A/N: Since I got so many people reviewing and PMing me to update sooner, I will update this chapter early. But after this, chapters will be posted every Monday unless I'm still writing it. Now, in this chapter, we get to see Harry. Be warned that this chapter is going to be a bit short, as this is more of an introduction rather than an actual Harry-chapter. He will be in the fifth chapter though. This chapter is just a Harry-intro and chapter three will be the meeting in Toshiro's office and then chapter five will be the kick-off of the story. Please bear with me.

Now, for all of those who would like to know, I decided to place this story in the Prisoner of Azkaban timeline. I know it's common but I don't care. I didn't really like anything after Goblet of Fire and I couldn't really see this story meshing well with that one. And anything before Azkaban was too soon. So this is after Harry's second year and after the rescuing of Rukia in Bleach. I am making the Bleach characters pretend to be fourteen and just have them say that in Japan, they start at the age of twelve instead of eleven. It might not mesh well but I'll try to make it work. BTW, I'm following the manga and books, not the movies and anime, as I read those before I watched them.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER ANYMORE THAN I OWN BLEACH. WHICH IS NOT AT ALL. DON'T BOTHER SUING; YOU'LL BE EXTREMELY DISAPPOINTED WHEN YOU GO THROUGH ALL THAT TROUBLE AND STILL END UP WITH NOTHING.

I MADE A SMALL CHANGE IN DETAIL TO WHICH HOUSE THE SOUL REAPERS MOVE INTO. ACCORDING TO THE HP LEXICON (GREAT INFO SOURCE) NUMBER SEVEN IS NOT ONE HOUSE OVER, AS I HAVE SAID, BUT ACTUALLY RIGHT ACROSS THE STREET. DON'T ASK HOW, I DON'T KNOW, BUT I JUST CHANGED IT TO NUMBER 8 INSTEAD. EASIER TO CHANGE THE HOUSE NUMBER INSTEAD OF THE LOCATION. I KNOW I'M LAZY. BUT CHAPTER THREE IS UP NOW. SO, YEAH.

Chapter Two: The Start of a Bad Summer

Harry stepped off of the train with his friends and dragged his trunk through the invisible barrier separating the Hogwarts Express from the King's Cross muggle station. As soon as he was a few feet from the barrier, a large beefy man grabbed his trunk and dragged it towards the exit of the station. "Come on, boy!" he called over his shoulder.

Harry glared at the man's retreating back, and then sighed and turned to his friends. "I guess I'll see you guys at the end of the summer."

"Don't worry, Harry." Said the boy next to him with red hair and freckles. "I'll talk to mum and dad and see if we can get you for the summer again."

"Keep your head down." Advised the girl on the other side of him with thick brown hair. "Based on what you told us about your aunt and uncle, if you keep your head down and stay as far away from each other, there may be less chance of a repeat of last summer."

Last summer, a house elf had entered the house and used a spell to hover a pudding into the air and smash it onto the floor in an attempt to 'save' him, and since the magic was done in his house and the house elf had vanished and he wasn't allowed to do magic outside of school, he ended up with a letter from the Ministry of Magic, which caused his uncle to lose a business deal with an important client, stating that if magic was performed in front of muggles again, he would be expelled. And since his aunt and uncle didn't know that he wasn't allowed to do magic, and since they were already angry with him for their losing the deal, when they found out he wasn't allowed to use magic, they locked him in his room, placing bars on his window and installing a cat flap to his bedroom door to slide food through in order to keep him in his room even during meal times. Ron, his red haired friend and two of his older brothers had broken him out.

"Come on, boy!" the man shouted again.

"Thanks." He said to both of them. Then he turned and followed his uncle out of the station and to the car, where his aunt and cousin were waiting.

"It's about time." snapped his aunt as he got into the back seat next to his massive cousin, who scooted as far from Harry as possible as if he had a disease.

Harry rolled his eyes at his cousin and spoke to his aunt. "Sorry, but I can't control when the train gets here." He said. His aunt glared at him before turning around to face the front as her husband got into the car and they drove home.

As Harry and his aunt, uncle, and cousin climbed out of the car in front of their house, number four of Privet Drive, Harry turned to see a moving truck and a For Sale sign staked in the grass of number eight, the house across the street and one over from their house.

"Are they moving?" Harry wondered out loud.

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, who had heard him, turned to see the moving truck drive away, following a dark green minivan. Uncle Vernon narrowed his eyes at the truck while Aunt Petunia, the Queen of Gossip, spoke. "The man lost his job and now they have to move. That's what happens when people slack off and become lazy. They become worthless." She told him.

"Despicable." Uncle Vernon added. Then the four of them turned and went inside. As soon as they entered the house, Uncle Vernon grabbed Harry's trunk, which held all of his school supplies, homework, textbooks, and broomstick and threw it into the cupboard under the stairs, making sure to lock the door before turning and walking into the kitchen, sneering at Harry as he passed.

Harry glared at him before heading up the stairs to his small room. There he set the cage that housed his owl, Hedwig, on his desk and sat on his bed. "I don't want to be here." He said to the snowy owl. "I want to go back to school. At school I'm a wizard. At school I'm a Gryffindor. At school I'm a seeker. At school I'm somebody." He sighed. "Here, I'm nobody. I'm nothing here." He sighed again before getting up and heading towards his window, where he leaned against it and gazed out at the back yard. "I hate summer."

As Harry gazed out of the window, his mind played over everything that had happened the previous year, going through it like a movie set on fast forward, playing up until he arrived home with the Dursleys. Eventually, his mind wandered to the empty house. "I've lived on Privet Drive for years; since I was a year old. But this is the first time I have ever seen anyone move. I didn't even think it was possible to move from this place. I wish I could have gone with them. Left this place for good."

He turned back to Hedwig, who was now cleaning her wings. "I wonder who will be moving in there now. I bet the place will stay empty as long as they are here." He told her, they meaning the Dursleys. "Maybe whoever moves there will have a kid my age with them. Though that probably won't mean much once they meet Dudley. He's the reason I don't have any muggle friends. Maybe I can try to make friends with them before Dudley can get a chance to threaten them to stay away from me.

Harry turned and walked back to his bed, laying down and staring at the ceiling. As he lay there, his eyelids began getting heavy until he ended up falling asleep, imagining the new neighbors with a kid his age who stood up to Dudley and became his first muggle friend.

Harry woke a few hours later, his stomach demanding food. Getting up, Harry headed out of his room and down the stairs in time to hear his uncle speaking to his aunt. "I don't like the looks of him." He was saying. Harry stopped and listened at the door. "That man and his white hair; as long as a woman's. I extremely hope he doesn't decide to move in there. The last thing we need is another freak like the boy living on our street."

"Not to mention the negative influence he might have on our Duddikins." Aunt Petunia added.

Harry rolled his eyes and entered the kitchen. Dudley was sitting at the table, watching the television on the counter as he shoveled food into his already full mouth. His aunt and uncle sat at the table as well, his aunt on one side of Dudley sipping her tea and his uncle sitting next to her, reading the paper. None of them looked at him when he walked in, nor did they even acknowledge that he was there, which was just fine with him. He remembered his friend Hermoine warning him to keep his head down and out of their way. Being ignored was definitely going to help.

Harry grabbed a plate from a cupboard and took it to the table, where he began piling food on it, and listened as his aunt and uncle continued their conversation. "If he does decide to live there," his uncle said. "Then we'll just have to make sure him, and anyone he brings along, stay as far from our family as possible or I will have something to say about it."

"Especially keep them away from Dudley." Aunt Petunia said firmly.

Harry tuned them out as he ate, his mind racing with the thought that someone was already looking at the empty house. There was already someone interested, and judging by his aunt and uncle's ravings, it was someone too abnormal for their liking, which meant if the man with white hair had any children Harry's age, he just might get along with them and his aunt and uncle would be so intent on keeping Dudley away from them that he wouldn't be able to threaten the new kids to stay away from Harry. He might actually make a muggle friend! But that was only if the man decided to move in and if he actually had any kids around his age. Somehow he doubted it.

Harry finished eating and took his plate to the sink, cleaning it and placing it on the dish rack before sneaking some of the leftover food on the frying pan into a napkin and heading back upstairs to his room. Last summer he had stayed in his room the entire time he had been home, except for the house elf and pudding incident. He found that the less time he spent around his aunt, uncle and cousin, the happier they all were. And he was planning on keeping it that way.

Harry closed the bedroom door behind him and turned on his light. Hedwig rattled her wings against the bars of her cage when he came in. He walked to her cage and placed the scraps of food in her food bowl. She clicked her beak at him in disdain. "Sorry, Hedwig, but you know you can't come out when we're here, or else I'd let you go get your own food. You're just going to have to wait until the end of summer, when we can go back to Hogwarts." Hedwig gave him what he could have sworn was an offended look as she ate the scraps of food. "It's not my fault. We don't have a choice." Harry sat in his desk chair and scooted closer to her cage. Hedwig hooted at him before turning her back on him.

Sighing, Harry got up and sat on the edge of the bed closest to the window. "I wish we could both fly out of here. We could both live in the owlery of the school during the summer. Even that would be better than living here." So lost in his thoughts that he was that he didn't notice the time slipping past until he heard the rest of the family head to bed.

Finally his mind released him back to the present and he stood up stiffly, stretched and got ready for bed. He turned off his light and climbed under the blankets, imagining a family with white hair who turned out to be wizards like him. And they moved into the empty house and barged into the Dursley's living room, scaring the fat out of Dudley, and demanding that Harry live with them. Harry wouldn't really want to move out of the Dursley's house just to move to a place across the street but anything was better than living under the same roof as them. That was the last thing on the mind of Harry Potter as sleep took him once more.

A/N: So how was it? I know, I know. "You call that a chapter?" "That was too short." "Could have been better." Yeah, I know. Sorry but I just couldn't think of anything else to write for this without spoiling the other future chapters. And again, sorry for the long chapter in the beginning. Just wanted to squeeze everyone's letter receiving into one chapter. Chapter three might be just as long but I will try to control myself. Please review and let me know how terribly short this was. Helpful criticism is always welcome. ^_^