore "It's really too much effort Dumbledore!"). He contacted Professor Snape and requested he meet him just outside Hogwarts' borders. After that, he called Professor McGonagall and requested she take over for him while he left, something she agreed readily to, wise enough not to question.

He met Snape outside of the gates. The greasy haired professor had already been briefed on their situation by another Headmaster, and looked rather angry. With a nod from Dumbledore, both men Apparated to London.

The halls of the Ministry were silent, and unusually still. The lights were still on in some floors, but the hallway of the metal double doors were dark and abandoned. Dumbledore stepped closer to the doors and, drawing his wand, tapped the password. Although he only saw it once, he wasn't called the greatest wizard for nothing. He easily copied the taps and soon enough, the metal doors swung open, revealing the cold stairs leading downward.

They quietly stepped down the stairs, and, after confirming that there was no one there, proceeded to walk down towards the room with the twins.

Snape watched the headmaster creep along the hallway and stop by a pair of twisted metal doors. His eyes widened as Snape saw the mangled state of the doors. Perhaps we are releasing a monster. Or two of them, in fact.

But Dumbledore stepped over the doors, and so Snape did the same. What he saw fit into Dumbledore's description, but was still shocking to see. The tubes and machines were still there, and in the center of it all, as if trapped in a web, were the two boys. Both were unconscious, but breathing in broken gasps. They floated in the thick glass, held down by the multiple tubes that pierced their skinny bodies. Whatever doubts he had about the mission vanished when he took a look at their malnourished state. It was torture, plain and simple. Even the head of the Slytherin had a heart.

The two wizards stepped closer, carefully dodging the tubes strewn across the floor. Dumbledore again began to reach into their minds, but the white-hair one to his right spoke before he could.

"Stop. Let the King rest." he said, his breath fogging up the mask on his mouth. His eyes were still closed, and his voice came out strange, like there were multiple people talking in unison. Surprisingly, he spoke in English, granted heavily accented, but still English.

Dumbledore and Snape started at the voice and whipped their heads to the right tank. The pale version kept his eyes closed but kept talking.

"Jii-san, you gonna help or not?" Snape frowned at what the boy had called him. Something in Japanese, but it didn't seem like an insult.

"All in good time, White, all in good time." replied the old man. The white-haired boy's eyes shot open. Snape almost stumbled back at the sight of his eyes. They were unnatural gold and black, and looked curiously at Dumbledore.

"How do you know my name, Jii-san? Oh, wait, was it from King? Yah, I'm sure it's from him, since you said it in English." The boy shook his head and muttered something neither wizards caught, though it sounded suspiciously like a curse to his twin.

"Anyways, now that you're here you can get King out of this hellhole. You know how to get out of this building and to somewhere safe, right?"

Dumbledore nodded. "We'll be taking you to Hogwarts, a school for wizards. But first is to get you two out of the containers."

White, or whatever his name was, scowled at the mention of a school but lit up at the mention of getting out.

"Jii-san, don't worry about getting out. Just run like hell when I bust this place open."

Before they could ask what he meant, the twin raised a bone-white hand to the left side of his tank. He gave a wide grin and pointed a finger at his twin's tank.

"Cero."

Immediately, a blinding blood light gathered at the tip of his finger and shot out like a bullet. It crashed into the glass and exploded in a red light, blasting away the glass and breaking free the two figures. Blue liquid from the tanks spilled out, and the tubes crashed to the floor like snakes. The still unconscious boy in the left tank fell to the floor of the tank, but woke as his feet hit the ground. Strangely, he whipped around to his twin, who had also landed on the floor of his tank, and reached for something on his back.

The white-twin rolled his eyes and spoke in Japanese. "Baka, Zangetsu is still in the other room. Now let's go."

The orange-haired twin scowled. "Give me a warning before you try to cero your way out."

"Whatever King. I'm leaving." With that, the white twin was engulfed with the same red-black energy and disappeared. Dumbledore and Snape, who had both cast up a protective charm when the explosion hit, stared in shock at where the boy had vanished. The other boy seemed to not care, and jumped out from his destroyed tank. But the moment his feet touched the ground his eyes widened and he fell face-forward onto the glass shards and tubes.

The wizards both snapped out of it and rushed to the boy. He began to shake and mutter something rapidly, too low for them to understand. His bare chest was cut by glass, but it was like he was in a seizure. At the same time, an alarm ran out and they heard shouts approaching the room. Snape hurriedly grabbed one of the convulsing boy's arm and tried to get him to stand. Dumbledore, in the meantime, grabbed the other arm and they were both about to Apparate when something flew in and planted itself on the floor in front of the boy.

It was the sword, driven a good foot into the cement, its edge gleaming. And as if on instinct, the boy shot out his right hand and grasped the handle. Dumbledore yelled, "Severous, now!" and with a Crack! the three of them and the sword disappeared just as other wizards entered the room.