A/N: Hello minna! This is Cebad2710, and this is my first try at writing fan-fiction after reading a lot of them! I hoped that everyone enjoys reading this story anyways, this happened during the Chamber of Secrets and some when shortly after Aizen deflected from Soul Society.

I am sorry about my grammar and vocabulary mistakes if there's any. I am not very talented in that prospect.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Bleach or Harry Potter. As much as I wanted to, I do not own them. Sigh.

Soul Society was peaceful and quiet, especially around the usually chilly and noisy tenth division barracks. It was all quiet and it suited the captain of said division. He was drinking his green tea, doing his—and his lazy Vice-Captain's—paperwork and simply enjoying the peaceful afternoon—

"TAICHOOOOO ~~! Taicho taicho taicho taicho taicho!" cried a very familiar voice from outside the office. The young white-haired captain looked up annoyed from the paperwork he was doing and glared at the door, knowing what kind of terrible creature stood waiting outside his office door.

"Come in…Matsumoto." Tenth division captain, Hitsugaya Toushiro, murmured, almost unwillingly, to the door.

The moment he finished his sentence, the door burst open and Toushiro's busty lieutenant dashed in at a speed that matched shunpo. She squealed happily and wrapped her arms around him, pressing him tightly into her—as Toushiro would call—'boobs of death'.

"I missed you so much taicho!" Matsumoto snuggled her face into her tiny, adorable captain's silky locks of white hair.

Toshiro, on the other hand, was not enjoying this encounter as much as his Vice-Captain. He waved his arms around in a very immature manner yelling agitatedly into her boobs. However, his voice was muffled. Matsumoto giggled as Toushiro's words tickled her cleavage.

"…MATSUMOTO!" finally came a legible word from the breathless youth as he finally managed to pull himself free. Toushiro's face was slightly flushed as he gasped for breath, all the while his teal eyes were glaring daggers at the blond woman. Matsumoto didn't even notice the look her captain was giving her. She started to describe her mission to the Living World excitedly in extreme details—on the clothes only of course.

"…and there is this really fashionably cute mini skirt in that shop window! It was so kawaii! But I don't have enough money to buy it," she pouted. "I spent all of them on this dress!" she held up an elegant green dress.

"You only went to the Living World to buy clothes and did nothing for the mission?" Toushiro asked, annoyed at the thought that his lieutenant has forgotten that she was actually on a mission. It was actually possible, considering who we are talking about.

"No!" Matsumoto defended herself. "I did my job of course! I am not that irresponsible!" Toushiro arched a white eyebrow. He has his suspicions of course. The Finally, he shook his head and decided to let the matter drop.

Toushiro turned back to the stack of papers he was working on before Matsumoto came in and disrupted his peaceful afternoon. Just as he was about to take the next piece of paper on the stack, an envelope caught his eye. An envelope? Toushiro thought to himself. When did paperwork come in envelopes? He plucked out the envelope carefully from the stack.

Toushiro pulled out two pieces of paper from within the envelope. The first one was from Captain-Commander Yamamoto.

Hitsugaya-taicho, the letter read. The twelve division systems has picked up on strange human activities in England, London. The activities are believed to be caused by wizards and witches from Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry…

Toushiro read through the letter again, hoping that he had misunderstood the letter. But no, the letter remained the same. The temperature in the room dropped several degrees.

"MATSUMOTO!" he yelled, annoyed, at the confused woman sitting on the coach. "What kind of joke is this? Now you want to treat me like a little child and want me to believe in nonsense such as witches and wizards do exist?" the temperature of the room dropped even more. Anger was nearly a visible aura around the young captain.

"No! It's not me!" Matsumoto protested, though she really wanted to laugh at what Toushiro had said. "See? There's the Captain-Commander's signature and stamp of approval on it so it's not me!" she hastily pointed at the signature and stamp at the bottom of the letter.

Toushiro frowned. Yes, it's definitely the Captain-Commander's signature and stamp of approval. So this really is real? Toushiro read on, trying to accept the fact that these wizards and magic exist. Apparently, he was failing miserably.

His mission stated in the letter was to go to this Hogarts School as a second year student for a year and see if these wizards could pose a threat to Soul Society. And he was to leave the day after tomorrow.

"Taicho, you are supposed to go on a mission for a year?" Matsumoto read from behind his shoulders. She turned to look at him with a reluctant expression. "I'll miss you, Shiro-chan!" a vein pulsed in Toushiro's forehead.

"It's Hitsugaya-taicho to you!" Matsumoto just smiled and ran out the door. Leaving the white-haired boy to grumble to himself about people not addressing him by his proper title.

Toushiro sighed and opened the second letter. This one was written in English.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Hitsugaya,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Toushiro read through the equipments and stopped reading when he came across the last equipment: 1 wand.

Toushiro frowned; the thought of having to replace Hyourinmaru with a piece of wood was unsettling. A low rumble sounded in the back of his mind as the ice dragon agreed with Toushiro. Putting down the letter, Toushiro closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

On the good side of things, he was free of Matsumoto for a year, which means no more elaborate sake parties and have to face the huge pile of paperwork she refused to do. However, on the down side of things, he was going to be pretending to be a child. He was going to be treated like one for the whole year. He groaned. He hated it.

This is going to be a long year.

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Arigato!