A/N: Sorry for the delay! I just moved out of my parents' house the second week of December and not everyone was happy with my decision. Mostly my mom, stepdad, siblings, grandparents, cousins, aunts, and uncles. So pretty much everyone had something to say about my decision to move out. But it's not like I'm moving out of the country or anything. I'm just moving in with a friend. But, so I've been pretty distracted lately, what with settling in and financial stuff. Plus with Christmas and all. December just wasn't my month. But I haven't forgotten or given up this story. It's just taking me longer to get back into the swing of writing. But, rest assured, I will be working as hard as I can on these next chapters. My goal is to have at least one more chapter up after this one, before school starts back up again on the 26th. Wish me luck and free of writer's block, every writer's bane. Thanks for your understanding. Enjoy the chapter!

Chapter Eighteen: Neville Is Given A Chance

Neville entered the Gryffindor common room and quickly scanned the area as he made his way to the staircase leading to the boys' dormitories. He was worried about Toshiro. After he had left the Defense classroom, Neville had made his way up to Gryffindor Tower, taking as many different corridors, staircases, and secret passages as he could on the way up in the hopes that he would spot his small friend on the way, but no such luck. Toshiro was nowhere to be found. It was like the boy had just up and vanished. But that was impossible. As he had heard Hermione constantly remind Harry and Ron, it was impossible to Apparate and Disapparate within the school grounds because of complex spells. So where had Toshiro gone?

Neville made his way up the stairs to the third year boys' dorm and entered. The room was empty, save for clusters of clothing scattered here and there around the room, ink bottles and crumpled parchment tossed carelessly on the nightstands, and unneeded spell books in haphazard heaps at the foot of every four-poster, whose curtains were all open and revealing empty beds. The furnace along the wall emitted soft gusts of warmth into the room as Neville shut the door with a frown and headed back down the stairs and out of the portrait hole.

Where had Toshiro gone? Neville knew he hadn't been that far behind him when they left the classroom. And he hadn't gone in the direction of the Great Hall, so he wouldn't be there. Plus, when people were upset, the last place they wanted to be was around people, particularly people who had witnessed whatever had upset the person in the first place and would most likely start staring shamelessly. But then where was he? And the most important question of all; was he okay? Neville's frown deepened as Toshiro's face flashed through his mind again, the look of horror and fear and acceptance painted across the pale features disturbing Neville more than the old man's words. How could Toshiro believe what that old man was saying? Why would he so easily believe something like that?

Neville's frown of worry turned into a frown of anger and irritation. Anger for the old man who had said those things to Toshiro and irritation for Toshiro for believing the things the man had said in the first place. Hadn't Toshiro just finished scolding Neville for listening to the hurtful and spiteful things Snape was saying to and about him during Potions? So where does he get off going around taking some old man's words to heart? He wasn't even a real old man. Not really. He was a boggart, saying the things that would most scare the one it faces. It's not like the old man, whoever he was, would've actually said something like that, right? He didn't look like someone who would say something so hurtful. He just looked like a kindly old man, like someone's grandfather. Just who was that man, anyway? Why would Toshiro be expecting him to say that he was unworthy and useless and all of those other things he had said?

"I don't understand." Neville mumbled to himself as he descended another flight of stairs, resigning in the search for his missing friend and heading down towards the Great Hall.

"Some things aren't meant to be understood, you know." Said a dreamy voice from behind.

Neville whirled around and came face to face with Luna, who gazed at him with a dazed, yet curious look in her wide eyes. "Luna!" Neville gasped in astonishment. "Don't do that! You scared me for a second there. What are you doing up here? Dinner's about to start."

"I know." Luna said, casually continuing her descent down the stairs ahead of him. Neville hurried after her as she continued speaking. "I was on my way down now. I had something to find first. But you're not at dinner either."

"I'm looking for Toshiro." Neville admitted as they headed down another corridor. "He was a bit upset when he ran out of Defense today. Boggarts, you know."

Luna nodded. "They are quite frightening, boggarts. Very unpleasant."

"Yeah, well this boggart was particularly nasty when it came time for the transfer students. They all feared death, but for someone else instead of themselves." said Neville, shuddering at the memory. "It was horrible."

"That's very noble of them, fearing the death of others instead of themselves. It seems the Sorting Hat was right in placing them in Gryffindor." Luna commented dreamily.

"Yeah, well I think it hit Toshiro pretty hard. I was trying to look for him and see if he was okay." Neville said. "But I searched for him all the way up to Gryffindor Tower, in the common room, and the dorm. He's nowhere."

"He can't be nowhere." Luna said sagely. "Everywhere is somewhere. It has a title, it's a place, people can get to it. How can something like that be nowhere? How can a person be nowhere?"

"I don't know. But I've looked everywhere." Neville said exasperatedly.

Luna stopped walking and looked at him strangely. "Have you tried the Hospital Wing? Or the library? Or every single bathroom? Or Mr. Filch's broom cupboards? Or the Owlery? Or the dungeons? Or another house's common room? Or under the lake? Or in a mouse hole?"

Neville frowned. "W-well, no. But-"

"Then you didn't look everywhere. How do you know he's not in one of the places you haven't looked in?" Luna scrutinized him further. "Are you psychic? Or did a Piliko Torrack tell you? They don't give information away for free, you know. It's wiser not to make deals with them. Do you still have your fingers? They like taking those as payment."

"No, wait a minute." Neville said, stopping her rant about a creature that may or may not, more likely, exist. "I have all my fingers, and no I didn't ask a pili-whatever. I just meant – oh, never mind. The point is, I couldn't find him in any of the places I checked on the way to Gryffindor Tower. I was hoping that by the time I got to the Great Hall, he would be there."

"And what if he's not?" Luna asked. "Are you going to look for him?"

Neville shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe. We're not really supposed to miss dinner." Neville glanced worriedly back the way they had come, as if his small friend would suddenly appear before them. "But I'm worried. He's my friend. He stuck up for me against Professor Snape. We barely know each other and yet he's already done a lot for me. I actually want to try to do better. I've never met anyone who's had so much faith in me before. Not even Gran ever seemed like she had high hopes for me. But Toshiro thinks I can do better than I've been. He believes I can. And I don't want to let him down. He's the first real friend I've ever had and he's done a lot for me. I can't even begin to repay him for what he's done. But I have to do something…" Neville bit his bottom lip hesitantly and then nodded firmly to himself. He turned back to Luna. "I'm going to go look for him. If he's not in the castle, then I'll go down to the Great Hall and hope he shows up. And if not, at least he'll show up in the dorms tonight. He can't wander around all night. I'll see you later."

Luna smiled almost smugly. "Remember, if he's not in any of the places you've tried, then he's in one of the places you haven't tried. You just have to look. And if a Piliko Torrack offers to help you, say no unless you're willing to loose a finger."

"Hey, Luna." Neville called as Luna reached the top of the next flight of stairs. She turned and gazed at him curiously. "Thanks."

Luna smiled and gave a curt nod before descending the stairs. Neville whirled around and headed back down the corridor in search of his new friend. I have to do something. He thought as he searched the empty classrooms. He's done so much for me already. The least I can do is make sure he's okay. I won't take our friendship for granted. I won't.

Neville sighed as he left yet another empty classroom. He couldn't understand it. He'd searched nearly every classroom he could find, even the broom cupboards but still no sign of Toshiro. He checked the Hospital Wing and the Library, deciding that the dungeons weren't safe for a Gryffindor to wander alone, and had worked his way almost all the way up to the Owlery. If he couldn't find Toshiro in the Owlery, he'd call it quits and just wait for Toshiro to turn up on his own. He had to. They had classes tomorrow and even if he found somewhere else to sleep, he'd still have to go to the dorm to switch textbooks. Yeah.

Nodding in agreement to himself, Neville continued on his way up to the Owlery, continuing to check the classrooms along the way. After a few more minutes of climbing, Neville made it. He approached the doorway of the Owlery but froze when he heard voices coming from inside. The first voice was definitely Toshiro's and he seemed to be speaking to someone. Unable to hear what was being said, Neville instinctively took a step forward and stopped. This wasn't right. It was rude to eavesdrop on someone, especially someone he considered a friend. Neville was about to back away when he heard the second voice speak clear enough for him to hear.

"And you're sure they were all speaking English?" That voice definitely belonged to Toshiro's friend, Rangiku. What was she doing up here?

"I'm absolutely positive." Came Toshiro's voice. There was something off about it, Neville noticed. As if his small friend was still trying to recompose himself. "Yamamoto and Byakuya both spoke clear English, allowing the entire class to hear and understand everything. Which is my main concern at the moment, and why I suggest that both you and Rukia either skip this lesson, or else participate in private."

There was a short pause and then Rangiku spoke. "This boggart. It manifests your greatest fear, right? So, if we learn to overcome that fear, do you think we could use this as a tactical advantage in the war?"

Neville blinked in confusion. War? He thought quizzically. What war? Do they mean against Sirius Black? Because that's not really a war. And they can't mean against You-Know-Who, because he's supposed to be dead. And who are Yama-mamo-moto and Bee-ya-cu-yah?

"It's possible." Toshiro amended thoughtfully. "That's one of the reasons I just sent that message to Ukitake. I'd like to hear what they think." A pause. "But what concerns me the most is the fact that the boggarts spoke English. Why? How was it able to speak English instead of Japanese? I'm not sure if that was part of the boggart's effect or if something happened, but I don't think it should have been able to do that. Hopefully, Kurotsuchi can come up with an explanation. Most likely, though, he's going to want to experiment on a real boggart, and I doubt we could mail one. Nor do I think it wise to do so. The last thing we need is to have someone back home have their greatest fear popping out of a box."

"Speaking of fear, how are you holding up?" Rangiku asked in concern.

Neville heard Toshiro give an audible sigh. "I'm fine, I think. It just caught me off guard."

"Are you sure?" Rangiku asked. "You didn't seem fine earlier. You were as white as a hollow's mask."

"To be honest, I've been better." Toshiro answered. "I really wasn't expecting it. And speaking of hollows, we may have a problem with Kurosaki."

"A problem?" Neville was a bit surprised at the sudden seriousness in Rangiku's voice.

"We may need to keep an eye on him." Toshiro said. "On the train, when that Dementor attacked, I thought I saw the signs of Hollowfication on Ichigo. And I could have sworn I saw the beginnings of a hollow mask on the back of his head. I suggest we keep an eye on him just in case."

"I see. But how's that possible? Isn't hollowfication supposed to be extremely dangerous and even fatal? He would need extreme training to even come close to mastering it. Not to mention it's illegal."

"I know. And I don't think he has mastered it. I think he's struggling. But what I don't understand is why and how. Why is he turning into a hollow and how is he able to control it to the extent that he has? And if he has learned hollowfication, who taught him? It's nearly impossible to learn on your own."

"Well, I guess for now, we just keep an eye on him." Rangiku said. "But do you want to tell Renji and Rukia or should we wait until we have more answers first?"

There was another pause, and at first Neville thought Toshiro wasn't going to answer. But then Toshiro sighed again. "I suggest we wait. We should make sure there's proof before we start pointing fingers. And we must be absolutely certain before we bring it to the attention of the other Court Guards." Another pause. "After all; if it turns out that Ichigo is indeed learning hollowfication and everyone back home finds out, he'll more than likely be put to death."

Without thinking, Neville let out a small gasp of shock and horror. Before he could react to his mistake, a hand had reached out and grabbed the front of his robes, pulling him through the doorway and into the Owlery. He stumbled slightly as he was roughly pushed up against the wall and his eyes crossed as they zeroed in on the wand tip hovering inches from his nose. He blinked and instead focused on the owner of the wand. Toshiro looked more furious than Neville had ever seen him, Rangiku glaring down at him from behind Toshiro with her arms crossed over her chest.

"What are you doing here?" Toshiro hissed. "How much did you hear?"

"N-n-nothing! I- I d-didn't hear anything!" Neville whimpered.

"Don't lie, Neville." Toshiro commanded. "What did you hear?"

"J-just about the boggarts s-speaking English and Ichigo turning hollow and b-being put to death and something about a w-war. But that's it, I swear! I swear!" Neville trembled as he waited for Toshiro to decide to blow him away or whatever he was planning to do. After a moment of silence, in which Neville didn't dare breath, let alone move or speak, Toshiro's gaze softened a bit and he slowly released Neville, letting the boy slump weakly to the dirt-covered floor.

Toshiro sighed in exasperation. "You weren't supposed to hear any of that. It wasn't entirely your fault. I got careless and didn't even think about taking off my translator ring." He glared down at the little silver band on his finger, as if silently casting blame on it.

"It wasn't completely your fault either, Taicho." Rangiku said softly. "Because of that boggart, you weren't thinking straight."

"It doesn't matter." Toshiro said bitterly. "A captain should know better."

"Um, I don't mean to interrupt, but what is going on?" Neville asked, almost pleadingly. "What was all that about back there? What war are you talking about? Who's Bee-ya-cu-yah and Yama-mamo-moto or however you say the names? And why would Ichigo be put to death over a hollowed mask? What were those boggarts about?"

Toshiro and Rangiku exchanged glances but Neville was unable to read the words behind them before they turned their gazes back to him. Toshiro frowned. "I'm afraid we can't tell you any of that. In fact, I believe it would be best if we erased your memory. If you could just hold still, I'll – "

"W-wait a minute!" Neville cried in alarm, pressing his back further against the wall. He didn't want his memory erased. He didn't want anyone anywhere near his mind at all, for personal reasons. "Why do you need to erase my memory? I won't tell anyone anything I'm not supposed to. I swear! I already told you I don't have any other real friends. Who would I tell?"

"It's forbidden for a human to know about us." Toshiro said.

"But I don't know about you." Neville said. "I don't know anything about you. And to be honest, I'm not even sure if what I do know about you is even true anymore." Neville hesitated and then asked tentatively. "Is it?"

"Taicho." Toshiro flicked his gaze to Rangiku, who had been watching the two of them thoughtfully. "Maybe we don't have to erase his memory. After all, Ichigo is a human and he knows about us."

"That's complicated." Toshiro replied.

"But true, nonetheless." Rangiku said with a small smirk. "And besides. Don't you think this could work to our advantage? Neville could be our inside man, so to speak. Maybe we could use his knowledge of how the school's run to help with the security sweep when the time comes. Plus, the school's already going on about you trying to boost up his self-confidence and all. Maybe this could help." Rangiku chuckled and winked down at Neville, who was still seated on the floor. "Besides, wouldn't it be fun seeing Professor Snape's face when he realizes that Neville is actually worth more than he's given him credit for? His whole 'bullying Neville' charade could blow up right in front of his sneering hook-nosed face."

Neville gave a small smile at the idea and turned his gaze to Toshiro. He seemed to really be struggling with making a decision as he glared thoughtfully at the owl dropping-covered floor and Neville wondered just how complicated the situation was that it was this difficult to decide if he should know about it. His gaze drifted up to the rafters, where the school's owls and the student's personal owls were stirring, waking from their daytime slumbers in order to prepare for their night time dinner hunting and early morning mail run. Neville shivered as cool air made it's way through the glassless windows, the partially cloudy sky lightening as the sun began its descent behind the trees of the forest.

"Alright." Neville's attention snapped back to the situation at hand as Toshiro nodded and brought his deep teal-colored eyes up to Neville's brownish-green ones. "We can't tell you everything, and certainly not everything we've told the teachers, but I believe there is no harm in telling you somethings. But you have to swear, no matter what, no matter who asks or how, you will not tell anyone else. Is that understood?"

Neville nodded. Rangiku clapped her hands. "Great! Here, let me give you a hand." She bent down to help Neville to his feet and leaned in close, her plump lips grazing against his ear as she whispered. "I just saved you from sudden memory loss. You owe me big time and I will collect." Neville gulped as she laughed cheerfully and straightened him up, brushing loose owl feathers and dust from his clothes. "That's better."

Toshiro rolled his eyes, not wanting to know what his harebrained subordinate could have said to cause such an alarmed and horrified look to cross Neville's round face. He crossed his arms over his chest and turned to lean against the wall he had previously shoved Neville against. He stared up at Neville, his stern eyes meeting Neville's as if seeking out any sign that his new somewhat friend would break. "Now pay attention, because I'm only going to explain all of this once. Got it?"

Neville nodded and leaned back against the same wall as Toshiro began explaining as much as he could without giving too much away. Neville's eyes slowly grew wider in horror and shock each passing minute, and by the time Toshiro had finished, night had fallen, most of the owls had left, and Neville's head felt as if it was ready to burst. Exaggerated pictures swirled around in his head in a dizzying mess, puffs of silvery smoke floating out of dead bodies, dozens of Toshiros, Rangikus, Ichigos, Renjis and Rukias running around with butterfly nets, catching the floating souls and taking them back to their strange world. So far, Toshiro had told him roughly who they were in the sense of Soul Reapers, what they did for a living, and where they lived, giving death a whole new meaning. Oddly enough, instead of feeling insulted for being lied to and horrified by who or what they really were, Neville felt a great swell of pride. Toshiro had enough confidence and trust in Neville to feel able to tell Neville the truth, even if he had been coaxed by Rangiku. Or at least that's how Neville liked to think of it. It definitely made him feel more important, knowing something so dangerous and important that even the famous Harry Potter didn't know.

"But, okay, you've said who you were." Neville said slowly. "But what are you doing here? If you're not really a study abroad group, then why come to Hogwarts?"

"We're here on a few missions." Rangiku said. "Basically, we need to protect the school from this Vollywart guy and the man, Sirius Black. Not to mention the stupid soul suckers your ministry employed."

"The Dementors." Neville muttered thoughtfully.

"Exactly." Rangiku nodded. "That is our main concern. But we also need to keep an extra ear and eye on you people in general."

"Us?" Neville asked in bewilderment. "Why?"

"We've never worked with witches and wizards before." Toshiro answered. "We don't really know much about you and your kind. We're in a bit of a crisis ourselves at home. We're hoping any new ways of offense and defense learned here can be used back at home."

"Why, what happened?" Neville asked curiously. "Does this have something to do with the war you were talking about earlier?"

Toshiro hesitated and then nodded. "Yes. But I'm not elaborating. I'm just letting you know what we're here for. Now, I think we've said enough for the time being." He glanced down at his watch, just barely making out what it said through the pale light of the moon. "It's getting late, almost an hour and a half before curfew. We should get back to our dorms before any overly curious students come wandering around for us."

Neville blushed as Toshiro looked pointedly at him. Rangiku laughed and slung an arm over each of their shoulders, leading them toward the Owlery door. "Well, now that that's been settled, let's go. I'm sure our housemates miss us terribly. Or at least mine will. The girls are such gossips that they've been giving me the inside scoop on their homes and parent's jobs. They're like putty in my crafty hands. It's almost sad."

"Just don't do anything to offend them." Toshiro said in exasperation. "Or anything illegal."

"Of course not, Taicho." Rangiku said absently as they made their way back to the main part of the school. They stopped at the first flight of stairs. "Well, this is where we part. See you guys tomorrow. And welcome to our side, Neville." Then she turned and made her way almost cat-like down the stairs and out of sight. Toshiro and Neville continued on until they reached the bottom of Gryffindor Tower.

"We missed dinner." Neville said as a way of conversation. "Oh, and Professor Lupin said that he was going to talk to Ichigo and Renji about the boggarts and stuff and that if you wanted to talk, his door was always open."

"I'll take that to mind." Toshiro answered. "And don't worry about dinner. I've got that covered."

They stopped outside of the portrait hole and Toshiro placed a hand on Neville's upper arm, stopping him before he could utter the password. "Remember. Not a word."

Neville nodded. "I know. I won't. I promise. But what about Ichigo and the other two?"

"I'll let them know first. Later." Toshiro said.

Neville gave a nod and spoke the password that allowed them into the Gryffindor common room. Both Toshiro and Neville half expected to be swarmed with curious students questioning Toshiro about their whereabouts and his horrifying boggart experience. However, none of the students moved from their spots around the room, though they all stared at him with something akin to longing, as if suppressing the urge to bombard him with questions. Toshiro raised an eyebrow but remained silent as he and Neville weaved through the students and furniture until they reached the little area occupied by Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ichigo and Renji. Toshiro noticed that Harry, Hermione and Ron all seemed to be in the same state as the rest of the students, although they were at least refraining from staring.

Toshiro turned his gaze lazily to Ichigo and Renji. "What did you do?" he asked in an exaggerated tone, feeling as though he were a parent scolding an obviously guilty child.

"What makes you think we did anything?" Ichigo asked from his seat. His arms were crossed over his chest and a scowl was plastered across his face as he shot a glare at a group of girls who were inching closer. They immediately scurried up to the girls' dormitories.

Toshiro watched them go and turned back to Ichigo. "That's why."

"We just got tired of all the staring and stupid questions." Renji answered, his demeanor matching Ichigo's almost exactly. "We were fine after speaking to that teacher, Lupin. But as soon as we walked into the Great Hall, people kept coming up to us and asking questions about the boggarts. Those stupid girls that just ran away? They tried to call us poor defenseless children with such terrifying pasts and horrors and all this other mumbo jumbo crap."

"At first it was kind of funny." Ichigo continued. "But it got old real fast. Now it's just a bunch of bull-"

"Ichigo!" Hermione squawked in affront.

Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Anyway, so I just told them exactly what I'd do to the next person who asked another question about the boggart. One girl didn't believe me, so I upended the juice pitcher over her head." Ichigo shrugged. "Oh, and by the way, I've got another detention, this time with Professor McGonagall. But ever since then, no one has asked anything. And about fifteen minutes ago, I told everyone in here what I'd do if anyone even thinks about asking you. You're welcome."

Toshiro sighed and shook his head. "I have no more words for you at the moment. Well, if that's all, I'm going up to bed."

"Me too." Neville said.

Ichigo nodded. "Yeah, we'll follow you in a bit. And if any of the guys try to question you up there, bash their faces in."

"Right." Toshiro muttered. Neville snorted. Once the two of them were upstairs, Toshiro made his way to his trunk, pulled out two foam bowls with foreign symbols on the lids, and two pairs of bamboo chopsticks. He pulled off the lids to the bowls, revealing hardened noodles, and placed them on the nightstand between his and Neville's bed. Then he tore open two packets of a fine powder and another white substance and poured them into each bowl before picking up the pitcher of water and pouring a reasonable amount into the bowls. Then he set it down and gently tapped the side of each bowl with his wand. Instantly, the water steamed and the noodles softened. "This should hold you until tomorrow morning."

Neville took the chopsticks and the bowl Toshiro held out to him, the heavy scent of chicken and spices wafting up to meet his nose and making his mouth water. Using the chopsticks the way Toshiro had taught him the other night, Neville tentatively took a bite of the noodles, decided that it tasted good, and dug in.

"Not a word about the earlier discussion." Toshiro said as he ate his own instant ramen, inwardly grateful for Rangiku supplying them all with 'emergency food'. "That topic is not safe to be discussing at random. You never know who may be listening."

"You're really paranoid, you know that?" Neville commented thoughtfully.

Toshiro shrugged. "I have to be. The world isn't as black and white as we like to believe. There's actually a lot more gray than anything else."

"Huh?" Neville mumbled in confusion.

Toshiro shook his head. "Never mind. You'll figure it out. Just eat."

Neville and Toshiro silently ate their ramen and placed their empty bowls in the trash bin under the nightstand. Then they headed to their trunks, changed into their sleep clothes, and headed, with their bag of toiletries, to the bathroom. By the time they returned, the rest of the boys were finishing up with their night clothes and heading to the bathroom themselves. Toshiro tossed his things into his trunk, climbed into bed and shut the curtains around him, shutting out the silent stares of his dorm mates. Neville glanced in his direction sympathetically, and closed the curtains around his own bed before settling down for the night, everything Toshiro and Rangiku had said to him earlier swirling through his head well past the time the last person in the room had gone to bed. Neville expected to feel more shocked and afraid by what he had learned but all he seemed to feel was happiness and a swell of pride. After all, not everyone could say that their best friend was the captain to one of the teams that went around the world bringing wandering souls back to heaven, if it was indeed like heaven. But perhaps he would react properly after the shock wore off.

A/N: Hey! So, I was REEEAALLYY stuck throughout this chapter, unable to get back into the swing of writing and stuff. But I went back and reread your guys' reviews and I've got to say, they really helped bring back my mojo. Thanks so much for all of the encouraging reviews you've sent over the course of this story. They really helped a lot. Hope this chapter didn't disappoint. There were a few details i put in here that i couldn't find on the net anywhere. Like what Soul Society would do if they ever found out that Ichigo did hollowfication. I believe it's illegal, but I'm not sure what they would do to Ichigo, since he's not really a Soul Reaper, but for now, I'm just going with the death penalty in order to make things more dramatic. I know this is a bit shorter and slower than what I've been writing so far, but it couldn't be helped. However, the rest should be back to normal. I just really wanted to get a chapter up after so long. I just have a few quick notes:

Now, we've come to the decision to let the Soul Reapers have more of an impact on the wizarding world, and that is not going to change (no take backs). However, there are still some things I will ask you guys about and see your input. For example, once Quidditch starts back up again, would you like me to place one or more of the transfers on any of the teams? I think it would be kind of boring to put a shinigami on every team but maybe one on Gryffindor or Rukia on Ravenclaw, or even Rangiku on Hufflepuff. I'm not sure how that will go with Diggory on that team as well though. I don't think Toshiro would enjoy playing but maybe Ichigo or Renji. I was thinking of one of the chasers be seriously injured or something and being banned from playing or something. And then the Gryffindor's would need to hold tryouts and one of the transfers end up stepping up and getting on the team, but just as a substitute for the year. Any suggestions on that? Let me know and I'll try to work it in. Don't forget to review! Even if it's just to yell at me for taking so long to update. Thanks again!

BTW: the next chapter will probably be the longest because not only will it have the new class in it, but it will also have Sirius Black's attack on the fat lady, as well as Halloween in general. Yeah, I know I'm late for Halloween but hey, better late than never.