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October 31, 1989

Godric's Hollow

Potter House

"He's here! Take Harry and run!" The tall black haired man shouted in fear, his hazel eyes filled with despair.

"But James…" The ginger woman cried, the small baby in her hands. "What about you!?"

A grim smile formed on James' lips as he looked at the woman, love shining in his eyes, "Lily, what matters at the moment is you and Harry." The door burst open with a flash of light and James spun on heel, "Now run!" Lily had tears flowing out of her eyes as she flew up the steps, trying her best not to jostle the child in her arms.

She quickly laid Harry in his crib and started to carve ruins into the floor around the crib. She didn't notice her son's green eyes open sleepily and the fact that one eye changed from the matching radiant green to an electric blue. Nor did she notice the pupil of the eye narrow to a cat-like slit as both eyes cleared of baby thoughts.

She quickly stood as the bedroom door swung open with a blast of red light. A dark figure entered with a wand pointing at Lilly. "Step aside foolish girl!" The hissing voice said.

"Never! You will not murder my son! Kill me instead!" She pleaded, blocking the way towards the crib.

The figure scowled and fired a green curse at Lilly, intoning, "Avada Kedavra." The green streak of light hit Lilly in the chest and spread through her body, extinguishing her life. But as the light faded from her green eyes, the ruins around Harry's crib glowed a bright gold.

The scowl morphed into a smirk as he strode over to the crib and pointed his wand down at the baby, who was glaring defiantly up at him, both eyes now bright electric blue with cat-like pupils, but the right one had a ring of warm amber. "Avada Keda-" The ruins flashed and the green light forming at the tip of his wand exploded on him, the spell flashed and suddenly, the figure of Lord Voldemort was gone.

Relief showed itself in Harry's eyes as the unfocused and closed, a trail of blood coming from the thin lightning shaped wound on the left side of his forehead. That was the night that Harry James Potter was made to be the Boy-Who-Lived, defeater of Lord Voldemort (He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named/You-Know-Who). But it was also the start of something far greater than the Mortal or Wizarding world.

It was the rebirth of two souls merged into one. Two enemies merged into a savior. And two of the most stubborn souls to ever exist merged into a troublemaker. Kami help everyone he faces…

Chapter Uno: The Start of Memories.

We fast-forward past the manipulative old man trying to set his plans into motion, to a few years past. Harry is now eight years old and quite tall for his age. He stands at an intimidating 4'6 and his once black hair has streaks of orange and blue appearing throughout it. His aunt tried to dye it once, but the dye didn't hold and his streaks were back the next morning. Also there was the fact that his hair held none of the messiness that his biological father's did, instead it spiked naturally expect for a few pieces in his face which seemed to cover the almost faded scar on his brow.

But enough of that and back to the plans of a controlling old bastard… And the fact that said plans were failing to take hold of the young 'Chosen One'. Dumbledore had wanted Harry to grow up abused, to make him more malleable. Harry had in fact been bullied by both his uncle and cousin, but that stopped when a sudden pressure forced them away from the young boy.

*Fall in to place, pieces of the past! Hado 1.5! Bakku Furasshu! (created by Urahara Kisuke for such purposes~ signed UK and LTR~)

"Boy! Get down here now!" An enraged Vernon Dursley shouted. The boy he yelled at walked down the steps slowly. His mix-matched eyes meeting his uncle's, succeeding in infuriating the man further. "WHAT IS THIS!?" The man yelled, holding out Harry's report card, which proclaimed that Harry had passed from the First Year into the Third by taking a proficiency exam for it. The card also held a note that said they would be giving him the Fifth Year exam when he finished the Third.

Something in Harry's mind caused him to curl a lip into a smirk, "I believe that would be me, being too smart for the teachers to handle." Vernon's face turned an unusual shade of purple before he raised a fist to beat the boy. His fist hit Harry's shoulder and caused an involuntary cry of surprise and slight pain.

A slightly deeper voice came from Harry's mouth, saying a cuss word that made Petunia, who was in another room, blush. "Fuck!" Harry cursed, dodging another strike and jumping back, in a familiar yet unfamiliar way. His hand was on his wounded shoulder and his heterochromatic eyes glared at the much larger man. Who was lunging at him, intending to beat the life from Harry.

Suddenly a green aura surrounded Harry and forced the walrus of a man away. "Stay the fuck away from me!" Harry yelled, eyes flashing. The terrified abuser nodded and left the room quickly, probably to change his soiled pants. From then on out, Harry was pretty much left alone. Alone to wonder what the hell had just occurred and what was wrong with him.

*crashes and cursing heard in the distance oops… Kukuku Heh… SORRY! signed, UK and LTR*

Another plan was to make the boy slightly malnourished. But that didn't work very well either. Seeing as Harry made every meal for the Dursley's, and smartly set aside some for himself. It worked great because they were terrified of the weird boy. And for some reason, knowing that fact made Harry grin.

And finally was the plan to keep the boy out of the Wizard World until his eleventh birthday. And that was a very interesting day to remember, and the memory of it continued to make Harry laugh loudly to this day.

*ok let's try this again… Fall into Place, Pieces of the Past! Hado 1.5! Bakku Furasshu! light shines and envelops without a crash*

Harry's eyes scanned over the dojo sensei's form. The sensei's name was Iruke Fujioka, a tall and muscled man from Japan. He had the typical black hair of the Japanese, but his eyes were not derived from Japanese heritage, seeing as they were blue and shaped like any other white man's.

For some reason Fujioka-sensei recognized Harry from the start. When the young boy walked into the dojo, the taller man's eyes widened in recognition. "You're Harry Potter, right?" He asked, receiving a confused look.

"Yeah, but how did you know that? Have we met before and I don't remember?" Harry questioned, slightly cautious of the stranger that knew his name.

Said stranger gaped at the boy in front of him, "You mean you don't know? You don't know who you are?" When Harry shook his head Iruke wiped his face tiredly, then he put a strong hand on Harry's shoulder, "You're a wizard Harry. A real, live, wand-waving, broomstick-riding wizard." Iruke stated, causing Harry's eyes to widen.

"W-what? A, a wizard. Me…" His face grew serious, "Why should I believe you? You're a stranger I just met. And that doesn't explain how you know my name." His mix-matched eyes narrowed.

Iruke sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "I can't really prove it right now, but the reason I know your name is that scar right there. It's the only thing that could set you apart from someone else." Harry reached up and touched his scar and Iruke grinned, "Don't worry, everyone seems to think that it will stay, but I on the other hand believe that it will fade within the next year or two."

Harry nodded and then thought over this new information, "Well I personally am glad that it will be gone soon. Cause if I ever don't' want to be noticed the scar would catch a lot of attention. But I still want proof…" He trailed off and cut the sensei and look, causing the man to smile and raise his hands in surrender.

"Alright, come with me." Harry followed slowly as the man moved into his office and brought out what looked like a thin piece of wood and showed it to Harry. "This is a wand. It allows wizards and witches to control their magic, though some particularly strong wizards can use their magic without a wand, called wandless magic. It's rare, but possible, and takes up a devastating amount of control and focus. But anyway, onto the demonstration. Hmm… how about Wingardium Leviosa." The chair that the 'wand' had been pointing at levitated off the ground and then fell back into place.

Harry's eyes grew wide and a feral grin formed on his face at all the possibilities magic could give him. His eyes twinkling with mischief, he turned back to Iruke. "Could you teach me that?"

Iruke blinked in shock and shook his head, "I'm not good enough to teach anything but martial arts. My magic is too weak for much other than making a set of tea and crumpets appear." He paused at Harry's downfallen face, "But I can take you to Diagon Alley…" He trailed off as the boy in front of him looked up curiously.

"Diagon Alley?"

"It's a Wizard marketplace. It's in London, just on the other side of The Leaky Cauldron." Harry grinned in excitement and Iruke couldn't help but smile. "Well, I guess it's decided. I'll take you to the Alley tomorrow. But today, I'm going to start training you!" He said it with enthusiasm and ushered Harry out onto the dojo floor… and proceeded to 'train' him.

*no crashes heard YES! It works! Muahahahaha…. Hey Renji! C'mere! A curse word is heard, then dragging~ signed UK and LTR*

And that brings us to where we are now.

Harry groaned as he rolled of the bed. His… everything hurt. He felt as if he had been run over by a steamroller and it decided to back up and do it again. He blinked as his surroundings became clear, the sleep leaving his eyes. He flopped back on the bed and closed his eyes, intending to sleep again. Then he remembered what he got to do today.

And that thought got him out of bed and dressed in record time. It was Sunday, the Dursley's would be in church until 12 and then wouldn't be home 'til later in the afternoon, leaving Harry with a full day of nothing to do.

He rubbed his hands together in contemplation. Though a thought in the back of his mind wondered why he'd never heard of magic if both his parents were magical. But he shrugged it off, looking forward to entering the Wizarding world.

He pulled his sneakers and hoodie on before leaving the house. His clothing assemble was plain enough to not draw attention, but stuck out enough that anyone that knew him would see him. He had on blue jeans and a dark orange shirt that stated 'if life gives you melons, you're dyslexic', and a blue hoodie over it. His sneakers were black with white flames.

Harry put his hood up and placed his hands in his pockets, eyes scanning the area for any sign of a threat. He never really realized that he did that every time that he went out, but it was so much a habit that he never noticed it anymore.

"Oi! Harry-kun! Over here." He heard from the left. He turned slightly and caught sight of Iruke standing beside and car. Blinking in shock he made his way over to the tall man and entered the open car door.

"Alright! Buckle up; we're on our way to Diagon Alley!" The man grinned at the smaller boy, reaching over and ruffling the boy's blue and orange streaked black hair. Harry swatted his hand away and glared. Iruke looked back over at his hair, and then at his eyes, "So, is your hair normal or do you dye it?"

Harry blinked, "It's normal. The streaks started coming in around the time the Dursley's took me in." Iruke nodded and turned the car, pulling quickly into a space.

"Well, we're here." He said, causing Harry's mouth to drop open in shock.

"How did we get here so fast? We were just in Little Whinging!" He exclaimed eyes wide as he got out of the car.

Iruke grinned, "Let's just say that because I'm a wizard, I'm entitled to have some cool gadgets. And my car is one of them." Harry scowled at the smiling man and looked away. Iruke's grin faded a little as he remembered teaching the boy in front of him the day before. As they walked Iruke pondered what he learned about the boy. Even though Harry had said he'd never been trained in any form of fighting, the boy had perfect coordination with his fist and feet. He had also displayed great agility and the ability to learn quickly. But the one thing that stuck in Iruke's mind was that Harry seemed to move like he had fought before. There were also times that he could spot a flicker of recognition in the boy's eyes when he moved a certain way.

'Well, reincarnation isn't common, but it's not rare either.' He thought, glancing back at Harry, who had his hands behind his head with a bland look. He thought the possibility over in his head for a few seconds, 'That's the only possibility. There are three facts I can see that prove it. One; his eyes were reported to be green, like his mother's, yet one is blue and the other is amber; Two, his fighting is too good for someone his age, his reflexes are quicker than a normal eight-year-old's should be; And three, the way he looks at the world is like he thinks something's missing, or he is the one missing someone. Either way, I'll ask the goblins about it.' He finished the thought as they entered the pub.

"Ah, Iruke-san, your usual?" The bartender asked, scrubbing a glass. Iruke grinned and shook his head.

"No thanks Tom. One of my students discovered he's a wizard and I brought him here to see Diagon Alley." Tom nodded and gestured for Iruke to continue with his business. Iruke led Harry to a small side room and pulled out his wand. "Here's the trick to getting into the Alley. Remember the sequence." He tapped a few bricks and the wall slid away, revealing a bustling street of people. "Welcome to Diagon Alley Harry."

Harry's eyes were wide as he took in the sights, because he is an eight-year-old. He's entitled to be awed by new things. He turned his head to look at Iruke, "Where to first… sensei." He added at the end to be more respectful. Iruke chuckled at him and ruffled his spiky hair again.

"We have to visit Gringotts first. That's the wizard bank here in the Alley. Its run by goblins, a fierce race, proud but fierce. If you treat them with respect, they usually treat you with respect as well. I think…" Iruke tapped a finger on his chin and blinked.

Harry stared at him with a blank look, "You're weird aoimoku*." He said, causing Iruke to blink in surprise. His mouth opened but nothing came out. Harry looked back with a smirk, "You coming?"

Iruke nodded and led Harry to a huge solid white building near the end of the Alley. The words 'Gringotts' were displayed above the entrance and a small message was next to the door. Harry glanced at it and then looked away. Iruke led him in and Harry couldn't help but marvel at the working goblins and the inside of the huge building.

He was still staring at every when Iruke went up to a desk, "Excuse me, but can I have a private talk with the Potter family representative?" The goblin looked up in surprise and scowled.

"There is only one living Potter and he isn't even relatively close to your age." The goblin said, glaring at Iruke, who smiled lightly.

"I know that sir goblin, I have him here with me. Harry, c'mere." Harry's head snapped over to Iruke and the goblin. He walked forward and stood under the goblin's gaze.

The goblin's eyes flickered to the scar that was fading on the boy's brow and raised an eyebrow. "So I see. I will call your representative. Do you have your key?" Iruke looked down at Harry who tilted his head in confusion.

"I'm sorry, but I only learned about being a wizard yesterday from Iruke. What key are you talking about?" Harry asked, causing the goblin to scowl in anger.

"You never got you key? What about banking statements?" When Harry shook his head the goblin growled. Soon another goblin came over. "SharpTooth will help you get this mess sorted out. SharpTooth take them into your office and help them figure out why the boy never got his key, and why he has not been receiving statements." The other goblin looked as shocked as the first and nodded, motioning for the two to follow him.

Entering the office they stood there quietly for a second and then SharpTooth told them to sit. "You've both probably figured out that I am named SharpTooth, and I am you account representative. Mr. Potter, you truly have never received a key or statements?" When Harry shook his head SharpTooth frowned. He pulled out a folder and opened it, scanning the page until he found what he wanted. "Apparently there is one key in existence, and it is in the hands of Albus Dumbledore. Do you wish the rights of the key to rescind and all other keys destroyed for a new one?" Harry nodded and the paper literally burst into flames. "Now that that is taken care of, we can continue on with the statements."

A small folder was placed in front of Harry, who opened it with a curious look. A look that soon turned to outrage at what he saw. "That bastard." He put the folder back on the desk and started cursing underneath his breath. Iruke noticed that most of his cursing changed from English to Japanese and remembered what he had wanted to ask.

"If it's possible, after we get things sorted out, can Harry take an Inheritance and Heritage Test?" The goblin blinked and nodded, taking the folder into his hands and also reading through it.

"This is…outrageous. Apparently Dumbledore has been taking money from your trust account. Thankfully the account is not tied into the Potter account, but this is a grievous crime. How do you wish to proceed Mr. Potter?" He looked over at the muttering boy.

Harry glanced up, eyes narrowed and a scowl on his face, then the scowl split into a feral grin, "Nothing. I'm going to Hogwarts so I plan on causing mayhem when I go. That'll be punishment enough." The goblin grinned back and nodded.

"Right. Now on to the tests. Prick your finger with this and place three drops of blood on each paper. The one on the right is the Inheritance Test, it's also known to show if you have be reincarnated. The one on the left is the Heritage Test." The goblin set two sheets of paper in front of Harry and handed him a small dagger. Harry didn't even grimace when he sliced him thumb and dripped the blood on the papers. Instead he did so and then licked the pad, somehow stopping it from bleeding.

The two papers glowed for a few seconds and then writing started to appear steadily on them.

Heritage Test

Name: Harry James Potter (A)

Father: Lord James Charles Potter-Gryffindor (D)

Mother: Lady Lilly Slytherin-Potter

Houses

Heir to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter

Heir to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Gryffindor

Heir to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Slytherin

Heir Apparent to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black

Monetary Assets

Potter Vault- 15 million Galleons, 3 million Sickles, and 740 thousand Knuts

Trust Vault- 50 thousand Galleons, 25 thousand Sickles, and 2 thousand Knuts

Gryffindor Vault- 354,657,287 Galleons (not including armor, swords, etc)

Slytherin Vault- (Locked by Salazar Slytherin until a true heir comes) 500 million Galleons (blood access)

(D)-Dead

(A)-Alive

Harry paused in reading it out loud when SharpTooth gasped in shock. "What's wrong SharpTooth?" The goblin shook his head and took the test from Harry's hands to double check what he had just heard.

"Impossible." He muttered under his breath. "Mr. Potter, everyone in the wizard world believe that you are a half-blood from you mothers side. But this proves that not only are you a pureblood but so was your so called muggleborn mother." Harry's eyes narrowed.

"Does that mean that she is not related to my Aunt in any way?" When SharpTooth nodded Harry growled lowly, suddenly seeing what had happened. "Well, I guess I'll need to cause even more havoc at Hogwarts now." The feral smirk was back and he went back to reading the other test.

Inheritance Test

Name: Harry James Potter

Magical Rank: Hybrid (U)

Elemental Affinity: N/A

Other Magical Affinities: Reiatsu Control, Advanced Learning Curve

Active/Non-Active Abilities

Parselmouth-(68%)

Animagi-(untrained-panther)

Occlumency-(45%-one reason for high learning curve)

(U)-Unkown

Past Incarnations

Name: Kurosaki Ichigo

Look: Orange hair (spiky), amber eyes, tall and lithe

Race: Shinigami/Human/Vizard

DOB: July 15

DOD: September 11

Powers: Massive Reiatsu (no control), Master Swordsman/Hand-to-Hand Combatant, Shunpo Master (massive speed), Enhanced strength, Enhanced speed and reflexes, durability, advanced growth rate, keen intellect, and major spiritual awareness.

Partners: Zangetsu (Zanpakuto-automatically in Shikai, has Bankai), Inner Hollow

Resurreccion: N/A

Name: Grimmjow Jeagerjaques

Look: Blue hair (spiky), blue eyes, tall and muscular (not terribly so)

Race: Hollow/Arrancar/Espada (Sexta Espada out of ten)

DOB: July 31

DOD: September 11

Powers: Massive Reiatsu (control near perfect), Expert Swordsman/Hand-to-Hand Combatant, Pesquisa(able to sense others spiritual pressure), Heirro (strengthens skin against attacks), Enhanced Strength, highly perceptive, Cero (doom blast), Gran Rey Cero (more power than normal Cero-requires blood), Descorrer (ability to open rips in space to and from places), Sonido Master (massive speed)

Partners: Pantera (Zanpakuto0

Resurreccion: Grind, Pantera- Special Abilities- Enhanced Heirro, speed and agility, and strength; Shockwaves (releases a powerful roar); Garra de la Pantera (claw-shaped bombs-very powerful); Desgarron (most powerful attack)

Extra Notes: Their swords should appear in the Vault of their soul's owner.

Harry blinked in shock. "I'm the reincarnation of two powerful people." He whispered in shock, crying out in shock as a headache attacked him. He grabbed his head and bent over, gritting his teeth.

Iruke sat still in shock. Harry Potter, the savior of the Wizard War was the reincarnation of two of history's strongest people. He grabbed Harry's shoulder when the younger boy bent over with his hands clamped to his head. He watched Harry's eyes move as if watching something, and then Harry gasped and sat up straight and looked straight at SharpTooth, "I need to go to my Vaults."

SharpTooth blinked in surprise at Harry's slightly changed voice. He nodded and got out of his seat and led them to a back door, but he stopped Iruke at the edge of the cart, "I'm sorry Fujioka-san, but only Mr. Potter can go further. Please wait here." Iruke nodded and Harry glared at the walls as the cart descended further into the vaults.

End Note: I hope you all enjoyed that. The next chapter should be out soon. A preview of it would be me saying Harry finds his swords, his parent's will, and his first talks with the zanpakuto, and of course, getting used to the new memories in his head. REVIEW! Love y'all!

*Blue Eyes