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I solemnly swear that the literature and works of the Harry Potter Verse belong to JK Rowling, Bloomberg and Warner Bros. The only thing I own are the one-shot ideas that popped into my head and whatever OCs I would create for them. This is a work of pure fiction made solely for fun, constructive reviews will be welcomed, flames will be ignored. Any references to characters in real-life or fiction are purely coincidental. If I could make money out of my ideas, it would be nice...

Mischief Managed Damn It!

Title: HP x Bleach 2 (No actual title for now)

Posted Date: August 03 2023

Tags: Harry Potter has Zanpakutou, Manipulative Dumbledore, Japanese Superiority over British Magic

Possible Challenges: WBWL, Alive Potters, Harry x Small Multi, Bad Weasley / Granger

Routes: See Chapter one route

Footsteps echoed in the corridor made of wood as a man walked purposefully to the east wing of the decidedly large complex designated for medical purposes. The man was one in his late twenties with long hair that had been tied into a ponytail and secured with white ornamental clips clipped on both sides of his hair. His strict expression combined with the hair and youth made him very attractive for anyone to look upon him. He was currently wearing a white kimono with a black obi tied around his waist, and by his side was a katana that he rarely left the premises without, partially for the fact that it was a potent focus artefact for his magic.

The reason for such a late night walk happened earlier in the day when he and a few members of the family felt the wards penetrated by something and then felt the ground shake violently from something impacting it hard. They rushed out to find the cause in a small crater and immediately rushed to settle that while repairing the wards and to see if anyone had seen it from outside of the premises. Now he was going to check on the guest who had evidently gate-crashed through the wards.

He maintained a stern expression as he walked through the doors of the east wing and to a part of the hospital floor that was currently being used by a healer and the assistant attending to a child.

"Byakuya-sama." The healer and his assistant paused to give the man a respectful bow.

"How is the child?" The man came forward to look closer at the patient, inwardly frowning at how thin he was and the big cast on his arm.

"Stable for now." The healer looked troubled as he glanced at the clipboard. "The child appears to have been raised in a rough household, and given the magic that is inside of him, I would think he is one of the new-bloods from a family who do not appreciate their normalcy disrupted." Byakuya sighed at that. The number of new-bloods were increasing per year, and it was not uncommon for a few families to think the children were the spawn of monsters or devils. He paused at the wording.

"You suspect otherwise." Byakuya observed.

"I am running a blood test on the boy while healing him. I do not have confirmed details, but this young one may be related to an actual clan, but he was sent to others to take care." The healer answered. "Although I had to wonder why they would attack this child so badly." His frown was very prominent.

"Mistaken for a weak Latent?" Byakuya suggested only having the Healer shake his head.

"With the amount of bindings we have found on him along with him appearing in the compound the way he did, this boy is not lacking power." The healer paused before taking a breath. "And his companions would suggest otherwise."

"Companions?"

"He means us."

Byakuya spun on his heel with one hand grasping his cherry wood wand and the other on the sword handle to find two individuals standing in a corner, his mind wondering why he did not sense them when he first entered. The more obvious one was a pale skinned man with shaggy, dark brown hair, two bangs of which crossed over the bridge of his nose, all of which drew attention to the turquoise-coloured eyes circled by spiked purple ovals. He wore a long, white, robe-like coat that had the collar of the robe covered with a thick fur, featuring a purple ascot fastened by a ruby brooch. For accessories the man had a wide sash at his waist, decorated by a purple stripe, a pair of boots with pointed tips, and had purple manacles on his wrists. A clicking sound drew his attention to the man's hands that had long fingernails to resemble claws.

His companion was no less eye-catching with milky and flawless skin with black hair pulled up into a strange bun, two gold sticks clipped to that with small emeralds on the ends. Her face had black eye makeup that broke the white and pale pink lips. Her choice of attire was a green robe with yellow accents that was supposedly high quality but shown some stress, and worn in a manner that would have his late mother disapproving with the amount of exposure it granted of her admittedly large chest and her pale bare legs from the mid-thigh down, complete with an obi that showed some apparent damage but in the middle of repairs.

"Spirits?" Byakuya's eyes narrowed as he focused his senses. "Sword Spirits? In this day and age?"

"Indeed, we are Zanpakutos." The man answered while bowing his head lightly but respectfully, clearly knowing the mannerisms for greeting nobility. The woman did the same but with an air of wariness, and Byakuya did not miss her eyes darting between him, the healer and the boy. "Apologies for our sudden arrival, but it was imperative that the young one got away from the residence he was forced to call home. We chose a place that was significant and familiar to us to keep him safe. Unfortunately we lost control and ended up here. We apologise for the sudden visit."

"What are your names?" Byakuya knew that was a long shot, spirits in particular were very sensitive about giving their names to strangers for fear of abuse from total control.

"Our names can only be heard by our chosen master, and only then may he decide to let you know in return." The male spirit more or less answered that thought.

"I see. Regarding the child, he was abused by family." Byakuya stated it as a sentence while his grip on the blade got tighter.

"Family in the loosest word." The female spirit interjected with a hiss at the last part. "From what we had gathered from the fool who dared to lay their hands on him along with the child's memories, Harry-kun was left there because they are the only relations from the mother side after his parents had died protecting him from someone called Voldemort." Byakuya took in a sharp breath at the name, a reaction that the spirits noted. "Do you know of this person?"

"The one you called Voldemort was a dark lord from Britain. He started a war around 1970, and was supposedly defeated in 1981 by a child. Although I have serious doubts on that bit of the tale." Byakuya gave a brief summary of the lord in question. There was more such as the time when the dark lord had tried to enter Japan in hopes of gathering allies, but got rebuffed by the Emperor, the previous headmaster of Mahoutokoro, and the then lieutenant and now current commander of Japan's security force, Genryusai Yamamoto. The last one had commented on the dark lord as an insolent whelp trying to enter the big leagues.

Byakuya had to give the old wizard props for being so blunt with the description.

"If what you said is true, the child will likely be recorded in Gringotts." Byakuya turned to the healers.

"I can set aside some blood if need be. The child won't wake for some time." The head healer nodded while the assistant went to prepare a vial for the matter.

"Anything else you can tell us?" Byakuya asked the spirits.

"Someone is trying to force the boy to remain with them despite the clear abuse and the multiple attempts to run away. Unless we are mistaken, this person knows about the abuse and is encouraging it in some manner." The male spirit answered with mild irritation in his words.

"Is this person mad?" The healer was the one that spoke instead of Byakuya, sounding angry. "He clearly does not know that children suffering this level of abuse while having this number of bindings have a high potential of becoming an Obscurial." The spirits shared a look between them at that.

"We are not certain. I was only able to gather some memories of the wizard bringing Harry-kun back to the premises along with one conversation with the uncle stating that he would stay there until his eleventh birthday. As stated, he appeared to give tentative permission to abuse the child as long as it was not too much." The male spirit spoke after a few seconds. Byakuya narrowed his eyes at the words while looking at the child.

"That explains why a British child is here. Regarding the condition of him needing to be eleven years old to be away, the only school I can think of would be Hogwarts." That got the assistant healer to snort.

"That sorry excuse of a school? Then this kid is lucky to be away." That only got him a smack on the back of the head by his senior. "OW! What was that for?"

"Not the right time." The healer pointed a thumb at the spirits, specifically the female spirit that was looking a little murderous. The assistant winced at that and apologised for his words.

"Can I confirm if the wizard whom you saw in the memories was an old man with a long beard and old robes?" Byakuya asked with a bad feeling he knew who it was.

"Very old robes with questionable colours to match." The male spirit answered. "And I also caught a name. The wizard is called Dumbledore." That got the healers to spin around to gape at them while Byakuya closed his eyes at the confirmation of the bad feeling he had. "I take it you have heard of him."

"Heard of him? We are talking about one of the biggest names in the entire wizarding world. The guy is the headmaster for Hogwarts and the Chief Warlock for the Wizengamot in Britain. Word is that he just got the position of Supreme Mugwump for the ICW." The assistant answered for them. "He is also the one who defeated the previous Dark Lord before Voldemort. Are you sure that is the name?"

"Yes." The hiss from the female spirit and her narrowed eyes were a clear indicator that she was not amused about the doubt.

"If he is the one who did this to the child, he has to be brought up on charges! And those NOMA relatives too!" The head healer erupted as he grabbed the scroll that had a brush writing on it for some time. "The list of injuries on this boy are downright insane, and that is not going into the bindings I have discovered on him. Two of them are meant for criminals of the worst sort, not for children under ten years!"

"Good luck trying to charge Dumbledore, he is too well-connected." The assistant spoke before clamping his mouth when his senior whipped his head around to glare at him. "Shutting up now."

"I would not worry about the relatives. I made sure they were punished most severely." Byakuya gripped his sword as he felt an odd pressure from the male spirit and his eyes appeared to bleed slightly. The female certainly noted it and nudged him to stop while gesturing to his eyes. He nodded and wiped the bloody tears away. "But judging from your words, this Dumbledore would be harder to deal with."

"Yes." Byakuya took a moment to calm his nerves before answering. "Dumbledore is a man of distinct fame around the world. As spoken by the healers, he is someone who had defeated one Dark Lord a few years back and a deterrent to Voldemort. He is a strong wizard in his own right, but you would be hard-pressed to get the Europeans, or at least the British population of wizards and witches to acknowledge the fact that he is not the most powerful. His reputation is such that most would believe whatever he would tell them no matter how outrageous it is, and his views on magic are quite restrictive."

"Restrictive?" The female spirit asked with a raised eyebrow.

"He believes that any magic involving blood, souls or anything designed to cause harm to be dark magic, and that they should be restricted if not outright banned with all records and texts destroyed. He tries to make others follow that way of thinking, and in terms of Britain, he is successful in that regard." Byakuya explained.

"Very unusual and biassed view, he has." The male spirit observed.

"He is not making many friends on the international level with that way of thinking, and that is why his school is a joke to others. Standards have dropped since he took over the headmaster position in favour of allowing a group of pure-bloods maintain control of the Ministry in Britain." The senior healer spoke while shaking his head. "It is harder for anyone in that country to get good jobs outside of Britain, so they would likely be stuck working in that place."

"An interesting story, but I care not for it." The female spirit humphed before going to the child to check on him. "We are here for our master's safety and security. We will not leave him in a place that seeks to crush his spirit, and we will make sure he stays away from Britain." Byakuya blinked at that proclamation. The female spirit seemed quite possessive of the child, but given the stories of spirits attaching themselves to selected humans, this could be a good or bad thing.

"A wise choice, my lady. I will give my report and recommend that no one from that country gets this young man." The senior healer had an expression of resolution on that. "I do not know if we can get Dumbledore arrested, but I will make a lot of noise to ensure he can't get the position of Supreme Mugwump. No one who allows abuse of children should have the position."

"We need to do this carefully. We would need proof before we can even accuse such a man of this." Byakuya wondered how to do that.

"Would my collection of the fool's memories suffice?" The male spirit closed his eyes as he placed one of the long fingernails to his head and pulled it away to reveal a strand. The assistant quickly grabbed an empty vial and moved to allow him to deposit the strand inside, stoppered it and then moved to hand it over to Byakuya..

"That might do something for the moment." Byakuya admitted as he accepted the vial. "But for now, we focus on the child. Kobato-san, continue the necessary treatment for him. Let me know when he wakes up."

"Understood, Kuchiki-sama." The healer and his assistant bowed as one before moving to continue treating the child. The male spirit nodded his head before fading away, while the female spirit held on for a while longer before doing the same. Byakuya then left the premises with his mind on the issue and the vial of memories feeling heavy in his pocket.

This was going to be a mess.

~ooOOoo~

"Curses!" The sounds of glass breaking filled the office as the old wizard had chucked the cup against the wall, the office already silenced from the complaints of the portraits that saw his unbecoming behaviour. The phoenix that had been in the office earlier had left to get away from his owner's actions and temper. The wizard did not care about their indignation, he was more focused on what had happened a few hours ago.

"He should not have been strong enough to get away from the Dursleys, yet there was a large amount of magic that came out of the blast." Albus Dumbledore muttered as he paced about the office. "But much of the signature does not match his, someone else was there. Someone very powerful." A shiver ran up his spine as he recalled the sensation on his skin when he was trying to find clues to the whereabouts of the boy. Something about that felt extremely cold to him, not unlike that of a Dementor, but harsher and more primal in nature. It reminded him of his fight with Gellert during the period the muggle called World War 2 when he had to duel his once friend to the near death, and then there was the period when he had to visit some of the Asian countries in his capacity of the ICW representative before his post of Supreme Mugwump, when Voldemort was making efforts to expand past the shores of Europe. The dark lord failed at that, and Dumbledore himself had failed to have them as allies. Japan for one remained neutral to this day, resistant to his ideals of keeping magic separated into the Light and Dark magics, and performing the rituals that he deemed to be banned from Britain. The Emperor had told him off for trying to dictate what he believed to be right magic before his royal guard literally kicked him out of the palace.

But it was during that time in Japan that he encountered a beast that was double his height, had a bone white mask that could hinge around the mouth, and a loud roar that seemed to reach into his soul with a chill invading his nerves. He had never encountered such a beast that made him experience such a primal fear and the desire to flee before he got hunted down by that creature which seemed attracted to the Elder Wand he had won from Gellert. As he fled Japan, Dumbledore would swear that the beast seemed to chuckle in dark humour at his attempts to flee with the red eyes glowing in amused hunger before it faded away.

Whoever was at Privet Drive had to be someone utilising dark magic to destroy the house. There was no way any spell exuding such a presence could be used by someone that worked for the Light.

"What to do?" Dumbledore finally sat down on the chair behind his desk and placed his face into his hands with a deep sigh. "Fawkes cannot reach him, and the devices cannot trace him." He held that position as he considered his thoughts before lifting his head up.

"For the time being, I would need to keep this under wraps to ensure no one knows what was going on there. Thankfully, only I and a select few knew who he was and why he was there." Dumbledore tapped his finger on the tabletop. "I will need to do some damage control with the DMLE. Amelia is going to be insufferable. And I would need to consider other methods to find the child."

And then there was one more thing he had to do. Admittedly this was not what he had planned, but with the DMLE already on the case, it was a matter of time until the news spread thanks to the loose net of information control that was the Ministry of Magic. He would rather have this done on his terms than to have others play Chinese Whispers and get the information wrong, or at the least, information he wanted portrayed. He got up slowly from his desk and moved to the fireplace to grab a handful of Floo Dust to throw into the flames. He waited for it to turn green and connect before bending down, absentmindedly casting the cushioning charm on the floor to help with his old knees. Old age was such a bother.

"James, Lily. May I come through? Something has come up."