Bold letters like this mean they're talking in Japanese.
This is a flashback and/or a dream.
'Thoughts and the Sorting Hat.'
And I think that's it.

Bodies upon bodies lay before him, a sea of blood covering the bodies and the ground. His mother, his little sister, his older brother and his twin sister lay closest to him, their bodies mutilated. His friends, his enemies, everyone he had ever met, from both his life and afterlife lay there, their dead bodies staring at him with empty eyes. Among the bodies, stood a lone girl, her long brown hair and golden sundress stained crimson with blood. She looked up at him with empty gray eyes, eyes that used to hold so much life.

"Tomomi…" Shouta reached for her, stumbling closer. Tears streamed down his face, his clothes covered in another's blood.

"Why? Why Shouta? You killed them. All of them. You killed me. I thought you loved me. I thought you loved them. Aiyu was your precious sister, wasn't she? You don't deserve to live. Why Shouta? Why?" She murmured, blood suddenly pouring out of a bullet wound in her chest.

"Please. I didn't. I don't… I'm…" He fell back into the blood, shock clear on his face. "Please, Tomomi… I'm sorry…"

Shouta woke up with a start, bursting straight up in his bed, screaming. He blinked, realizing he was no longer in a body-infested graveyard. He looked around the room, spotting Hitsugaya Toshiro carrying his trunk towards the door.

"Are you alright, Izukai?" He asked, noticing the wild look of terror in his friend's eyes. Slowly, Shouta nodded, shakily getting out of bed to change.

"I'm fine. We have to leave for the train right? I'll get changed and meet you down there." Shouta lied, giving the white-haired boy a fake smile. Hitsugaya didn't believe a word of it, but nodded anyways and headed out the door, leaving Shouta alone to change. The brunette came down moments later, looking like nothing happened, though he seemed a bit tired.

"I've already got a cab, let's get going." Hitsugaya said once Shouta came out of the building. The boy nodded silently, obviously not in the mood for talking. The drive to King's Cross Station was silent as well, and Shouta didn't speak until they reached the platforms 9 and 10. "There's no Platform 9 ¾ anywhere. Then again, they probably found a way to disguise it from the muggles." Hitsugaya muttered, looking around.

"Why don't we follow them? I'm pretty sure I saw them the other day in the Leaky Cauldron." Shouta suggested, pointing to a large family of redheads. Hitsugaya nodded in agreement. Both boys were more than startled when one of the boys in the family ran straight for the pillar between the platforms. They visibly relaxed when he passed right through the wall, followed by the rest of the family. "Found it." Shouta muttered.

The two of them started to head towards the pillar, stopping when the last two, a black-haired boy and the youngest redhead, crashed into the pillar. "What do you think you're doing?" Asked the man as he walked over, frowning down at the two.

"Sorry sir, we l-lost control." Harry muttered in reply. The man gave them another glare before turning back to his confused customer. Hitsugaya frowned, and the two walked over. Hitsugaya noticed a small, ugly creature wearing a bag peeking out from behind the pillar.

"What did you do?" The Captain growled, glaring icily at the house elf.

"Dobby can't let Harry Potter go to Hogwarts." Dobby replied, staring back up at the boy fearfully.

"Let everyone through, or else." He growled, and Dobby shook his head. "I WILL tell your family. The Malfoys, right?"

"No. Please." Dobby squeaked. Hitsugaya's eyes narrowed, and Dobby snapped his fingers twice, the second time he disappeared.

"Hey, we can pass through the barrier!" Ron called excitedly, both boys racing through.

"Let's get on and find a seat. I'd rather not sit with other students who will bombard us with questions." Hitsugaya muttered, Shouta nodding in agreement. They quickly found a compartment that was empty. Toshiro sat by the window, Shouta sitting across from him. The brunette was about to doze off when the door to the compartment opened.

"Mind if we sit here? Everyone else is full." A black-haired boy stood in the doorway, green eyes under round glasses. Behind him was a member of the red-haired family from earlier and a girl with bushy, brown hair. Hitsugaya nodded silently, Shouta just eyeing them wearily.

Not long after the trio sat down, the girl began bombarding Hitsugaya with questions. "So, are you transfer students? Where are you from? I'm Hermione Granger. And who are you? What kind of magic are you taught? Can you teach me? Why is your hair white? Is it nat-"

"Urusai." Both Hitsugaya and Shouta snapped, glaring at the girl.

"Questions are meant for finding answers. Pause before you ask another question, or else you'll never get an answer. And to answer your questions, yes, Japan, nice to meet you, Toshiro Hitsugaya, no comment, no, no comment, and since your last question was never finished I can't answer. You can figure out which answer goes where yourself. And if you want to continue your questioning, talk slowly and quietly. My friend didn't get much sleep last night and he's extremely irritable right now." Hitsugaya replied angrily, the temperature plummeting several degrees. The golden trio shivered, although neither of the transfers seemed bothered by it. After a moment, Hermione nodded, her mouth closing with an audible snap. The temperature went back to normal, and Hitsugaya's scowl disappeared.

"Alright. Um… what's your friend's name?" Hermione asked slowly, after sorting out Hitsugaya's answers.

"Shouta Watanabe." The brunette replied, yawning.

"You should really get some sleep. Don't think I didn't hear you screaming when you woke up." Hitsugaya muttered to the brunette, raising an eyebrow. The boys and Hermione looked at him in alarm.

Shouta shook his head. "No, I'm good. I have a feeling I wouldn't get any sleep even if I tried. Besides, I might have that dream again." He replied quietly. "Anyways, who're you two?" He looked at the boys expectantly.

"I'm Ron Weasley, and this is… Harry Potter." The redhead replied. The Golden Trio looked at the boys as if they were supposed to act hysterical at the mention of the raven's name.

The boys stared blankly at them before brief recognition flashed across their faces, both remembering the information they were forced to read at the Leaky Cauldron. "Oh, that guy." Shouta muttered, looking thoughtful for a moment. "You survived the killing curse cast by that Moldy-mart dude. Kind of reminds me of Kurosaki." He muttered the last part to himself, not noticing the snickers Harry and Ron made from his pronunciation of the Dark Lord's name. Hitsugaya just rolled his eyes.

"Anyways," Hermione spoke up, coughing to gain the other's attention. "We'll be arriving pretty soon, so I suggest we change into our robes."

As Professor McGonagall led the first years and transfers-Hitsugaya smirked inwardly at the thought that for once he was looking down at others instead of looking up-she spoke about the procedure, also mentioning to the transfers that they would be sorted after the first years. Right before she opened the doors to the Great Hall, Shouta pulled her aside for a moment

"Ms. McGonagall, I'd like it if you called me by the surname Watanabe. If the students knew of my true identity, it would probably cause a bit of a riot." He whispered, gesturing towards the first years at the word 'students'. The woman nodded in agreement. She then led the first years in, the transfers listening as she called them one by one to be sorted. Finally, she called the last name, and the Hall once again quieted down as Dumbledore stood, his eyes twinkling.

"I am pleased to announce the arrival of transfer students at our school for the first time in several hundred years. I am pleased to welcome Mr. Hitsugaya and Mr. Watanabe." The 2 strode in, Shouta gladly taking note of the fact that the Headmaster had been informed of his alias.

The two of them strode through the Great Hall, earning a lot of stares and whispering upon their entry. Hitsugaya was the first to be called up. He sat on the stool, the ratty old hat placed on his head. Almost immediately he put a barrier around his mind, blocking the hat out. 'Now that won't do. I'll need to see into your mind in order to sort you into a house.'

Hitsugaya frowned. 'Why should I let you?'

'I am the Sorting Hat. It's my job.' Hitsugaya eased up just a little, allowing the hat to get a glimpse. 'I'll need more than that.' He eased up even more, allowing the hat a good portion of his mind. 'My, quite the accomplished one, aren't you? And a Captain at that! You would do well in Ravenclaw, but seeing as you're not here to learn… Quite the ambitioned one. Slytherin would be pleased to have you… And you're quite courageous, very loyal to those you care about as well.' Hyorinmaru growled inside Toshiro's mind. 'Another soul resides here! Interesting… very interesting… Very well, you'll have to be in…'

"GRYFFINDOR!" Toshiro pulled the hat off almost immediately, sitting down next to Harry as he waited for his companion to be called up.

Shouta walked up next, frowning when the hat was put on his head. 'Interesting… Another dead one, eh? And you've had quite the hardships… Another child prodigy, just like your friend… Your pureblood background and dark side would do well in Slytherin… very well…' The hat was about to yell Slytherin when Shouta let up even more, showing the more painful parts of his life. 'I see… you're definitely very brave now. You've lost many precious people in your life. You would do quite well in Gryffindor, but you don't want to have to go through that pain anymore. Hmm… If you want to keep your distance, then you'll be best in…'

"SLYTHERIN!" Shouta tore the hat off his head, walking towards the Slytherin table. When Hitsugaya raised an eyebrow at him as he passed, he just shrugged.

"Bloody hell! He was a stinking Slytherin?!" Ron muttered after Dumbledore made a few last announcements, including the new DADA teacher, Gilderoy Lockhart.

"It could've gone either way." Hitsugaya replied.

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked.

"Seems to me like the hat was struggling with deciding between Slytherin and Gryffindor." He answered calmly. "I'd say more, but I really shouldn't say anything about his past without his consent first. For now, I'll just say he's from a pretty noble family that has had a lot of tragedies."

Suddenly, all the tables were filled with foods of all sorts, including-to the relief of the transfers-Japanese foods. Not long after, Shouta got up and walked over to the Gryffindor table, sitting next to Hitsugaya. "Hey." He greeted. Several Gryffindors glared and scoffed at him, keeping their distance.

"You really shouldn't do that. It'll cause quite the riot." Hitsugaya warned, though he was smirking. Shouta shrugged in response.

"So what if they don't get along? It's not our problem. I really don't care what anyone thinks."

"What the heck is this?" Ron muttered, picking up a squishy, flower-shaped food.

"Squid." Hitsugaya replied, rolling his eyes as Ron dropped it, disgust clear on his face.

As the 2 conversed, switching between Japanese and English with ease, they ignored the glares they earned from several Gryffindors and Slytherins. Shouta smirked out in amusement as one of the Slytherin girls walked out of the Hall in disgust. "Well, I better get going. And I'll do that report, so relax, you workaholic. See ya." Shouta waved in Harry's direction as he got up from the table and strolled away leisurely.