Ichigo twitches, freezing for only a moment at the entrance of the classroom. Rukia glances up at her with a confused gaze before walking further into the classroom. Ichigo keeps her face blank as she stares at Chad's empty seat while walking past. Where was he?
"I'm sure he's just caught up with something," Tatsuki reassures, always knowing what causes her friend's reactions. Ichigo doesn't say anything, but gently squeezes Tatsuki's shoulder in response.
Mizuiro walks in with a small frown, only glancing at Chad's empty seat. His footsteps stutter, but he doesn't freeze. He glances at Ichigo as he sits down. She scowls and shakes her head, fingers twitching.
"Ichigo-hime, we can cover for you!" Orihime states brightly. Ichigo smiles, still staring at the empty seat. She shakes her head and faces forward.
"Chad's a big guy, Ichigo-hime! Not many will try and attack him!" Asano Keigo reassures the orange haired teenager, leaning back in his desk with a grin.
Ichigo snorts, her shoulders relaxing. "I'll go look for him if he isn't here after lunch..."
All of her friends brighten at the statement before their teacher walks in. Rukia looks around in bemusement and focuses on Ichigo.
"Ichigo-hime doesn't like not knowing where we are." Orihime leans over to whisper at Rukia. "When one of us is missing, Ichigo-hime always thinks about the worst that can happen. She's like a mama bear!"
Ichigo feels her ears burn as she opens her mouth to refute the statement.
"Alright, class! Let's begin!" The teacher calls out before Ichigo could speak. Orihime smiles just a little bit smugly and turns around. Rukia stifles a laugh while Ichigo just pulls at her hair with a scowl, face turning even redder.
"Whatever..." She mumbles, sinking into her seat. Rukia lightly nudges her foot with her own, smiling brightly.
"Mama bear, huh? So your friends are your cubs, then?" Ichigo turns her head to glare out of the window, face burning like it was on fire.
Ichigo stares down at the parakeet with a narrowed gaze. She keeps her distance, staring at the heavy presence around it.
"Where did you find him?" She asks, incredibly wary of the animal. A bad thing was following it, likely a Hollow. And such a sad soul too...
"Friends," Sado Yasutora, or better known as Chad, answers simply. Keigo continues to fawn over the bird, holding a significantly long conversation for a parakeet.
"Does he have a name? He's so cute!" Orihime asks brightly, kneeling next to Keigo and gently petting the bird through the birdcage.
"My name is Shibata Yūichi! Nice to meet you!" The parakeet states, just as bright. Ichigo glances away to focus on the bandages around Chad's arm.
She scowls and stands up, gently grabbing the giant's arm. "How hurt are you? Did someone pick a fight with you? Was it the bozo? The ones with the horrible dye jobs? Or the old hag who thinks she's pretty?"
"No one. A motorcycle crashed into me. I only hurt my arm," Chad says, not moving away from Ichigo's inspection. He's learned never to avoid the orange haired teenager when she gets like this. Chad internally winces at the phantom pain in his neck at the memory.
"Did you even go to the hospital?! Or the nurse? What the hell are you doing at school?!" Ichigo berates one of her best friends, roughly pushing up Chad's sleeve to check the bandages properly.
"Yes. The motorcycle rider was more injured than me. It was only a small cut."
Chad doesn't dodge the slap to the back of his head. "Don't get smart with me! You know what I'm asking."
"...no. I didn't stay long enough to get checked out, other than my arm," Chad answers, making Ichigo huff. Rukia leans towards Mizuiro, slightly covering her mouth.
"Is this what Inoue-san means by Ichigo being a mama bear?" Rukia asks quietly, careful not to let the Witch hear her.
"Half of it! You'll see the rest once you get kidnapped!" Keigo butts into the conversation with a bright grin. Rukia blinks at the statement, staring at the Human in bemusement.
"Kidnapped?" Rukia questions, startled at the sudden statement. Tatsuki elbows Keigo in the back of his neck, making him crumple to the ground dramatically.
"He means when some gang tries to take you because you're friends with Ichigo-hime and she finds out about it. There isn't any kind of successful kidnapping involved," Tatsuki states with a shrug. Rukia sweatdrops before glancing at Ichigo. When she finds out?
"...the moment you even wince in pain, I'm dragging you to the clinic." Ichigo pokes Chad in the chest with a small glare before turning around.
"Rukia, this is Chad–"
"Sado Yasutora," Chad interrupts quietly.
"–and I don't think you've actually met Mizuiro or Keigo," Ichigo continues as if Chad hadn't spoken.
Mizuiro smiles as he scratches behind his ear. "Kojima Mizuiro. This idiot is Asano Keigo."
"Mizuiro~!" Keigo whines dramatically, still on the ground.
"Be careful with Mizuiro. He's a flirt." Mizuiro sighs as if the statement truly wounded him.
"Ichigo-hime, you know I prefer older women," Mizuiro speaks in a disappointed tone. Ichigo rolls her eyes, lips twitching at Rukia's stifled laugh.
"That's why I'm warning her," Ichigo retorts, making her Wizard friend raise an eyebrow. He glances at Rukia, mostly understanding, before smiling.
"Don't even. Make friends with the bird like Keigo's doing." Ichigo immediately catches onto what Mizuiro was about to do and points at the bird. Mizuiro pouts playfully before crouching next to Keigo as he continues to talk with Yūichi.
Ichigo walks over to Rukia, watching her friends. "Is Yūichi a spirit? A Hollow's chasing after him."
"Yes. I'm surprised a spirit latched onto a living being. It's not rare, but you don't see it often," Rukia says quietly, staring at the parakeet. Ichigo nods her head before frowning with a sigh.
"We'll give him a soul burial tonight," The Shinigami continues in the same quiet tone before walking forward with her cheerful smile plastered on her face.
Ichigo watches her friends converse with the parakeet. She smiles softly and tilts her head down with her eyes closed as the wind blows up her hair into her face.
Her head snaps up when her shoulders twitch. She turns her head to the left and stares straight across the empty rooftop. Her fingers twitch and her magic fidgets restlessly just beneath her skin.
"Ichigo-hime...? Ichigo-hime, is something wrong?" Ichigo startles at the slight touch to her arm before Orihime startles when a shock goes through her arm. Ichigo gives Orihime's hand a cursory glance, not noticing any injuries.
"Sorry Orihime-san," Ichigo glanced back at where she was staring, "did you say something?"
"Is everything okay? Did you... did you see something?" Orihime asks, keeping the specifics unspoken. Ichigo forces a smile on her face and shakes her head.
"Nothing. It's nothing, Orihime-san..." The Witch clears her throat and mentally shakes off her unease.
"...man, the weekend's getting closer and I'm dreading it," Mizuiro speaks up, focusing the attention on himself. He sighs dramatically as he rubs the back of his neck.
"Oh yeah... Ichigo-hime's hellish training..." Keigo sits completely frozen, face as white as a sheet. He drops his head in his hands, a dark aura surrounding him.
"You better not kill us this time, Kurosaki Ichigo," Tatsuki states with her arms crossed. Ichigo smirks and places a hand on her hip.
All six of her friends feel the paralyzing feeling of dread crawling up their spines at Ichigo's sharp smile. Her teeth gleam in the sunlight, appearing almost like an animal's teeth.
"Rukia's new to the group, everyone! I have to give her a warm welcome, no?" Ichigo smiles even wider when her friends start to back away. Oh, this weekend's going to be so fun!
Emerald green eyes snap open at a statement he couldn't understand. A 12 year old boy looks around with wide eyes, suddenly standing on a fenced rooftop. His eyes focus on the older teenager that stood out the most out of the six.
Harry Potter takes a step back in surprise when the female snaps her head towards his direction.
Her slanted brown eyes appeared gold in the sunlight, almost like a caramel. Her freckled skin stood out against the sunset orange hair that fell over her shoulders in fiery waves. She was tall. Taller than what people Harry has seen that were around her age. She felt so familiar...
"...ster... si...ter..." Harry jumps at the voice that echoes loudly in his head. He watches as another orange haired teenager catches the attention of the one who stared at him.
They spoke in a language Harry didn't understand. It sounded like... Japanese?
"My dear Sacred. How the years have passed... you have grown so much..." Harry whirls around at the new voice, opening his mouth to speak. He slaps a hand over his mouth when no sound comes out.
"We do not have much time, my Sacred. I can only speak to you through dreams. The Fallen One doesn't want you to know about me."
Harry feels an ice cold hand card through his hair. His eyes flutter close as he is held in an embrace.
"–Kurosaki Ichigo." The voices start to fade after the name. Harry tries to open his eyes as he tries to speak.
Who–
"Be patient my sweet Sacred... and wait for me in the next dream."
Harry startles awake, sitting up with a gasp. He grabs the back of his hair, still feeling the ice cold hand carding through it. His eyes dart around the pale lit room as his breathing slowly calms.
"My dear Sacred. How the years have passed... you have grown so much..." Harry swallows as he tries to make sense of whatever he saw. He recognized that voice. He recognized that presence...
A stuttering breath is taken in as Harry presses his hands against his clenched eyes. Why did this have to happen now? He still hasn't even figured out what's petrifying the students, or where the Chamber of Secrets was in the first place!
...this person knew who he was. He had met this person. When? Where? Does Professor Dumbledore know her? Maybe he should ask him–
Harry feels nails stabbing into his back, raking down next to his spine. He instinctively reaches over his shoulder to claw at his searing back.
"The Fallen One doesn't want you to know about me..."
Harry bites back the cry bubbling up in his chest. He tries to take a breath through the pain, almost wishing it was a belt whip to his back from Uncle Vernon instead of whatever the hell this was...
"The Fallen One? Who's... who is that? What... Who's Kurosaki Ichigo?" Harry doesn't realize he had closed his eyes from the pain until he lifts his head up.
He looks over his shoulder, trying to see if any blood has seeped through his shirt. He sincerely doubts if Wizards have hydrogen peroxide, or even laundry detergent and bleach.
Harry takes a deep breath and runs a hand through his hair. "Okay... Hermione would want me to tell her so she could figure this out..." but she's basically a statue in the Medical Ward.
The black haired boy sighs and is almost entirely convinced to just lay back in bed and sleep the day away. His slightly throbbing back makes that dream a distant goal he won't achieve this time.
The sun starts to peek out from the horizon, the pale light starting to brighten up the room. Harry looks down when his stomach growls, making him wince.
"Breakfast first." Harry climbs out of his bed, his pajamas swallowing him whole. He pads to where the bathrooms are, not noticing the slightly tired gaze following him from one of the other beds.
Kurosaki is one of the most ancient and most powerful pure-blood clans of Wizarding Japan. The clan is older than any discovered historic texts and officially designated by Yoritomo of Minamoto* (Decreed 1167) as a Dark Clan due to affiliations, allegiances, and suspected involvement in crimes against Wizarding Japan. The decree was later officiated by the International Confederation of Wizards when Japan was given a seat in the year 1243.
The last known information of the Kurosaki Clan is the expulsion of Ichigo Kurosaki, Yuzu Kurosaki, and Karin Kurosaki during the 1997-1998 school year before disappearing. The reason behind the expulsion was due to rumors of Ichigo Kurosaki practicing the Dark Arts and a suspected attack against another student with a curse.
Harry rubs his watery eyes, hunched over multiple open books with a stack blocking his face from the rest of the library. He rapidly blinks away the exhaustion and the strain of reading for hours on end, just to achieve two paragraphs of information.
A Dark Wizard... Harry doesn't even know why he bothered.
"Missus Potter–"
"It's Dursley! I am not this troubled brat's mother, Mister Atkins!" Petunia immediately cuts in with a horribly held back sneer. Harry winces at the sharp nails digging into his shoulder, but keeps his gaze on his lap.
"A-ah... Missus Dursley... I sincerely apologize for calling you here today, but what Mister Potter had done needed to be brought to your attention." Mister Atkins smiles nervously, fidgeting with one of his pens.
"What did the brat do this time?" Petunia asks in a tone that could be considered exasperated and worried if it wasn't for her horrid poker face. Harry's nails bite into his palms as he tries to keep his face passive from the searing pain of Petunia stabbing through his shoulder with her own nails.
"Your son, Dudley, witnessed Mister Potter attack two students without prompting. I have just talked with their parents. They won't press charges, but they do wish for Mister Potter to be punished," Mister Atkins speaks with his head lowered.
Harry opens his mouth to speak, to shout that he didn't do it. To tell the truth that Dudley was the one to attack the other kids. He quickly closes it before he gets himself into even more trouble with his aunt.
"Little brat! Look what you did! How many times do I have to tell you that this behavior is unacceptable!"
He keeps his head low when Petunia hits him over the head. His fists clench around the fabric of his ratty pants. He's just the freaky delinquent kid that the Dursleys took in out of the "kindness" of their hearts. He's never just a boy who wishes someone would believe him when he said he didn't do things like this.
"The wrackspurts are really getting to you, aren't they?" The sudden voice almost makes Harry physically startle. He snaps his head up, blinking when he sees an 11 year old girl standing next to the table he claimed. He spots the dark blue of the Ravenclaw House inside her robes.
"Sorry, what?" Harry leans back from the book, staring into silver eyes. He blinks and causally avoids eye contact, unnerved by how the girl's eyes seemed to pierce through his soul.
"The wrackspurts!" The girl reiterates in a dreamy tone. "They fly into people's ears and make their brains fuzzy."
"Oh. No, I was just... researching and couldn't find much of what I wanted to know," Harry answers, pretending like he still understood what the girl had said. She hums with a nod of her head, glancing down at the books.
"You'll find so much more if you read what's inside the cover of the book and not what it's named," The blonde girl says with a dreamy smile, focusing back on the black haired boy. Harry blinks rapidly before staring down at the opened book.
He heaves a heavy sigh and thinks of his apparent status as the Heir of Slytherin. She's right. He's acting like basically everyone in this school. Believing the first shrivel of information, even if it's clearly not adding up.
"Yeah... you're right. Thank you..."
The blonde girl smiles just a bit brighter, silver eyes shining in delight. "Luna Lovegood. Nice to meet you Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived."
Harry couldn't stop the heavy grimace. He runs a hand through his hair and releases a scoff.
"It's actually the bloody Heir of Slytherin now from what everyone keeps making me seem to be," Harry snaps with sarcasm and venom filling his voice. He winces and rubs his burning eyes.
"Sorry Luna. I didn't mean to snap at you," Harry continues sincerely, glancing at the 11 year old. Luna hums with eyes full of understanding.
"It's alright. The wrackspurts have gotten a hold on everyone. It's been decades since the Heir of Slytherin made an appearance. Unless you're a vampire, I never believed what the wrackspurts said." Luna smiles and sits down in the empty chair next to the stack of books. Harry smiles tiredly, leaning into the chair.
"What're you doing here, Luna?" Harry changes the subject, idly looking around for anyone else. Unsurprisingly, no one was in the library during Easter break.
"Came searching for an Umgubular Slashkilter. I seemed to have missed it when I saw you. She visited you, yes?" Luna asks, her eyes slightly dazed as she stares up at the ceiling. Harry feels chills run down his scalp and back at the mention. He feels the phantom fingers of ice card through his hair.
"How... did you...?"
"Do not look directly into his eyes. He knows you had a dream. He will ask," Luna continues as if she was commenting about the weather. Harry swallows back his reply, staring at the younger girl with wide eyes.
His eyes stray when he sees something fading into existence around Luna. It was a faint white glow, overbearingly warm and off-putting. He focuses on the glow as it gets stronger.
"The wrackspurts will swarm your head if you stay any longer today." Harry blinks back into reality at the sudden statement. His emerald eyes flicker towards Luna's silver ones. The colors contrast and mix together.
"R-right... what–what time is it?" Harry ducks his head, closing the book in front of him with a snap.
"It's past lunch, but if you're hungry, I can take you to get some food from the kitchens," Luna hums with a small smile.
Harry smiles back as he stands up. "Thank you, Luna. Let me put the books up."
"Let me help. The nargles will move them every which way if they aren't put up correctly." The blonde girl grabs one of the stacks of books, already walking towards one of the sections. Harry smiles, head slightly tilted as he stares after the small girl.
Such an odd little thing. He chose a good Divine. Harry blinks. Divine? Who is–
"Be patient Sacred," Luna speaks in dreams and visions, eyes glowing like pale moonlight. "Do not think these thoughts with the Fallen One around."
Harry stares down at the faint glow that fades around the Ravenclaw once more. He inclines his head once, watching the glow freeze hotter. Caution.
"Div–Luna... what...?" Harry shakes his head, trying to make sense of all that was happening.
"I am not able to teach you. I am your opposite. But I can impart knowledge that She will not have enough time to give you. But not here," Luna speaks too softly, the haze around her voice disappearing as her voice whispers in the stale air. Harry looks back into her eyes, the walls getting closer as if to trap him.
"...okay. Okay. Let's–" Harry shakes his head and forces his whirling thoughts to the back of his head "–the books won't put themselves up. You don't need to help me, Luna."
Luna smiles, dreamily and with hazy eyes. "You can't spot where the nargles could be just yet."
Harry smiles back, not understanding, but not unnerved. He nods his head, grateful for the help.
Ichigo stares through the classroom window. Idly tapping her pencil back and forth. Her magic stirs restlessly beneath her skin, not having stopped since lunch.
A sigh leaves her nose as she gives a passing glance to the clock above where the teacher was droning on about whatever Ichigo's already learned. Class barely had resumed after lunch. Ichigo sighs again and snaps her notebook closed before standing up.
"Kurosaki, is something wrong?" The teacher asks, too used to the orange haired teenager interrupting his class to be anything more than incredibly irritated.
Ichigo doesn't answer him as she packs her things. She pulls her bag over her shoulder and glances over at Chad.
"I'll be back by the time school ends," Ichigo tells Chad before she starts to walk out of the classroom.
"Kurosaki, this is another strike on your record," The teacher half-heartedly attempts to keep Ichigo from leaving his classroom. Tatsuki hides her laughter with a cough when Ichigo just gives the teacher the bird as she walks out of the door.
"...where is Ichigo going?" Rukia leans over to ask Mizuiro. Mizuiro stares at her for a few moments before smiling as if he's imparting a secret.
"Starts with an M problem," Mizuiro answers vaguely. Rukia narrows her eyes and glances back at the opened door. She huffs out a breath, leaning back with an eye roll.
"Doesn't realize how much she worries others, does she?" Rukia asks without prompt.
Mizuiro smiles just a bit wider. "The spirit gets a gold star. Congratulations."
Rukia just gives him a half-hearted glare before focusing back on the teacher as he resumes his droning lecture like anyone was legitimately paying attention to him.
"It must be a Sacred thing," Rukia thinks with a soft smile, thinking of her big brother and his tendency to silently disappear into his work with no intent to explain or take breaks unless his life was at severe risk.
She wonders if Ichigo would ever meet Renji. They'll both have a new person to take care of and make sure they don't kill themselves with stress and overworking. Besides that, Rukia thinks the two would get along great.
Hey! Hope you all like the new chapter! It's finally out! I apologize for taking so long. I've been incredibly busy! Also I have like five new story ideas, and four of them are for fandoms that I'm not even a part of.
Oh well. I hope you like this chapter! You guys finally get to see more of Harry and the actual Harry Potter part of this story, lmao!
Background information:
*(1): Minamoto no Yoritomo was the founder and the first shogun of the Kamakura shogunate of Japan, ruling from 1192 until 1199. In this story, he ruled over Wizarding Japan first, then becoming Shogun of Japan as a whole came second.
I hope you all are enjoying the story so far! I won't make any promises on when the next chapter will be posted, but I'll try and make it soon! Bye!
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