CHAPTER 1

The Summoning

Ichigo wasn't happy. Since two weeks ago someone had tried to summon him, luckily without success. He had detested that person on first sight. He looked and smelled disgusting and Ichigo didn't even want to mention his looks. First he didn't have a nose and second he resembled a snake. He didn't have anything against snakes, but a humanoid one? Absolutely disgusting!

That person had used the right words that were needed to summon him, but it looked like he didn't fully know how to summon him right. He hadn't used his own blood, but blood from someone else. The first rules that needed to be noted were that the one who tried to summon him needed to use the right words and his own blood, but still those weren't the most important. The summoner needed to have the best intention or Ichigo wouldn't even respond to such a summon.

Of course Ichigo could feel that someone tried to summon him and who had tried to do such, but he could resist the summon and that he did. He could feel the ill intention coming off of him in waves and the rotten smell that seemed to accompany it. It still gave him a headache, which combined with that foul stench that came to his dimension every time that person tired the summon, and that was a lot, made his anger flare and his wish to just burn that person to ash stronger. Ichigo could literally smell that the summoner hadn't only committed every sin but had also died a few times. So Ichigo, even thought he hated the smell ignored the summon and hoped that the summoner would give up soon. 'He should have known better' were his thought about that, when he felt the pull toward the summoner again. He had stopped counting after the sixteenth try. It seems that that person wouldn't give up no matter what. On that thought Ichigo thought back to the old times where he had still been a normal human, or as normal as a human vizard could be.

His body and soul had since that incident with Hell merged together, he still didn't know why or how since it all seemed to have happened so fast that he almost didn't have time to even understand what happened. His powers had increased greatly. He was almost immortal, could not age or die, a sad thought when he looked back at it, Immortal and beyond till the end of time and maybe even after. He could also control his invisibility that he had gained as a shinigami and that he still possessed. Normal humans couldn't see shinigamis and shinigamis could do nothing about it expect wearing gigais. He however could. He could make even normal humans see him, could control what was seen or heard before normal humans, but that wasn't all. He could even be invisible before persons that would normally see him, because they possessed powers that granted them a clear sight. He hated these powers but was also grateful for having them since they had helped him quite a lot since he had gained the title "Lord of Hell".

He was trying to get that stench out of his dimension, what felt to him like the hundredth time, when he felt the pull again. At first he thought it was that dumb, smelly person that seems to not get the idea that Ichigo wouldn't appear no matter what he tried but when the pull got stronger he noticed that it was someone else that had succeeded in following the rules. He let himself be pulled toward that summoner through the spell that carried him through space and maybe even time. Before he arrived he made himself invisible, so he would be able to probably analyze the summoner and decide if he sould show himself or not.

Seconds later he found himself in what looked like the basement of an old castle that hadn't been used in a long, long time. Ichigo had almost laughed when he had spotted his summoner, not only did he have a very long beard with what looked like beads in it but also a very long dress, that looked thoroughly ridiculous on him or anyone else for that matter. That man, if you could still call him such since he was very old and could almost be compare with gramps Yamamoto, even with his sense of fashion if it wasn't for the eyes. The old man before him had such interesting eyes that looked like he had twinkles in them. Ichigo liked those eyes that showed both curiosity and knowledge in them, which was all that Ichigo needed to start speaking, letting his voice be heard or more specific the voice his hollow had always used. The voice that sounded distorted, like many persons were speaking at the same time.

"Why did you summon me old mage?"

The group of summoners or wizards how they called themselves looked shocked and scared, quickly looking for any sign of him. The only exception was the old man that had offered his blood. Ichigo liked him even more, for he had showed not even a sign of being scared odd voice his Hollow had once used. He waited patiently for them to answer but after waiting for a while and still getting no answer he asked again.

"What do you want from me? You wouldn't have summoned me without a reason, would you?"

Then the old man finally seemed to pull himself together and started to answer: "My name is Albus Dumbledore. I am the Headmaster of this school. I summoned you to ask you for your help!"

Now Ichigo was curious. The old man, Dumbledore was a Headmaster of a school. What help would he need from him?

"What problem do you have that you as a headmaster for children are not capable enough to solve yourself? What help would you need from me?"

With that question asked the Headmaster started to smile and the people around him wondered how he had enough courage to speak to this being and how he had successfully made this obvious powerful being curious.

He answered: "My school is a school for Wizards and Witches. We're at war with a wizard that should have been dead, but somehow had survived and now is attacking this school and its students. He is targeting three of our students and one of them is a well known wizard because he survived a spell cast by the one that has turned evil, which should have been deadly. His name is Harry Potter. I / We hoped that you could protect this school and its students so that no one will come to harm. At that Ichigo smiled, a real one, sadly no one could see it, but then he got serious when he felt the pull with its foul stench again. Before he even noticed what he did, he started to mutter irritated:

"That man named Voldemort just won't give up. Hasn't he learned by now, that he can't summon me with the wrong blood?"

At that, suddenly the men in the room except Dumbledore gasped and started to talk with each other. Again Ichigo was curious, but knew he would get his answer so he waited. It wasn't long before Dumbledore had silenced the others and started to speak again: "Has Voldemort tried to summon you before?" Ichigo knew that if he answered he would soon get an answer himself.

"Yes he has, but he has never succeeded, because he has committed every single one of the deadly sins and only the ones use the right spell, words and blood, and have the best intention are able to summon me. Still that hasn't stopped him from trying. Do you know him?"

Suddenly a man with a weird looking eye answered: "Off course we know him! He is the Dark Wizard that is attacking this school and the wizards at the same time." Now Ichigo had a good enough plan to know what he would do. First, he would go to this school as a transfer student, because it would be boring just to watch and protect. Then he would help them with their Dark Wizard and help himself too. It was the worse to smell that stench constantly, just because that person wouldn't give up and so he would shoot two birds with one stone. The next thing he said was taken as shock for the wizards that where in this room. Ichigo had said:

"I will help you with your problem and Voldemort…"

At that, almost all wizards cheered.

"…but on one condition."

At that time almost all the smiles fell from their faces, but before they could protest Dumbledore asked: "What is that condition?" Ichigo smiled, and truthfully answered:

"I want to enter your school and you could say, be a student. I am bored and this would be the most entertaining thing I have done in a long time."

At this, almost everyone jaw touched the ground, their mouths hanging wide open and / or were to shocked to even move. Dumbledore seemed to think about the condition for a second before he started to smile and nod. Then he asked how they should do this and to even his own surprise Ichigo said:

"Give me a list of what I need and lay it on the floor. I will take it and come at the beginning of the new semester as a transfer student. I will not tell you that it's me. You have to figure it out yourself or it won't be fun."

After they did what he had wanted them to do, they saw how the paper was moved from the ground and lifted in the air. After that there was a short airflow and the circle that they had just used to summon him stopped glowing. That and the letters disappearing the only signs that this being was gone

In hell a really happy Ichigo went from one corner to the next of his throne room and packed everything into his trunk, that wouldn't be full no matter how much one put in (It was really useful in times like these, even thought such adventures didn't happen as often as Ichigo wished them to). He also took a small purse that would create money regardless of the current and would never get empty; it could also only be used by him. He also created a bank account by the goblins in Gringotts, so it wouldn't look too suspicious and put a pretty big amount of money into his vault. He also let Nel, (he had taken her and her brothers in) with the help of her brothers, be his representative. At first she wanted to come with him, but he knew how to handle children. He had only needed to tell her that this was a really important mission that would help him greatly if she would do it and only she would be able to succeed this mission and she had already changed her mind, even thought it wasn't really that important since there wasn't much to do.

Now he was on his way to London, England where the semester started in around four weeks.

He was already looking forward to it.

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