Chapter 1

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Bleach are not mine. Credits to the owners.

Do you ever feel like breaking down?

Do you ever feel out of place

Like somehow you just don't belong

And no one understands you

Welcome to my life!

HARRY Potter's life with his relatives', the Dursley, have always been hell to him. From the moment he can remember, he had never, never ever felt happy nor safe with them (so much for the lies the headmaster had told him about how they love him).

Luckily for him, on his eleventh birthday, some sort of escape in the form of Hogwarts appeared. A whole new world, he thinks. Finally, a place where someone like him belongs. But alas for him and his luck, things didn't really turn up better.

With the threat of a madman after him and the unending life-threatening experiences he's been through in Hogwarts, Harry wonders if it would've been better if he didn't know anything about magic at all.

Harry sat staring outside his, once again, barred window wondering how things went wrong so easily and so quickly.

His third year on Hogwarts like the first two years was once again shitty as before. Yeah, like whatever dangers he went through on his first and second year wasn't enough. He had to experience another life-threatening, impossible things on his third year again.

He just can't understand how the supposed-to-be safest place in the wizarding world is put into constant dangerous situation over and over again and it have to be him (a child!) to deal with these situations.

And then there's his godfather. Just when he thought that he could finally be away from his relatives after knowing about his godfather, yet he was once again disappointed when his godfather left running away.

Taking a deep sigh, Harry finally laid down on the bed with a gurgling stomach because of hunger. He's hungry but it will be hell again tomorrow and he needs energy, so he forced himself not to feel and instead sleep.

CHORES the next day was once again grueling as ever. His relatives may have lessened their physical abuse with the knowledge of his supposed-to-be mass murderer godfather, but they didn't really hold back in making him suffer by starving him and adding more to his unending list of chores. It was a punishment they say, for what he did to his Aunt Marge.

Only a week at the Dursley and it feels longer to Harry. He was only allowed to eat few scrapes but he was forced to do chores everyday nonstop. He knows it was taking a toll on him. He was starting to shake in both hunger and fatigue. He had to stop more than once for a moment to hold himself together and not faint.

He's tired. Really, really tired and hungry. But he needs to keep going or his relatives will kill him for real this time.

THAT night, Uncle Vernon went home with the most horrible mood he ever had so Harry stirred away as far as he can to not incur his Uncle's wrath upon him and instead focus on cooking.

After putting the chicken on the oven, the last dish he has to cook for that night, Harry sat himself in the corner waiting for it to cook. For the first time on that day, he finally got to rest his tired and worn out body.

Minutes pass by and his eyes started to get heavy. He tried blinking his sleepiness and tiredness away a few times but lost in the end.

Harry didn't know how long he was asleep, but he was startled awake by a smell of something burning and the loud screech of his Aunt.

Scrambling up, Harry hurriedly went to the oven only to see the chicken burned to crisps when he opened it.

Horrified, Harry started shaking in fear upon hearing the thunderous footsteps of his Uncle nearing him.

"You good for nothing freak!" His Uncle bellowed, punching him on the face.

The force of the punch added to the weight of the fist of his Uncle is enough to made him pass out for a moment.

He was ready to just succumb to the darkness when he was kick in the stomach bringing him back to consciousness. Crying out in pain, Harry tried crawling away from his enraged Uncle, but he was caught and was pulled back to the living room by his hair, kicking and screaming.

His Uncle continued punishing him there by punching, kicking and whipping him with the head of the belt while his Aunt and cousin stayed on the corner watching. He kept screaming for help and for his Uncle to stop but was ignored.

Harry cried more. In an effort to stop his Uncle from whipping him, he accidentally kicked his Uncle's knee forcefully which send him stumbling down.

"You're fighting back now, huh freak? You've got some guts. After we took you in is this what we get back, you ungrateful freak?! Well then, it's better if you die instead!" His Uncle Vernon screamed in rage and then went rushing to the kitchen.

In a horrifying realization, Harry tried to reason out with his Uncle but it was already too late. When he got back, he was already carrying a knife aimed at Harry.

"What are you doing, Vernon?! Stop it!" His Aunt Petunia screech yet didn't make an effort to stop his advancing enrage Uncle but didn't seem to hear her.

Eyes wide in panic and fear, Harry saw the knife hastily coming down on him.

He was able to dodge the first stab and only wounded his shoulder, but he didn't have time to relax because his Uncle is trying to stab him again. This time he knew he's done for since his Uncle made sure he can't move anymore.

In the last ditch of self-preservation, Harry's magic broke hold and lashed out on Vernon flinging him through wall with a huge crack leaving him unconscious.

Petunia screamed in horror watching his husband's large body flew away from his freak nephew. Scared for her life and his son's, Petunia dragged his son towards his room hurriedly leaving his battered nephew alone in their living room.

Harry, seeing his unconscious Uncle and his Aunt and cousin running away, took this chance to run away too. but before he reached the door, he remembered his things locked away in cupboard under the stairs. He hurriedly came back and went to get his things; the universe is probably helping him because he was able to pry open the lock without effort. His trunk magically shrunken (without him knowing how but was not complaining) and pushing his battered body to its' limits, Harry ran out of the house with tears in his eyes never stopping and never looking back.

KUROSAKI Ichigo walked around the dark streets of England, taking in the unfamiliarity and the oddness of the carbon copied houses of the neighborhood, wondering how Orihime ended up planning this (long)vacation (their first ever vacation together after everything they've been through) when they know her preference in odd places.

Years after the battle with the Quincy, which thankfully they made out all alive, Ichigo and his friends is finally enjoying the peacefulness that they worked hard for.

Looking back now, it feels like it was a long time ago when they fought the Quincies. Well, maybe it is.

After the war, they helped with the rebuilding for a bit and then they focused on their individual life. Trying to regain the normality in their lives after fighting a war. But they didn't forget. Nothing can make them forget the things they experience and the bonds they shared.

He was snapped back in reality when someone slammed into him. The thing is, the force wasn't enough to budged him on his place and yet the body was thrown back forcefully.

Dropping the groceries he was carrying down, he scrambled to reach the body before it hit the ground.

AN: Welcome, to my very first ever fanfic. So this is going to a 2-chapters only trial run for now. i want to know everyone's opinion if I'll continue this, then i'll see where to go from there.

Expect craziness with a dash of weirdness. And I apologize in advance for my errors in this fanfic. I also accept constructive criticism.