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Chapter 2: New DA Teacher

Ichigo sat quietly, flipping pages through an interesting book about love.

He sat on his 'throne' within a very large underground chamber, surrounded by array of machines, magics, and artifacts from time forgotten. Yet despite all the interesting goodies that would drive a scientist insane with either joy or madness, he sat nonchalantly on his throne, reading a book.

"We're home, pops!"

Ichigo closed the book, the Four Loves, and smiled. His Greed and Lust -well, half Greed and half-Lust, for he didn't give them all of his lust or greed- were walking into the chamber's only lighted area.

"How was the fight, Ling, Solaris?" Ichigo asked them as he walked up to them and gave both a hug. Greed tried to punch the crap out of him, but it was futile.

"I managed to take some of the humans and Deaters under my wings, thanks to the advice you gave me," Ling Yao, aka Greed, replied with a grin.

Solaris rolled her eyes. "Greed and his gang are like children, father," Solaris, aka Lust, said. This earned her a glare from Ling, but she ignored it.

"Oh how so? Did they go peek girls or something?" he asked with a grin as he walked back to his dull, gray throne. He sat down and picked up the book.

"No, they were marching through one of the nearby cities, claiming that the city was now theirs."

Ichigo abruptly laughed.

"What city is it?"

"London."

"I heard that there are these gangs in the cities," Ichigo said.

"Yeah, so?" Ling asked.

"If you can take care of them, then the city is yours. Of course, it will be unofficial," he replied.

Greed's grin widened. "Thanks, pops!" With that he disappeared out of the chamber, leaving Lust and Ichigo alone.

"He is so much of a child."

"Better a child than an idiot," Ichigo replied. "At least he knows what he is doing..."

Lust raised an eyebrow.

"Have you checked the Hogwarts?" Lust asked.

"Yes. But I am not very happy with how the Wizarding society has been running for the past couple decade."

"How so?"

Ichigo then began to compile a list of things he didn't like how the society was running at the moment. For one, he didn't like the fact that the advancement of magic -continued development, research of magic and related beings, muggle and wizard relations- have all been hindered. Not only that, the society seemed to be going backwards to when the wizards and witches were afraid of the muggles. In that respect, he liked how the "pure blood" supremacists acted: outgoing, proud, and open. Of course the Ministry was appalled by the actions of the said terrorists, mainly those of Lord Voldemort's Death Eaters, and Ichigo was slightly disgusted as well.

"The entire society is going backward..." Ichigo muttered and Lust smiled sadly.

"Father, you know as well as we, your children, do that the humans, wizards or muggles, will remain stupid for quite some time," she replied. "At least Nicholas, is a decent fellow."

Flammel, the only creator of Philosopher's Stone and who lives on its life-expanding subsistence, was one of the few wizards and muggles taht knew of Ichigo's existence as a cursed Immortal. And despite the fact that it was the Angels that had cursed him, Flammel showed no prejudice, unlike most, in dealing with him. Of course, it usually involved each other trying to outsmart the other verbally or Ichigo coming to Flammel's "rescue" when the Philosopher's Stone happens to be too close to be within a dark lord's hands.

"Yes, he is..." he replied. "But on the second though about you assignments, have you found a suitable husband?"

Lust, despite the old age and wisdom she carried, blushed madly and turned away from Ichigo. "N-No. Why do you bring that up?"

Ichigo cocked his head to the side. "My daughter, a father is always curious of what his children do. Espeically one who is fiesty, sexy and -"

Lust whirled around and landed a kick on Ichigo's face. "Shut. Up."

Ichigo only smirked.

Once she got her foot off of him and he managed to fix his broken nose, he sat back down with a business-like manner. "how about the other organizations aside from those related to wizarding world?" Ichigo asked.

Lust frowned. "I sent Pride to deal with that, Father."

Ichigo nodded.

Lust and Greed were his first half-children, who were made from his lust and greed and his raw power. It was nowhere near the power of creation the Absolute Being held, but it was good enough. Unfortunately, they did not have souls and were subject to eternal death in mind and body if they were to be killed. His only child who did not risk any form of death was Pride, who strangely took the form of a innocent-looking child. Pride had the ability to control shadow itself, and as long as light existed, so did he. At the same time, he was like Ichigo's scout and informat. He saw and heard everything that Ichigo wanted to know, and would tell his father or his brothers and sisters of whatever information he obtained.

Ichigo merely looked behind him. "Any news, Pride?"

A single, red-iris eye opened up in the shadow. "I have found seventy such organization that is aware of and actively fighting against those whom you have dubbed 'enemies,' dad. Of them all, I find the True Cross Order to be the most spiritually and magically aware of their own world. They even sensed me," Pride replied. A small slit of a smile opened beneath the eye. "Of course, I was able to 'play the devil.'"

"True Cross Order, eh? It's been quite some time since I heard about them..." Ichigo muttered. "Or rather, they tried to 'exorcise' me. Of course, they failed." Ichigo talked nonchalantly before his somewhat pissed-off children.

'Who dares harms our father?' they both thought angrily.

"Yeah, that was until I crushed their entire Order's able-bodied men and just let them be," he continued. "...It's been four hundred years though. I wonder how they changed," he added quietly. He slowly began to slump over the throne.

"Father?" Lust called.

Ichigo didn't answer.

She slowly approached him, one step at a time, until she was next to him. She placed a hand on his and gently shook him awake. He rose up, shaking his head a bit energetically and sat dazed for a second. Then he hung his head. "I'm going senile..." he muttered quietly, but both Pride and Lust laughed at the expense of their father. He straightened his back, drew in a deep breath, and stood up. "How about the Wizarding World, Pride? Any other news from them other than the Death Eaters?" he asked.

"None. But as you asked, I have been watching Harry Potter. He seems to be showing talent for magic, but it is still immature."

"I see. Well then, continue to keep an eye out for him. Lust, you can inform the others that I have nothing for them and that they may, if they wish, to play. But please remind them to stay aware of their own activities," he said as he slowly walked away from the throne. Lust and Pride both felt their eyes widen.

"F-Father, what are you doing?" Lust shouted after him as he began to disappear into the shadows near the edge of the chamber.

"I'm walking. What else?" Ichigo replied with a subtle tremor. They frowned, and Pride, being the shadow of everything and everyone, noticed the trembling hands.

With those trembling hands, Ichigo opened a door that led to seemingly another darkness.

'The Curse of Abaddon still hurts him...' Pride thought painfully.

"Good night..." Ichigo said as he closed the door.

"It's morning..." Lust replied quietly.

The door opened and Ichigo poked his head out. "Fine then. Good morning!" With that, he slammed the door shut.

Pride chuckled. "I can't believe our father still has the teenager's vigor."

"I hope you won't mistake that for lack of power and wisdom," Lust said.

Pride narrowed his eye. "Oh no. I'm not that stupid."

"... At least with most of the Death Eaters either imprisoned, quiet, or dead, father will be able to spend some time for himself," Pride muttered quietly.

Lust nodded.

AoL

4 years later... 1994 AD

Harry Potter sat down quiet groomily on the train, flanked by Ron and Heromine, and two hooded strangers across.

"This is ridiculous! You were protecting yourself!" Ron complained.

"Nothing I can do about," Harry muttered under his breath. "I'll just have to watch my head for a while."

While Harry and his gang continued to talk, Ichigo -dressed as one of the hooded strangers- sat quietly and listened carefully to Harry's discussions. But while he listened, he kept his "eye" -aka Pride- on the Dementors that were flying about. 'They are not supposed to be here,' he thought as they began to slowly approached the speeding train. 'What are they up to?'

'Kill Harry Potter...!'

The ugly voice of Voldemort hissed/suggested the Dementors.

'Ur... Hurry Whu?'

'Harry POTTER...!'

'Uhhrr... Hurry Putter..?'

'Yeeessssss... Kill Harry-'

'Cuddle Hurry Putter...?'

'NO! Kill-!'

'Oh, Kill!'

'YEESSS-!'

'Go Kiss Hurry Putter. Got it.'

'No, you idiot!'

Voldemort temporarily went beyond the light and came back.

'Kill. Harry. Potter.'

'Okay.'

'What was the order?'

'Kill. Harry. Potter.'

'Goooddds... Now, go kill.'

Harry shivered as an unknown feeling indescribable run down his spine. He straightened his back quietly.

Everyone was sleeping around him, save the long black haired, hooded stranger, who sat across from him.

"Excuse me, mister?"

The man looked up, but his face was covered by a mask with only two slits for the eyes. Harry felt a sudden chill, one that rivaled the previous unknown feeling in quality. "Yes?" But at least the person's voice was normal.

"Are you a new teacher?" Harry asked. "You don't seem like a student. Your voice says so, but on the other hand, if you are not a student, then you would not be riding this train."

The man chuckled. "Indeed. I am one of the two new Dark Arts teachers that will be in Hogwarts from today," he said, but his content seemed to stir the rest of the cabin's inhabitants awake. "Keep it a secret," he whispered before he stood up and walked out of the door. "Good day."

Harry watched the masked stranger leave the cabin. 'One of the two new DA teachers, huh? I wonder who the other person is...'

He began to drift asleep once more, unlike the rest of the cabin members, and he would have fallen asleep had it not been for sudden halt of the entire train.

"What the hell!"

"Uh, guys?" Ron whimpered.

"What?" Heromine retorted.

"I see things moving out there."

"...We're on top of a brigde, Ron. There can't be things moving out there in the air without brooms."

"But... Wait..." he said as he slightly backed away from the window as the window began to rapidly grow ice on ts surface.

Soon the air began to cool rapidly as well, and the cabin inhabitant's breaths looked like smoke.

Ichigo groaned as he slammed into one of the doors when the train came to a sudden halt.

'Fucking Dementors!' he hissed as he broke into one of the cabins, inciting screams and questions. He ignored them all and headed straight for the windows. He shut them tight before heading out. It was in the train's hallway that he saw the dementors breaking in through the open doors.

Ichigo quickly took out a blade. It looked more like a twisted sacrificial blade with wavy bladed version of his Tensa Zangetsu but different altogether, for it was very small dagger with Tensa's signature chain stretching out from its butt and around Ichigo's arm. Of course it was not Tensa Zangetsu, but it was a sword that was forged with Tensa Zangetsu's model in mind... And twisted because of Pride's little trick.

"Infernum Ventilabis!" he shouted and the blade glowed black, and fired black versions of itself like a pistol. Its magic bullet flew and hit one of the Dementor's head straight on, and as soon as it was hit, the Dementor was lit on a black fire. Students and other passengers alike began to scream and back away from the door and Dementors and Ichigo began to make themselves a full-out battle. The train rocked heavily as one of the first struck Dementors fell on the train's hallway floors and decayed away like burning paper in manner of seconds. Despite the death of supposedly immortal brethren, other Dementors charged towards Ichigo.

Then he saw one of the Dementors enter the cabin where Harry was, and his eyes widened. 'Ah fuck!' he hissed mentally as he fired more of his Infernums at the Dementors.

Some of the Dementors dodged, and the magic flew out and dissipated before it hit anything else.

Harry and his friends backed away as much as possible from the door as one of the Dementors opened the door.

The Dementor came in, and went straight for Harry.

Then it began to suck out Harry's good emotions.

Harry watched it with a half-unconscious mind and eyes as he felt his consciousness slipping away. He didn't understand what this creature was doing to him, nor did he have enough strength to stop it.

It was then that Lupin jumped out of his cloak and used a Patronus Charm.

The Dementor whizzed as he backed away from Harry. It tried to attack Lupin, but the charm held, and it was soon pushed out of the cabin just as Harry fell unconscious. "Harry!"

Ichigo grinned when he saw the Patronus Charm, but he had left his back open and a Dementor came in for a BITE.

And it took a BITE.

Ichigo hissed as he pushed it away with his sword, and once he had it clear of him, he used Infernum to burn the Dementor.

Then he felt the train start moving again.

"...I'm too old for this," he muttered as he the bite wound began to quickly heal with few red electrical cracks.

Harry woke up few hours later when the train reached the station. "Do you remeber anything Harry?" Heromine asked.

"..I thought I heard a woman screaming."

"...There was no woman screaming, Harry," Ron replied. Harry took a look at his friends and then to his savior.

Lupin gave him a warm smile and a chocolate. "Eat it. It'll help you feel better," he said as he left the train cabin. "Good day..."

Harry sat confused, but he peeled the chocolate and ate it like a slightly nervous squirrel.

Ichigo came back -his mask still in place- and took his luggage from the top shelf. It was a simple black suitcase. "Come on. No time to dwadle here. Not unless you want to be on the train when it goes back to the human world and Dementors ambush your ass."

Harry was the first to jump out of the cabin and dashed out of the train. "Come on!" he said.

Ron and Heromine watched in a daze. "Is it that horrible to be sucked on?"

Ichigo sighed. "You'll want to throw up badly afterwards."

"Oh..." Ron muttered as he watched Ichigo -and all six foot two inches of him- walk pass the two. "Wait mister, who are you?"

"Your Advanced DA teach."

AoL

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