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A/N: Hey ya! This is one of the new poll idea's, I hope you guys like it. It's not long, I know but this is a kind of second draft… And a completely different Idea to the original ^_^
Title: Ironic isn't it?
Category: Crossover Harry Potter and Bleach
Characters: Harry, Draco, Ulquiorra and Ichigo
Summary: How reincarnations can change a lot of things.
Words: 438
It was while I was dying that I realised I'd loved you, and now that I am here looking down, watching you, I wish I'd tried harder, fought a little bit more, so I don't have to see your beautiful grey eyes stained red from mourning my loss. It would only be a few days later that you would join me and wed cry together one more. We both thought fate had had her fun with us until I was ripped away once more, forced into a new life, a new set of rules and a lost memory but fate always said we were her favourites and so you were reborn too, but not as a muggle like me, that would have been too ironic and traumatising to you, someone who prided themselves on their difference to Muggles, no you were different, a shinigami born to a muggle mother (very amusing how you are a half blood this time around and I the pure-blood, kind of), and I, I was to die again and return as something completely different, a nightmare, something empty and tragic in its making. With fuzzy memories we met on the battlefield, in the place I'd called home, you took my arm and I took your heart once again, your life, until that ungrateful trash called you back from the abyss, it should have been me calling you back after all. But of course I'd find myself dying once more, with you standing a few feet away completely clueless as memories assailed us both, reminders of a time we'd done this before, you called wanting me to stay but even as I lifted my hand in your direction I faded like sand scattered on the wind once again lost…
I'd loved you in our first life together, as Harry (me) and Draco (you), and now in the one I had just departed, in the one where I'd finally found you again, as Ulquiorra (me) and Ichigo (you). It amuses me that you'd be cursed with the Weasley hair that you used to scorn so much, but you had the untameable mess that you'd loved of mine, of course I'd once again faded from within your grasp and even in this new place I've found myself I can hear the anguish of your soul, its cries to be with me, to be together. I am so sorry, my heart, I would never leave you if I had a choice, but it seemed fate has other ideas and I'm sure that we will be together once more. For fate has always said we were her favourites.