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Harry Potter. I also do not own anything from the Bleach Anime/Manga.

Warning-Violence, Adult Situations, Character death, Language.

Chapter 2 Meeting an old friend

It's so dark…

Where am I?

Who am I?

Slowly the memories came back to Harry like a crashing wave upon a cliff. At first it was strange, as if he had just gotten out of bed. It was as if he was in the twilight stage between sleep and awake. It was frustrating at first, not being able to remember what had happened. Slowly, but surly the memories came back though.

Harry sat up with a gasp. He somehow knew that he should be dead, yet here he was, but maybe he was dead? He didn't know but he would surely find out soon enough… right?

The first thing he noticed was the darkness. It was strange and creepy. He couldn't tell if his eyes where open or closed. One could associate the feeling to what some would think of blind people.

He reached up with his hand and felt around the edges of his eyes and knew it was open.

Maybe its night time or something, reasoned Harry.

The second thing he noticed was the smell. It was the sharp stench of death and decay that comes with winter, when all the plants are dead and buried under the snow. To Harry it smelled great. He had always loved the cold and winter.

Then there was the sound. It was faint, like hearing somebody play music from one side of a tunnel, and you listening to it. Harry strained his hearing to find out what it was. After a while he finally found it. It was the howling of the wind, the raging of a beast that's been contained for far too long. At first it scared Harry. There's something here, was his first thought. His second thought would likely scare most mothers. I wonder what it is.

The last thing to register to Harry was the touch and taste. The reason for it being last was simple. It was bitter, biting, clawing. It felt like the wind was trying to rip him into shreds and he could literally feel the ice digging into his skin, and the taste, a taste that Harry loved. It was the taste of snow, ice, water; it was all these tastes in one, the moist, yet soft feeling of snow gently melting against his tongue, the sharp stabbing of shards of ice aggressively attacking him, and the wet, refreshing water that seemed to fill his mouth.

Harry stood up and gave the surrounding area a sharp glare. He looked toward the horizon and could just make out a bluish, grey mist.

So it's a blizzard? Harry questioned.

Whatever it was, Harry could see it, which answered Harry's earlier question, and he wasn't blind. Harry sighed and started walking towards the mist. After awhile Harry realized he wasn't tiring, so he started to run. Before Harry could figure out what caused this, he felt himself simply disappear. When he reappeared he started patting his chest, legs and face.

I'm all here.

Harry looked around him and cursed. It was just as dark as before, yet now he couldn't see the blue mist. He might not be able to see but could surely hear, and hear he did.

It sounded as if a jet from the airport was taking off… right next to his head. The raging of the blizzard around him was extraordinarily strong. The roaring of the wind…

Wait? Wind? Roaring?

Harry glanced up nervously, and gasped. There, right in front of him, was the biggest beast he had ever seen. It was monstrous, easily 10 feet tall. Harry squinted his eye's against the wind and gasped again. It was like he was dreaming… he had to be…right?

There in front of him was a dragon, a sleek, ice white, Japanese dragon. On closer inspection Harry realized that it wasn't just white in color, it was that the dragon was made up of ice. It was a bizarre thing to think of but really, all of this was bizarre.

Harry then noticed the cage around it. The cage, which was a dark black color, was almost twice as tall as the dragon. For some reason the cage made him want to scream. It wasn't right to place such a thing in a cage.

Of course these thoughts died when its large eyes opened, and Harry found himself staring into blood red pools of anger.

Now unless you can say that you have seen into the eyes of a dragon, that's been contained for an unknown amount of time, then could you honestly say you wouldn't be scared. This was Harry's reasoning, yet strangely he wasn't scared at all. In fact, he felt awe and relief swell inside of him. He was startled out of his reverie by the dragon roaring at him, baring it's teeth. Harry looked on in confusion as the dragon lowered its head and seemed to talk.

"Harry, You must release me from this containment."

At first he just stared at the great beast for a second with disbelieve, this thing had talked. There was a dragon… and it talked to him?

Harry pinched his arm, he had heard that it was a good way to see if you where dreaming or not. Of course he was not dreaming, but you couldn't blame him for trying. Harry look at the dragon on said loudly, the better to be heard over the raging storm, as he didn't have a dragons voice.

"Why should I trust you, Dragon-Sama."

The dragon seemed quite surprised that he had used that honorific or any honorific at all. In fact, Harry was confused himself. Where had that come from?

"You remember youngling."

Harry bristled with agitation at the reference to his young age. It was born through the fact that he had been "Boy" in the Dursley household for as far back as he remembered. He even knew that he hadn't known his name until he was six.

Still, this was all very strange. Harry looked at the dragon and yelled, "Dragon, Where are we? Who are you?"above the howling wind.

The dragon looked at him and said with obvious pride, "You are simply in your core, your power source, and I am your power, or at least part of your power young one. I am your Zanpakutou, your soul reaper, I am Hyourinmaru."

Harry shivered at that while thoughts to ask questions like What am I? and Is the for real?, But he settled for asking, "Why where you caged?"

Hyourinmaru looked at him and said bitterly, "You will remember in do time, Harry. After he said that, light started pouring into the dark, stormy world Harry was in.

Harry knew that he was leaving now, but he had so much to ask. He yelled, "When will I see you again?"

Hyourinmaru made a deep sound that Harry would say was chuckling and he said softly, "Yes, you will see me again… when the time is right we will meet, now GO, and before you ask, No you aren't harmed. Oh, and tell no one about this Harry, the consequences would be terrible." With that Harry saw black.

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Harry sat up with a gasp. He looked around and wondered what had happened while in the other world. The two men where gone, but Harry remembered the flash a silvery hair.

He also wondered how he had lived. He felt that he should remember somehow what that green light meant, but it was like looking through a mirror in a dark room, He knew it was there but just couldn't see it.

Harry looked down at his chest and was startled to see ice there. He had a pretty good idea about what had happened. Obviously, Hyourinmaru or he had somehow made a wall of ice appear that the light had hit. Harry brushed the ice off then stood up and ran back to the zoo. In his haste, he completly forgot about the snake.

When he arrived there, he was the witness of the police investigating what had happened.

Harry walked to where the car was parked and was relived when the car was there and the Dursley's were not. He opened the door that was behind the driver side and sat and waited.

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Authors notes*

OK so I have this updated now. The updates are going to be slow... like extremely. Also, I forgot to mention, this story and its notes had been saved on a flash drive of mine. That first chapter had already been done. Also, I do not know where I'm going to go with this, but I know I need to get these ideas out of my head. They are distracting and I want to test my writing skills.

Now, I'm sure some people are afraid I might just make this story a quote fest... I will try not to use to many things from bleach, but I will use Soul Society.

Please note that I try to go over all my words, making sure that I spell correctly, but I would like to say sorry about mistakes.

Until next time.