Author's Note: Well, peeps all good thing (well, I thought this was good) must come to an end. The story has reached its final chapter, where all those questions you may have had will be answered or I hope I get all of them. I went back and edited the previous chapters' formatting as it all looked like bricks. I'm currently working upon a new series or several series that have been running through my head, one of which is a crossover! So, enjoy and I'll try to pump out those updates and new series as fast as physically/mentally possible! And this may have a sequel...or not.

italicized: flashback/though

Severus didn't know whether to be disgusted by Dumbledore's actions or get down on his knees and praise him for what he'd done.

Everywhere he looked, were smiling faces. Students playing, hanging out, laughing but the truly scary thing being all of it was genuine. Severus couldn't help but recall the events that transpired two nights ago.

Everyone shuffled into the Great Hall, a wave of sadness surrounding all as everyone clammered to a seat, noone caring whether they were sitting in their right house or not.

The whole dining room silent, noone daring to speak as there wasn't anything to be said. Friends and roommates had died. Their school disemated. Their innocence stolen.

No one applauded or reacted as beautiful plates of food and desserts galore appeared in front of us, people opting to stare at it blankly or poke at it with their cutlery as all appetites had evaporated now they were back in Hogwarts and able to see the numerous empty seats left by the dead and or missing.

"Greetings my students, the young and beautiful minds of the Wizarding world!" the jolly voice of the headmaster rung out, his tact in the situation appallingly bad considering they still wore the bloody and torn clothes from mere hours ago.

Our eyes bore into him as he made his way towards the Head Table, once there he stood to look at everyone. His face showing the complete opposite of his tone of voice. The Headmaster looked exhausted, deep trenches under his red eyes showing a lack of sleep and many tear had been spilled that his flamboyant robes couldn't hide.

"Students, I know you must be disheartened, angry even at the very sight of me after what has gone down in the past couple of hours." he paused as a rumble started among the us, "However, despite the horrible turn of events we cannot lose hope or spirit and forget the good and sacrifice that everyone of you did today. I'm proud to call you my students as you all selflessly rose to the occasion when most would have coward and shied away. Now, let us take a minute to honor all of those lost tonight with a toast."

All of a sudden goblets of wine magically appeared in front of everyone of us, as Dumbledore launched into a speech of those who passed away and what they've done for everyone.

I looked at my drink, sceptical of its contents after my conversation with Aberforth...actually sceptical of most of the things Dumbledore has done in the past. My gut feeling getting worse and worse as I saw the goblet's contents had a unnatural sparkle to it I'd never seen before. I quickly vanish my drink, nonverbally. Thankfully no one noticed as their focus was centered on Dumbledore.

"...Now let us drink to their memory." Dumbledore raised his goblet high, as did everyone else, before taking a drink and everyone downed their drinks.

Dumbledore waited 10 seconds before shooting his wand in the air, lighting all the candles that'd gone unnoticed in the grim atmosphere before till the place looked like it was decorated with stars, a smile on his wrinkled face again.

I look over at Lucius to ask if he knew what was going on, the sudden shift from morbid to jolly in seconds being too weird for even the likes of Dumbledore, only to see my long time "friend" have the glassiest stare ever with a milky storm raging in his eyes. I turn and see Rosier and Regulus have the similar if not the exact same expression.

"Now! We've had a rough couple of days from a Grim resulting in so many beloved students and friends transferring wizarding schools, to Peeves scaring off all the owls and messenger birds in the owlery away that I've decided we're to take a long and well deserved break from classes until further notice, let's enjoy these last few days before the school ends. Also don't forget to stop by and see Ichigo and his gang in the infirmary. NOW, LET THE FEAST BEGIN!" Dumbledore says joyously, a chorus of cheers from all erupting before we begin to eat dinner.

Everyone quickly separate into their right house seating and begin to dig in with gusto. the neverending rivalry and usual banter flung back and forth between us resuming like it was any other Friday.

All I could do is gape in amazement as I'm pushed and shoved to my usual seat, anger but primarily fear at what the Headmaster had done. In the span of 6 (maybe less) seconds, he'd rewrote history. In everyone's minds, besides Albus and I's, the Quidditch match didn't happen. The invasion and mass killings at the hands of those bone-faced freaks of nature didn't happen. The destruction of our home and school DIDN'T HAPPEN!

I watch as everyone went on like nothing had happened, that people aren't dead! THAT WE AREN'T STILL IN RIPPED AND BLOOD-SOAKED CLOTHING! I feel someone's gaze burning into the back of my head, I turn to my left and see Dumbledore looking me dead in the eyes, a sorta knowing glance before he puts a finger to his mouth.

"Shhh."

No matter how I laid out the facts and obvious loopholes to my friends, they had a simple explanation for everything. The destruction to the towers and castle? simple, construction was being done to Hogwarts. The missing and or ruined paintings? Vandals and pranksters are always causing trouble, had to be Peeves with a quill. Hell, I couldn't even use the Quidditch field as evidence as the thing looked untouched! New, fresh, green grass replaced the scorched torn up patches and any carcass was gone or incinerated by the godly explosion that took place on the grounds. Nothing was left to even suggest they'd almost died!

Dumbledore had gotten away with it in every way, shape and form. With the victims being the students and Ichigo and the Gang. My stomach sinking a little as I remember the extent of their injuries, the struggle Orihime seemed to have to stabilize them.

Merlin, Ichigo was burnt to a crisp...and Nel...oh Merlin, Nel.

It got so bad that at times I feel maybe I had imagined the whole thing, that it was all a figment of my screwed up psyche. I want to scream bloody murder and rip out all my long, black hair by its roots because like every other crucial event in my life, no one believes me! I was seen as a liar, trying to gain sympathy.

But that wasn't even the worst of it! No, because no one but I remember what happened, Lily and I's bonding and possible rekindlement of our friendship never happened! Once again she no longer looks in my direction, but if she did I'd get the familiar look of disdain and disgust was permanently burned back into her beautiful eyes.

Its final. Dumbledore is just some biase, hypocritical, senile old man...the Dark Lord was right. Joining him with Lucius would be the smartest thing after graduation...

Slowly but surely my eyes open up to see the cobbled walls and arched ceilings of what had to be the Hospital Wings if the rows of white sheet covered cots and blue privacy screens. As his vision cleared so did his hearing as what once sounded like the adults in "Peanuts" become more distinct, more familiar.

"YOU BRING THAT FLEA-RIDDEN, ASS-LICKING SHIT MACHINE ON LEGS ANYWHERE NEAR ME AND I'LL SNAP ITS GODDAMNED NECK!" a scraggly voice hollered out

"Its cute! Why cants you be like Ulqui! He likes hims!" a child's voice rung out in response.

"I tolerate the the thing, I do not "like" it. I just see it offers no threat to anyone or anything that cannot be replaced with minimal effort and thus allow it to continue its insignificant life." a monotone voice said countering the previous notion of companionship.

"Better yet! Let me eat the lil' bastard! Better than these charcoaled remains!" the gruff voice said devilishly yet with a tinge of absolution implying he wasn't joking.

"PUT HIMS DOWN!"

"Ulquiorra-kun help!"

"Trash, please refrain from further injuring yourselves as I refuse to drag dead weight back into our dimension...and I can't leave you here to your own devices."

"Whipped much, Cuatra? Geez, first its Lord Bitchcurl, then its the Flamboyant Merlin doppleganger and now its Titsmaggie? Let me do you a favor and neuter you since you obviously don't want your balls!"

A loud yelp rang out and quickly accompanied by repetitive yipping, the clatter and rustle of sheets being thrown rapidly as well as the patter of tiny feet paddled across the floor at rapid speeds could be heard as well as a scuffle ensued.

"GET OFF ME, YOU LITTLE SHIT!" GIVE HIMS BACK!" NEL-CHAN, YOU SHOULDN'T BE UP!" TELL GRIMMY TO GIVE HIMS BACK!"

"COULD YOU SHUT UP!" I said as I clutched my head, feeling a major migraine approaching as I looked upon the perpetrators. It was quite the sight, to say the least.

Sitting up in a hospital bed was Grimmjow, his stomach heavily bandaged with a litany of scraps and scratches all over his chest and arms and face, his teeth clenched in agitation and pain as he struggled with his three adversaries. Lifted high in the air, held by the scruff of its neck, was a familiar troblemaking hollow hound wriggling and yipping at the blue-haired menace who was waving and wrenching him around wildly. The dog's tiny rear paws hitting and pushing against the Sexta cheek and bandaged forehead sporadically, like a off beat tapdance. Said man too busy trying to pull loose from the aquamarine haired child's torturous grip on his hair, one leg actually pushing against her stomach trying to hassen the process, to pay the pupper any real attention.

Nel wasn't looking that much better as with every shift, her robes lifted to reveal tight bandages and a very noticeable scar running up the side of her ribs running from the crux of her armpit to the rim of her pumpkin bloomers , where a blade obviously had been deeply embedded. As well as her voice sounding as if she'd been a chainsmoker for 17 years. All while this is going on Inoue decided to intervene in the chaos or attempted to intervene but, really only adding to the chaos. The Sexta shifting and lifting the pupper just out of Orihime's reach, whom was now laying on Grimmjow's lap stomach-first, like a human rug, her ass in the air provocative as she wiggled back and forth lunging for the tiny dog over and over again, only to fail.

"So, you seemed to have survived the fight with Yammy...though you did beat me so if you'd died you'd have shamed me as a warrior.

My eyes shoot right propped up by what looked like the softest pillows in the world, was Ulquiorra. The Sitting in a bed surrounded in all sorts of colorful, exotic flowers that seemed to sparkle and light up the drab room by 120%, as well as what had to be an army of stuffed animals all of which were either wishing a swift recovery or carrying some type of romantic connotation.

Can't say Lucius isn't persistent in his conquest.

The Fourth strangely looked the healthiest out of all four of us despite him blowing up right along side of me. Several burns adorning the man that were slowly healing with every passing second, as he casually read a heavy, ancient-looking book. I hear Grimmjow mutter angrily, "fuckin regenerative powers."

"Errrr…...how did we get here?" having racked my brain only to come up with nothing that'd explain Ulquiorra and I being alive, let alone being in the Infirmary healing up.

"I can answer that, my dear boy." a calm yet wise voice said admits the awkward silence

All eyes shot to the Infirmary doors, to see none other than the Headmaster walk in. His bright fusca-purple robes dragging across the floor as he approached the bedridden Bleach crew. His loafers the only sound in the infirmary, well besides Grimmjow's growls which were slowly becoming increasingly louder and louder.

"Well, Well...Well. If it isn't Dumbledore!? Look, Everyone! It's the asshole that single-handedly endangered all our lives!" Grimmjow spat, a vicious glare upon the wrinkled wizard as he dropped Nel and her canine companion, "How's it feel to know some kids that looked up to you, that you taught, died and then had their souls eaten? Man...not winning "Boss of the Year" for that kinda shit there?" He shoved Orihime off of him, "And I thought Aizen was a bastard, but at least he didn't hide his intents, he straight up told us, "Fail and your ass is mine"."

Grimmjow finnished his rant as he schoouched over to the end of the bed, making sure he could peer directly into the Headmaster's eyes, wanting him to see all the hate and destruction promised in his gaze..

"What's to stop me from using everything in my power to snap your fuckin' neck, you prune-looking, mouthball-smelling, unreliable, manipulating, BUTT FUCKER!?" some spit flying in dumbledore's face as the wizard hadn't moved a inch from the infuriated arrancar.

After a second of silence, Dumbledore got on his knees and bowed till his forehead hitting the dusty hard ground. "I cannot begin to ask for your forgiveness at what I have done nor the danger you were subjected to at my hands. However, all you did during our greatest hour of need as you all perilously risked your lives for my students and beloved school, is a debt I can never repay even if I were immortal. From the bottom of my heart and soul, thank you."

Grimmjow could only scratch his head awkwardly as the elderly headmaster remained bowing even after apologizing for his discretions toward all of them, which left him at a loss for words as no one's ever apologized to him. Begged? Yes. Apologized? No.

"Er...uh, shit dude...stop you don't need to apologize I mean...uhhh. Bitchigo! Help." Grimmjow pleaded, not sure how these things go or what to feel.

"Dumbledore-sama we appreciate your apology but, you had no idea this would've happened, Hell I was pretty sure Nnoitra was dead…(then again I thought that for Grimmjow)," Ichigo mumbled that last part to himself before he gingerly got out of bed, grimacing with every step till he pulled the elderly wizard back to his feet,"Beside it's the least we could do after everything you've done for us."

"And I did get to get one hell of a fight...and a chance to kill that transvestite rank-stealing shittalking Luppi...made him suffer the death shim deserved." a gruesome maniac grin spread over Grimmjow's face, his eyes glazed over as he relived the last moments of the fight.

"Yeah, it's the least we could do! I'm just so surprised the student don't hate us." Orihime said hesitantly, like she was waiting for a correction

"Of course not, Ulquiorra still has that sexually confused boy, Lucius, trying to jump his dick! Like damn!"

The previously dower mood evaporated as various the conversation carried on talking of funny events and happenings until Dumbledore excused himself, "I'd love to sit here and have rather pressing events to take care of but, rest up so you can truly enjoy the rest of your time at Hogwarts!" Dumbledore started walking out just before exiting added,"Oh! Grimmjow a certain bartender told me to he got a new shipment and would love to know the ending of the story involving Szayelaporro and a Phoenix potion, you by chance interested?"

The door shut but he clearly heard the "FUCK YEAH" joylessly shouted by the blue haired ruffian.

Remus knew something was...off, is how he'd sum it up because there were tons of thing amiss. For the past week he'd been gathered "evidence" that'd supported his general suspicions. The first being the paintings, their attitudes being more dowier than normal. Hell, the Fat Lady had been downright depressed every time they'd entered the tower, a sigh being released like she's expecting someone or people.

Then there's the smells, damn his nose sometimes! EVERYTHING SMELLED OF BLOOD AND ASH AND CHARRED FLESH! The worst place being the quidditch field, the place he'd been avoiding religiously like it was made of silver because the scent was too strong too potent to be there for even a second. Which brings him to the third thing that's been amiss since day one. The Quidditch game, the one that supposedly put James and Sirius in the Infirmary. Something about the Slytherins playing too rough or a big pile up as a result of brooms colliding.

Yet, their robes smelled of gunpowder, soot and ashes, like they'd been in some type of fire or explosion...it didn't add up, nothing added up but, no matter what or how long he thought about it he came up with a blank...l-"MOONEY!?"

"Wha!?" I look up to see Sirius invading my personal space immensely, his nose so close to my face I could feel puffs of air hitting my forehead.

"See Prongs? You really got to yell when he's stuck in LaLa Land, really belt it out." I look up to find James and Sirius, hovering over me in a very claustrophobic sort of way.

"We were asking whether you wanted to go to Hogsmeade with us, you know seeing as you now hate Quidditch ever since the last match we had against Slytherin," James frowned at mentioning the other house, "Or are you going to read that book all day?"

I looked at the book, this wasn't my book, it was someone named...Septima Higgs…strangely, that sparked something or pulled up that recurring feeling that something was terribly amiss here. I tried to remember the boy I obviously borrowed this from (I certainly would never take/ borrow anything with someones name on it without permission) but, I was drawing a complete a complete blank.

"James you know basically everyone in this school right?"

"Well, yeah from the bravest Gryffindor to the evilest Slytherin...why?"

"Who's Septima Higgs?" a feeling of anticipation overcame me at the thought I'd get an answer to what had seemed to become some giant conspiracy.

He stared at me blankly...what looked like a spark of recognition extinguished as soon as it sparked.

James shrugged,"maybe it's the previous owner that had it, that's second-hand remember? Unless, you've been a kleptomaniac that has a sudden case of amnesia?" A smile adorned his handsome face at his funny joke.

Was this second hand?...no, it- then again… my thoughts ran in a little circle as the sliver of a long forgotten memory of a...boy? He was ginger...no, blond? Or was it a girl?

A sort of static seemed to overtake Remus' brain unbeknownst to the owner, though. The thoughts/memories containing Septima Higgs blipping out of "existence" in a way, leaving the boy with the feeling or belief that they'd never been thunk up in the first place, like the memory original there was simply a figment of his imagination.

I shake my head, like I was trying to get lake water out of my ear, "wait...what were we talking about?"

Prongs and Padfoot thought long and hard, a confused look on their face as if they'd both forgotten the topic we'd been discussing not even 5 seconds ago.

"I think we...were wondering if you wanted to go to Hogsmeade with us?" Sirius asked for what I guess was the second time since the start of this conversation.

"Umm...yeah, sure. Why not?" I shove my book under my arm as we make a quick trek to our tower to pick up our junk.

Unbeknownst to all three wizards two paintings nearby sunk even further into a depressed mood as they shook their heads at the fact the boys had forgotten their Quidditch teammate of 5 straight years, and all the victory parties and inside jokes they'd once shared.

-LATER THAT NIGHT-

Dumbledore sat at his desk finishing up the letter to Higgsums Family before hearing a knock.

"Hmmm? Come in."

In walked in the antithesis of the colorful, magic filled room. His green eyes scanning the room looking even more dis-interested than he usually was despite this being the first time he's been there.

"Ah! Ulquiorra my boy, what are you doing out of the Infirmary? You might be from another dimension but you still ne-""Why did you apologize to Sexta in the Infirmary?"

"Well, that's becau-""When we both know there was never any true danger of perishing. And you knew that, Dumbledore-sama." Ulquiorra's baritone voice rung out throughout the room, quieting the former headmasters paintings' ramblings about the odd looking man..

The elderly smile melted into one of understanding, the one one would've when knowing they've been caught in a lie.

"Now, how did you come to assume that? If you don't mind me asking." Dumbledore said as he waved his wand, the previous things littering his desk vanishing, him wanting to give Ulquiorra his undivided attention.

"Granted I must applaud the mastery of such tactical prowess, however that is to be expected as you've both held command and solidified yourself as a pure, if not holy, icon in the eyes of the public and your subordinates. As do many of the texts I've read within the library of Hogwarts and outside sources sing your praises. You've painted yourself as a humble all-loving man seeking to help not rule. Hence, you're motivation of turning down a high position of power within the unitary system of power ruling this dimension, further emphasizing the purity of your being and desires. You've made sure no one could or would desire to challenge you, thus my decision to become one of you pawns. Many would have written the tiny miscalculations I found as coincidencidental, but my eyes see all. Hence me being able to find several key points and players in this whole charade. The first incident, although at the time didn't occur to me, was from the second we woke up, in the infirmary in fact. Second, the Marauders and their "punishment". And lastly, Lucius Malfoy and his inability to withhold anything from me."

"When we first awoke, much to my displeasure, Onna was missing but how is that possible? Simple. She was never restrained despite her showing up with us because she presented little if no harm to anyone seeing as she is...well she's only restrained all possible threats within the "gang". Hence, restraining Nelliel seeing as she's the same species of me and Sexta, whom were the most combative during our first encounter. As well as Kurosaki as he was brandishing a weapon upon arrival. However, It wasn't a only a precaution, It was also a warning. Emphasizing your ability to give and take away our free will and that your powers dwarf just didn't factor in the extent of my regenerative abilities."

Ulquiorra paused, providing Dumbledore a chance to object or correct him. Seeing no objection he continued.

"Then, there's the Marauders and their punishment for skipping class for the spontaneous field trip to Hogsmeade. It was typical punishment given out however, your diction gave you away. The line, "for the greater good" and "take Ichigo with you in case of…especially rowdy spectators" implied you knew more than one would have in the situation or have an assumption that mayhem may happen during the sporting event."

"And finally, Lucius' unhealthy obsession with me and his his willingness to share everything with me (despite me not wanting it)" Ulquiorra mumbled that last part to himself.

"My suspicions were instantly raised from his general demeanor after the whole travesty, queuing that something was amiss. One clue was the nonchalant attitude he had over the condition of the castle, regardless of whether or not he calls this "home" he'd instinctively take advantage of the mayhem caused under your jurisdiction to his father in seconds. Exploitation is what Lucius Malfoy lives for, especially if the victim is a major social and political icon. The second was him mentioning a toast you did following the night of the Hollow attack. I believe he was complaining about needing to find a new book carrier as Tenebrus Jigger, a former 2nd year Hufflepuff, had moved schools."

"Which is surprising as Tenebrus Jigger is dead, head decapitated, blood spilled on the Quidditch field during the Hollow outbreak fiasco. That said, no trauma that great such as one witnessing mass genocide leaves on the mind is so forgettable. Even if some are capable, no one's mind is the identical. So the likelihood of over 150 different students completely forgot said tragedy in less than 48 hours is improbable, however a bit of lethe river water would rectify that. Instantaneously even."

"If I remember correctly it's said to possess magical properties which have caused many drinkers to forget things and if used correctly or at the hands of a great wizard could make people forget the entire existence of a person or persons, no matter how close the bond may have been."

Ulquiorra finished as a permanent hush fell over the room, silencing even the chattiest of the former headmasters. Dumbledore simply adjusted his spectacles upon his crooked nose, releasing a long sigh before looking at the Fourth, "I knew I couldn't fool you, I guess you deserve an explanation to everything. You might want to sit down...this is...difficult to explain and may take time to ex-"

"I'm dead. I neither need sleep, to relieve myself or eat...much. I have ample amount of time." Ulquiorra said, eyes boring into the Headmaster's as he took a seat.

Dumbledore got up slowly, heading around the room looking for something in the creatively, cluttered room instead of using his wand, leisurely strolling past Ulquiorra and rummaging through several drawers before finding the right one containing what he'd been looking for.

"I must say I'm quite flattered that you believe I can control fate but, no. No man has such an ability, even those claiming to be a deity. No, because If I could the deaths of so many students wouldn't have happened. No, no I simply tinker with several aspects to have more...favorable outcomes. I should've known you would see the ruse, Orihime's memories showed you possess exceptionary observation skills."

Dumbledore paused as he saw out the corner of his eye Ulquiorra bristle," I should've expected Lucius to both help and hinder my plan, "can't have your cake and eat it to" or whatever muggles were correct in some aspects, I did know something but not the magnitude or root of the attack, that would happen during the Quidditch game. I took James and Sirius out of the game because I needed Lucius to catch the Snitch, something which would save you and Ichigo's lives if I read Ichigo's memories correctly."

"As expected, you're proficient in Legilimency?" Ulquiorra said a hint of irritation in his voice.

"Comes in handy especially for those whom are tight lipped." Dumbledore said as he turned around with a heavily damaged Snitch." I've got to say, these things are quite nifty feature, are probably more efficient than an owl. He said pointing to what appeared to be a little hatch or opening on the destroyed sport equipment.

Dumbledore placed it on the table along with a blood-red letter, which he tapped with with his wand. Within an instant the the thing came to life, it folded in a way that it had a makeshift mouth and eyes out of it's slits.

Out of said mouth folds came Dumbledore's voice screaming at a hazardous volume, "AVIS!" before bursting into a blue flash, with it a tiny hummingbird flying out, do a quick twirl and land on Ulquiorra's horn.

"Not powerful or long-term but good for a long distance casting, for example reanimating certain suits of armor and stone." Dumbledore said happily, a smile on his face at seeing the miniature multicolor bird perch on the monotone Espada's head.

Only for the smile to disappear as Ulquiorra reached up and grab the fluttering being, snapping the bird's neck and a majority of its bones in his hand, "Please excuse my insubordination, but I'd appreciate if we stuck to the matter at hand. What of the Onna? Despite being placed with your more favored students, she and the marauders were in immense danger." Ulquiorra dropped the tiny corpse nonchalantly in the trash can that hovered over to him.

"Like I said, I'm not the wielder of fate and all its outcomes, I sought to protect her and the boys but, instead I placed them in greater danger. Their battle was by won their skills, survival instincts, and some confiscated liquid luck. The only hand I played was having a house elf slip a tiny thing into James' robes and if it wasn't for an intervention by Fawkes, I fear the outcome would've only end in the death of two exceptional wizards."

Dumbledore held out his arm as a bird that looked to be made of fire from seemingly nowhere fluttered down and perched on the Headmaster's robe sleeve. The thing arching somewhat as it enjoyed the scratching under its chin from its long-time master and friend.

"Phoenix. that explains why Kurosaki and I survive our suicidal move in our attempt in killing Yammy. Am I correct in that assumption?"

"You are quite perceptive, Ulquiorra."

"And what of the parents of those killed in the battle? Certainly the many families within the wizarding world won't take too kindly to their offspring, something humans tend to care quite a lot for, disappearing from Hogwarts in masses. Unless.." the Fourth trailed off, in thought

"Unless what Ulquiorra? Finish that thought because I have a feeling that you've already figured out the answer to said question."

"Unless, you've utilized your likely vast and many favors owed to you by some holder of a significant position of power in the Ministry to deal with the Muggle-born wizards...rudimentary, really. As well as for Purebloods I suppose?"

"Actually much simpler my dear boy, seeing as you gotten this far I'll give you a "freebie". Simply a few thought altering charms on the gate, seeing as you can't apparate onto the ground. Makes it easier than wiping several hundreds and thinking people can "zip their lips" if you get what I mean?"

"Better to have few if not zero confidants when it comes to the death of several dozen children." Ulquiorra said blankly yet with a smallest hint of malice.

"Now, you must be wondering why I put you-" Ulquiorra put up his hand stopping Dumbledore, "I simply came for an explanation of how, not why. Now, I must retire before any of the others realize I'm missing"

"Wait...Why didn't you expose me to the others in the infirmary? Why wait and see me in secret?"

Ulquiorra stopped, his back still to Dumbledore,"...Because like you I believe sometimes ignorance is bliss and a security blanket albeit it being riddled with holes is more beneficial than nothing at all. Speaking as a subordinate, I have no objection to how you've handled the situation however, speaking as a comrade, or how you seem to want to see this relationship, they're going to break. From what I read in the news, there's a "storm" coming. One that even a wizard of your caliber won't be able to wipe away with a sip of a goblet. And when it hits and you've continued to shelter the students of this school as you have they're going to crumble" Ulquiorra then dug into his pocket and pulled out a paper airplane, launching it toward the headmaster,"….have a good night, Dumbledore-sama."

With those final parting words,the door clicked shut leaving the Headmaster alone in total silence. Slowly, Dumbledore picked up the tiny neatly folded airplane that'd landed on his desk. The little thing was made of a single news clipping that'd been printed a mere two days ago by the Daily Prophet. The article was titled, "New regime rising, death toll rising among those deemed unpure or traitors of blood."

"*Hahhhhhh* You say that like I don't already know that," Dumbledore twisted around in his chair his fingers placed together, "tis times likes this I wish I could live ignorantly in the fragil bubble barely holding the innocence of this school's children together...heh heh..guess it's just another mistake I'll have to bare."

"*WAAAAAAAHHHHH* b-b-but Nel d-d-donts want to leave Hogwarts! *WAAAAAAAHHHHHH*"

Nel cried as she buried her face into Grimmjow's shoulder, her snot and tears soaking the Six's jacket. Upon her back was a generously donated hardy sack enchanted with an extension charm that bore a good 3/4th of Honeydukes' inventory which the owner selflessly donated with his only request being she never step foot in his establishment again.

"Let's fucking bail already! We stay here anything longer my nuts will be bluer than my hair." Grimmjow yelled back at the others as he walked out the castle mumbling about underage schoolgirls and traps. He like his companion had been given a parting gift albeit struggling a bit as he juggled carrying both an excited pupper and a box full of liquor of all kinds under each arm. He nodded at Aberworth, who'd made the trip up to see his lovely drinking buddy off.

Ichigo quickly carried another crate full of health potions, making it his third jam packed crate as he said his hundredth thank you to Dumbledore and the Marauders for all the hospitality and adventures they'd shared with him and the others.

There wasn't a dry eye in the crowd, the girls because three hunks were leaving, the boys because a big breasted babe was leaving their dimension. However, none were taking it harder than one Slytherin Prefect.

"TAKE ME WITH YOU! I SWEAR I'LL BEHAVE, STAY OUT OF YOUR WAY! I DON'T NEED TO EAT MUCH, I SWEAR! I'LL BE A MUTE EVEN, GRIMMJOW NEEDS A PUNCHING BAG RIGHT!? I'LL WORSHIP THE GROUND YOU WALK ON! I'M A WRECK WITHOUT YOU!"

Lucius screamed and begged as he latched onto Ulquiorra's leg, being dragged belly-first across the extensive Hogwarts lawn as his "goddess" continued on, not batting an eye and making sure to go over the gravelly, jagged rocked sections extra slowly.

"Remaining here as well as allowing you to accompany us as we return to our dimension would be illogical and impractical...plus, I really just don't want to. Now, if you'd so kindly remove yourself from my being so I may leave and very likely betray my previous master, I'd very much appreciate it. However, knowing the extent and superior medical services existing in this dimension I will not hesitate to use force." Ulquiorra said as he blankly store at the teenage blond whose infatuation bordered on obsessive now.

"Blimey...Lucius! Let the bloke go." Rosier said tiredly, as he slowly jogged over with a teary Regulus and bitter Severus, to retrieve his friend who still believed the Fourth to be a girl (or knew and just in denial of which way he swung in life). "Sorry Ulquiorra...um...I'm going to miss yah...ya know?" Rosier gave him a quick pat on the back as Severus and Regulus struggled loosen Lucius's ironclad grip.

Rosier chuckled as all he received from his statement was the iconic Ulquiorra stare that bores into ones soul, and patted him roughly on the back before aiding his other two friends with the red-eyed, snotty nosed, disheveled haired prefect.

Ulquiorra couldn't help but sigh before reaching up to his right eye, his fingers digging into the socket. The four slytherin watched in horror as Ulquiorra unflinchingly wrenched his eye from it's socket leaving behind a nothing but a bleeding hollow hole in his head. Completely ignoring the fact that In the distance he could hear Regulus violently vomiting up everything in his stomach, Ulquiorra dropped the eyeball in the stupefied Lucius' hand.

"A...momento to remember me by as humans seem to hold sentimental value in the most irrelevant and insignificant objects...I didn't find...your companionship to be entirely...worthless nor would I not...have wanted it to happen." the emotionless Fourth seemed to struggle to express himself, "I don't deem any of your existences as a waste of time, space or resources."

Ulquiorra patted Lucius upon the head before he headed to join the others, rubbing it much like how'd he'd seen Nel show affection to her animal companion when it would bring stuff to her. Ulquiorra purposely ignored the moan Lucius released and may have "accidentally" punted him in the gut as he trudged away from the green-robed quartet.

"Unconventional...but that's a proclamation of love if I've ever seen one." Lucius said as he looked lovingly at the eye, like it was a diamond instead of a organ.

"Blimey, you need help." Rosier said, his whole body cringing as Lucius rubbed the eye against his cheek

As all five of our dimension-hopping heroes looked into the swirling vortex, all not really sure if what they were entering would actually take them home. All staring unblinkingly into the pitch black wormhole with a mixture of emotions. However, before any of them could take the brave first step in they were pulled out of their apprehensive standstill by Lily running over with the marauders (minus Peter) in tow.

"Wait! Before you guys leave!" the orange-haired witch yelled to the heavens, hoping she wasn't too late. She came to a screeching stop in front of them, a camera held in front of her as all four kids gasped for breath.

"One pic...so you never forget us...if you want," Lily said hesitantly as all she received for her suggestion were blank stares from three of the five.

"YES!" Orihime screamed in joy as she tugged Ulquiorra over to a spot where they'd catch the castle in the background.

"Come on Grimmy!" Nel said yanking at the man's blue locks and pointing to where she wanted to stand.

"okay, shit...not like I have a damn choice." Grimmjow said with a lack of venom before perking up as he saw Aberforth walking toward them.

Just as they had all just gotten in position, Sirius saw out the corner of his eye Regulus and his 3 lackeys staring forlornly at them.

"SIGH*...get over here and get in this picture." Sirius quickly hide the tiny smile he received as the 4 seemed to brighten up at the invitation. Their green wizard robes fluttering in the wind as they rushed over like bats out of hell.

*FLASH*

To anyone else the picture would of seemed out of place bordering on wrong even, but to those 14 on that midday in June it was perfect.

Normal was the sight of a blue-haired ruffian downing one last cold one with what had to be Dumbledore's clone, both men drinking like a man left in the dessert for 10 years. No one bat an eye that a Gryffindor was ruffling the hair of their Slytherin brother in a loving way instead of the usual aggressive/vindictive manner.

Common was the blond Malfoy heir standing way too close for comfort next to a morose looking man, the boy's hesitantly placed arm on said man's shoulder as if the blond was worried he'd rip his limb from his body for said discretion.

Nothing unique in a ragged looking werewolf-in-disguise having the wind hugged out of him by a little girl with an exotic bone headgear.

Mundane was the hooked nosed boy and Rosier heir laughing together as they watched a ginger hair swordsman attempting to pry a skull-faced dog off the leg of Gryffindor's star seeker

It was a day-to-day sight two ginger haired beauties standing in front, flashing peace-signs while surrounded by six miniature, winged beings.

And they stepped through.

Omitted scenes (just for you guys): originally Ulquiorra was going to reveal everything with the gang there but I changed it...HOWEVER here's the dialogue and junk that I was going to delete but thought hey, you guys might like to see it. So here's some dialogue and junk.

Original Hospital scene #1

"Er...uh, shit dude...stop you don't need to apologize I mean c-"For once you'd be correct, Sexta, as we were never in any true danger of perishing. And you knew that, Dumbledore-sama." a familiar baritone voice called out.

"What the hell you talking about, Ulquiorra? I know you live to kiss authority's ass but, even you're not so brainwashed to see the Merlin-looking motherfucker put our asses on the line?! You blew the fuck up!" Grimmjow said pointing at me then Ulquiorra.

"That's my doing, not Dumbledore-sama's, that ended up putting Kurosaki's and my life in danger. May I present my evidence that validates my claim, my lord?" Ulquiorra said to the now standing Dumbledore.

"Have a go at it! Please tell me, how I manipulated all of this?" Dumbledore said jollily as he summoned up a chair, his attention solely on Ulquiorra's theory.

"Granted I must applaud the mastery of such tactical prowess, however that is to be expected as you've both held command and solidified yourself as a pure, if not holy, icon in the eyes of the public and your subordinates. As do many of the texts I've read within the library of Hogwarts and outside sources sing your praises. You've painted yourself as a humble all-loving man seeking to help not rule. Hence, you're motivation of turning down a high position of power within the unitary system of power ruling this dimension, further emphasizing the purity of your being and desires. You've made sure no one could or would desire to challenge you, thus my decision to become one of you pawns. Many would've written the tiny miscalculations I found as coincidencidental, but my eyes see all. Hence me being able to find several key points and players in this whole charade. The first incident, although at the time didn't occur to me, was from the second we woke up, in this very infirmary in fact. Second, the Marauders and their "punishment". And lastly, Lucius Malfoy and his inability to withhold anything from me."

Ulquiorra paused letting everything he'd just said sink into our brains, which I can't say were even comprehending everything he'd just said.

"When we first awoke, much to my displeasure, Onna was missing but how is that possible? Simple. She was never restrained despite her showing up with us because she presented little if no harm to anyone seeing as she is...well she's only restrained all possible threats within the "gang". Hence, restraining Nelliel seeing as she's the same species of me and Sexta, whom were the most combative during our first encounter. As well as Kurosaki as he was brandishing a weapon upon arrival. However, It wasn't a only a precaution, It was also a warning. Emphasizing your ability to give and take away our free will and that your powers dwarf just didn't factor in the extent of my regenerative abilities."

"Then, there's the Marauders and their punishment for skipping class for the spontaneous field trip to Hogsmeade. It was typical punishment given out however, your diction gave you away. The line, "for the greater good" and "take Ichigo with you in case of…especially rowdy spectators" implied you knew more than one would have in the situation or have an assumption that mayhem may happen during the sporting event."

"Wait a minute...Yeah! You knew a fuck ton of things about Hueco Mundo and Soul Society. You read our fuckin minds without asking asshole!" Grimmjow yelled remembering the conversation they had in their temporary residence.

The room seemed to fill with more and more negative energy the longer Ulquiorra went on, the more his conspiracy seemed to become truth and the facade Dumbledore originally had in their brains seemed to peel away.

"And finally, Lucius' unhealthy obsession with me and his his willingness to share everything with me (despite me not wanting it)" Ulquiorra mumbled that last part to himself as Grimmjow released a loud "Ha!"

Omitted dialogue #2: after big reveal in the infirmary

"Hell...I mean damn...that's just...fuuuuucccck!" grimmjow said dragging a hand down his face in exasperation, " Well, rather work under a manipulative mastermind than some flower-picking, baby-kissing senile old man with an over powered stick. "Buuuut, I did get one hell of a fight...and a chance to kill that transvestite rank-stealer Luppi...annnnd I've basically been manipulated my whole existence...So, meh." Grimmjow said as he fell back, his head hitting the pillows at the head of the gurney.

"I just further applaud you as a leader, Dumbledore-sama, and can't find a reason for contempt as I gained significant knowledge in a previously unknown subject and concept. Plus, I was able to finally and brutally murder Yammy after many years of simply fantasizing about said act." Ulquiorra said nonchalantly like always.

"Uggh...We-we're going home. That's...we're going back to our world and we all survived that's all that matters...that's all that matters." Ichigo said in a semi-defeated tone still not able to cope with being strung along for the entire time they'd spent his temple he sunk back into his pillows, feeling a headache coming on.

Nel just silently hugged her newly acquired pet hollow puppy, her eyes upon the ground as Orihime picked them both up setting them on her lap as she just thought of the last battle and all those lost that won't even be remembered because of one drink.

Grimmjow- oh! That's why they still can stand the sights of us. Cause if i was them I'd be fuckin pissed that we...well more like ass-kisser over there didn't save my his precious students.