Moa: I'M ALIVE! I made cookies, here have some.
I know this chapter is horribly late (and short)... And I have nothing to say except "Writers block is a bitch", really is.
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Disclaimer: No.
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No one talked to Hichigo the morning after he arrived to Grimmould's place covered in slime and ready to kill someone, and Hichigo was more than happy to keep it that way. But he did overhear Moody talking to Sirius about the destroyed portrait of Mrs Black.
"Sirius, he punched through the canvas and a good part of the wall. The walls are made out of stone. Don't try to tell me it's normal..."
Frankly, Hichigo couldn't care less about walls and paintings... He was more busy trying to glare a hole in his breakfast. Mentally cursing the Hollow (and Soul Society for sending him here) to seven depths of hell, it had just caused him a lot of work.
Originally his mission had been simple: Track down Voldemort, gather information about wizards to Soul Society and keep the information about him, hollows, Soul Society etc at minimum. Easy. That was before the hollow that had somehow gotten here. It didn't take a genius to figure out what could happen if there was an open Garanguta somewhere in London, and just guess who had to figure out if and/or where it was.
Oh, and now he had a black-haired boy with a scar on his forehead to look after.
Hichigo stabbed his bacon.
The next few days went by without major incidents. Hichigo spent most of his day (and night) searching the area where he had lost the track of the Hollow but the only reiatsu he was able to detect was his own, Mrs Weasley cleaned the house with the younger ones and the rest of the Order did whatever the hell they did.
One day Hichigo gave up early and arrived at the Headquarters right before dinner (and once again ready to kill someone) he was nearly run over by Moody.
"Fancy of you to stop by" Moody snorted. "We have a job for you."
Hichigo rolled his eyes and glared at Moody behind his glasses but didn't say anything. Moody pointedly ignored his glare.
"Potter's trial is tomorrow, you need to escort him and Arthur to the ministry and back. Think you can handle it?"
Hichigo smirked at the jab and put on his "dazzling" smile.
"Worried 'bout me? Aw... How considerate of you!" Hichigo grinned. "Don'tcha worry, I'll be around for a long time."
Moody glared and stalked off muttering something similar to "that's exactly why I worry". Hichigo decided his lunch had waited for long enough and walked to the kitchen.
(O_o_O_o_O_o_O_o_O_o)
The morning came and a very pale faced Harry walked into the kitchen, Mr and Mrs Weasley, Lupin, Tonks, Sirius and Hichigo were already eating breakfast. Harry slumped into his chair that Tonks offered to him.
Lupin and Tonks soon continnued with their conversation and Hichigo turned around fully to look at Harry.
Harry tried to eat but it felt like he was trying to eat sand. Mrs Weasley was trying in wain to comb his hair and Hichigo's gaze was unnerving, soon he found himself lifting his head and met Hichigo's gaze fully.
"What?" He didn't mean to sound so sick but his guts were turning in a way that made him feel horrible. Hichigo took a sip of coffee.
"Nothing, ya just look ready to faint. Just keepin an eye on ya."
Harry wasn't sure if that made him feel better or worse.
The trip to the subway worked without complications, Harry payed the tickets (Mr Weasley wasn't that good with Muggle money) and Hichigo just tagged along. He doubted anything bad was going to happen in a crowded train. Mr Weasley kept a close eye on the subway map and Harry looked slightly green.
They got of right in the middle of London and Mr Weasley was lost for a second before leading them towards a small alley.
"Sorry, I'm not used to using Muggle transports. Everything looks so different in Muggle perspective, truth to be told I've never used the visitors passage."
Mr Weasley led them to a shabby-looking street with a few offices, a pub and an old telephone-box. A shabby-looking street with a few offices, a pub and an old telephone-box?
This was where he the last bits of the Hollow's reiatsu had vanished!
Mr Weasley ushered Harry into the telephone-box and Hichigo followed after. The telephone was hanging on a nail and looked like someone had tried to brake it off.
"I think that is broken..." Harry observed when Mr Weasley lifted the phone.
"No, this thing is working... Let's see..."
The Ministry of Magic was majestic, neither Hichigo nor Harry could not help but to stare in awe at the hall in front of them.
"Wait for us here." Arthur muttered to Hichigo as he walked towards what looked like a elevator, a pale-faced Harry looked back and forth between them.
"See ya."
Harry looked up and just nodded before hurrying after Mr Weasley, Hichigo watched them leave and waited a few seconds. Then he turned around, there was something in the air calling him like a siren...
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Hichigo didn't bother knocking and just waltzed into a small office. The walls were plain and there were papers everywhere, the only furniture in the room was a table and a chair. The man sitting on the chair looked just as plain as the room did, if not plainer. He jumped startled when he heard the door slam behind Hichigo.
"Can I help you?" The man sounded slightly annoyed.
Hichigo ignored the man and looked around in the office. There was not a trace of anything out of the ordinary, but there was something in the air...
The man behind the table cleared his throat and Hichigo turned his head towards him.
"Yes, actually ya can."
The man raised an eyebrow, Hichigo walked closer to the desk.
"I was wonderin' what ya can tell me about Hollows."
The man stared at Hichigo about a second before making his move, he stood up and pointed his wand towards Hichigo's chest. The next second he found himself on his back and his wand a few feet away.
The man tried to reach for his wand but Hichigo kicked it aside, grabbing the man by his collar he lifted him up against a wall.
"Start talkin'."
The man looked down at the "boy" that had lifted him and was now holding him up without braking a sweat, his face was still covered but the man could hear the psychopathic grin the boy was without doubt supporting on his face.
"You are mad." He whispered, Hichigo just shrugged.
"We're all mad here. Now, back to that Hollow."
Hichigo shifted his hand so he was gripping the mans throat.
"What did ya do to it?" He asked the choking man.
The man wheezed and didn't say a word, Hichigo raised his free hand and brought it down on the man's nose with a satisfying crack.
"Well?" Hichigo asked with his hand raised for a second punch, the blood dripping from the hand was definitely not his own.
"It's a spell..." The man paused to spit out a broken tooth. "It forces the thing to obey the one casting the spell and makes it technically invincible."
Hichigo slacked his hold on the man's throat for a bit. The information was making sense but that still didn't explain everything.
"Maa... Do ya think the Hollow could brake out of that spell of yer's?"
The man shook his head, Hichigo let it slip for now.
"Good, just one question left!" Hichigo chirped and leaned closer to the mans face.
"Where did it come from?"
The man swallowed and opened his mouth.
"I don't know."
A second satisfying crack, the mans face was now deformed beyond recognition.
"Wrong answer~" Hichigo sang and punched the man once more.
"I honestly don't know!" The man's voice was tainted with panic. "I am just following orders! From the higher ups in the department of mysteries!"
"And that would be who?"
The man stayed silent, Hichigo shrugged his shoulders.
"I get it... Yer a good man who doesn't want to risk his job." He beamed towards the man's mutilated face and gave him a thumbs-up. "Yer gonna get far if you keep that up!"
The man looked at Hichigo with a shimmer of hope.
"So... so you will let me go?"
Hichigo grinned.
"Nope!"
A humans throat is so soft.
Hichigo's fingers tore through it so easily.
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Moa: And that is the end of my first (and only) OC. He will be appearing in many of my stories and his sole life purpose is to give some information and then die, in case you didn't figure he hates his job (and me). He's a average guy, really.
The Man: So... I'm your only OC and you still have yet to come up with a name for me?
Moa: Sucker it up. You'll get one eventually (maybe), when (if) your death will be noticed (and you'll be seen as "that idiot that gave off information and died").
The Man: ... Why do you hate me?