Chapter 5: New Fight

Still taking pair requests... (No one gave me one yet XD)

Harry gawked at the terrifying look that his teacher was giving off with that mask of his. It had teeth that looked like a demon's, or as close to what one would call a set of demon's teeth, with their sharp but rough-looking edges. The red strips on it remained him of tears.

And it seemed to Harry that the Dementors were equally scared and surprised by the sudden appearance of the professor.

"You should not be here, Dementors..."

Harry felt a cold shiver run up and down his fragile spine.

"You are all attacking my student. My home..."

The voice was so distorted that it resembled nothing like the original.

"Close your eyes, Harry," Ichigo said one last time before he pulled out his dagger and then a very long black katana.

Harry did so, more out of reflex than compliance.

Ichigo then roared like a beast, and his call for blood was heard four miles out.

Harry flinched when he heard the dying whine of the Dementors. It was like horse's shriek, piercing through the skull of all those who hear it. He couldn't stand that high-pitch of it.

There was fire somewhere around him. It burned one of the Dementors.

And he felt like grabbing his head and banging it against the wall to distract him from the shrieks.

Then he felt one of them brush by him...

And he heard the shriek so close to him, followed by a splatter of something ... cold.

Harry's eyes opened when the shrieks and the whines died off.

For a moment, he refused to believe what he was looking at.

There were Dementors lying on the ground and floating in the water. There were bloods splattered all over him and Sirius. There were mutilated body parts of the ghasts.

His hands began to shake on their own, despite their owner's want to keep them completely still.

"P-Professor?" he called to the man who stood in the middle of the pond with the black water up to his knees. He was covered in blood as well. Black blood of the evil creatures that he slew. Despite Harry's contempt for the creatures, he suddenly felt sorry for the dead beings. As far as he could tell, they were so weak against him. So weak against the blades that tore that apart... Then he saw the blood and the clothes around the teeth of the mask, and it was then that Harry realized something else.

The Professor didn't just kill the Dementors; the professor had eaten some of them.

"Professor?" he called out even more nervously than before. "W-What did you do?"

The man turned to him and Harry felt like pissing in his pants.

The mask was representative of Death himself. It carried such intimidation, such power, that it was impossible for Harry to move. And the blood and the tears only made it worse for Harry.

"I got rid of the last of the Dementors. I never ... liked the bunch."

Harry gulped. That was ... violent.

Then Ichigo sighed and walked out of the water. "Well, let's take Sirius back, shall we?"

Immediately, Harry grew pale and tried to speak something in Sirius's defense, only to receive a chuckle from Sirius and a full out laughter.

"Oh, uncle... Thank you again," Sirius mumbled, having woke up only few moments ago. "Let me guess, you're here to make sure your investment stays ... healthy."

Ichigo grinned -Harry knew he was just grinning- before he bowed to laying Sirius before he straightened his back and coughing a bit into his fisted hand. "Of course. You are both my investments... to keep this world a better place. Of course, I am not convinced that it is there yet. After all, I have not invested enough into the world," he replied.

Ichigo chuckled again before he picked up Sirius and Harry, who tried to get Ichigo to put him down. But the arm that held him was made out of iron.

"Hold on," Sirius whispered to Harry, who looked at his godfather with confused eyes.

"Ascendio!" Ichigo laughed and he shot up like a rocket into the night sky.

Harry almost puked, had he not grabbed his mouth and kept it shut. His eyes flew open, despite the heavy current of air batting against him, as he realized that with one single spell, or a burst of it, was sending him, Professor Black, and Sirius literally into the sky. Like thousands of feet into sky.

"T-This is crazy~!"

Harry couldn't exactly remember what happened afterward.

When he found himself on solid ground once more, he was laying down on the green grass lit up by the sun's bright and warming rays, surrounded by friends and family -if you can call Sirius family; he's more like an uncle.

Anyway, the entire school was around them now, asking questions and watching with multiple emotions.

"Bloody hell, Harry. Whose Ascendio was that?"

Harry blinked at Ron's question but managed to point at Professor Black who was scolding Sirius, like how an exasperated but calm father would to his son.

"Do you know how much asset I wasted?" Ichigo began, much to Harry's surprise. "You better be thankful that the Ministry managed to keep you safe in Azkaban, and you know that the prison was for your own good! Why the hell did you break out?"

"...I was tired of all the smelly and rotten-"

"Oh and that gives you the authority to break out of there?"

Sirius shook his head nervously. "Sorry..." he replied on his knees. He had been on his knees the whole time, but it looked worse now.

Ichigo sighed. "Get up. We still have things to accomplish before I pull you out of Azkaban-."

"You mean he was in there even though the Ministry knew that he was innocent!" Hermoine asked.

Ichigo turned around and nodded. "I'm the one who put him in there. For his own good."

Sirius grumbled but a quick glare from Ichigo shut him up. "Stop acting so spoiled just because I'm here."

"Fine..." Then Sirius straightened his back.

"Do you still have the philosopher's stone I gave you?" Sirius nodded. "Give."

Sirius stuck his tongue out and popped out a red shard. It gleamed like ruby under the sunlight, but to all wizards, they saw a black aura that surrounded the stone. Ichigo took it, wiped it, and shoved it into his pocket. "Pride will take you to our new hideout," Ichigo said.

"Who's Pride?" Snape asked calmly.

Ichigo glanced at Snape before a huge eye opened up beneath everyone. Girls and guys alike screamed as they scampered off of it, but no visible damage was done to it when people stepped on it. "Yes, father?"

"Show Sirius to our new hideout."

"Yes, father..." Then Sirius began to sink into the shadow cast by his own body, but several of the teachers drew out their wands to stop Sirius from slipping through their grasps. Ichigo noticed their action -it was obvious to everyone- so he stopped the teleport.

"What are you doing?" he hissed with much venom he could muster. All of the staffs who rose to resist flinched when they heard his distorted voice. It was then that Ichigo realized that his mask was scaring everyone.

Of course they would be scared. Hollows, as far as I could remember always scared people with their hideous looks. My mask is no different. But why did it suddenly come out like that? I still had my other mask, the one that I usually wear. Or at least, its clone... Did my anger over the entire episode change it into its current form? Perhaps. But improbable...

The train of thought stopped when Dumbledore pushed his way through the crowd and came up to Ichigo, ignoring the eye beneath him.

"Professor ... Black. I must ask where you are taking Sirius Black."

"First to my hideout," Ichigo replied. "Then to the ministry to get the fake charges on him cleared." As he spoke, his mask began to disintegrate to its original, bland two-slit mask. The change made many of the students uncomfortable as well as the staff. It was a reaction he was used to. After all, he had lived four thousand years and during that time a lot of people had shown him different reactions to things he can do.

Dumbledore looked at him in the eyes. "Is there any way that I can be certain of that?"

Ichigo grinned as he held up a rat he caught not too long ago.

"Scabbers!" Ron cried but held himself back. "OOh, I mean Wormtail..."

"Wormtail?" Dumbledore asked, a bit surprised to hear the name.

Ichigo pointed his dagger to the rat and whispered. "Better get out of that form... Or I'll slit your belly..."

Immediately, the rat began to change and Ichigo now held a fully grown man.

"I suggest that you tell the student body to leave the area, Professor," Harry said.

Professor McGonagall nodded. "Students, back to the castle..." she ordered as she ushered them away, even as they murmured away rumors.

Ichigo hadn't considered how the rumors would affect him and his family but he did now, and he wanted to smash his head. The Curse of Immortality was all good and whatnot, but it had a significant side effect: it neatly froze aging of a person, and that person no longer grew from that point on. The hormone levels from his teenage/hollow hood remained same, and they were responsible for many actions that Ichigo still regretted.

Like how he made the Black family...

And now, he had made his presence -the presence he worked so hard to constantly keep under- known.

Four thousand years of work.

Gone.

"AARRGGHH!" he growled before he smashed his face into the ground.

Everyone still remaining reeled a bit from the pressure impact.

He raised his head out of the ground and sighed.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid..." he began to murmur away.

The school year was over.

Most of the students went home, but there were those who remained behind.

Like the staffs.

Actually, only McGonagall, Dumbledore, and Snape remained to talk excessively with Ichigo on new forms of magic that can be introduced to their society.

Ichigo introduced few of them, from the True Cross Order, and the headmaster had been ... eccentric about it.

Dumbledore, despite his age, was a very active man. He may seem grandfatherly and act grandfatherly but he was, underneath all the wrinkles and the knowledge of a century, a very honest boy who wanted to know more. Of course, the new form of magic had been enough to occupy him for another month or so.

"-Isn't enough for this new brewing, Hagrid. Would you go and buy me some more?" Dumbledore said as he handed the big man a very long list of items to buy. "Everything will be on me, of course."

"Of course," Hagrid muttered quietly. He was shocked at the long list. The parchment upon which they were written upon was as nearly as long as Dumbledore' own beard and wide his Hagrid's own hand. This, of course, meant a long weekend for Hagrid.

The bully man went out of the potion room, passing by a confused Harry, muttering greetings.

Harry and Hermoine walked into the room. "What is it, sir?" she asked Snape and Dumbledore. She was actually dragging Harry with her and Ron had somehow managed to get away, leaving Harry alone to face the academic nightmares.

"Ah, Ms. Granger. I actually invited you here to try some of these new brews," Dumbledore said as he handed Hermoine few parchments of paper copied from a book. "I only have so much hand, even with Snape helping me. Other staffs are .. unwilling, so I was hoping you would -"

"Of course, I would sir!" she said, almost shouted. She held a gleam of curiosity and wonder in her eyes as she looked over the parchments. Harry on the other hand paled as he imagined what kind of errands she would now force him to run.

"Harry-"

Shit.

A lot of things happened since, and all things went smoothly.

A bit too smoothly.

There was no danger, no Death Eaters attempting to kill people.

No nothing.

To Ichigo, who had considerable patience due to his immortality -he learned to wait- it was normal, but it still bugged him. The Tri Wizard Tournament had begun and people from all over the world, most of them wizards of course, were coming to Hogwarts to see this fantastic event. Harry had been, however, nominated to be a fourth candidate, which made "few" eyebrows lift up in confusion. After all, Tri meant three, not four.

Ichigo let things go as they were, ignoring the pleas from both Dumbledore to do something and from Harry, who tried many methods to get Ichigo to do something -'Anything!' he had once shouted- but it was no use.

He could not let himself deterred by those trivial things. He had seen a lot of Tri Wizard Tournament, and this was no different. True, it was the only Tournament with Harry Potter in it as the fourth champion, but it was still trivial.

What had not been trivial to Ichigo was the fact that he was sensing heavy concentration of demons -full-out real demons from hell possessing the bodies of the dead, the sick, and the weak- prowling around the school.

And they all bore the scent of one he had defeated quite some time ago...

-W-

The London Branch of True Cross Order was in a dire situation. Their headquarter was located deep within the city, but underground where normal people would not come across them.

Which, at the moment, proved to be a mistake on the Order's part.

The Order was being sieged from all sides; from North, giant goblins were attacking with their decay, from south the ghouls, from east the hell dogs, and from the west cat-headed men with hooves.

"Shit, we won't be able hold out much longer," the branch leader Carlos Siegmund spoke calmly into the only surviving phoneline, directed directly to the Vatican. "We need reinforcement, and a lot of them."

"Captain!" his secretary shouted as he broke into the room. "The West gate fell!"

Carlos closed his auburn eyes and prayed to God. The prayer was quick but decisive. He went over to his closet and opened it, revealing two custom-made Bushmaster ACRs, gifts from his exorcist cousin in America shipped to him with special permission.

He took them out with some magazines.

"May the Lord protect us..."

Pride appeared out of nowhere right after Ichigo had finished his last class of the day.

"Father, I have a news."

"What is it?"

"The London Branch of True Cross Order is under siege from demons..."

Ichigo flinched. "Isn't Greed nearby?"

"Yes, I've informed him of it, but he refuses to act. He says that he'll fight if and only if you order him to." Then Pride awaited his father's orders.

"...Tell him to help them, but also tell him to not get involved too much," Ichigo replied after a consideration before he went up to his office.

Pride disappeared.

Ichigo sighed and walked into his office. Only to pop back out when he noticed that the demon concentration was steadily rising ... and heading towards Hogwarts.

A figure dressed in black cloak watched the Hogwarts school from the mountain ranges. He had moderately long hair for a man and had a single tear mark on his left cheek (a lot like Ulquiorra). His green eyes scoured the territory surrounding it and they narrowed in satisfaction as he watched his demon minions slowly close up on the school.

He was Vadacruz, a demon under the command of Duke Aim, a very strong demon.

Vadacruz still remembered that day, when the entire demon legion that had come to destroy cities were driven back by a single long, black-haired man. He had suffered such humiliation but he was defeated by his weaker allies. He could not let it go. Never. He had decided long ago that he would kill him, even if Satan himself was to become angry that his target to possess had been destroyed.

Commanding fourteen brigades, he had come to this school, where his demons have reported where the man in question now stayed.

"He is here..." he hissed, but to the demons below, it was like a dynamite going off. "The one who crossed the territory and lived. Kill him!"

Wizards at the gate were caught by surprise as a huge dog-like monster jumped up upon them. They did not even have the chance to draw their wands to defend themselves as their body was ripped apart.

"Destroy this place!" it shouted to its brethren behind it.

But just as it turned back towards the school's stone bridge, he was destroyed like a lump of pig flesh against a artillery fire.

Everyone stopped for a second as Ichigo came forth without his mask, dressed only in plain black shihakusho. Though it was the only one in existence, Ichigo liked how it fit to him like a second skin. Then he glared at them.

"It's him... The Immortal..." one of the demons muttered. "The one who humiliated Our Duke..."

"Let's kill him!" another growled.

Ichigo watched them deliberate and while they planned on killing him, his head only spun in panic. Or semi-panic. 'Shit! All of the students are still here!' he thought as he reached out to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore instantly responded.

'Evacuate the school. We got demons by thousands!' Ichigo mentally shouted, but Dumbledore, through their magic, heard it.

Then he turned his full attention to the demons as all of the students and staffs began to evacuate from the building via secret tunnels.

It was only when no one was watching him that he pulled out Zangetsu.

It was rusted, like the one within his inner world, but it still held a majestic authority in it. Like the authority of a forgotten but ever present protector.

"Getsuga..." he muttered as his hollow mask, complete with the horn, began to form, covering his handsome yet ugly tattooed face and long black hair.

-w-

Okay, that was a longer chapter than usual, no? Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it. I actually had some trouble writing it, but it was worth it.

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