Chapter 1 Black Cat's Rebirth

Summary: Captured while ensuring the escape of her falsely accused friend, Kisuke Urahara and his allies the Vizards; Yamamoto, Captain Commander of the Gotei 13 decided to use a morality and humility teaching punishment he had read about in one of the Marvel Comics his vice-captain enjoyed by stripping her of her powers and placing the cat-like captain into the body of an infant. However what he never saw coming was the girl becoming famous for the defeat of the European Soul Societies most hated menace or an old man leading a school of wizards attempting to turn her into a martyr for his own cause.

Hello everyone, I have here an idea for a Bleach-Harry Potter crossover that I got the idea for after re-watching the first Thor movie where you see Odin casting Thor out of Asgard to become a mortal until he understands his lesson… you guys get all that?

Good.

In this story, the main idea is a scenario where instead of getting away with Urahara and the Vizards during the Pendulum arc after the hollowification process and all that, Yoruichi was captured by Yamamoto before she could escape. Since she was the heiress of one of the higher ranked noble families, I have it where instead of executing her like the Central 46 idiots would probably like (Seriously, every single order they come up with when angered for some slight unless they're dealing with the captain commander is to issue out an execution); Yamamoto comes up with a punishment of where he basically stuffs Yoruichi into a child's body before said infant is born. In this case, she is reborn as Bastet Morgana Potter.

Lastly why I named her Bastet instead of Harry so that you lovers of the name Harry no matter the gender don't get into a hype, I do not feel comfortable calling a girl such a masculine name and no that does not make me sexist; the idea for her name came from the Egyptian Goddess of Cats, who I will actually be introducing later. The Bleach Canon will begin after this so she will be there in time for the invasion.

But that is it for now, I hope you enjoy this.

Soul Society, Maggot's Nest Prison

Yoruichi Shihouin, commander of the Omnikitsudo and Second Division of the prestigious Gotei Thirteen, sighed as her usually joyous golden eyes scanned the prison cell she had found herself sitting in upon awakening without a single bit of humor or enthusiasm in them.

The usually mischievous woman had failed to escape alongside her old friend and fellow captain, Kisuke Urahara, as they attempted to stop the execution of the hollowed captains by the biased and corrupt Central Forty-Six. The dark skinned woman had little doubt that her 'crimes' would most likely earn imprisonment instead of the order of execution that the assholes holding the judicial power of Soul Society always enjoyed handing out… the Shihouin clan could never bear to lose their most powerful and influential heiress in the past few hundred years.

"Yoruichi Shihouin," the voice of the old, but powerful man that commanded the entirety of the Gotei Thirteen said as the woman found herself staring at her captain-commander from where he stood outside the prison bars leaning on his staff. "Since you have shown no remorse towards your actions in aiding the escape of Urahara Kisuke and the rest of the traitors, I have been tasked with giving you your sentence by Central Forty-Six. You shall be banished from the Soul Society and your powers sealed until you have learned to repent for your crimes. You shall not be welcomed in the Seireitei or Rukongai until you have repented or your memories are restored to you. Your spiritual energy and all gifts given to you through its use shall be bound to mortal limits, and your status as heiress of the noble Shihouin clan and Captain of the Second Division will be withheld until you are fit to return among us," the ancient shinigami finished, slamming the butt of his staff onto the floor.

With that said, Genryusai Yamamoto didn't wait for her input on the matter as he raised the key given to him by the Royal Guard and channeling his spiritual energy sent the soul of the woman into the body of a child just being born… in England… inside a magical hospital.

Not knowing that she will become one of the most famous mortals within a year.

Surrey, England; May 23rd, 1986

A tiny tan skinned girl of about six years found herself being thrown out the front door of her aunt's home by her fat lard of an uncle after the man decided that he was fed up with all the reports of strange happenings going on at her and her cousin's school. The large walrus of a man stood in the doorway, his fat face as usual purpled with rage after reading about how she had somehow appeared on the other side of the school's fence when his son's little 'gang' was picking on her.

This was the girl's uncle on her mother's side, Vernon Dursley.

"AND DON'T EVEN THINK OF COMING BACK, YOU BLASTED FREAK OF NATURE!" Vernon roared, getting his black haired niece to glare at him while his overweight son and horse-necked wife cowered behind the open kitchen door, not daring to make a move least they anger the older man.

"Go to hell, you goddamned fatass!" Bastet Potter shouted with her natural yellow eyes blazing in absolute rage as she clutched her injured wrist to her chest, the bone in her forearm having snapped from when she had stuck her hands out to stop from hitting the concrete of the house's driveway. Her shout caught the man off guard at the use of words he was surprised she even knew for someone her age and she took that time to run down the street away from the abusive home that had made her life hell since she had come to live with them and had cast her out.

The raven haired girl could hear her uncle's enraged shouts about being disrespected by a freak behind her, but she kept running, not once looking back at the place that had been a living hell ever since she had been placed there after her parent's deaths by some mystery person; tears flowing down her face as her arm mended itself with a greenish glow that always showed up when she wasn't in the presence of her relatives.

This six year old girl was Bastet Morgana Potter, and she was absolutely sick of the abuse and pain her so-called family had given her for the past five years of her life.

Millheugh Bridge, Larkhall, Scotland; August 1st, 1991

Bastet smiled as she shifted through all of the items she had just liberated from the convenience store several blocks away whose manager had thought it smart to hit her just because she looked like a bum in her old clothes.

Just yesterday the scion of the Potter family had just turned eleven and had decided to rob the formerly mentioned store of any sweets and soda for the occasion. Giving a bright smile to the four year old girl sitting to her right, she gave her a bag of skittles, getting a happy giggle from the grey eyed girl in return.

This was Artemis; a young black haired girl Bastet had found during one of her many forages through trash in order to find any type of food to fill her hungry stomach. Rubbing the happily humming girl on the head as they shared the food Bast had taken, the older girl smiled fondly at the memory of how she had met her little sister.

Flashback – Liverpool, England; July 1st, 1987

One year has passed since the day that her abusive relatives cast her out onto the street, and the now seven year old Bastet Potter was still as thin as she had been when she left her uncle's home, but she had by now shot up by four inches in height, leaving her at a nice four feet six inches. Instead of her gangly state before leaving the Dursley residence, her body now had a thin layer of muscle from the constant running she had performed to get away from angry shop owners that cursed her existence whenever she stole from them in order to not go hungry. Her formerly messy neck-length hair had now grown down to her shoulders in a way of showing freedom from the abusive rule of Vernon Dursley, though for some reason it kept arcing slightly to look like she had cat ears. She was currently dressed in a brown leather coat that reached her knees and the sleeves went past her hands that she had stolen from a drunken homeless man that had attacked her a few months ago, along with tattered black sweatpants she had found when raiding a dumpster and an orange t-shirt that had a kitten's face on it, and a pair of mud caked white running shoes she had found with the shirt.

Currently, the young girl was scrounging for some food in the dumpster behind a McDonald's restaurant. While diving for a second time into the dumpster after finding a surprisingly intact and not rotten hamburger complete with fries, Bastet suddenly heard an infant's crying and upon shifting some of the garbage around the area, her topaz eyes went wide with disbelief.

There lying in a bunch of trash with only a small pink blanket to stay warm was an infant girl. The Potter girl immediately swore in disbelief at the fact that the baby looked so new to the world that its skin was still bright red from birth if what she read in some books she had once found was correct and its tiny eyes were squeezed shut as if in pain. On the baby's head was a tuft of black hair similar to her own color.

'What kind of sick bastard would leave a newborn baby outside in the freezing cold!?' The seven year old snarled in her head as she gently picked the baby girl up while grabbing a large bag that she had seen in her earlier dive. Upon making sure that the blanket was wrapped snuggly around the now quiet baby she wrapped her left foot's sock around the baby's head, remembering about the head being where most of the body's warmth leaked out of. It wasn't much considering Bastet didn't really have a place to call home, but it would keep the girl warm for a little while, at least until the older female could find her some decent clothes.

The baby's cries had by then ended and her small eyes had opened to stare at the girl holding her in wonder, Bastet marveling at the baby's beautiful grey eyes and cooed at the baby getting a small giggle from the child in return.

"Hello there cutie," Bastet said with a wide smile as the baby cooed her again. "I think I will name you Artemis, after the moon. I read about it in a book!"

Once getting what appeared to be a giggle of agreement from the newborn, the tan skinned girl looked around the immediate area before grabbing the food she had found and running off in order to find out what was acceptable for babies to eat. Her new companion falling asleep after a short while of realizing that the girl was no longer looking at her.

Flashback end

Tickling the now four year old with her fingers as they rolled around after finishing the food they had obtained for the older girl's birthday and storing the rest for later, Bast was able to get a giggle from the girl as they rolled about with Bastet ending up on top while tickling Artemis' feet.

However just as the younger girl was about to get her older surrogate sister back for the tickle torture, Artemis let loose a gasp at something that was behind the tan skinned girl and quickly hid behind her older sister, making the older girl look back to find what had scared her baby sister, ready to fight if need be only to have her jaw drop at the sight that greeted her.

It was a strange bird that looked like a big red and yellow chicken.

It was carrying a letter.

The older girl of the duo placed a firm hand on her sister's shoulder, hugging her to her body while they made their way closer to the strange bird before she took the letter from the creature, silently wondering why somebody would use something so obvious to send a letter.

What happened next would change the lives of the two girls forever.

The two of them disappeared from beneath the lonely bridge in Scotland after experiencing an uncomfortable tug in their guts only to find themselves reappearing outside a small house in England.

A small house that looked very familiar to one Bastet Morgana Potter.

They were in the front yard of a familiar house that the memory of gave Bast nightmares that only her baby sister could calm.

The house itself appeared to be vacant due to there being no sign of any cars or life inside the house, along with several of the plants she remembered being in the garden having withered and died.

Artemis stayed very close to her older sister as the older girl looked around her with the eyes of a hawk, prepared to encounter anything that might come out at them from the darkness that the nighttime had cast over the place. Bastet had a bad feeling about what was about to happen before her eyes fell onto a massive man that was staring at them from under the porchlight of the house she dreaded and confusion filled the topaz orbs.

"Who the heck are you?"

The large, hairy man gave a hearty chuckle at the confused tone the girl had taken as if she should know who exactly the giant man should be, causing his massive chest to shake while Bast made sure to keep Artemis behind her. Despite being tall for her age, Bastet was like a tiny kitten in comparison to this stranger.

"'m Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper o' the keys and grounds of Hogwarts," the man said with a deep chuckle before looking around in confusion as if just noticing something despite being there all day. "Er. Where're yer aunt an' uncle, Bast?"

Unseen by the large man as he looked about for the absence of the girl's supposed guardians, the young girl's features morphed into a dark glare as anger filled her. "So you're with the idiots who left me with those pieces of filth. Where the hell were you people all this time!?"

Hagrid flinched.

"Professor McGonagall woul' scrub yer mouth fer yer language lassy. Er, who's the kid?" He asked as he noticed the younger girl hiding behind the eleven year old he had been sent to meet, getting the girl to stiffen at the younger girl being seen by this unknown and hid the cowering Artemis behind her from the giant man's gaze.

"She's no one!" Bast snarled as she prepared to fight the man in-case he tried to take her little sister away from her. "If you try to take her from me, I will rip your eyes out of your skull and stuff them down your throat so you can watch as I rip open your carcass!"

Hagrid once again flinched as he held his massive hands up in an attempt to calm the angry girl and show that he had no intention of doing that. "I ain' goin' teh take 'er away from yeh, miss. Professor Dumbledore just tol' meh tha' I was ta come teh take yeh teh Diagon Alley, Ms. Bast."

"Why would somebody send you to pick up a street rat?" Bastet asked with a frown in the man's direction. "How did we even get here to begin with?! Last I knew we were in Scotland!"

"Er, alrighty then," Rubeus said as he ignored the awkward question given to him by the pre-teen, wondering what she meant by street rat when she was supposed to be living with her aunt and uncle like Dumbledore had planned when he had first given her to the older man. "We're goin' teh get yer supplies then. Follow me!"

Bastet merely grumbled, the tanned girl not seeing a way out of this, but she picked Artemis up onto her back in case they needed to run quickly and began following the strange man away from the home of the people that had shunned her.

In preparation to go to the magic school that Hagrid had told them about on their trip to London on his big ass flying motorcycle, someplace called Hogwarts, that had sent that weird chicken that the half-giant had told her was Fawkes, the headmaster's pet phoenix, to get her to attend, Bastet and Artemis found themselves in the British version of a magical shopping district called Diagon Alley to get her supplies that were on a list in the letter she had taken from the phoenix. They consisted of an old fashioned trunk, a uniform that made her want to puke over the lack of individuality, a pet of her choice, a wand and several books.

Leading them around alongside Hagrid was an older dark skinned boy named Lee Jordan, a nice boy who had a mischievous glint in his eye that was apparently going to be a third year when they arrived at the school; currently he was informing the two girls of the four houses that Hogwarts had, along with his opinion about who would be in the prefects this year and had already gotten on Artemis' good side by giving the four year old a tootsie roll that he had nicked off of an older witch when the two of them showed an interest in a prank he had planned to play when he got to the school.

Let it be known that Bastet and her corruptible little Artemis were worshippers of the Norse god of trickery, Loki… though Artemis didn't exactly understand what it was about yet… who they found out about in a religion section of an old library and as such Bast usually liked playing pranks on the shop keepers or citizens of towns the sisters had passed through, Artemis helping some of the time.

Ah, how she loved the sound of self-entitled pricks screaming in the morning…

First stop on their list was a place called Gringotts; that Lee had told them was an international wizarding bank that was run by goblins of all things that was spread over a large part of the world.

Oh, and something that was already ticking the tan skinned girl off was the fact that apparently she was rather famous in the magical communities as their little group discovered from the patrons of the Leaky Cauldron. Hagrid himself had informed her that she was famous for slaying some fellow named Voldemort that fancied himself a god at the ripe old age of one. This Voldemort fella had murdered her mother and father for the simple crime of standing against his blood supremacy regime and had tried to kill her too, but somehow failed when his curse had rebounded on him.

Reminded her slightly of the Adolf Hitler fellow she had read about during one of the times she and Artemis had broken into a library for a night.

The scion of the Potter family honestly didn't give a shit for the fame given to her by these backwards people, seriously they wore robes that looked like they came directly from the Dark Ages instead of the modern era and a grown man with red hair that was most likely in his mid to late forties had been fawning over normal every day electronics like he had never seen such a thing before; as such she had arranged her hair to cover the part of her forehead that bore the mark that made her famous, already cursing the lightning shaped scar.

She hated being the center of attention when she had done nothing to earn said fame.

What's so fun about having a bloody lightning bolt carved into your skull after your parents were just murdered by some psycho in a bathrobe?

Artemis herself was busy marveling at the vibes and different colors of the marketplace, stars appearing in her wondrous steel-grey eyes as she took in the sight of many different witches and wizards walking about the place. When they entered the bank, the four year old commented on how tiny the Goblins were, happy that she found something that was her height that walked on two legs.

Oh how Bastet was going to tease her for that later on.

After Bast's identity was confirmed by the bank's head goblin, Minnakht, with a test using something he called a blood-stone and Bastet was given the key for her vault that Hagrid for some reason had on him, something she gleefully liberated from the half-giant and they went down into the caverns on a rickety car after agreeing to meet up with Lee after they were finished with their transactions.

The mountain of gold, silver and bronze that filled her personal vault astonished her; she had never seen that much money before.

She was equally astonished to learn that it was all hers.

"How much is'n there?" Artemis asked with astonishment in her young grey eyes, surprised at the amount of shiny things. "So much shiny!"

After the whole banking experience and finding out that she had more money in her vault than her former family had made in their entire careers, along with making Artemis an adopted member of her father's family, the small group moved on to get Bast's stuff for Hogwarts like her uniforms and a pet. The black haired Potter heiress decided on a golden colored cat that she decided to name Sakhmet after the Egyptian Goddess Bast's alter ego. Once she had been fitted for her school robes that still made her want to hurl due to how much they gave the feeling of an identity crisis, they proceeded on to locate the rest of the supplies before they finished up by heading into a wand shop.

An excited Lee led their small group into Ollivander's Wand Shop while Hagrid went to pick something up at the request of Dumbledore and met the owner, an old man with white hair named Garrick Ollivander. He greeted them rather warmly and asked Lee how his wand was working, getting an answer that it was alright. The dreadlocked boy then motioned to the reason he was in the shop, getting Ollivander to look over at Bastet and the ever wondrous Artemis.

Sadly as they would find out through a search of the wands given to her by the old wand maker, none of the wands would work for her with each and every one giving off an odd objection to their use, ranging from exploding glass, lighting Lee's hair on fire and lastly the splinters that were once Ollivander's desk. Artemis herself was glaring at the older girl for giving her a pair of black kitten ears that stuck up out of her hair that made her utterly adorable, getting a snicker from Lee once he managed to put the fire in his hair out without too much damage being done to his dreadlocks and having the nice Ollivander use a spell to regrow the missing ones.

After another few more wands and getting similar results along with a grumble about replacing the window from the old man, the wand maker decided to go to the back to search through his more rare and personal stock; before retreating from the area back to the front with a wand of straight-grained light brown wood carved with Celtic designs and smooth white wood making up the length outside the handle with two rings of light brown wood around the middle.

The instant it was placed in her hands by the old wand maker, it felt like she was shaking hands with a friend she hadn't seen in a long time. She waved it and the air warmed up around her like spring had come early and had wrapped the room in its warm embrace with Artemis' cat ears disappearing along with all of the glasses in the man's shop fixing themselves, though it appeared to do nothing in terms of the destroyed desk.

"Very interesting," Ollivander commented as he looked about his shop at the effects of the newest wand in her possession, before turning back to the girl when she asked what it was made of. Taking it from her, he hummed as the room became slightly colder while he looked the stick of wood over. "Ah, I made this one a long time ago for another wizard; however he killed by the Dark Lord before He-who-must-not-be-named came to be before he could use it to its fullest potential. I made it from a Rowan tree that sat on Holy Land that had been set up for the old gods of Ireland and if I remember correctly, the core is made from a sliver of the legendary spear, Gae Bolg, the cursed spear wielded by Ireland's Child of Light, Cu Chulainn."

Ollivander proceeded to tell the interested girl some of the lore behind how the wand had come to be as they waited for Hagrid to return and Lee ran over to his beautiful mother when she showed up; the two girls seeing where he got the mischievous streak from at the sight of the glint in the woman's almond colored eyes. As soon as their half-giant escort returned from whatever he was tasked with doing, occasionally patting his coat pocket as if making sure that whatever it was, was still there; the eleven year old picked out a leather holster that would be used to hold her wand to her hip and she paid the wand maker for both the wand and holster, as well as enough to pay for a new desk and they walked back to the Leaky Cauldron where they would be waiting for when it came time to board the train.

Leaky Cauldron; September 1st, 1991

"Get away from me," Yoruichi growled at yet another one of her supposed fans as she hugged a frightened Artemis to her body to keep her away from a short woman that resembled a toad that gave the older girl a bad vibe. "You people are crazy!"

"And who's this little cutie?" The ugly witch clad in a shade of pink that burned at the retinas in Bast's eyes asked, cooing at the frightened Artemis, appearing to not understand that she was intruding on their personal space. Bastet proceeded to shift her body even more so that her baby sister was farther away from the pink clad toad, and she bared her white teeth at the confused woman.

"Artemis is my little sister, now leave us alone!" She growled out.

The woman, who she had found out, was named Umbridge by another annoyed bar patron who had told her to leave the girls alone, jumped at the younger girl's harsh tone, and her toadish face twisted in a mix of annoyance and confusion.

"But you don't have a little sister!" Umbridge exclaimed in a condescending tone as if she were talking to a bratty child that was no older than six instead of the eleven year old girl sitting before her. "The Potters only had one child before they were killed!"

"She's my adopted sister," Bastet said slowly in the same fashion she had just been talked to, making the woman turn as pink as her outfit, before the toad found herself being pushed aside by Hagrid when the half-giant finally came down from his room and had noticed who was talking to his charge.

Everything that was considered a half-breed by magical standards hated the woman on principal for her racist ideals.

"Now, now, that's enough outta you. Com' on Bastet, Arte', we gotta get goin' if we wan' ta make it to teh train 'n time!" Hagrid said in his usual cheerful tone, getting a grateful Bast and Artemis to look up at him while the Umbridge lady sent a look of disgust towards the half-giant as if he were beneath her. The two girls having come to like the friendly half-giant after he went through the process of insuring that his current charge was able to keep her little sister at the school as long as Artemis spent the day when her sister was in classes with a teacher or Hagrid.

Quickly making their way to King's Cross station via a muggle, as Hagrid called normal people, cab. Artemis was in awe of the train while Bast looked on, impressed upon finding themselves staring at a majestic crimson colored steam train that had the words 'Hogwarts Express' on the front of the engine while hundreds of kids Bastet's age and older swarmed onto the red contraption to find seats, many waving goodbye to their parents and families.

It was Lee who spotted Bastet after Hagrid had left the two confused girls to get their belongings on the train and waved to the eleven and four year old girls. Artemis brightened up immediately on seeing the one she had dubbed as the candy supplier and headed straight for the older dark skinned boy.

The first few carriages were already packed with bustling students, new and old, many hanging out of the windows on the side of the corridor to say goodbye to their families and some were fighting over seats in the front area. Lee and the girls quickly made their way down the platform in search of an empty seat. As they did, the trio passed a round-faced boy who was saying, "Gran, I've lost my toad again."

"Oh, Neville," the old woman dressed with what appeared to be a vulture on her hat sighed in response to who apparently was grandson.

The dark skinned, dreadlock armed prankster helped Bastet put her enlarged trunk up in a metal rack above their seat in an empty compartment before Lee ran off to find his two friends, Gred and Forge, whom he had mentioned to them in Diagon Alley when the train began moving along to begin its journey to the school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Halfway into the ride, a boy Bast's age with red hair popped his head into the compartment.

"Mind if I sit here? Everywhere else is full," he claimed when he noticed the two girls, his eyes becoming lidded as if he thought of wooing the tan skinned girl.

What he got instead was Bastet cocking her head to look at him after she had looked up from her copy of 'Hogwarts: A History' that she had taken from her trunk to occupy her time once Artemis fell asleep.

"That's odd," She began as she cocked a black eyebrow in his direction. "According to the part I just read in Hogwarts: a History, the train has an enchantment to add on compartments to accommodate the large number of students in case there are more than can be seated."

The ginger gained a scowl and he eventually left after not being able to make the girl see things from his point of view, but not before he managed to anger Bastet enough in that he gained a black eye from a thrown book after a sexist comment.

It wasn't long before Artemis woke up upon smelling the candy in the trolley outside the compartment with her abnormally sharp nose and the girls were soon pigging out on the strange candy the wizards had thought up. Artemis had developed an immediate love for the chocolate frogs her older sister had purchased and was currently fighting a miniature war with one that had managed to evade the four year old's attempts to get the chunk of animated chocolate in her mouth.

"They really do mean every flavor," Bastet said after a short while of watching her sister in amusement when she had popped a green colored jelly bean into her mouth to find out that it tasted just like grass.

They were about to continue their feast once Artemis quit laughing when Bastet got her back with a vomit bean, when a girl with bushy brown hair and inquisitive eyes popped into the compartment asking about a toad, unwittingly letting Artemis' prey in the form of a chocolate frog flee through the open door much to the black haired four year old's dismay.

"Um, I think there might be an advanced spell that can summon things from what I read in a book Lee gave me a few days ago," the older of the two said as she looked to the girl that had interrupted their fun. "Perhaps the older students know it."

"Of course!" Hermione declared as she smacked her forehead in annoyance from forgetting about something being possible. "How could I forget the summoning charm? I'm sure the one of the fourth years know it!"

She immediately ran out before coming back with a quick 'thank you' to her fellow first year and closing the door in a much quieter fashion than when she had first left.

The silence continued for another hour in which Bastet was busy playing a game of war with enchanted cards that she had nicked from an older student wearing some weird badge who had similar red hair to the boy who first came to their compartment with her baby sister when they found the door opening for a third time.

This time there were three boys in the doorway with one at the front who was the apparent leader who had sleek white-blond hair and cold grey eyes, a pale complexion and rather sharp pointed features; the sneer on his face for some reason just grating on the tan skinned girl's nerves. The goons on either side of the shorter boy however didn't share the look of intelligence in the other boy's eyes with a dull look on their chubby faces.

"I've heard that some older students have been saying that the famous Bastet Potter is on the train."

Bastet's features immediately lit up in annoyance as her yellow eyes stared coldly at the trio, the eleven year old glad that her scar was hidden under her hair. "What's your point? Who cares about who that is or why they're here?"

"Clearly you don't know who you are talking to, Mudblood. Everyone in the magical world knows who Bastet Potter is," the blond sneered at the tan skinned girl, obviously not recognizing exactly who he was talking to before he started to look around the immediate area for his elusive quarry.

"Who is she?" Artemis chirped from her spot opposite of her sister, getting a startled look from all three of the boys at the fact that there was a girl much younger than the age limit for Hogwarts on the train.

"She is the Girl-who-lived!" The boy they still didn't know the name of exclaimed as if insulted. "She is the only person to survive the killing curse and the person who killed the Dark Lord!"

"And?" Bastet asked with a cocked eyebrow, not caring about the wizard's idea of her when they never even met her.

The pale blond ended up giving her a stumped look at how unimpressed the girl was. "Um, she's the most famous underage witch alive right now."

"I'm sorry, but I really don't see what your point is," the tan skinned girl replied. "Who are you anyway?"

"I'm Draco. Draco Malfoy," the blond boy said in a pompous tone that reminded her of her uncle's 007 shows he used to watch before he kicked her out of the house, then the blond motioned to the boys behind him. "This is Crabbe and Goyle."

"This is my little sister Artemis and I am Bastet Potter."

Draco's features paled as he realized that he had insulted the person he had been searching for as her piercing yellow gaze stared steadily at him. Luckily for the two girls, Draco left quickly after a small course of stammering and trying to regain his composure at the idea that he had most likely annoyed or angered the person he had come to make connections with on his father's orders.

The sisters quickly found themselves bored after that, until the trolley lady came around again before leaving with the knowledge that she would need to restock on the chocolate frogs that had been left behind with one carnivorous Artemis Potter.

On the boat ride to the castle after being separated from the older students at the train station by the cheerful half-giant that had collected the two girls, Bastet quickly became friends with a stuttering boy named Neville Longbottom. Neville as she found out during the relatively short trip had a love for herbology, the study of plants as she would learn later, that he couldn't exactly express in front of others because of his lack of self-esteem that he had gained from living with his extremely strict and forceful grandmother.

The tan skinned girl and her sister had fun swapping stories with the boy, the other inhabitant of their boat, the same bushy haired girl from earlier being shocked to find out that her soon-to-be classmate and her sister had been living on the streets until recently.

Upon entering the Great Hall, most of the eleven year old children were scared out of their minds or excited after seeing the display of ghosts flying through the walls past them, Bastet feeling a slight twinge in the back of her head at the sight of them as if she was supposed to know something important. Upon being lined up, Bastet and Artemis didn't really pay any attention to what old lady that had introduced herself as McGonagall had been saying.

At least Neville was happy now after Hagrid gave him his toad.

Upon entering, the tan skinned Potter found herself in line with her little sister at her side behind a boy with a brighter head of blond hair than Malfoy… were those whiskers on his cheeks? The redhead that had annoyed her at the beginning of the train ride was right behind her, and the first years found themselves walked through a pair of great thick double doors made out of ancient oak into the Great Hall.

Bast had to admit, the place was interesting if you were into the medieval vibe it gave off; the hall itself was lit by over a hundred floating candles that hovered over four long tables that were filled with the older students.

Bastet could see Lee sitting at the table that had a large lion covered tapestry floating above it and talking to two mischievous twin redheads.

The tables were covered with glittering plates and old fashioned cups, any thieves' dream robbery. At the end of the massive hall was another table that the teachers were sitting at. The old lady that had talked to them before was quick to lead the first years up to where they stood in front of the teacher's podium.

Bast watched with interest, wondering how this sorting ceremony was supposed to work, as Professor McGonagall placed a conjured four-legged stool in front of the line of first years. On top of the stool she placed an old ratty patched up pointed wizard's hat that began singing of all things… horribly if she might add…

McGonagall now stepped forward holding a long roll of parchment. "When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," she said. "Abbott, Hannah!"

The hat called out Hufflepuff rather loudly for the girl before McGonagall called out other names in alphabetical order starting with their last names while Hannah ran off to a table with a Badger themed banner above it.

One by one they found themselves on the stool to be sorted by the weird singing hat, many a new student walking away with a scared look on their faces making Bastet wonder if it had been singing soft nothings to them.

Some of the more snobbish looking kids went to Slytherin, like Crabbe and Goyle.

"Granger, Hermione!"

The bushy haired girl they had met earlier quickly ran up making Bastet smile, at least she knew the girl's name now. Hermione quickly and eagerly sat down the stool and jammed the hat onto her head in excitement.

"RAVENCLAW!"

For some reason the tan skinned Potter could tell that Hermione wasn't exactly pleased with that choice.

If the jealous look she sent to the Lion themed table was any indication.

When Neville was called, the two Potter girls got to watch him trip a couple times on his way to the stool. The hat took a long time to decide with the boy as if wondering whether or not to suck his brains out or not, making him sweat in fear. When it finally shouted out "GRYFFINDOR," Bast's newest friend quickly ran off still wearing it, forcing the green wearing woman to retrieve it from a thoroughly embarrassed Longbottom who was trying to ward the snickers of his table away from him.

Draco swaggered forward with a pompous air as if he owned the world when his name was called by the singing hat and it barely touched his nearly white hair when it screamed, "SLYTHERIN!" leading to Malfoy joining Crabbe and Goyle at the snake themed table, looking pleased with himself as if he had won some great award.

After that everything proceeded quickly and an Asian girl was called up before being sent to Hufflepuff and a brutish looking girl was sorted into Slytherin. It took a little while of sorting through the first years before they got to her name.

"Potter, Bastet!"

The girl immediately scowled as the hall went silent and whispers suddenly broke out from all over the hall, before with some amusement of seeing Lee's face of dawning understanding she walked forward to the stool with over a hundred eyes locked onto her and her little sister. Said little sister clinging to Bast due to not being used to this much attention.

"The Bastet Potter?"

"Did she say Potter?"

"I can't see her! Where is she!?"

"Is that a little kid?"

As soon as she sat on the stool, the tan girl found her view of the curious faces of the students blacked when the hat fell over her eyes and she found herself looking at its inky black insides.

'Hmm!'

No matter what her little sister was viable to say later on, even if it was witnessed by several of the students staring at her… she did not squeak at all!

'You have quite the impressive mind here,' the voice that had startled her said. 'You are brave, loyal, cunning, mischievous and quite intelligent. You would fit into any house that resides in this school! Which house would you like to go in? There are just so many options to give.'

"The hell?" Bast asked as she gripped the edges of the stool tightly, slowly calming down from being startled. 'Are you honestly reading my mind?'

'Yes, yes I am.'

'Pick a damn house, now,' the girl snarled at the hat, not really enjoying the idea of something rooting through her private thoughts as if she were an open book.

'Alright, alright if you insist, just remember that there is no turning back from this,' the hat said theatrically which made Bast beginning wondering if the knives on the table could more holes in the hat, unknowingly making it speed up. 'With the heart and will of the king of beasts residing in you, it has to be…'

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Bast ripped the hat off of her head upon hearing the words yelled out for all to hear and walked quickly toward the cheering Gryffindor table with Artemis in her shadow after being waved at by Lee where he was sitting with two redheads who looked to be twins and shoving the invasive hat into McGonagall's hands. She was only slightly amused that she had gotten the loudest cheer out of all those called, the girl still too annoyed at the thought of that thing going through her memories to be properly excited.

An older looking redhead with a badge that she vaguely remembered as the boy she stole the cards from got up and went to shake her hand but she kept her hands in their place of hugging Artemis to her body, making him look rather foolish while the twins next to Lee were yelling whilst doing a form of a happy dance that amused the eldest Potter girl, "We got Potter! We got Potter!"

Bastet quickly found herself sitting down between the twins and Neville along with being on the opposite side of the table as a ghost with a weird ruffle style shirt that she'd seen earlier.

On a brighter note, the two girls could now see the teacher's table now and there, sitting in the center of the table, sitting in a large gold throne, was an old man that Bast recognized from Hagrid's descriptions as Albus Dumbledore, supposedly the most powerful wizard of the modern era.

McGonagall proceeded to call even more names after everyone calmed down from their excitement at the sight of the famous Potter girl. The ginger from the train was called forward looking like he was going to be sick, making Bastet snort at the name of Ronald, the old McDonald had a farm song playing in her head.

Bast found herself even further amused when a second later the hat had shouted, "SLYTHERIN!" much to the complete shock of who she guessed to be his older siblings by the looks on their faces.

McGonagall took that time to roll up her scroll after sorting one final boy into Slytherin and waved her wand, dispelling the stool as she took the hat to set it behind the Headmaster's chair.

The really old man proceed to get to his feet, shushing the talk of the students with the single movement of opening his arms wide, as if he was a grandfather welcoming all of his grandchildren home.

It was a little creepy to see an old man that excited over children…

As such Artemis found herself being hugged closer to Bastet's side…

"Welcome, welcome," were the first words out of the man's mouth. "To yet another year at our beloved Hogwarts! Before we begin our great and filling banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are; Ludon! Lard! Nitwit! Maurice! Thank you!" He sat back down.

Everybody except for the very confused clapped and cheered.

Bast glanced down and was surprised to see food appear on her plate out of nowhere. Appearing all over the table were plates of roast duck, chicken, broccoli and steak, braughtwurst, sausages, bacon and potatoes, fries, several different types of pudding, asperagrass, carrots, bread and ketchup.

There was even sushi!

Artemis was already drooling at the sight of the food.

When everyone had eaten as much as they could, the remains of the food disappeared from the plates, leaving them as clean as they had been before the feast. However Bastet found herself looking on in horror as every dessert you could think of appeared, she had to swat Artemis' hand before the girl leapt full force into the pudding… she never wanted to see the four year old on that big of a sugar high again…

As everyone got even more comfortable with the fattening foods set out for them to eat, the people around her talked about their families and compared themselves to each other. However close to her side of the table, she could hear the plans of the twin gingers to cause chaos in the morning with a prank that she made sure to listen to in order to maybe avoid or join in.

Finally after finding that more talking was taking place instead of eating, the desserts disappeared like their earlier counterparts and the creepy old man headmaster got to his feet again, causing silence to fill the hall.

"Ahem," he began, silencing the few stragglers. "I only have a few more words to say now that we are all fed and watered before we send you off to bed. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you. All first years should take notice that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. As a few of our older students would do well to remember due to an accident they may or may not have run into last year." At that remark, Dumbledore's eyes flashed in the direction of the Weasley twins and a certain Lee, "I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, our beloved caretaker, to remind everyone that magic should not be used between classes in the corridors, at all and finally, I must stress to all of you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."

Bast immediately gave a blink, wondering why the hell a school that was supposedly prestigious enough to use some teleporting mail to make her come would have a hallway of death. 'The hell is wrong with these people?'

"And without further ado," the old man Bast wasn't entirely sure to be sane continued. "I wish you the fondest of dreams tonight, now off you trot."

Seemingly as one, the collected students of the four house stood and began following the people who had badges on their chests that wore their house's colors. The boy she had nicked the cards from as she would find his name to be Percy later was already bellowing like he was some kind of king… she was so going to prank him later and if what she could see from the mischievous grins sent his way by the twins, so would they.

Shortly after arriving in a tower behind the painting of an overly obese woman with a horrible voice, Bastet and Artemis quickly found their bed and fell asleep as soon as they hit the admittedly soft bed; not even bothering to change out of their clothes, the entire set of events from the past few weeks finally making them hit rock bottom.

Hello everyone! This here is my replacement for my Yoruichi D. Monkey story that you all for some reason beyond imagination hated. I came up with this idea as mentioned earlier after watching Thor and the Bleach Pendulum Arc close to the same time. Also so no one throws a hissy fit about canon and timelines, Yoruichi will have graduated from Hogwarts by the time comes around for Ichigo to storm the almighty soul society for his stolen midget lover!

Yoruichi or Bastet if you will, will be regaining her soul reaper powers over the course of the seven years slowly even if she has no idea what they are and I have a surprise for next chapter that will cure where she will be staying since I am making Dumbledore an ass that will try to control her and put her back with the things that can't be counted as family.

Next up my next chapter for this and a couple others might take a little time to come up because I am working off of my cousin's computer since mine had the misfortune of being stolen. So yeah, please be patient and have a nice day.

So yeah, please be nice and review once you're done reading.

Have fun, Iskander Mandoraekon, Ja Ne!