disclaimer: I don't own any of the following source material: Harry potter or Bleach. I hope I do not have to say this again.


14/2/1988, Harry age seven

In a small neighborhood in Surrey, on the road privet drive, everything was normal. Everything, that is, except within the cupboard under the stairs, in house number four. Within that space, a most unusual effect was occurring, as a small undernourished child formed a ball out of what looked like light between his hands. This was Harry potter, and the ball was made out of reiatsu, or spirit pressure. The boy was sweating with exertion, his hands shaking as he tried to learn the most basic skill of the Quincy.

Now you might be wondering a few things, such as what's a quincy, why is Harry training to become one, and more importantly, why was he in a cupboard? Well to answer these questions in one shot, we must go back a week, to when the last Potter made easily the best misunderstanding in all of existence.


Harry potter was an orphan, who was left on the doorstep of his aunt Petunia's house on a cold November night at 15 months old. His parents were, according to his aunt and uncle, drunken layabouts who died in a car crash that also gave him a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead.

life was difficult for the child, as his relatives spread rumours that he was a delinquent, a lie encouraged by his ratty clothes and poor grades. the clothes were his obese cousin's hand me downs, and the grades, similarly, were because of Dudley Dursley. Harry rapidly learned that his only remaining family hated him for some perceived 'freakishness' as they put it, this apparently including being even remotely intelligent. Luckily all the concussions petunia gave him from outscoring Dudley in tests didn't cause permanent damage, although Harry was sure they wished otherwise.

The bullying didn't help either. Most kids didn't like Dudley or his little group of minions- I mean friends, however none were willing to get on their bad side through befriending Harry. Of course, this actually worked out in his favour here; giving him time to read copious amounts of literature, both fiction and not, in both the school and neighborhood library that would have been taken up by friends. Admittedly this was fairly lonely, but the orphaned child worked with what he got.

Speaking of literature, this brings us to another of the points of interest about young Harry potter. See, as Harry grew up, he noticed that seemingly impossible things tended to happen when he was feeling strong emotions (unknown to him these were his magic capabilities manifesting themselves). An example of this would be when he regrew his mop of hair from a buzz cut in a single night. Further proof of concept would be currently, as Harry was getting chased by his cousin and friends before Harry, jumping behind a dumpster leaned up against a wall, seemingly teleported to the dark room of the spare book storage area of the nearest non school library.

What makes this important however was that it was delivery day, and sitting right on top of a box in the direct sight of the unknowing wizard, was the newest volume of Bleach. Excited to continue witnessing his favourite story unfold Harry put what just happened behind him, picked it up and began to read. However, he paused in shock as his mind came screeching back upon learning the latest antagonist's, the stern ritter's, form of teleportation: traveling through shadows, sounding suspiciously like what he did not ten minutes earlier.

With this, dots started connecting in Harry's mind; his parents weren't drunks, they were Quincy, humans capable of manipulating spiritual energy! They were probably killed in a hollow attack, and the Dursleys know something about it! It should be pointed out that while the general ideas Harry thought of were in fact correct, the specifics were not. Energy powers? Yes, but he was a wizard not a quincy. His parents were purposefully killed, but it wasn't by a corrupted soul. The Dursleys were partially aware of what he was and why he was there.

Of course, this doesn't matter in the long run, as while the events in the manga Bleach have never occurred, and possibly never will, the settings and powers do. They are merely out of reach from a difference in energy frequency. It is this difference, in fact, that results in wizard ghosts not being in danger of hollowfication further than a mischievous poltergeist. Indeed, were a young wizard child to completely misunderstand his own nature, it would be simple really for the malleable nature of accidental magic to expand and encompass the potential of reiatsu. Additionally this change would be much easier with the conceptual power increase caused by it starting on the seventh day of the seventh month since their seventh birthday, such as today, February 7, 1988.

And so this marks a major turning point in history, the birth of the first wizard Quincy!


Which brings us to now. Harry had spent the last week trying to make a basic shape out of reiatsu, a sphere, and he'd finally succeeded. As he opened his eyes, the unknowing wizard grinned. From here, Harry could work on sensing reiatsu in the air. Honestly, he'd just been willing the spirit pressure into a single area, but now at the back of his mind something just, clicked, and the young Quincy could feel the energy. It was like something that was missing all his life had returned, he felt whole.

Of course, now came the question of what item Harry should make once he gets good enough. He knew he wanted to create a sanrei seal of some kind, preferably a glove like Uryu for practicality, but there was also the fact that he had to be armed or risk dying from a hollow attack. Then there were the ginto and such to consider. Perhaps a cross, and experiment with clay and wood ginto for a year or two before creating a sanrei glove?

This continued well into the night.


31/7/1989, Harry age nine

"Whoo! Man I love it when things go right!" Harry cheered. It has been a year and a half since Harry pieced together he was a Quincy, and things had actually been going great. He stopped holding back in school after a couple of months of training nothing but sensing and Blut Vene, the defensive skill protecting him from the dursleys on both fronts, and then got to work on making his first cross out of a piece of wood, along with the prototype ginto. It took took him six months, but he was able to figure out why the crosses kept blowing up. The ginto was easy, actually. Harry then got to work on the sanrei glove.

This was by far the most complex one to work out, as instead of enhancing his repertoire, the sanrei seal needed to limit it. However, he managed to make the completed product just in time for his birthday, although it drained several full ginto to do so. Regardless, the most important and dangerous tool of a Quincy was complete, and he even added an extra feature or two to the forearm length glove.

As for how he paid for the materials despite the xenophobic a-holes Harry was forced to call relatives, the young Quincy did odd-jobs for some money, and the occasional discount on particular items when helping businesses. It also allowed him to get some new clothes, so Harry was now wearing a white long sleeve shirt and grey loose jeans. Still, now he needed to train back to and beyond his unsealed capabilities. Oh well, no rest for the weary.


24/7/1991, Harry age eleven

"Hogwarts?" Harry mumbled to himself before the letter was snatched out of his hands, "sounds interesting."

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Hello there, welcome to my new story! This is my first post on this sight, so sorry if there are any formatting issues, I'm working it out as I go along. Anyway this is a neat little idea I had, which is essentially 'what if the plot of bleach was fictional, but by cosmic coincidence or something the settings and some major characters were real, then you plopped it down in the world of Harry potter?' and it became this. I hope you enjoy, and I also hope my chapters become longer.

See ya!