Thank you reviewers.

Note: In my story, Pride cannot attack with shadows -it can only see and hear- if the main body -Salim- is not there to coordinate the attack. In my story, all homunculi are not really strong. If I did make them strong, it would destroy the balance of power.

FMA and HP will be the big emphasis of the story I believe, and Blue Exorcist will be as well once they are fully introduced into the story.

Most likely, I'll have the Ichigo + Homunculi vs. True Cross Order + Majority of Blue Exorcists vs. HP vs. Voldemort's Army

I take pairing requests as long as they are not yaoi/yuri. Sorry, too straight to write them and don't feel attracted to any kind of interaction there.

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Chapter 3: First Day

The Hall was packed once more with everyone from First Years to the fifth years with all the different teachers and staffs of Hogwarts. It was the Welcoming Feast and the Sorting Ceremony.

Ichigo sat not too far from where Dumbledore sat but they exchanged glanced with each other often to "communicate" some of the things that they were planning, especially for Harry and his circle of friends. It was by a magic known as the "Eye Talk." It allowed two people, and only two, to exchange short messages no more than 20 words total with each other. Perfect for girls and boys in love but it served other purposes as well. Like how Ichigo and Dumbledore were using to discuss the specifics of the Advanced Dark Arts students, aka ADA.

'I'm sure you are aware, Ichigo, that they are kids,' Dumbledore said with a rather fatherly tone.

'I'm sure you are aware, Dumbledore, that Death does not distinguish child from an adult,' Ichigo replied. Then he quickly followed it with 'At least except me.'

'But you intend to risk the students to high level Dark Arts.'

'Of course I do.'

'...Are you thinking about Forbidden ones?'

'Well-'

'Don't.'

'...Fine, but may I introduce more advanced defense magic against dark arts?'

'Well, it's your return to Hogwarts as the Defense against Dark Arts teacher. It's your call on that. But otherwise, enjoy the feast.'

With that they severed the connection between them and smiled, though no one saw Ichigo's smile behind the mask he wore.

Dumbledore slowly rose up. "Students, if you please..." he began with his husky voice, and the noisy hall fell into a pregnant silence.

"First of all, I welcome you to Hogwarts, school for Magic."

There was a quite cheer that Dumbledore appreciated.

"Second of all, I would like to announce that we have two new teachers. First is Professor Lupin," he said and turned to the said werewolf. The man rose up and gave a slight bow. "Second professor is Ichigo Black, Dark Lord of the Order of Dying Wish."

Suddenly there were mummurs between all students and staffs alike. No wonder, Dumbledore thought. It was only expected. For one, being a Dark Lord was certainly not someone that one could easily approach and recent adventures of Lord Voldemort only few decades ago have left a sharp turn from Dark Arts. But what was truly shocking to everyone was the appearance of Order of Dying Wish.

The Order of Dying Wish was an ancient but open order. Its members tempered with the very properties of life and magic, and throughout history, it had caused many collisions between the mortal and wizarding world, mainly because one vital substance for many of its experiment required human. The Order and its members were at one point barred from the entire world, but they carried out their experiments anyway. As of late, however, they have been readmitted to the wizarding society, for they underwent many reforms lately. Of course no one knew that the one responsible for those changes was the very DA teacher in the Hall.

"Professor Lupin and he will be professors in charge of Standard Dark Arts class and Advanced Dark Arts class, respectively. The Advanced Dark Arts will be a new class for those who have shown themselves to be explicitly advanced in any of their classes. But beware, broken limbs will be a common occurence for Dark Lord Black does not tolerate weak students. Of course first years are not allowed at all to be in the ADA

"But aside from that there is nothing else to be said. Let the Sorting Ceremony commence."

"Excuse me?"

Ichigo had been about to head to his room during the Welcoming Feast when he was approached by few fifth year students in the middle of the Hall, and who began to bombard him with questions. He slowed them down and had been taking questions. He tried his best to answer them, without giving too much away, of course.

But then one of the fifth years asked him to show what kind of Defenses that he, Ichigo, can into this school that is actually effective.

Of course, Ichigo asked again with a polite 'excuse me.'

"All Dark Arts teachers have either defected, suffered a weird tragedy, or killed so far, sir. I would like to know how you are better than them."

Ichigo smirked behind his mask.

"Cocky brat, aren't you?"

The fifth year stood still.

"Sorry. But I won't. It just seems to be too much for a new professor," he replied. "I'm sorry. I won't be doing it. But you will see it soon. After all, you are a fifth-year, no?" With that, he walked away.

Dumbledore watched him leave.

"Just who is he, Professor?" McGonagall asked quietly, but most of the staffs sitting right and left of Dumbledore heard her anyway.

"Do you want the truth?" Dumbledore asked with a frankness that made others a bit nervous.

"Yes, we do."

"Nicholas Flammel is not the oldest man alive. That man is."

Harry sat quietly during the Welcoming Feast. Something about this new teacher did not seem right. Aside from the fact that it was a DARK LORD...

It was as if -

"Harry!"

The said teenager shook awake and turned to Ron.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I-I was just wondering about the new professor..."

"We all are," Hermione said as she opened one of the new books, assigned to only few of the students. "But this textbook that he brought with him is incredible. Everything is so detailed and thoroughly researched. Look here, it even has information about Dementors that even the ministry doesn't know!"

"You would know that..." Ron muttered.

"... What's the supposed to mean?"

Ron looked flustered. One bad word and half of this year might not be good.

"U-Umm... I -" he turned to Harry, who looked away. "I mean that you are very ... samrt. So you would ... know stuff ... yeah! You would know stuff we don't know!"

Hermione glared daggers into his eyes and felt cold sweat break out.

"Well, whatever," Heromine said as she turned her attention back to the textbook.

"Hermione, what is the textbook called again?" Harry asked.

Hermione turned to the cover.

"'Familiarizing oneself with Dark Arts' by Professor Ichigo Black."

Fred and George came up to Hermione, snatched the book out of her hands, read the cover and put it back into her hands within two seconds.

"Well, if it sounds legit-" Fred said.

"-it is legit," George finished.

Hermione glared at them before she left the halls.

"What's with her?"

"Well, the Dementor attack kind of scared her to death and since then, she's been a bit edgy," Ron replied.

"I nearly died, Ron," Harry added quietly.

"Oh, sorry..."

Ichigo sat quietly in his office.

"Pride..."

A single eye opened behind him within his shadow.

"Yes, father?"

"How is Envy dealing with the True Cross Order?" he asked, remembering that he had sent the ill-tempered boy (only 67 years old) to Japan.

"He has convinced them that he is neither an ally of Satan nor a demon of sort. However, they have classified him as an 'Unidentified' being," Pride report on his younger brother.

"What else?"

"Someone is trying to score with Lust."

Ichigo didn't move. Pride didn't say anything more until Ichigo laughed out loud.

"I highly doubt -"

"He was successful."

The glass of the desk cracked under pressure of Ichigo's hand.

"She told him that she would see him again tomorrow."

"...Who is the bastard flirting with my daughter?"

Lust felt a chill run up her spine and she looked about.

"...You do know that Father knows about this, right?"

Lust looked to her own shadow and grimaced. "You told him, Pride?"

"Have to."

"...What did you tell him?"

"I just told him that you met a guy, he flirted with you, and you promised that they would see again."

Lust slapped herself.

"So, who is he?"

"... He's a practitioner of an ancient alchemy. Met him in the Ministry."

"Huh. What was he like?" Pride asked as Lust began to slowly move forward.

"Well, he was quite but he held this strong aura. His eyes were hard, but if you stare deep enough, you can see the gentle waves behind it," she said drearily. "But he has this tough look that I just couldn't ignore."

"Hmm, I thought different."

"About?"

"How woman choose their spouse."

Lust glared at him from the corner of her eyes. "Hey, to a girl like me, position means nothing," she said. Pride (3800 years old roughly) "scoffed" at Lust (3799 years old roughly). "What?"

"How are you going to keep him alive?"

Lust looked a bit sad. "I can't. And you know that. Of course, father can always make him immortal, or at least semi-immortal, but that's if we end up staying together," she said.

Pride chuckled. "What's his name?"

"Scar."

Pride's single eye widened and its pupils dilated. "Scar? As in the Scar that fought against father?"

Suddenly Lust paled as well. "O-Oh god..."

Lust quickly turned around and sure enough, she saw him, hiding in the shadows.

"So that was your relationship with this monster..." Scar said as he looked at Pride. He slowly stepped out of the shadow and looked straight at Lust. "What are you?"

Lust sighed. "I thought I finally found a good man after all these years," she said with a bit of exasperation. She closed her eyes and then when she snapped them back open, there was a determination to kill. "I'm the same as the 'monster' you called my older brother. Now who are you?"

"I am one of the Knights of Purity."

Lust cringed. Knights of Purity were those who were aware of her father's existence as a cursed immortal. They were an ignorant and arrogant bunch; they always claimed to fight for the Light to rid Earth of all evils. Wizards and witches were classified as those of neutrality, but homunculi like Lust and Pride were marked as enemies.

Lust extended her fingers. "I guess you're here to fight."

Scar shook his head. "From what I heard the conversation, it does not seem like you and your brother are not ... what I believed the Dark to be. In fact, I want to learn more about you and your father."

Lust slowly retracted her Ultimate Lance and looked wide-eyed at Scar. 'This guy...' she thought as she straightened herself.

"I may be one of the Knights, but I am not a barbarian who would simple kill what I was told to kill..." he said as he stepped out of the shadow. He slowly extended one hand.

Lust hesitantly took it.

First DADA Class of the year...

Ichigo stood quietly at the head of the classroom as students began to filter in one by one. Most of them were seventh year students who had already accelerated beyond the usual Defense of Dark Arts, but there were pockets of younger years here and there.

"Welcome class," he began.

"Hello teacher."

"Today is September 1, 1993, eight o' clock in the morning with heavy clouds in the afternoon. No chance of rain through today, but seems like there might be tomorrow," he said. "So how are you guys?"

There were shrugs here and there. Of course no one wanted to be here. It is a class after all, and they are, after all, students.

Ichigo grinned. "Today will be general introduction of the class, its contents, and my syllabus."

He then flicked his finger at the stack of green papers on his desk and by the packet, they flew towards each of the students and landed with a soft flap in front of them.

"I don't expect parent signature, but I do expect you to read the entire damn thing and sign it. This class is not a joke, and never will be a joke. It is highly encouraged that you are fully awake and prepared for any kind of attacks on your body which will most liekly be meant for harm. From time to time, you will be faced with deadly spells that you may or may not know. You will come across deadly creatures and I will not be there to help you. Treat this as a small adventure into a real battlefield. If you do, you might just pass. Oh and by the way, I only give A's or B's just to make sure that you don't have to worry about grades."

There was a sigh in the class.

"That does not go to those who slack around and use their friends as shields."

There were chuckles.

Harry raised his hand.

Ichigo pointed at him. "Yes, Potter."

"When will be assigned homeworks?"

"Never."

The students stirred.

"This class is purely based on spars between students. Finals will be spars. Please that note of that. And by the way, you twin Weasleys..."

"Yes sir!" they said.

"Don't mess around in here. It won't be funny."

'Damn, I am talking a lot!' Ichigo thought.

"Anyways, the first thing is first. Open your syllabus packets."

Ichigo watched them leave his class. When the last of them left, he used his fingers to casta magic to shut the doors to his class and turned around.

"So, Ms. Granger. What exactly are you doing with a time-turner?"