This story is the continuation of Reversing the Fate.

Cross-over of Bleach(Ichigo), Harry Potter(characters, main setting and event), and Fullmetal Alchemist (trasmutations and characters).

To help those who cannot imagine the cross between movies to manga, go to deviantart.

Chapter 1: Ugly Affairs

Ichigo groaned as he woke up.

Then everything returned to him.

His arrancar army.

His enemy shinigamis.

His family and friends.

He time traveled.

To a place where none of them existed. Or existed yet.

And in the process, destroyed the reality that he was in.

But now that he thinks about it, without the aggressive influence of his hollow nature, it was wrong thing to have done. And he felt sick about it. His hollow nature did in the end, "kill" his friends. Or rather, made them nonexistent overall.

He laid on the floor of a giant forest and he let out a sigh.

'Great. Look what you did,' he thought to himself. He closed his eyes again and reached into his inner world, only to find out that it was abandoned and barren. The skyscrapers weren't there anymore and there was only a rusty, oversized sword sitting at the center of the world. It was Zangetsu in his shikai. But aside from the sword, there was nothing else but the barren desert like world.

'You have crossed the boundaries ...'

Ichigo whirled around, but there was nothing.

"Who are you?" Ichigo asked calmly as he slowly backed to his sword. He grabbed it and pulled it -. Wait, it wasn't moving. Ichigo glanced at it from the corner of his eyes abnd saw that the sword was stuck to the ground by three chains similiar to the one that Tensa Zangetsu has. "What have you done to me?"

'You have crossed the boundaries and into the territory that only the Absolute Being has power over. You crossed the boundaries without permission,' the same voice continued as a hooded and cloaked man in white appeared before Ichigo.

'For those who have done so, eternal suffering is the only punishment...' Ichigo flinched as the world around him began to crumble. 'For you, the suffering We have chosen, not the Absolute Being, but We the collective guardians of this territory, decree that you will be given three curses.' The world continued to crumble and Ichigo was now desperate. He couldn't force himself out of his inner world, and he himself seemed to be tied down by same black chain tying down Zangetsu. 'First curse is the Curse of Abaddon. You will be in constant pain that will never end. This curse is for the destruction of a reality.' Then at that moment, something rose within Ichigo. The feeling spread throughout his body until it encompassed him. And soon, Ichigo was screaming. 'The second curse is the Deception of Marchosias. You will never again gain salvation from anyone or anything aside from the authorities of Absolute Being and We who gave you the Curses of the Territory. This curse is for betraying your friends.' Outside of Ichigo's inner world, his body began to convulse and then froze as large, detailess snake-like tatoos began to appear around his body. 'And the last curse is the Immortality. You will live to see all those you hold dear die but we will never allow Death to take your soul. '

"Stop it! Stop it!" Ichigo shouted as the pain intensified with each yell.

'You have crossed the boundaries... There is none that shall leave it unpunished. Now We leave you to your fate, one that has been cleaned by the Absolute Being. To do what you were meant to do like before.'

"B-Before? What the he-"

The being in white disappeared and Ichigo's inner world disappeared. Ichigo was left all alone in that black nothingness for quite some time before he was pulled out of it and into reality.

Ichigo slowly sat up with a ever present pain few days after he drifted into his inner world.

He was dressed in his bankai-style shihakusho with a twisted version of Zangetsu. Surprisingly, he no longer had any mask fragments. His hair was now black, just like everything else about him.

He lifted his hand up and found that there was a note attached to it by a string. He snapped the string and opened the note.

'We are the Guardians of the Territory,' it began in a language that Ichigo was not familiar with, but surprisingly he was able to read it as if it was Japanese.

We are the Guardians of the Territroy,

We hereby greet Kurosaki Ichigo, one who shattered a reality and time traveled back into the past.

Our Curses were originally made to restrain the Demons and Devils who have fought foolishly against the Absolute Being without knowing their own limits.

We now bestow it upon you until we or the Absolute Being determines that you have done enough good deeds to pay off the Curses.

We may be harsh but we are fair, young shinigami.

We suggest that you read the next note.

-From

Guardians.

Ichigo sat on the green grass beneath him and felt his eyes twitch. Calmly, he set the note aside and looked for the second one.

He found it stuck between two small pebbles not too far away from where his head had been.

He pinched it out and read it.

From Death,

Ichigo felt a sudden chill. As if Death was looking at Ichigo right now.

I'm a bit sad that I can't take your life. I expected the Guardians to just send you straight down to hell, but they didn't.

Don't worry, I don't enjoy sending souls to hell.

Ichigo felt another chill. 'I guess I would have gone to hell if these Guardians hadn't cursed me...' Suddenly Ichigo felt better about the situation he was in.

But I'm here in the form of this note to tell you three significant changes that had been made to the world. Or rather this reality.

First, you are the only shinigami. Everyone can see you, touch you and hear you. So don't think you can peek girls in the bath or shower.

Second, there is no soul society. Instead, this reality has another mortal society that uses magic. You can call that society the wizarding world if you want.

Three, you are alone. I know you tried to preserve other's memories, but they were removed and erased. There is no chance of anyone remotely like anyone you knew from your reality from recognizing you.

Just for your information, you are currently ... 4000 years from 1990AD.

And once again for your information, you have allowed to microjump through time, but you can only go backwards.

Last one made Ichigo want to just get knocked out. 'FFFUUUCCCKKK...'

Good luck with your enternal life.

Signed,

Death of All.

Ichigo stared at the note for a while before he tossed it away. He slowly stood up.

New life? New power? New enemies? New allies? Perhaps. But he would need to wait. Wait for the day he can be saved.

3900 years later...

Phineas Nigellus Black, the eighth Headmaster of Hogwarts, sat in his office with a stack load of paperwork.

He really hated the paperwork, but he didn't trust anyone else to do them properly.

He sighed and wished briefly to back to the days when he had time for his children and grandchildren. But the thought was brief and did not last long. He worked his ass for this job, so he was not going to abandon it so quickly!

"So you are the 8th Head of Hogwarts."

Phineas shot out of his chair and whirled around. This, however, had the bad effect of straining his already bad back, and he fell back into his chair with a groan. He placed a hand on his back before glancing over the corners of his eyes. "Who are you?" he asked.

The intruder was a man with great black cloak that had similar design to the magic circles used to curse people. It was then some of the protrait began to talk.

"Oh, here he is, here he is!"

Phineas looked up to the talking potrait of Dilys Derwent. "Who is he?" he asked with growing impatience as other portraits began to either laugh out loud or chuckle quietly. "Is it another mudblood trying to scare me?"

"I hope you change you mind, Phineas. Mudblood are people too," the intruder said quietly but with a sense of raw power and authority that carried along with his deep brass voice.

"Who are you?"

The intruder slowly walked around the chair and unto the view of the 8th Headmaster of Hogwarts. Slowly, Phineas felt his eyes grow wide. This intruder had a great black scythe on his back and where his skin was revealed, he was the marks of very ugly and forbidden spells.

"He," Dilys began. "Is one of the hidden founders of this school, Phineas." Dilys was always the friendly witch and she persistently used first name of people whenever she talked with them. She was to be moved to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries next month but Phineas had enjoyed her advice and company so far. "His name is Ichigo Kurosaki."

"A Japanese?"

"Yes. But the only immortal aside from Nicholas Flammel," Dilys replied. "But he does't need a Philosopher's Stone. He has curses of Angels you see."

"W-What-?"

"Listen carefully, young one," Ichigo began as he lifted the hood to reveal a very handsome man with few curse tattoos on his lower neck. "I have neither the will nor the patience to deal with your attitude. I am Ichigo Kurosaki, the hidden Fifth founder of Hogwarts. I manage all of the secrets this school and the Ministry has. I am only here to tell you that you mustn't interfere with my works. Last person to do so ended up without a head."

A sudden chill ran up the Headmaster's spine.

"Don't worry. The bastard was a stupid dark lord that tried to invade Hogwarts and force the then head to surrender the students to him," he noted with a grin. "But against a blade, he was nothing." He then put his hood over him again. "Farewell, Phineas. And hope that we will never meet again, for a conversation with me can cost you your life."

Then his body disappeared like a white haze.

Phineas sat on his chair, shocked and confused.

Ichigo reappeared behind him. "Oh and by the way, please do inform me before you die. I would hate to miss another funeral." Then he disappeared again.

Phineas couldn't hold it. His eyes rolled back and his face smashed into the table; he had fainted.

100 yeas later...

Ichigo now sat across Dumbledore. "Well, I'm not very happy with your former professor for leaving the post so abruptly," he muttered.

Dumbledore eyed the man who introduced himself as the unknown Fifth member of the founders.

It had been forty years ago on a rainy day after receiving his post as the Headmaster of Hogwarts that this man in front of him appeared out of nowhere. And for some reason, all of the talking portraits laughed at him when he showed the surprise that got to him.

Nevertheless, Dumbledore was still surprised by how ... young this immortal was.

"I was cursed by Angels." Ichigo had said. "Don't be foolish. Devils help humans to bring them down with them. I met some. I know."

"Well, what are you planning these days, Ichigo?"

The said man looked at Dumbledore. Dumbledore was the only Headmaster that Ichigo had taken a liking to. It was just something about Dumbledore that he couldn't quite figure out, despite knowing literally millions of people over the past millennium.

"Nothing much. Just getting my children to do some business for me."

"Oh. What business would one like yourself have?"

Ichigo merely smiled.

Somewhere far away, two figure stood in the heart of a battle.

The Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort, and his Death Eater were facing off against the Order of Phoneix and man other wizards and witches who refused to let themselves become subordinated by the said dark lord. People were dying left and right, but amongst them, two figures of unknown origin and power stood.

"Move out of the way, or you'll get killed by the Death Eaters! You aren't even wizard or witch!" one of the wizards shouted to the taller of the two.

She looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "How unkind. We came to kill as well," she said as her fingers began to extend.

The wizard watched in terrible shock asshe quickly stood up and "sniped" one of the Death Eater's head with her Ultimate Lance.

"W-Who are you?"

Lust and Greed grinned as if they had waited for that very question.

"We're Lust and Greed, the children of First Immortal," Greed said as his hands and feet began to harden. Then with a yell of happy bloodlust, he jumped into the battleground.

Lust only sighed before taking out more of the Death Eaters.