So when I first started on this chapter I couldn't really remember the events of the movie so I looked up a calendar. It turned out being the calendar for the books, so this chapter is a mixture of the movie and the book. It will mostly be based on the movie since I'm home for Spring break and can watch the movie to refresh my memory.
One thing though, for when I do the class with the hippogriffs, I will have several, not just Buckbeak like the movie. I like the idea of having more than one, it'll make it easier.
So the chapters will likely be a mix of the movie and the book but I'll try to keep to the common events as possible.
Someone commented that I gave a bad impression of Slytherin when Snape said Ichigo would be perfect for the house, I didn't really mean to, I guess I just picked the wrong words.
Also, Ollivander's warning about Ichigo was not foreboding, though I might make it... Not likely but I don't know. I just put it in there because it made Dumbledore have more reason to watch Ichigo.
K, so I don't own Harry Potter or Bleach. Just the idea, which many of you seem to like, which makes me happy.
Also! Finally a different point of view than Ichigo's. For those of you who thought it was getting to be too Ichigo-based.
Harry wandered around Diagon Alley for the last time before the school year started. It was August 31st finally and he couldn't wait to be at Hogwarts. His summer had been much better after he left the Dursley's after the incident with Aunt Marge. He hadn't exactly meant to turn her into a balloon but he wasn't going to apologize for it, that woman had asked for it! Insulting his parents as if she was better than they were! At least the Minister of Magic reassured him that he wasn't going to be expelled, that was a relief.
He hadn't seen Ron or Hermione yet, even though Ron got back from his family trip to Egypt almost a week ago. He had spent almost the full month of August walking around Diagon Alley and doing his summer assignments. He couldn't focus on them at his uncle's place, nor did he have much time with his aunt and uncle treating him like a servant. How he hated them! He couldn't wait until he was old enough to move out on his own.
He had seen another student staying at the Leaky Cauldron. He had thought he was the only one who would spend so long at the inn. Maybe they had family problems as well? He had only managed to catch glimpses of the boy who was staying in room 15, just down the hall from him. He couldn't see much of the boy since he always wore a hood but he could sometimes see part of his face. From what he could see, the boy looked older and Harry wondered where he had come from, since he didn't recognize him. He couldn't possibly be a first year student, since he looked older than Harry, and he was on his own. First years almost always have a parent or mentor to help them get their belongings at Diagon Alley and help them get on the train.
The other patrons of the Cauldron would avoid him if he was in the common room, usually reading or writing while he ate. Harry had asked the innkeeper Tom why this was and he explained that the boy had a temper and was best avoided. Tom just warned him to not upset the young inhabitant of room 15.
He put the young man out of mind when he ran into Hermione and Ron in the Alley. He joined them in getting their supplies even though he had already bought his last weekend.
He and Ron drooled over the Firebolt broom in the show window of Quality Quidditch Supplies while Hermione went to the Magical Menagerie. The boys walked in after her when she was gone for a while. They avoided the various creatures in the aisles and saw Hermione at the counter. She was talking to the tall young man behind the counter. The man towered over both Hermione and the witch in heavy black glasses next to him. His hair was a bright orange, lighter in shade than Ron's redder hair but sticking out in spikes. He finished talking to Hermione and passed her a basket. Hermione made her way around the crowded shelves to where Ron and Harry were standing. She showed her friends the light orange smushed face cat she had purchased and they moved on to finish their shopping and head back to the Leaky Cauldron.
They sat down for dinner in the common room. The three discussed the escape of Sirius Black with worry, afraid of what the man was capable of and what he might do. It was as loud as usual until a tall man wearing a black hooded sweatshirt came down the stairs and the volume dropped by almost half. The man ignored the other customers, receiving a bowl of something from Tom and sitting at an empty table before opening a book to read as he ate. He ignored the noise, not even looking at the most recent Daily Prophet issue telling about Mass Murderer Sirius Black's escape from Azkaban and goes back upstairs when he is done eating. Harry saw the questioning looks on his friends' faces and mouthed later. They nodded and finished their meal before going to Harry's room.
"Why did everyone quiet when that man came down? Who is he?" That was Hermione, always straight to the point.
"I don't know who he is; just that he's been staying here longer than I have. I've asked Tom but he says I don't need to know. Tom warned me, said not to make him mad, says he's got a horrid temper. I think that's why the other people were quiet; maybe they saw him when he was mad." Harry explained, curious himself.
"How bad could he be? The older wizards shouldn't be afraid of him." Ron questioned.
Harry thought he had a point but then there was the strange way Tom had acted, "Tom was afraid of him. Or rather, was afraid of angering him."
That stunned the Golden Trio, Tom had surely seen a lot of bad customers but to have one that he was scared of, who was that man?
"He lives in room 15. I haven't seen him that often but I think I recognized the book he had, it was one of our textbooks from last year."
Hermione started, "One of ours? Why would he have a student textbook? Maybe he is our Defense teacher?"
Harry shook his head, "No, it was a Transfiguration book. I don't think he's old enough to teach anyway, our professors are usually in their thirties at least."
Hermione nodded, he was right. Any younger and it wouldn't be likely that they would have the experience needed to properly teach students.
They bounced theories off each other for a while before they separated to their rooms for the night.
They packed their things quickly the next morning and headed down for breakfast. The strange man wasn't there today and they left quickly for the train station.
When they reached the column leading to the platform they spotted a familiar silhouette standing a few feet away and staring as a student ran through the portal. The hooded man from the inn tensed at the moment before the student hit the wall and started when they disappeared. He stayed where he was as Harry, Hermione, and the Weasleys passed through the wall and out of sight.
As they found a mostly empty compartment, the only other person was a man sleeping with his coat draped over his body; they settled in and discussed what they had seen. "He saw us going to the platform; he must be going to Hogwarts!" Hermione insisted.
"He could just be a normal wizard; he was staying at the Cauldron." Harry pointed out but he had a feeling she was right.
Hermione was about to expand on what she was saying when the door to the compartment opened with a bang. The hooded man stood there, face in shadow from his deep hood, "Can I sit with you? The other compartments are too loud."
They nodded dumbly and he hefted his heavy trunk with one hand to set in on the ceiling rack. Placing a large cage holding one of the largest owls the students had ever seen next to it. The vicious looking bird fixed bright yellow eyes on the trio and screeched at them, only quieting when the hooded man made a tsk noise at it. It ruffled its feathers and continued to stare unnervingly at them. He sat next to the other covered man and stretched his long arms above him before leaning back into the red seat.
Ron looked like he was fighting an impulse before he lost control and blurted, "Who are you?"
Harry wanted to smack his friend for being so rude but it turned out that he didn't have to, Hermione did it for him. The stranger did not show any sign of how the question had affected him, mostly due to the fact that they couldn't actually see his face, he just answered with a question, "It's rude to ask someone their name without offering your own first, don't you think?"
His voice was deep, cold, cruel, and slightly mocking with a slight accent that they couldn't place. Ron actually flushed and shivered at the same time before stuttering out, "R-Ron Weasley."
Harry had a feeling the man was looking Ron before possibly turning to Hermione. She must have felt his eyes because she answered the unspoken question, "Hermione Granger."
Then Harry felt a pressure and muttered, "Harry Potter," already anticipating the loud reaction.
He didn't get one; the stranger just gave a slight nod and said, "Ichigo Kurosaki," before settling back into his seat.
Harry gaped at the man, as he was sure Ron and Hermione were also doing, when the man showed no reaction at all to his identity. Harry started forward, about to ask him why he had no reaction but he heard the deep breathing of the man and realized he was asleep. He exchanged amazed looks with his friends and they started talking about him, trying to figure out why he hadn't reacted and just who he was.
They looked at the other hidden man as well, only finding out his name from his suitcase sitting in the ceiling rack. He seemed to be asleep as well, though he still seemed a bit stiff, as if he wasn't sleeping very deeply.
The trio almost fell out of their seats when the train suddenly stopped on a bridge. The two hooded men still did not move, even when the temperature dropped and dark shapes flew around outside the train. The trio was frozen with fright when a bony black hand opened the door to their compartment, the glass freezing over around its touch. The black cloaked creature that entered made the trio shiver in fright and cold. It turned to the nearest person, the hooded boy, but it seemed to withdraw from him, turning instead to Harry.
Harry thought he was going to die when the creature bent over him and sucked something from him. The bright light that shone from the cloaked man's wand was his salvation and the cloaked creature shrieked and fled. The man, Lupin, according to his suitcase, handed him a bar of chocolate and left the compartment.
The hooded boy looked around him slowly, lingering on the pale face of Harry and pointing to the chocolate in his hands, "You should probably eat that. You look like you're about to pass out, it'll help."
When Lupin returned to the compartment and repeated what Ichigo had just said Harry complied, feeling a bit better after he ate the sweet.
When they arrived at the station Harry rushed off the train as soon as possible, not wanting to stay any longer than necessary. His friends followed him and Ichigo followed them, leaving his things on the train after seeing that they did.
Ichigo paused, staring at the black skeletal horses pulling the carriages most of the students were entering, and wondered what the hell was wrong with these people. Didn't they see them? They were right there! He noticed that none of them seemed to notice, just going right on to the carriages that were pulled up a well worn path towards the huge castle in the distance. He turned and walked towards where McGonagall was waiting with what he assumed was the first years. He hung back, behind all of the much smaller students who looked at him fearfully, wondering who this tall hooded person was. McGonagall looked up and spotted him, giving a nod of approval before she led them to the lake.
He looked over the castle once and scoffed, you'd think in this day and age you would modernize a bit. They'd probably say it's 'traditional.' Fools. Wizards have too much time on their hands, if they really wanted to get anything done, they'd create some spells that are actually useful for once. Not just have a bunch of spells that do the same damn thing in different intensities. Worthless. He pulled his hood down to cover more of his face; he didn't feel like dealing with any of the crap about his hair color again. Not that these magic brats would be much of a challenge, he'd be surprised if they could actually fight without their precious magic.
He followed McGonagall up the steps and leaned against a wall while she explained to the first years about the sorting. Ichigo had read the book about the school and didn't feel like pretending to care, so he didn't. He was going to be waiting until the first years were sorted before he even got into the hall in the first place so he was going to take it easy. He looked around the hall, ignoring the interested looks of the many portraits (who the hell's idea what that anyway? Make pictures move? As if there wasn't enough pointless magic as is) and trying to get his bearings. It was classic castle style, stone walls, suits of armor, old paintings, some tapestries. Boring. This place was going to be a snooze fest. Maybe he could talk Dumbledore into letting him move up to one of the older classes after all? It would be too easy otherwise.
He could hear the shouting of the sorting hat every now and then and ignored it, he really didn't give a shit what class he was in. The whole house rivalry thing meant nothing to him, he wasn't here to talk to anyone, he was here to learn all the magic he could. He wondered if they had any martial arts? He would need something to keep him in shape. He doubted it, seemed like everyone outside of the Asian countries couldn't fight worth shit. He sighed and rubbed his eyes under his hood, this was going to be so boring it would be exhausting. Then he heard Dumbledore say his name and figured it was time for his grand entrance. Yay for him. Let's get this shit over with.
The Great hall was loud from all the students greeting their friends and talking about what had happened on the train. Harry had apparently been the only one who had actually been attacked, or whatever it did, on the train but a few others had seen them. All Harry knew was that he didn't want to see a dementor again.
Dumbledore's announcement about the dementors patrolling the school grounds did not make anyone feel any better. The new Defense teacher didn't seem so bad; it was the man from the train who had fought off the dementor. Harry thought he looked nice, anyone would be better than Lockhart, Quirrel hadn't been any better. His last announcement however, caused the most talk.
"We at Hogwarts will be joined by an additional student this year. Mr. Kurosaki has just recently exerted his magic for the first time but he will not be joining the first years, he will be joining the third year class as he started magic late and is older than the first years. He has come all the way from Japan to attend our school to follow in the footsteps of his grandparents. Please give welcome to Mr. Ichigo Kurosaki from Japan!"
The doors banged open and a hooded figure was visible. The boy was tall, close to 6 feet, and had a lithe frame but there was visible muscle under his robes. He wore a black hood that covered his head and cast his face into dark shadow. A strange intensity seemed to cling to him as he stalked down the main aisle towards the head table. He did not hesitate or look to the side at all, focused solely on the Headmaster and the stool sitting in front of him.
He stopped in front of the stool and McGonagall motioned towards his hood. He threw off the hood and turned to sit. The first thing everyone noticed was the vivid orange hair jutting out in spikes in all directions, making everyone think of the Weasleys before they noticed the differences, his hair was straight orange, not red like those from the Weasley family. He had a harsh face, sharp cheekbones under thin slanted eyes, dark brown but shining gold when the light hit them. He was tanned all over his face and neck, the only spot of different coloration was the slightly lighter shade of a scar peeking out at the base of his neck. His handsome face was void of all expression except vague disinterest.
McGonagall picked up the hat and had just barely set it on his head when it screamed, "SLYTHERIN!" as if it wanted away from him as soon as possible. She looked at it, surprised at its reaction, and set it down when Ichigo stood and made his way over to the table with a banner of a snake hanging over it. He ignored the looks from his new housemates and pulled his hood back on, sitting at the end of the table silently. As soon as the food appeared he helped himself and started eating, ignoring the fact that pretty much the whole room was staring at him.
Everyone in the room started eating, figuring that he wasn't going to do anything strange other than eating his dinner. A hand pulled down his hood as he was eating and the room froze, its inhabitants holding their breaths as the transfer stilled. He turned slightly to look over his shoulder at whoever had disturbed him. Malfoy stood behind him, looking at his hair with contempt written plain on his face. "Looks like we have a Weasley in our midst. What is a blood traitor doing in Slytherin?" He sneered at Ichigo, flicking his hood and folding his arms what he thought was intimidating, Crabbe and Goyle standing behind him and putting on tough faces.
Ichigo did not respond for a moment, then turned around in his seat until he was facing the blond, his elbows resting on his long legs. "Are you deaf or just plain stupid?" He rumbled and let out a tiny smile at the angered look on the younger boy's face. "My last name is Kurosaki, not Weasley. My mother was Masaki Gamp. I am not related in any way to anyone in the Weasley bloodline. Get your facts straight, and don't touch me while you're at it." He yanked his hood up and turned back to his food.
Malfoy was fuming, frustrated that the boy was actually from a pure blood family that was truly not related to the Weasley family. He grabbed Ichigo's shoulder, turning him around partially, "I wasn't done talking to you!"
Ichigo froze completely and Malfoy was unable to budge him with his hand. Then, slowly, Ichigo turned around and withdrew from the table, rising to his full height. He towered over the much shorter blond and leant down slightly to look right into Malfoy's eyes. "I thought I told you," he rumbled, his voice dangerously low, "Not to touch me."
Malfoy shivered at the look in the other boy's eyes, they were cold but had a burning anger in them. Malfoy shook himself, ashamed that he had allowed another intimidate him. He glared up at the transfer as he straightened, "I am a pureblood, surely your parents would have taught you to respect those better than you?"
Ichigo scanned the shorter boy's face and smirked, "Considering the fact that my mom was a squib and my dad's a muggle I'd say no, not that I give a shit about bloodlines anyway."
Malfoy startled, "You're a mudblood?" He gasped, completely at a loss, "What are you doing in Slytherin then?" the rest of the students at the table had apparently heard him and were staring, just as confused as the blond.
"So what if I am? Not that it matters. Blood means nothing. Muggle born wizards can be more powerful than pureblooded ones. And I'm in this house because this is the house the sorting hat put me in; it's as simple as that." He straightened and turned on his heel, walking out of the Great Hall, leaving the whole room staring after him.
So there we go. Commence Ichigo's plan (unintentional of course) of shattering the steriotypes about Mudbloods. And Malfoy bashing. Always the Malfoy bashing. I can't help myself.
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