New chapter new chapter new chapter! Took me long enough I know. I had most of this chapter written, just needed to get the rest of it out. I've been in a bit of a writing slump unfortunately, took up beta-ing several stories and since none of them seemed likely to be worked on any time soon I decided to come back to this. And I got some of my motivation for this back so good for you all. I know it's a bit shorter than my usual so forgive me for that, I just wanted to end it at a certain point.

I don't own HP or Bleach, I don't even own any of the books for pete's sake. Leave me be. And if I owned Bleach Orihime wouldn't be so annoying. Anyway, enjoy your chapter.

Ichigo did his best to ignore the endless chatter of practically the whole Great Hall, eventually giving in and using Aufero audio on himself to block out the sounds of children talking incessantly.

He didn't particularly care for the tournament, not seeing the point of it other than possibly killing the contestants. He was of age to enter the contest but he wanted absolutely no part in it, especially all the attention competing would cause; it was too bothersome even if he was interested, which he wasn't.

He finished his breakfast as quickly as possible and headed out to take advantage of his free time since he didn't actually have to attend any classes. Luna had an hour or so free after breakfast and they had made plans to hang out, specifically for her to teach him how to use a broom since he had never formally learned.

He had been a bit put off at the idea of trusting a cleaning tool to fly, much preferring his own created spell since he knew it was trustworthy, but figured he might as well know how to fly in case he needed to.

He had stopped at Quality Quidditch Supplies on his way to Hogwarts and had purchased the newest broom available. It wasn't even on the market; Ichigo had managed to talk the shopkeeper into selling him an experimental broom that was deemed too dangerous to be sold to the public. It had taken too long to persuade the man to sell him the broomstick for Ichigo's taste, mainly because the man kept telling him horror stories of what had happened to those who had tried to test the broom before, the worse being one witch who had actually died from her injuries. The broomstick definitely had a mind of its own, and a nasty one at that, it was rather vicious for a bunch of twigs and had taken to throwing its riders, much like an ill tempered horse.

It was an attempt by the Comet Trading Company to get ahead of the currently most popular broom manufacturer, the Nimbus Racing Broom Company. It supposedly, according to shopkeeper, was faster than the Nimbus 2001 and maybe even the Firebolt, was said to be more maneuverable than both, made to cut through the air with the sleek design, leading to even more speed. But the unusual aggressiveness of the broom was making the company rethink the idea, not wanting to put a design out that would cause harm to customers.

Ichigo had practically forced the man to sell him the broom, thinking it a waste of such a fine looking device, for a cleaning tool that is. The broom was long, longer than most racing brooms, made for a taller rider, and quite beautiful in Ichigo's opinion. It was of mahogany wood and a rich reddish brown at the riding end, darkening to almost black at the handle, the staining of the wood very interesting on its own, since broomsticks were not often stained to multiple shades of color, deemed too troublesome by the manufacturers. The look of the broom alone was very unique, the tail end of the broom sleek, the branches making up the end unusually long and forming the shape of a paintbrush, the handle end of the broom was the opposite, tapering off to a sharp point like the writing end of a quill. There was little thickening towards the handle or protrusion to aid in grip, making it require someone with good grip and experience in flying.

It was the dark coloring which had first caught Ichigo's attention, his keen eyes fixing on the broom's position in the corner of Quality Quidditch Supplies. When he learned the name of the experimental model, Dark Cleaver, it only secured Ichigo's already curious interest in it. The relation to his Zangetsu too much temptation to ignore: And so he had made the shopkeeper sell the broom to him, assuring that no harm would come to him and promising to come back so the man could see he was alright and the broom didn't kill him.

Ichigo sighed once he saw that he had finished eating while he recollected, cancelled the Aufero audio by casting Recro audio and left the table to get his broom and clothing more suited to being outdoors.

He was halted on his way to the door outside by the massive crowd by the Goblet of Fire, completely blocking the hallway. He scowled to himself and began making his way through the crowd, staying clear of the age-line keeping the younger students watching back. He didn't even bother apologizing to those he bumped on his way through, figuring they deserved it for making it impossible to get through without somewhat violent contact. He fixed his fierce glare on those who turned to him with angry faces at being disrupted, making them flinch back and turn away from him.

Once he was finally through the hallway rose a notch in volume, this time because of the infamous Viktor Krum's approach with the rest of the representatives from his school, lead by their Headmaster personally. Ichigo stayed clear of the sports star, leaning up against the hall wall while he waited for Luna to meet him and completely ignoring the fact that Krum and most of the Durmstrang students were looking at him as they passed.

Ichigo kept his eyes on the halls just beyond the crowd he had just muscled his way through, ignoring the gossiping about the popular Durmstrang student entering the tournament until an obnoxiously familiar voice called out to him.

"Think you're so great do you? Why don't you enter the tournament then?"

Malfoy had unfortunately noticed him and clearly couldn't resist baiting the older student, seemingly forgetting the fact that the ginger had handed the blond's ass to him last year. Ichigo turned his attention on the shorter boy, seeing the pale hair of his friend drifting through the crowd who had turned at the prospect of an entertaining verbal battle.

Ichigo let his dark eyes still on the pale boy, making him begin to sweat a bit, confidence starting to wane under the gaze of the taller student. Ichigo allowed a single thin brow to raise, the only show of emotion on his otherwise blank face, "And why would I do that?"

The blond actually flinched at the condescending tone in Ichigo's deep voice, but stammered on, intent on paying him back for humiliating him, "Wh-"

"Why wouldn't I enter? Because I have no desire to deal with all of the trouble being in a menial contest would bring me, it is tedious and I have better things to do with my time. I have no desire to risk my life for fame or money or whatever else being in such a tournament would bring me, nor do I have any need for such things." The condensation in his voice grew thicker as he went on, heaviest as he said 'contest', showing just what he thought of the legendary event.

He leaned back as he watched the blatant shock run its way across Malfoy's face, smirking internally at the boy's reaction. Once the blond's face froze into a look of plain surprise and confusion Ichigo looked away, meeting eyes with Luna, who had just managed to emerge from the crowd, "You ready to go then?"

The watching students turned to see who he was addressing and were a bit surprised to see Luna approaching dressed in her outdoor robes and a broomstick in hand. The girl herself didn't seem to notice the attention focused now on her, offering a bright smile to the older boy, "Yes I am but I still don't see why you want me to give you flying lessons, I'm sure Madame Hooch would be pleased to teach you. I cannot compare to her, she is the flying instructor after all."

Ichigo ignored the attention focused back on him, dozens of eyes searching him for any sign of a broom and not finding any, "I'd rather learn from someone I'm familiar with. I don't want to bother Madame Hooch either; she has enough work teaching the first years, much less me."

"Alright then, shall we get going?"

"Sure," He nodded and reached behind him, pulling his Dark Cleaver out from the shadows and leaning it on his shoulder as he followed the younger girl outside.

"C'mon Harry let's go!"

"Where are we going?" Harry didn't know why his best friend insisted on dragging him off somewhere when they didn't have any classes scheduled for at least another hour.

"Wherever Krum's going! I saw him head out this way! Along with a whole mess of other people!"

"And where is Krum going?"

"Who cares?! Let's just go!"

Harry sighed, he was getting a bit tired of Ron's strange obsession with the Quidditch player, Harry acknowledged that the older boy was good, but Ron was taking it a little far, but since he was still in a pretty good mood from seeing Fred and George's plan blow up in their faces he let the ginger drag him along.

They ended up at the Quidditch Pitch surprisingly and Harry had to almost smother Ron when he started rambling about seeing the athlete practice. Harry pointed out the Romanian to him several feet away, on the ground with no broom in sight. Ron immediately forgot about being disappointed in not seeing his idol fly and started gushing over finally having the older boy nearby.

Harry just shook his head; he really thought Ron was a nutter sometimes. He turned his attention away from the Romanian and instead to what the boy seemed to be looking at. He was surprised to see the vibrant of Ichigo and the pale haired girl, both with brooms in their hands, though Harry didn't recognize the type of broom Ichigo had. It was built like a racing broom, somewhat, it was much longer than Harry's Firebolt but was sleek looking and looked very well made. It looked almost like a cross between the Nimbus 2001 and a Firebolt, sleek with a paintbrush end like the Nimbus but with the coloring of the Firebolt, if a few shades darker. The handle of the broom was completely new though, tapering off to an almost sharp tip like that of a quill, the entire handle black, as if it was dipped in ink. It was a well crafted broom that was for sure, if it did look a tad sinister.

The girl was up in the air already, perched easily on her standard broom and was yelling down instructions to Ichigo who was standing in position on the ground.

He got his broom into his hand easily enough, even with a flash of irritation in his face, but it wasn't until he mounted the broom that there were problems.

The broom shot off the second Ichigo's legs were around it, zooming into the air at a speed that Harry was almost sure could rival his Firebolt, and immediately started to jerk and spasm around, looking as if it was being manipulated like Harry's had been in the past. Harry looked around to see that no one had their wand out, though there was a fair amount of worried muttering. When Harry turned back to look at the situation the dark broom was upside down, Ichigo still firmly in place amazingly enough. The broom continued on, bucking and spiraling like an irate horse trying to rid itself of a rider but Ichigo stayed put. Once it leveled out for more than a second Ichigo let go of the handle with one hand, causing many to shout out warnings below, and reached back towards the tail end of the broom.

Harry felt his eyes widen when the tall ginger actually punched his broom before turning back to face forwards. The broom gave a strong shudder, the branches rattling together ominously, before they returned to their places and the broom stayed obediently put.

Ichigo glanced down at his broom, pleased that it was sufficiently broken in, and turned to face Luna. She was staring at him with wide blue eyes, her mouth open in a little 'o' before he cleared his throat for her attention. She gave him a few simple maneuvers and he turned his attention to his Cleaver, wondering how he was supposed to command it. He discovered that the broom was indeed more responsive than others and therefore needed significantly less pressure to direct.

He flew in a few simple maneuvers at first, to get used to the feeling, then upped it a level, doing corkscrews and sharp turns on a dime. He then let go of the broom completely, just to see what it would do, and it continued to obey him, responding to his leg signals instead of his hands. Ichigo cocked an eyebrow at it, then decided to see what he could do, he swung around so he was seated on the broom sideways and let himself overbalance, hooking his legs over the broomstick behind his knees. He let his arms dangle down and glanced at Luna from his upside down position, smirking at her look of shock before he rocked back and forth and regained his seat on the broom.

Harry had a hard time believing what he was seeing. He was expecting Ichigo to be hesitant about the broom, especially since it had tried to get rid of him. He thought the Slytherin would at least take it easy and not try anything too frightening. He was wrong. The tall ginger student was zipping around the Quidditch Pitch without a care, making incredibly harsh turns and spinning in circles without seeming to get dizzy at all. Then he actually let go of the broom and flipped over so he was dangling upside down holding onto the broom with his legs. Harry wasn't the only one who shouted out a warning when it happened, but the older boy didn't seem to notice, just righting himself with ease and staying still.

Harry was stunned silent as he watched the older student fly around with a dropped jaw, he couldn't believe this was his first time on a broom, but he had said it before so it must be true. He watched quietly as Ichigo flew over to the girl and they spoke for a moment before they shot off towards the castle, Ichigo taking an immediate lead and gaining more by the second.

The crowd started to disperse once they realized the mysterious student was done and Harry dragged Ron with him before Krum noticed the redhead staring at him incessantly.

"Blimey Harry did you see him! I don't think I've ever seen anybody ride like that their first time! Even you took a bit of practice to do the things he did!"

"Yeah I know. He must have already had an idea of what he needed to do. I still don't know why his broom was acting like it was at first. Weird."

"I know! Maybe his broom was bewitched? But I've never seen a broom like his though, wonder where he got it."

Harry just nodded, he was curious too, especially if it could compete with his Firebolt. "It looked fast, I wonder why we've never seen it before if it was that fast…."

"I dunno, maybe cuz it tried to kill him at first? Wouldn't want to get on a broom that tries to throw you, especially when it's not bewitched."

Harry admitted Ron had a point, but why would someone make a broom that acted that way? Unless it was by accident. "Let's ask Hermione later, she might have some idea. All those hours in the library have got to count for something."

One thing they didn't factor into their plan was that Hermione only tended to research the things that interested her, which wasn't Quidditch, not at all. She had regardless promised to look into the strange broom and get back to them once she found something out. It wasn't until later during dinner that she approached them, a smaller book than her usual resting open with a ribbon.

"It's called a Dark Cleaver. It's a new model from the Comet Trading Company to try and get back into the top sellers in Quidditch brooms. They decided to scrap the design after the first few brooms were made so there are only a few left available to the public. It's apparently as fast a Firebolt though, which seems like a waste to me." Hermione looked up from her book with a look of half-hearted interest.

"Why would they scrap it if it's so fast? Seems stupid to me," Ron put in and Harry nodded his agreement with him.

Hermione just sighed at her Quidditch-happy friends, "Because all the brooms that have been made have tried to throw off their riders. There have even been some reports of people dying from trying to ride the brooms."

"Bloody hell," Ron didn't look so skeptical now, "no wonder. Wonder why they did it?"

"I'm not sure," not knowing was obviously bothering the smart girl, "it has something to do with the materials used to make them, though I'm not sure what they are, broom making is complicated and needs years of study to perfect it, maybe it was a mistake?"

"Or they were trying something new and it didn't work out?" Harry offered helpfully, figuring it was as good a guess as any, since they couldn't actually ask the original makers of the broom.

Hermione nodded her agreement, "Seems a likely enough reason, of course there is no way of knowing for sure without talking to the broom maker."

"He sure doesn't look very happy for someone whose just rode his first broom."

Ron's observation drew his friends' attention to the owner of the subject of their conversation. The orange haired Slytherin didn't look pleased at all, scowling darkly into his plate as he ate quickly, determinedly not looking at anyone around him.

"He obviously doesn't like the attention. He seems a very private person to me, he doesn't talk much either." Hermione tried to defend, though she was curious about the older boy herself.

"He seemed to get along with that girl earlier," Harry pointed out, "the blond girl. I don't know who she is but she looked younger than us, wonder how she met him?"

"She's a Ravenclaw, she's over there." The boys turned in the direction Hermione was pointing in, seeing the dazed looking blond girl happily serving herself a portion of pudding, seeming perfectly oblivious of her surroundings.

"You'd think a Ravenclaw would know better than to talk to a Slytherin, much less Kurosaki. I don't even think the older Slytherins are friends with him. He's bloody vicious!" Ron snuck another at the teen in mention and choked on the sip of pumpkin juice he had just taken.

The other two turned to see what had caused that reaction and stopped dead to see Ichigo Kurosaki himself staring right at them, eyes narrowed in suspicion. Golden Trio and mysterious Slytherin stared at each other for a moment before Dumbledore stood and dark brown with gold flecks tore away from blue, green, and brown and the Trio found themselves able to breathe again.

"He couldn't have heard us could he?" Ron whispered, still throwing half-frightened looks at the older boy.

"He shouldn't have, it's too loud in here," Hermione reasoned but still snuck looks at the mysterious student.

They finally focused on Dumbledore when he began to make his way towards the Goblet.

Stupid damned kids, can't keep their mouths shut. Why is it that every person in England seems incapable of keeping their mouths shut? Even when their Headmaster is talking. Do they ever shut up? Oh wait, the old man's talking, I should probably be paying attention….. Who am I kidding? This tournament has nothing to do with me, I don't even see why I have to be here in the first place, stupid manipulating old man. I'm getting really sick of old coots ordering me around.

Ichigo pulled his attention away from his muttered thoughts to hear Harry Potter's name be called, followed by deafening silence. Finally… no wait, what? Eyebrows furrowing, he watched the boy, suddenly deathly pale, stand from his table and make his way out of the Great Hall. Ichigo got a good look at his eyes when he turned stunned eyes on his friends and knew something was up. Confusion, shock, and a large amount of fear was in Potter's eyes. No joy, no pleasure, not even any recognition, the boy had no idea what was going on. Something wasn't right here, Potter had not put his name in that Goblet, it was impossible, someone else had to have done it, there was no way it could have happened.

And now Potter's screwed. Joy. Well, according to his talkative classmates, this was nothing new, from the stories he had overheard about the past few years, it seemed like Potter had managed to get himself caught up in the middle of all the chaos that happened at Hogwarts. Ichigo wondered why that was for a moment, but figured it was much like himself, he just attracted trouble.

This would not be good. Might be interesting to watch though.

And that's chapter 9. Sorry it's short. It's all I could make myself write for this chapter. I liked where I ended it.

So yeah, now Ichigo knows how to ride a broom, it was just a filler-ish thing I came up with to fill some time and take advantage of Ichigo's being at Hogwarts. Another minor thing next chapter before Ichigo's going to escape back home before he's dragged back to Hogwarts, because he really doesn't need to be at school all the time, especially since he's studying from home.

Minor spoiler, he'll be doing much the same next book and that'll be his last year at Hogwarts. I already have an ending planned out, though how I'm going to get to that ending is still beyond me.

So yeah, I updated. Finally I know. Review please. Suggestions are welcomed with both hands.

And here's a glossary of the spells Ichigo has used so far, just in case you were wondering what they were/meant/did.

Spell Glossary

Eversio – "destruction" Disintigrates target, regardless if it is living or not (used in chapter 4 when Ichigo destroys the boggart).

Suffoco – "suffocate" Prevents victim from breathing (used in chapter 5 when Ichigo defeats Lupin in werewolf form).

Aeris Vestigium – "air footsteps" Allows caster to walk on air until spell is cancelled (Used in chapter 7 when Ichigo arrives at Hogwarts).

Aufero Audio - "steal hearing" Makes target deaf (used in chapter 9 by Ichigo on himself).

Recro Audio – "restore hearing" Reverses Aufero Audio (used in chapter 9 by Ichigo on himself).