Chapter 4: Trouble with the Dementors, again.

In this chapter, Sansha (Wrath of 2003 anime) and Wrath (2009 anime, or the original manga) will be introduced.

Readers: this is FMA-heavy story for the first few chapters.

Readers: I know the last chapter was bad... Forgive me. But I needed a sort of transition.

A small kid with prosthetic metal arm and leg and a tall man with two sets of dual swords walked right into True Cross Order's front gate.

And it took no less than perhaps twenty seconds for the entire able-bodied exorcists to come to greet them at gun and sword point.

The two Wraths -both a quarter of Ichigo's original Wrath- sighed. "Oi, do you think they'll last long if I go full out?"

The older of the two looked down.

"Oi, Bradley, say something will ya?"

"Sansha Curtis, you will not attack these exorcists randomly just because they pointed a gun or two at us," Bradley said.

Sansha shrugged as he shook his greenish black mane. Sansha was as brave as he was young.

"So? I'll just take a few lashes to the thighs."

Bradley sighed.

"Who are you?" one of them who seemed to be the leader of the exorcist asked.

The two turned to look at the man.

"Is that him?" Sansha asked.

Bradley quickly lifted his eye patch and put it down, too quick for anyone to see what was underneath it.

"It is."

Father Fujimoto, True Cross Order's strongest and the only Paladin in the area, quickly took out his weapon of choice from the bag he had over his shoulder, a machine gun made specifically to fit his needs.

"Who are you?" Fujimoto asked.

"...We are. I assume that you met Envy?"

"Envy? You mean the brat who claims that he speaks for some random guy?"

"That random guy is our father, asshole," Sansha growled.

"...What is it that you want?"

"Father requested that we, the Wrath of Immortal, inspect you, the only human being strong enough, mentally and physically, to withstand Dark Arts and Gehenna's influence," Bradley said politely and concisively.

"...How?"

"We already did."

"You mean the flicker with that eyepatch of yours?"

Sansha grinned. "You're quick."

Fujimoto lowered his machine gun. "Then why don't you leave already?"

"Naw. We're also here to pick up Envy."

Back in Hogwarts...

Hermoine never liked sneaking around. It was dishonest, unruly, and sometimes, dangerous. However, her connection with Ron and Harry always drove her into trouble. At first it was the Sorcerer's Stone and then the Chamber of Secrets. She can't deny the feeling that they give her; the rush of adrenaline and priceless adventures were just too good to deny. But her own sneaking involved studying. Of course, this had some issues. First, her sneaking involved the time turner, a powerful artifact capable to turning time backward for the one who wears it around his or her neck. Second, being caught by the past-self of Professor Black was probably the worst thing she could get herself into.

"So, what are you doing with a time-turner, Hermoine?" he asked her.

She slowly stepped out from her hiding spot and gave Professor a deep bow.

"I-I was just trying to learn more, but my hand slipped and the time turner brought me here, just when your class ended.

"Oh, is that so?" Ichigo muttered. He had hoped that she'd come to tell him something important, but it obviously wasn't. But on the other hand, using time turner to study wasn't such a bad idea too. "Then go along, Ms. Granger. There's nothing for you here."

She fidgetted and didn't leave, much to Ichigo's irk.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Umm... My past-self is right outside the door," she said before hiding herself back just as the door opened on the other side.

Ichigo turned around and raised an eyebrow -still behind the mask- as he watched three children stumble upon each other entering his room.

"What is it that you want?" he asked with a tone of exasperation that he had meant to put in.

Ron was the first to get up. "We - Uh ... well..."

"We would like your help, sir," Hermoine began.

Ichigo sat down and gestured for them to come to front of the class and explain. "Explain."

Once they were gone, future Hermoine walked out and let out a sigh of relief.

"I thought I was a goner when Harry walked by..." she said.

"Shouldn't you know what happened? You were just here."

She glared at him. "I was explaining as you had instructed me, sir."

He nodded. "Granted. At any rate, I doubt anyone is around my classroom at this time. So shoo along. And don't get caught."

She nodded, gave a small bow, and left the classroom. He scoffed at her antics, which reminded him of his own when he had invaded Las Noches in a different reality. "Better start working again," he sighed before grabbing a pen, casting a spell, and began on his new textbook, Curses for Beginners.

Ichigo groaned as he felt another wave of pain, which was no doubt caused by the First Curse.

"Dammit..." he hissed angrily and unleashed enough reiatsu- though in this world, it had been converted to raw power that was different from reiatsu- to make himself glow with black light.

This occurred in the middle of the staff meeting after the staffs of Hogwarts as well as the students were notified of Sirius Black's escape.

The teachers shot out of their seats, except Dumbledore, and drew out their wands.

"W-What is happening?" McGonagall asked in a hurry.

"Nothing ... Just a *ACCK!* curse ... acting up again..."

Dumbledore sat silently. "This must be a powerful curse."

Ichigo smirked as the mask on his face began to disintegrate, unable to withstand the high levels of raw power that he was emitting. Tips of his clothes were also disintegrating, drying away before falling off like brown leaf scraps.

The teachers watched in anticipation -of wanting to see what was behind that mask- but were met by a horror.

All students of magic learns of curses, whether it is my nature, people, or magic. Old teachers, like McGonagall, often saw curses inflicted upon other persons.

But what they saw horrified them.

Ichigo was covered with extensive tattoos of simple elegant design like the extensive blood veins but with words noone could interpret. But to the staffs present, it felt as if this man was dangerous the moment his mask came off. It was like a suffocating presence that grabbed their throat for a second, before whispering curses into their ears and left them alone.

Ichigo watched them with nonchalant expression.

"W-What are those?" Flitwich asked.

"Curses. Or the visual part of them," he replied quietly but loud enough for everyone to hear.

"What kind of curses?"

"Curses of Angels," he replied with a sad devilish smile that froze the heart of the sun. Cold sweat broke out amongst the teachers and they could not help but notice that it was as if the curse markings were staring at them, like how a lion stares at a helpless gazelle before the final bite to the throat. "Ones given to me for my ... mistakes."

"Mistakes?" Dumbledore asked. Despite being in close relationship with Ichigo, the headmaster only knew three or four times the quantity of what the other teachers knew about Ichigo, which was -in numerical terms- less than 100 facts.

Ichigo glared daggers at Dumbledore. "Don't try to prob me."

"I will not," Dumbledore reassured him after a while.

Ichigo smiled, still sad and filled with suffering. "Good. Let's continue this meeting shall we?" he said, gesturing for the teachers to sit down.

Behind their shadows, Pride watched his father deal with the mortals.

"I seriously do not understand why Father puts up with the mortals to watch over Harry Potter. The kid is not even strong enough to play with any of us!"

Envy, Pride, Greed, Sloth, Gluttony, and Lust looked at Sansha, the youngest and the most hot-headed of the Seven Half-Sins.

Pride answered it for the rest of the older siblings.

"Father is a quiet man, Sansha. He always has been," he said as a young boy came out from the shadows. This was Salim, the guardian of the Immortal's Layer. "He does not want to make a huge impact in the history of the world."

"But he slept with Cleo," Lust replied.

"And dualed with Napolean," Greed muttered.

"And gave me Hitler to eat..." Gluttony muttered.

Pride comic-sweated. "You know what I mean. Besides, no one is going to find out that the body of Hitler they found in the underground cellar was a fake one. Especially after all these years!"

Few months have passed since his incident at the staff meeting. Thankfully all of the staffs have been quiet about it. Dumbledore was still persistent about learning more about Ichigo, which was actually pain in the ass for the much older man. Today was different though. Dumbledore had asked him to watch over Harry and his friends, for he feared that Sirius was near and Harry was sure to go after him.

Whatever the reason.

You expect me to defend the twerp?

Of course. He is one of your students, no? Or should I say a candidate-

Of course he is. He's pretty strong. But him being a student does not exempt him from danger.

...Black...

What?

I know that you wish to not interfere with the flow of time, for you have told me that you yourself is not of this time.

So?

Harry will help you shape the world, with or without you, towards the way that you want this world to become. I'm only asking that you help him so that he has less hardship.

...Fine. But I want something in compensation.

I was expecting the Immortal to be benevolent...

Shut up, Ichigo said playfully.

And Dumbledore had been right. The idiot of a wizard went after Sirius.

They were now beneath the tree, but he didn't mind. He knew that Harry, his gang, and the teachers would come out just fine.

Unfortunately, he didn't expect the full moon tonight, and just as Lupin saw the moon and freeze, Ichigo knew there would be trouble.

"Get back here, Potter!" Snape shouted as Harry ran after Sirius and Werewolf Lupin.

'Dammit, dammit, dammit!' Harry thought as he ran as fast as his trembling legs could muster. 'I am not letting Sirius die here!'

Then he came to a halt, as he watched Lupin lift Sirius high up into the air and smash him against the rock.

Harry, somewhat shocked by all of the following, stared at the ground for something to throw instead of using his wand. He found a rock, and he threw it at Lupin.

The jagged rock flew, spinning multiple times in midair by Harry's unstable throw, and struck Lupin's temple.

The angry werewolf turned to Harry and roared.

While all this happened, Ichigo watched from a far distance, wanting to interfere but at the same time, wanting to watch the episode unfold without his intervention. That had been his move so far, but when Lupin began to approach Harry with his claws raised, that was out of the line.

He pulled out his dagger out and pointed it at Lupin. "Stupefy!" he mutered.

A bright black light shot forth from Ichigo's dagger and struck Lupin squarely in the chest, the werewolf was not shot backward, as most humans would have, but instead it just merely flinched before it settled back down and fell unconscious.

Ichigo withdrew the dagger and decided to appear before the group.

Harry ran after Sirius, who was limpingh is way over to the lake for no reason. Perhaps his vision or sense of direction had been distorted.

But nevertheless, the thought did neither to hinder nor help Harry in his running. Only his feet did.

He made it to Sirius's side and he frantically began to check for pulses, warmth and the breathing. "Sirius!" he shouted multiple times, but he stopped when he saw the lake water begin to freeze. And then with a loud thud, the lake completely froze over. Suddenly, Siriu's's eyes opened, and he began to scream.

Harry looked up, and there he saw scores of Dementors coming down upon him and Sirius.

One began to dive down for a bite.

"Bloody hell..." he muttered.

He drew out his wand to cast a Patronus Charm, but not before the first had managed to suck some happiness out of Sirius.

"Expecto -"

His vision suddenly darkened as a gloved hand covered his eyes.

"W-wha-"

"It's me, Harry."

Harry swatted the hand away and saw Professor Black... without his usual mask. In the place of the slit-eyed mask, this mask had teeth and two red strips.

And he saw a very, very scary looking eye.

Black sclera.

And gold iris.

"Stay down and close your eyes, Harry. This ..." he muttered as he looked at the hesitating Dementors. "Will not be a happy scene. Especially for those with weak stomach."