I'm awesome. I have decided this. Updated before I went to bed = awesomeness.

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Yuzu and Karin were confused when they came home from school and found Ichigo with his things packed. Ichigo only gave them a brief answer, telling them that Isshin would tell them what was happening. He followed Dumbledore outside, anxious to be on his way, he wanted to start as soon as possible. He wanted to learn as much of this new power as he could. He would learn it and master it. He would not be weak. He felt a strange pulling in his stomach when he took the Headmaster's hand and shut his eyes when his surroundings blurred together. He staggered once he could feel ground under his feet but stayed upright, straightening when his head stopped spinning. Dumbledore looked surprised, 'What?" He didn't have time for the old man to stare at him.

"Most people throw up the first time they apparate." He answered quietly.

Ichigo snorted, "They're wimps then. It made me a little dizzy, that's all. I don't see what the big deal is."

Dumbledore gave him an impressed look before leading him into a dingy looking store that the people on the street seemed to be ignoring, or did they not notice it? Must be a wizard thing. All the signs are in English, we must have gone straight here. Nice. Saves me time. It's a good thing I took English in school, I'm just about fluent.

The building was dark and Ichigo paused to let his eyes adjust before following Dumbledore through the tables. It was an inn of sorts; Ichigo guessed this must be where he would be staying until school started. He looked around him, not really caring what was going on or the fact that the inn's inhabitants were now staring at him and Dumbledore.

"Good afternoon," Dumbledore greeted the man behind the counter.

He looked up and glanced between Dumbledore and Ichigo, "Hello there Dumbledore. Who's this you have with you? Looks like one of the Weasley's from his hair color but I've meet all the Weasleys."

Dumbledore chuckled while Ichigo wondered what the heck a Weasley was. "No, he is not from England. This is Mr. Ichigo Kurosaki. He will be attending Hogwarts as a transfer student this year."

"Transfer huh?" He looked Ichigo up and down before turning back to Dumbledore. "Isn't he a little old to be transferring?"

"Mr. Kurosaki's powers just surfaced recently. He will be studying this summer so that he can catch up to the third years."

"Ah, yeah. It would be too much of a strain to try and catch up to the kids his age." Tom nodded and offered a small smile to Ichigo, "Well I'm Tom and I own the Leaky Cauldron. Just come see me if you need anything."

Ichigo gave him a minute nod but otherwise made no expression. He followed Dumbledore out a back door that led to a dead end. He watched as the Headmaster tapped a few bricks on the wall and the bricks repositioned themselves, revealing a street.

Ichigo's eyes darted around as he took in everything he was seeing while his face remained blank. They made their way to a dark old looking building that was leaning slightly. It read Gringotts on the sign on the front of the building. They entered and made their way to the first open teller they saw. Ichigo raised an eyebrow at the strange creatures sitting behind the desks; they were small and wrinkled with sharp noses and beady eyes.

"Yes Headmaster Dumbledore?" The creature asked, glancing at Icchigo. "How may we help you this day?"

Dumbledore gestured to Ichigo, "Mr. Kurosaki here would like to check the vault left to him by his grandparents."

It turned to look at Ichigo and he didn't even flinch, meeting the black eyes easily, "And does Mr. Kurosaki have his key?"

Ichigo dug out the small gold key that was in his mother's possessions. He held it out to the creature and it called another forward to take them down to the vault. They followed the creature in silence and Ichigo handed the key to it when they reached a large stone door. Ichigo was surprised at the amount of gold piled in the center of the stone room and walked up to it, "I didn't know the Gamp's were so well off. I never really met my grandparents, mainly because mom died when I was young. I'll put it to use. How much will I need for supplies?"

Dumbledore named an amount and the different coins and Ichigo poured the named amount into a bag he had brought with him. They left the bank and Ichigo pocketed the key and bag. Dumbledore took him around the Alley, pointing out what he would need for his studies over the summer and what he would need for the school year. Ichigo bought an owl too, since Dumbledore told him that was how students sent and received mail. Ichigo thought it was pretty ridiculous but purchased a huge owl called a Blackiston's fish owl, it was one of the largest owls in the world, Ichigo was confident that it could make the long flight to Japan if he ever needed it to.

Dumbledore's eyes were sparkling when he lead Ichigo into Ollivander's Wand Shop. The store was really dusty and pretty dim. The crazy haired man surprised Ichigo when he popped out from behind the counter but Dumbledore just greeted the man as if this was common. The silver eyed man looked very interested in Ichigo and had him come up and hold out his wand arm. Ichigo just held out his right, he didn't like using his left hand if he could avoid it. The tape measure continued on as the man, Ollivander, walked down the shelves covered in slender boxes muttering to himself. He returned and offered the pale wand to Ichigo. Ichigo pointed it at a potted plant and it shattered. This continued for the next ten or so wands before Ollivander came up with a black box, holding out the crimson and black wand with shaking fingers. Ichigo didn't know what he was afraid of and just grabbed the wand, a warm feeling rushed through his body and a wind colored black and red flowed around Ichigo.

His grip tightened on the wand and he glanced at the shattered pot on the floor, he pointed the wand at it, ignoring the warnings of Ollivander and Dumbledore. He stared at the pot and pushed with his mind, imagining the force going through the wand. The pot repaired instantly and reclaimed its former position on the small table. He turned to see Dumbledore and Ollivander with their mouths open. "What?"

Ollivander shook out of his stare, "Eleven inches, unyielding, good for Defense Against the Dark Arts. Cherry and dragon heartstring. A very uncommon combination. Cherry alone makes for very powerful wands and is very rare but with a dragon heartstring core, it can have lethal power. You must have very strong self control young man, for such a powerful wand to have chosen you. Be careful with it, it can be dangerous if your mind is not strong enough."

Ichigo smirked, "I have a strong enough mind. I have a goal and will not stop until I achieve it, no matter what is in my way. I will succeed." He paid for the wand and walked out.

Ollivander turned to Dumbledore, "Be careful with this one Albus, you would not want him to fall into the wrong hands. Though I do feel he would be able to take care of himself, I have never see anyone cast a spell so soon after receiving their wand, how long has he been practicing magic?"

"He has never done magic. He just learned he was a wizard earlier today."

Ollivander was dumbstruck, using magic without any prior instruction? And silently too! "I would be especially careful with him then, we would not want a certain man to try and influence him. With a wand as powerful as that and with such a natural at magic there could be disastrous consequences."

Dumbledore bid him farewell and they continued with their shopping, Ichigo standing impatiently as the woman at the robes maker measured him. Ichigo finally told the woman he would be back tomorrow to pick them up, not seeing the need to wander the Alley for the few hours it would take her to make them.

Ichigo lugged his bags up the stairs of the Leaky Cauldron, looking for the room he had just paid for. He dropped his bags down along one wall before taking out his wand and looking at it. It was nice looking, for a stick. It was mostly black with blood red streaks thickening towards the tip and thinning nearing the handle. The tip was red while the handle was pitch black. The wand was smooth until it reached the handle, which looked like rough bark with almost jagged edges. Ichigo thought the handle fit him, his hands rough with calluses from sword fighting and street fighting.

He looked up to see Dumbledore had entered. "You are settled in then? Excellent. Will you be alright on your own? I can have someone stay with you if you do so wish.."

Ichigo shook his head, "I'm fine. I'm used to being on my own. Another person would just distract me. I have studies to get through."

"Alright then. I will have a few of my teachers stop in to check on you over the summer. Do your best and you may ask Tom or one of the shopkeepers in Diagon Alley if you need help with anything. I must be getting back to the school so I will see you in September. Good day Mr Kurosaki."

Ichigo nodded to him and dug out one of his textbooks. He opened it and started reading it immediately, so focused that he did not see the slightly worried look Dumbledore sent him before he left.

Ichigo tore through his textbooks, learning, memorizing, and practicing as many spells as he possibly could. He was almost upset at how weak some of the spells were and looked at the ends of the books to learn the more difficult and therefore more powerful spells. He needed power. He needed to regain his strength, and if he couldn't get his soul reaper powers back, he would become the strongest wizard he could possibly be.

He stayed in his room for most of the time he was at the Leaky Cauldron, only leaving for meals or other such things.

He got a visit from two teachers at Hogwarts in the beginning of August. Professor McGonagall was a thin older woman who didn't look like she smiled much. Her companion looked even less agreeable than she, Professor Snape had oily black hair to his shoulders and a beakish nose and what looked like a permanent scowl, much like the one he used to have. Ichigo greeted them stiffly, digging through the chest he had bought for a new textbook. There were about a dozen scattered across the floor in front of his bed.

"What are you looking for Mr. Kurosaki?" that was McGonagall, she was obviously the more talkative of the two, which still wasn't saying much.

"Looking for a new textbook. I'm done with the ones on the floor. I'm gonna run out soon. Such a pain." He muttered and pulled out a hairy looking book.

McGonagall and Snape exchanged a look when he told them he was already done with a dozen textbooks already. It had only been a month. Then they spotted what book he was holding, McGonagall started to warn him, "Kurosaki don't, that book is-"

Ichigo had unlatched the strap holding the book closed as she finished. It immediately snapped at him, trying to take a chunk out of his hand. Before Snape or McGonagall could do anything to stop the beast book Ichigo grabbed it by one end and smashed it onto the floor. The ground shook slightly from the force and they heard the book whimper. Ichigo placed one hand on the cover and the Monster Book of Monsters flinched, "You will behave or I will find a shredder. Got it?" He snarled down at the book before picking it up and leafing through it. The book was shivering as he held it until he closed it and fastened it shut and put it away. He saw the shocked looks on the two professors faces, "What?"

"All you had to do to stop it was stroke the spine. The professor for the class would have told you that at the first lesson. What are you doing looking through the books for this year?" McGonagall's voice was a bit strangled, still shocked by the brutality the boy showed towards the book.

Ichigo scoffed, "I don't care. I made it submit, it won't cause trouble for me again. I don't take the easy route out, it's pathetic."

Snape decided he liked this Kurosaki boy. His brutality and cold manner would fit in perfectly in his house.

"And I started on this year's books because I'm basically done with the ones from the last two years and I'm bored. I need something to do for the next month. I've done all I can with what I have. I can't practice potions because if I mess them up I could damage the room and I can't practice my Defense either because I don't have targets. I'm mainly just doing theory work and memorizing. Hopefully classes are more difficult than these books, they're stupidly easy. No wonder they are for eleven and twelve year olds." He sighed and started stacking the textbooks he had already read in a neat pile.

"What will you do now that you have caught up?" Snape was interested in how this transfer would do in his class after only having studied theory.

Ichigo lifted the books easily, even though they must have weighed at least twenty or thirty pounds, and gave the teachers a bored look, "I'm going to return these books since there isn't anything more to learn from them, then I might get a job with one of the shopkeepers in Diagon Alley. I have way too much time to kill. I'll tear down the walls if I have to sit around doing nothing." With that he walked out of his room and down the stairs, the professors following. He stopped briefly, "You guys might as well go home, I don't need anything. I'll see you next month." He walked out of the inn.

Snape and McGonagall exchanged a look and turned to see Tom looking after where Ichigo had disappeared into the back exit. He gave them a small smile, "Mr. Kurosaki is a very interesting boy. Very quiet. Brings textbooks with him when he eats. He's been restless lately, says he's done with his studies so he's out of things to do. He's usually pretty laid back, doesn't seem interested in anyone else. Got a nasty temper tho'. Had a customer a few weeks ago, being disruptive. He'd been having too much of his drink and starting heckling the others. He wouldn't listen to me and took the book Mr. Kurosaki had been reading. Not sure what exactly happened, only that one second the guy was botherin Mr. Kurosaki and the next he was on the ground out cold with Mr. Kurosaki standing over him. A few of the bloke's friends came over and started yellin' at Mr. Kurosaki until he grabbed the front one by the neck and threw him to the ground, a huge grin on his face. Wouldn't want to get on Mr. Kurosaki's bad side, he grins like a maniac, gave me chills. Nope, wouldn't want to tick him off, not me."

McGonagall and Snape left with that thought weighing on their minds. How was he going to act at Hogwarts? Snape found himself actually fearing for young Malfoy's life a bit, he would have to watch his step around the transfer, that was for sure. How was Hogwarts going to deal with him?

So. Yay. Got the obligatory studying/catching up chapter done.

Oh yeah and I gave Ichigo Pureblood parents. Look it up. Gamp is a Pureblood family in Harry Potter.

Also, what I put in about Cherry wood being strong by itself and it being lethal with dragon heartstring is also true. Don't believe me? Look it up.

So... Reviews please? I'm going to bed. It's finally the weekend and I think I'm going to sleep for a long time.