Souls through the Vail

when Harry takes the hit for Sirius and falls through the Vail, he wakes up in the Soul Society 120 years in the past without any memory's but his own name. Before long, his saving people thing kicks in and he joins the Thirteen Court Guard Squads. This is the story of his adventures.

This chapter will be a series of timeskips up to the Winter War arc.

Chapter 10

It had been two months since Aizens defeat and the Seireitei was almost back to normal. The walls and buildings destroyed in the fighting had been rebuilt, wounds were healing and relationships repaired and forged. One of the most recent relationships kindled by Aizens rebellion was the relationship between the Lieutenants of Squads 2 and 5, something that made a few people around the city very happy due to the large amount of Kan they had won. Thanks to this relationship, Momo recovered from her injuries at an astounding rate. Captain Unohana said that the reason she was in the coma in the first place was because her broken heart from Aizens betrayal had caused her body and soul to almost give up, with her life only holding in by a thread. However, Harrys heartfelt confession of his feelings, feelings that the brunette gladly reciprocated, had helped to heal the hole in her heart and give her something to live for. Now, a month later, the girl was out of hospital, fully recovered and happier than ever, as proven by the large smile on her face as she left the building to see her boyfriend standing outside, an equally large smile on his lips as he greeted her with a kiss.

"Hey, good to see you finally up and about again," said Harry, taking her arm as they walked in the direction of the Squad Five Barracks. The black haired Soul Reaper had made a point to visit Momo as often as he could between missions for Squad Two and all the other chaos that came with preparing for Aizens invasion come winter. Momo smiled before she took a good look at Harrys face and gasped as she saw his red eyes with dark rings under them.

"Harry! You look dreadful," said the girl, pulling Harry to a stop to get a good look at him. She was right, Harry did look terrible. In addition to his red eyes and bags, his skin was unhealthily pale and his posture was slightly stooped.

"I'm fine, Momo," said Harry, smiling at the girl. Momo wasn't convinced though as the smile was incredibly weak.

"you haven't been getting enough sleep, have you?" asked the girl, as she continued to study his face, "You need to be careful about burning yourself out. Is Captain Sui-Feng really working you that hard?"

"No, in fact things over at the barracks have calmed down quite a bit now," replied the boy, "It's just that I've been having bad dreams lately, that's all."

Momo looked up at her boyfriend worriedly before dragging him in the direction of a nearby bench and pushing him down before sitting next to him.

"Tell me about them," she said, "Your dreams."

"Um, I don't think…" began Harry as he moved to get up.

"Tell me or I'll tell Captain Unohana your sleep deprived and let her sort it out," interrupted Momo, pushing him back down.

Harrys face went white at that threat.

"You wouldn't?"

"I would if it would help you," retorted Momo, glaring at her boyfriend before her eyes softened and she leaned against his side, "I love you Harry, and I would do anything for you. But I can't help you if you don't let me in. so tell me what's bothering you about your dreams."

Harry sighed before relenting.

"Well, the dreams themselves are bury and not very clear, like I'm viewing them from underwater," he began, "But they all seem to be different and growing clearer every time I have one. I've had one every night for the past two weeks and they always wake me up in a cold sweat at one in the morning. I have an unconfutable feeling that they may not be dreams at all but memories of my life before I came to the Soul Society."

"What? But that's not possible is it?" asked Momo, "I thought that if you didn't have the memories of your life when you came here, you couldn't regain them."

"Yeah, that's what I thought too," replied Harry, a frown on his face, "But I'm sure that's what they are. There two coherent to be dreams and I have never once remembered my dreams before. It's actually a little worrying really."

"What is?" asked Momo, snuggling closer to Harrys side as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"Well, a few nights ago I dreamt that I was trying to find a station that was hidden somehow in order to catch a train to school. Eventually I asked a woman who was asking what the station number was. Thing is, she had seven kids, five of which had gone to this school, not to mention herself. How can someone possible forget something like that? Not to mention the fact that she was also shouting about things that she wasn't supposed to talk about in public."

"Sounds like a set up to me," said Momo, "But what do you mean 'not supposed to talk about'?"

"I'm not sure myself, all I've been able to get is that I was from some sort of hidden world," replied Harry, his eyebrows furrowing in thought, "It doesn't help that every year at this school I seemed to get caught up in some sort of life threatening problem."

"Such as?" asked Momo, lifting her head from where she'd rested it on his shoulder.

"Well, if I remember correctly, there was one time that I found a viscous, rabid three headed dog in a corridor we had been told not to enter."

"Wait, there was something like that in a school?" asked Momo, wide eyed in shock, "And the idiot told a bunch of teenagers not to go there? How could someone do something so irresponsible?"

"No idea," said Harry, "But I do know that I was apparently a total idiot in life. I sincerely hope I never have to go back to that place or I may end up incinerating some people, laws of the Soul Society be damned."

"Hmm," murmured Momo as she snuggled back into his shoulder, "Let's not talk anymore."

The happy couple lapsed into silence as they sat together on the bench watching the wind blow the Sakura petals dance on the breeze.

TIMESKIP: A FEW MONTHS LATER

Harry scowled as he tossed yet another piece of paper into the 'done' tray on his desk. The past few months had been a bloody nightmare. First, a group of Arrancar, Hollows that had removed there masks to gain Soul Reaper powers had attacked Karakura town in the World of the Living, a team of high ranking Soul Reapers had been deployed to said town to protect it, including Captain Hitsugaya, Lieutenant Matsumoto and Renji, along with a fully recovered Rukia. Shortly after, another group of Arrancar had attacked, only to be summarily defeated. A few weeks later, yet another group had attacked. It was as if Aizen wanted his minions to be defeated! Whether that was the truth or not, it was generating a massive amount of paperwork for the Officers of the Thirteen Court Guard Squads.

Harry looked up as the door to his office opened and a random peon came in with a large stack of paperwork. Harry looked at the several large stacks that already surrounded him, put his head on the desk and burst into tears.

Ya know what? I'm gonna leave it there. I was going to do Momos conversation with Hitsugaya over that thing he's got, but I wasn't sure how to do it. As you can probably tell, Harrys beginning to get back some of his memories. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with Dumbles and co yet, but I do know that Harrys not going to regain his friendships with his old school friends, except possibly Hermione since, as far as I'm concerned, she's his only real friend. I probably won't really bash them, but Harry is no longer the same person he was when he was alive. I apologise is Momo seemed a little OOC, but I've never written her before. If you have any suggestions about who should accompany Harry back to Britain, fell free to let me know. Please review as it makes me feel so happy.