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Summary: Ichigo defeated Aizen in the final battle of the Arrancar War, but being in Aizen's tender care for a year, has Ichigo feeling less then confident, so when his secret is revealed he makes a run for it, and in the process ends up in the dead one year body of Harry Potter...BLEACH Crossover
Warning: Mentions of Abuse, Dursley torture, and Violence as well as cursing. You have been warned.
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Chapter 2
Number 4 Privet Drive, Present Day
Ichigo had nearly used his reiatsu pressure ten times before Petunia, Dudley, and Vernon started getting ready to leave. It was annoying, and really pissing Ichigo off that Dudley thought he could beat Ichigo up, but Ichigo held back any attempts to hurt Dudley solely on the opportunity to get some alone time without his annoying family members breathing over his neck, and degrading him every two minutes.
Just then, the doorbell rang-" Oh, Dudley dear, they're here." Petunia said quickly putting on her purse, and grabbing the car keys for her husband-and a noisy moment later, Dudley appeared by her side ready to go.
Ichigo blinked surprised at the quickness Dudley displayed at moving to the front door. His family member was hardly one for exercise, and the sheer amount of work he used walking made Dudley complain as it was...forget running. Ichigo shook his head snapping himself out of his thoughts, and moved into the kitchen, before Dudley's friend came in. There was no way in hell the substitute shinigami was going to deal with Piers too.
Piers was a long time friend of Dudley who looked like a kid version of the gangsters always depicted in movies, the ones that sold information and were expendable. Piers was usually the one who roughed the other kids up, and held them down while Dudley finished them off.
Ichigo started moving the breakfast plates to the sink.
"Why hello Sandra!" Petunia's voice said cutting though the house. "Thank you so much for bring Piers. I just know Dudley and him will have a great time at the zoo."
Mrs. Polkiss must have nodded as few seconds later the door closed, and the sounds of excited chatting between Piers and Dudley started, and Petunia started yelling for Vernon.
Ichigo gritted his teeth, and tried his best to ground out the horrible screeching noises she was making. He was trying so hard to block out all sounds that he nearly missed the loud arrival of Vernon into the kitchen.
"Boy," Vernon hissed pulling Ichigo back from his hair. Ichigo glared using another small burst of reiatsu to get Vernon to release the hold on his hair. "If anything, and I mean anything is destroyed I will beat you bloody." He threaten grabbing Ichigo's arm and squeezing hard enough to leave bruises.
Ichigo grudgely nodded, and was more then prepared for Vernon to retaliate by pushing him back, and releasing his arm.
Vernon spared one last look at his nephew before turning and walking out of the kitchen. It was apparent that Vernon didn't believe him, no one ever did, but Ichigo could care less. The pain faded almost instantly, and Ichigo was able to avoid hitting into the counter behind him. He regained his work, barely taking note of the vanishing marks from his arms.
Once a couple of years ago, Petunia, tired of Ichigo 'slacking off' decided to give him a rough push down the stairs while he was carrying massive quantities of laundry and ended up having to finish laundry by herself, because of the varies injuries Ichigo sustained falling from the stairs. (The injuries amounted to two broken bones, one in his leg and his right arm as well as dozens of bruises that healed a few hours later.) Next morning, however, Ichigo had to endure loud yelling from both of Vernon and Petunia about 'freakish abnormalness', and wasn't allowed out of his cupboard for a week (not really a punishment, in Ichigo's opinion, but he was bored.).
Another time, Petunia tried to force Ichigo into a revolting sweater of Dudley's that looked (coincidentally like something Urahara would wear) worse then all his cousin's hand-me-downs. Ichigo was royally pissed off at the attempt to even subjective him to the digesting sweater, and felt no hard feelings setting the nasty clothing to flames using one of the few kidous he'd had been taught during the war. Petunia, who had been holding the sad excuse for a sweater got several large burns and Ichigo was once again sentenced to his cupboard for two weeks without food.
And then two years ago, Ichigo had the unfortunate pleasure of being caught beating up some bullies when, one of the little minions of Dudley's gang ran off to one of the teachers crying about Ichigo being a bully. Suffice to say, the Dursley's received a very angry letter from Ichigo's headmistress telling them Ichigo had been rough to the other students. Ichigo didn't even try to explain anything to Vernon (not he had a chance Vernon threw him into the cupboard and went back to watching TV threatening to kill Ichigo if he so much made a noise), and simply worked on reiatsu control in his cupboard for three weeks straight. But when Ichigo was released, he made good never to be caught again and beat up all the bullies...
But finally, Ichigo had things looking up as the Dursley's were gone, and besides the dishes nothing needed to done, even at the price of dealing with more Dursley drama than usual Ichigo was very happy to be rid of his family, and finally find out what happened to his hometown.
Smiling slightly, Ichigo worked on the dishes...
~*~*~*~
Soul Society, Seireitei
Yuka Onua, a new member of the ninth division and stand in for Momo Hinamori carefully made her way to her captain's office. Yuka had a long week filling out form after form for both her paperwork, and for Rangiku-san who only agreed to tell her tales of the famous substitute shinigami if she did her paperwork.
Yuka didn't mind too much, and was able to hear the great feats of Kurosaki Ichigo-sama through the eyes of someone who was actually present during the Soul Society Invasion, the Bountou Incidents, as well as the Arrancar War. She would have asked Captain Yuzu-sama (it was decided that because there were three Kurosaki's that, they would be called by their first names, that were usually accompanied by 'sama' in honor of the great deeds of Kurosaki Ichigo) but with the funeral of her elder brother, Yuka thought it bad taste and asked Rangiku-san instead.
"...Urahara's sent out for the old crowd to gather at his shop later tonight." A voice said interrupting Yuka's thoughts.
It was the voice of Captain Karin-sama.
Yuka blinked, and quickly placed the paperwork near the door away from the doorway and rushed off.
Whatever was going on was none of her business, even more so with Karin-sama voice sounding less than pleased. She was very scary.
(A/N:This original character is here simply to add an outside look on the whole Soul Society situation, she will NOT be a love interest, or take over the story. She will simply deliver messages sometimes.)
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Number 4 Privet Drive, Present Day
The dishes were finished a few minutes later (Dudley was good at cleaning his plate), and Ichigo was able to casually and skillfully enter Dudley's room, and log into computer without tripping over any of the huge mess that was called Dudley's room.
The internet connection was quick and in seconds Ichigo was checking up on all the recent newspapers as well as new reports of anything strange or mysterious happening within the bounds of Karakura for the last ten years.
Strangely enough, besides the occasionally death from illness or old age no one was reported to have vanished, and even crime rates for the small town were down to record lows. Ichigo was fairly sure that at least one five shinigami patrol in the most spiritual aware town in the world, and attributed that the numbers of hollows were killed before anything could happen to the citizens.
Sadly, the only new information circulating Karakura at present was the changing of hospital directors from Ishida Ryuuken to Uryuu, it was a heavy reminder that life was passing Ichigo by and what his life would have been like if he wasn't stuck inside this body.
"…lost... where am I? …still lost…" A voice whispered.
Ichigo blinked and looked around hoping that he hadn't finally lost his mind.
He noticed an open window on the opposite side of the room. He stood up, and walked over looking for the source of the voice. Maybe it was a lost traveler or something… While he looked, Ichigo faintly noticed a tiny whisper of coldness, and he found his lost person, or rather ghost…
It was the spirit of a small girl, she was wondering around in a lost sort of daze, from her appearance (she still had her legs) she couldn't have been dead more than a couple of years. Still the dark red shade of blood on her clothes made it exactly how she died. Her throat was slashed, a fatal wound.
Ichigo sighed, and turned his eye to the floor closing the window.
He knew he couldn't do anything for her in his current state, and went to sit back down at the computer. He logged off, and sat there thinking for a few seconds before he stood up and rushed down stairs cursing himself.
He was going outside.
~*~*~*~
Urahara Shoten, Present Day
Even though ten years had passed since Kurosaki Ichigo vanished, the shop that stood directly in the middle of Karakura Town stay the same. Ururu worked hard as always sweeping the floors, and the front of the store, looking no older than ten, and Jinta continued to argue, and give his surrogate sister grief as he slacked off on his chores. Tessai restocked the store shelves, and check inventory mindful to stay away from the ex-captain's lab. While the owner of Urahara Shoten slept in late-or he would have if today hadn't been that day.
Instead Urahara woke early and sat on the door's entrance waiting, and counting down the seconds until they showed up. They was the gang who fount along side Ichigo in the Arrancar war, they were the people who regretted they're reaction to Ichigo's darker side...
Isshin, and the Kurosaki Twins arrived first, Yuzu politely asking how the shop was, while Karin took off her shoes, and glared a welcome,and Isshin smiled a sad smile. All three took places along the entryway, and waited for the others. It was a tradition, and a time of remembrance, this day. Every one who know, and remembered Ichigo came and told of happy times, while steeling their resolve to search and work harder another year.
The front door slide opened again, and Rukia and Renji walked in looking no different then they did ten years ago. In their hands were huge boxes, no doubt offerings to place at Ichigo's 'grave'. Many people back at Seireitei never forgot the orange-haired Soul Reaper who changed everything, and even though most were not able to get time off. they sent along gifts with Rukia, and Renji.
The two stepped in further into the shop, and placed their luggage gently on the ground, also taking a place near the others, waiting for the last of their group to appear, so they could go-.
The door clang open again, and the last three members of their group arrived.
Orihime Inone entered in first, she had mature greatly in the last ten years, and stood taller at 5'4. She was a teacher at the local high school, and still as ditsy as ever, but a note of sadness lined her posture. Her hair pins still in her hair, a reminder of what she never forget, and a love never forgotten...
Sado Yasutora and Ishida Uryuu changed slightly ,both were taller then they had been. Chad had become quieter after Ichigo's disappearance, and eventually graduated from college, gaining a degree in Social work helping children with problems at home or at school, sometimes even gaining homes for foster children. Ishida still contained his angry look, and like Chad, graduated from college with a degree in medicine, overtaking his family's hospital, becoming director.
Silence reigned, and Karin stepped forward opening the shop door.
"Let's go."
Nothing else was said, there was no need to...they weren't going to stop searching for Ichigo.
~*~*~*~
Highway Road, Present Day
"That brat is a freak," Vernon had said the day when the Dursley family was forced to house an intruder in their home. Petunia's lips went thin at that memory.
She knew this yet, everytime she separated from the brat did she really start to consider how abnormal the freak was. The first year with the child was the same as with any infant, that the boy cried for food, when he needed a charge, or for any of his necessities, but after that...He was different.
When the freak turned three, his mannerisms, and speech changed. He no longer made noise unless necessary (and even then it was simply to get her attention), and there were no more messes, he was clean and neat. It was strange, but she didn't comment, grateful to not have to deal with her nephew.
Then at three and half, Vernon ordered the boy to clean after Dudley, demanding that the 'ungrateful boy' earn his keep. She didn't stand in her husbands way, and promptly showed the boy how to cook as well, and little by little shoved off the majority of the chores on the boy didn't get angry, or argue the unfairness, and did as he was told, until that day.
On a dull gray Thursday, a couple of years ago, that nonsense happened... She had just tended a screaming Dudley into his chair, when that thing came into the kitchen. The boy was wearing the cast off from her sweet Dudleykins', and was looking tired, and irritated, but what did she care. She harshly command him to cook breakfast, and turned away to finish setting the table.
FLASHBACK
Petunia walked away, setting the table, and humming a tune. She missed the glare Ichigo sent her, and thought to herself, what her schedule was for the day, and was careful to keep an eyes on her beloved son.
Ichigo turned to the shove, and got the ingredients together for breakfast, careful not to drop the eggs. In his six year old body his balance was poor and was careful walking to the shove. One by one he placed the cooking items by the stove, while pulling out the toaster, and popping in some toast, and turning on the stove. He took out a pan from the kitchen cupboards, and placed it over the fire, before placing the perfect amount of oil into the pan. He was so concentration, that his did not see his Uncle enter the kitchen, still smelling of last night's brandy.
"Boy," The older Dursley's hissed, upset, and hangover from his late night drinking.
Ichigo turned, and then turned back to the stove, keeping watch on the eggs. Unfortunately, the alcohol affecting the older man made him assume his nephew was ignoring him (not really such a stretch with Vernon's personality), and he reacted violently.
Ichigo could feel Vernon moving closer to him, and looked back to his Uncle. It was a bad timing, as the advancing fist went toward him. Ichigo could see the hand, and tried to move, but the body he was in was far too slow, and the fist slammed into his face throwing him back against the stove. He tried to catch himself but the burning hot pan went sideways spilling the hot contents on Ichigo's arm.
The pain was horrible, but he kept his mouth shut, remembering the days of torture, it seemed like that habit would never die, and time wasn't helping him forget. He brought his hand closer to his body shielding it, expecting another strike-he wasn't wrong.
Vernon kicked him, digging into his other arm trying to get to the burned arm to cause more pain. Ichigo wasn't letting him, and curled into a small ball, protecting his vital organs. Vernon shouted curses, but Ichigo couldn't hear them, against all the pain.
He wanted it to stop, wanted the pain to go away.
And in that moment, the reiatsu that lay underneath the husk of Harry Potter came to the surface, bring a heavy pressure.
Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley were thrown to the floor, the pressure was suffocating, and the trio couldn't breath. Panic went into their minds, and they struggled trying to get breath into their body's, then it stopped, Dudley was the first to react, crying loudly, and hitting the floor with his little fists. Vernon, and Petunia crawled to the nearest wall, and gathered themselves.
A few minutes passed in the tense silence, and Ichigo brought himself to a sitting position, somehow in the beating he ended up laying on the floor. He started to survey himself, looking, and keeping note of the injuries he had. His right arm still burned, and his other arm was badly bruised, while one of his legs was throbbing painfully. He wasn't sure if it was broken, but he knew with his leg in its current condition he wouldn't be able to run if his Uncle came with a second attack.
Speaking of them...
Ichigo looked over at his relatives.
Vernon and Petunia were looking at him full of fear, and anger. The later of which, was shaking and starting to crawling over to her son, frighten to even stand up. Their action were strange, and every movement they made was made with extreme caution, keeping one eye on Ichigo at all times.
Ichigo couldn't understand their fear, until his noticed the presence of his spirit energy. Unlike earlier, his reiatsu wasn't out of reach, and difficult to grasp, it was like he was in his shinigami form. He could feel his reiatsu waiting under his skin, wanting to be called, and he could feel his reiatsu focusing on his injured limbs, and speeding up healing, already his left arm was slightly lighter, and the bruises would probably be gone in a couple of hours...
His glare returned, he wasn't going to take crap from the Dursley's.
FLASHBACK END
"Pet?" Petunia shook herself out of her thoughts, and looked at her husband.
"It nothing."
~*~*~*~
Number 4 Privet Drive, Present Day
The run outside went fast then Ichigo could remember it being and soon enough he was standing directly in front of the little girl. She didn't appear to notice Ichigo, or she was completely ignoring him, thinking he couldn't see her. He walked forward, until he was less than a foot in front of her.
"You lost?" He said
"You can see me?" The ghost whispered as if afraid she was imagining things. She looked around, probably thinking that he was speaking to another (living) person.
Ichigo nodded,non-chant about seeing ghost again, it wasn't exactly a talent that would vanish. But his eyes went wide as he sensed a familiar signature...the signature of a shinigami. Senses that he thought were buried resurfaced, and he reacted on instinct. He took a hold of her hand, and ran, as quickly as his legs could carry him.
He ran all the way back to the house, and entered locking the door, and cloaking his reiatsu with every single ounce of control he could muster. Even though ten years had past, he could remember everything, the pain, the torture, the deaths of Karin and Yuzu-.
"Hey, mister, are okay?"
Ichigo was sitting on the floor pale. He blinked, and tried to calm himself. The shinigami wasn't going to find him-.
"Kuso." He cursed, finally noticing the little girl. "Yeah, I'm fine."
A car engine sound interrupted him, and he sighed. There went his day without his relative...
The Dursley's were back.
~*~*~*~
Japanese Terms
reiatsu-spirit energy
kuso-damn
A/N: Starting with the next chapter, the real Harry Potter storyline will start Like always...
Preview for the Next Chapter!
They heard the click of the mail slot and the usual flop of letters on the door mat.
"Get the mail, Dudley," said Vernon from behind his newspaper.
Ichigo sighed, and got up anyway. If he waited for Dudley, nothing would ever get done, might as well do it for the pig, and stop Vernon from throwing a fit.
He went to the door, and on the mat were three letters. Ichigo looked though them, and his frown deepened as he read the last letter:
Mr. H. Potter
The Cupboard Under the Stairs
4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging, Surrey
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