(So, this is set during book five in the Harry Potter universe and sometime after Ichigo defeated Aizen in Bleach. The Bleach storyline is not going to be following canon very closely after that, but this story might not even get to that point so it doesn't really matter. All you need to know is that the Shinigami have a sort of friendship with some Espada who are still alive, and Shiro and Ichigo are gonna end up together)

(P.S, I'm in the process of rewriting all the old chapters so if you're an old follower, I recommend reading the story again for a slightly more interesting and easier to read experience. The main plot points are still the same, but hopefully easier to read! ^^)

Harry was just about ready to explode when Dudley started talking about Cedric and once he got to the point where he started mimicking a Harry that was screaming for his parents, it just became too much for him. He almost did not register as he pulled his wand out and pointed it at his cousin, but stilled immediately as he felt the air suddenly turn incredibly cold. He watched his cousin turn around and start running as a silent dread started creeping up on him.

"Dudley! No! You're running straight at it!"

He shouted as he saw a huge dementor attack his cousin and push him up against the wall of the tunnel. Harry quickly whipped out his wand to ward the dementor away, but before he could even start thinking about anything happy another dementor had swished past him and was holding him by the neck. As the dementor slowly moved closer to his face he desperately tried to think of something happy, anything, just something!

But just as he raised his wand to utter the spell, a sudden thump, almost like the sound of a body hitting the ground was heard, and the dementor that was holding Dudley shrieked.

Harry quickly looked over at the other dementor and saw that a man with bright orange hair was standing in front of the dementor with a huge cleaver like sword. Harry couldn't describe it in any other way except for maybe a giant kitchen knife.

The dementor had let go of his cousin and Dudley lay on the ground, shivering. The dementor holding Harry suddenly let out a shriek and let go of his neck, swiftly turning towards the newcomer instead. Harry quickly shook his head and raised his wand again, thinking up the happiest memory he could find, desperately trying to fight the cold depression away.

"Ex… Expecto…"

Harry tried, but all that appeared was a small strip of smoke, and the dementors were still closing in on the orange haired boy, who raised his sword to try to slice them in half.

"Expecto… Patronum!"

Harry shouted and a big shimmering white stag exploded out of his wand and galloped towards the dementors. It rammed straight into the nearest one, making it shriek in pain and flee, but before it could charge to attack the remaining one, another, louder shriek was heard and the other dementor was cut right down the middle.

Harry stared, wide-eyed as the creature continued to shriek in pain and then slowly started disintegrating in front of him.

The orangette let out a low huff and casually slung the gigantic sword over his shoulder, letting it rest there while glancing down at Dudley who was still lying on the ground, shaking violently. He studied him for a moment before concluding that he would be fine and turned his gaze to Harry who stiffened, still with his wand out.

The raven quickly lowered his wand and hid it behind his back, staring at the other with a wary look in his eyes. The redhead was just about to say something when he suddenly stiffened and looked around the empty street, seeming to be searching for something. Before Harry could even open his mouth the other was gone and the sound of hurried footsteps reached his ears.

Harry looked up to see his neighbour Mrs Figg, who seemed to be muttering to herself about useless and lazy idiots.

"Take your wand back out Harry!"

She said and Harry stared at her with wide eyes.

"Huh?" He said, not believing what he was hearing.

"You don't know if there are any more of them around here. Get up!" She hissed out towards the still shaking Dudley, and Harry moved over to help steady his cousin and started following Ms Figg back to the Dursley house again.

Ichigo took a deep breath as he saw the young boy and the lady leave, sheathing his enormous sword again.

'That was way too close…'

He thought as he shunpoed back to his house, reaching out with his reiatsu to make sure that no more of those… things were around. He frowned as he entered his house again, remembering the way the cloaked creatures had made him feel. It was an indescribable sense of emptiness and hopelessness, and he swore that he'd never felt a similar cold in his entire life. I had brought up a lot of memories that he'd prefer to never have to think about again and they still felt so much like hollows. From the little information he had been able to find when he arrived in this world, he knew that they were called Dementors, and the boy was definitely a wizard. He'd already met a few witches and wizards here and there, but he preferred not to talk to them, since they had a knack for deeming him 'a suspicious figure'.

He sighed as he flopped down onto his soft couch with a low thump and curled up into a comfortable position. He'd been living alone in this house for about a month now, and he was still no closer to finding a way of getting home to his own world again.

"Stupid Urahara…"

He mumbled as he thought back about the reason to why he was in this weird world in the first place.

"C'mon now Kurosaki-san, it will be fun!"

The blonde man said with a wide grin on his shadowed face, swishing his fan in front of Ichigo.

"Why do I have to be your lab rat?"

The annoyed redhead grumbled out as he looked around the big training room that was located underneath the Urahara Shoten, where one Kisuke Urahara had set up a giant gate, much like the one he'd used to transport Ichigo and his friends to Hueco Mundo to save Orihime.

"Because you will find a way back even if something goes wrong!"

The other said as his grin widened, ducking the rock that the redhead threw at his head.

"What the hell's that supposed to mean!"

Ichigo shouted but the shopkeeper just laughed.

"C'mon, it will be fine! I helped you get to Soul Society to save Rukia-chan, and Hueco Mundo to save Hime-chan, can't you help me test one of my inventions?"

The redhead frowned and put his hands in his pockets, thinking about it for a while. Then he sighed in defeat and brought out his combat pass, swiftly pushing it against his chest. He laid his body down on the ground and stood up again.

"Fine, I'll test your transporter thing."

"Why do I have to be so helpful…"

Ichigo mumbled to himself as he rested on the couch. The war had only been over for a few months, and he was already stuck in another predicament.

"Well, it's cuz yer' too soft King."

The voice of his hollow, newly dubbed 'Hichigo Shirosaki' echoed in his head and Ichigo rolled his eyes.

"Yeah yeah, I'm a big softie, I know. Can't you try to help me find a way to get home instead of nagging all the time?"

He shot back and was met with a cold laugh.

"Heh, sorry King, I can't help ya' there. Maybe you should try asking one of the wizards? They should know a way ta' get us back."

Ichigo sighed softly as he noticed the way the hollow said 'we' and started at the ceiling with a soft expression.

"You miss it too, don't you?"

He said quietly. His only answer was silence, which was all he needed to confirm his words. He sighed and put his hands underneath his head, mumbling out;

"I don't know, maybe they do know how to help us, but I doubt that they actually will…"

The hollow kept quiet and Ichigo closed his eyes, deciding to think more about what to do once he woke up.

Harry stared up at his ceiling as he thought about what had happened. He had been attacked by dementors. In little Whinging, and apparently Ms Figg knew Dumbledore, and she had been watching over Harry for the whole summer, and no one had told him anything. They just left him, watching him from the shadows without telling him-

Harry quickly sat up when he heard a crash downstairs. He shot up from his bed with his wand in his hand. A burglar? He slowly left the room and walked down the corridor, stopping at the top of the stairs with his wand raised.

"Who's there?"

He said as he heard whispering coming from the kitchen, which immediately quieted as he spoke.

"Who's there?"

He repeated and another voice piped up.

"Let's stop standing around here in the dark." And a wand lit up at the bottom of the stairs. Harry stared down at the group with wide eyes.

"Hiya Harry!"

The young woman whose wand was lit said and Harry continued to stare at them with a shocked expression.

"Professor Lupin? Professor Moody?"

He said as he slowly descended the stairs and got a closer look at the group.

"How do we know that it's actually him?"

Moody said as he stared at Harry.

"He could be a Death eater in disguise, we should ask something that only the real Potter would know."

"Harry, what shape does your Patronous take?" Lupin asked as Harry reached the bottom of the stairs.

"A stag." Harry answered.

"Mm, it's him Moody." Lupin said with a smile.

Ichigo sighed. Living amongst regular humans was both harder and easier in spiritual form. On one hand, he didn't need to worry about being seen when he went out, and on the other he couldn't be seen when he went out. This made things like getting food and somewhere to live very hard. He'd been extremely lucky to have found an empty, not too run down house to live in, and a small diner where he could pick up the leftover food before they threw it out for the day. It wasn't the most glamorous lifestyle, but he managed.

He was currently perched on top of a lamppost outside of a long row of dark brick townhouses, which all showed different families and households doing their daily evening chores, but that did not interest him at the moment. What was interesting tho, was the very obvious gap between nr 11 and nr 13. None of the humans in the area seems to care, they probably thought someone had made a mistake when they built the house, but Ichigo could feel the steady thrum of power around the area where the two houses met.

The feeling of magic. He'd found the area while scouting for somewhere to live a few weeks ago, and he just couldn't let the place go. He knew that some wizards had put a spell around it to hide something, but he didn't know if it would be wise to try to find out more or not. Just as he started to think about leaving for the night, he felt a group of magical auras rapidly approaching his current location. He whipped his head up and stared up at the stars, trying to locate them.

From the corner of his eye he saw what looked like a group of people on broomsticks zooming down towards him, and realised that he might soon know what the wizards were hiding between the houses. He crouched down on top of the lamppost as the wizards landed, trusting the broken bulb and his dark clothes would be enough to hide him from their view.

They seemed to be in a hurry and were looking around like they were being followed by something very dangerous and Ichigo suddenly noticed that the young boy in their midst seemed very familiar. He realised, as the boy turned towards the houses, that it was the boy he'd med that night with the dementors, the one who'd fought one of them off.

But Ichigo didn't have any time to think more about that since the magical barrier between the buildings suddenly shifted slightly, and suddenly he saw the silhouette of another house in between them. He shifted his body just a tiny bit to make sure that he hadn't imagined it, and as soon as he did…

"Stupefy!"

Ichigo quickly shunpoed off of the lamp post and onto the ground, a few meters away from the wizards. The one who'd uttered the spell, a scary looking man whose face was covered in more scars than skin, stepped in front of the raven haired boy and growled out;

"Who are you?! What are you doing here?!"

While he and the other wizards pointed their wands at him.

Ichigo held his hands up as a show of peace and backed half a step.

"Sorry!"

He said, very grateful about the fact that he'd decided to take up some extra English lessons when he'd returned to school after the war, and tried to look as innocent as he could.

"I didn't mean to frighten you." He said but the wizards did not seem impressed.

"Identify yourself!"

The scarred man said and pointed his wand at Ichigo's chest.

"Why are you here?! Are you one of You-know-who's spies?!"

The man said and Ichigo looked back at him with a confused expression.

"Actually, I don't know who, what are you talking about?"

Ichigo asked and the black haired boy finally seemed to recognise him.

"It's you!"

He said and pointed at the redhead, making all the wizards look at him.

"You're the one who killed that dementor!"

He exclaimed and the wizards heads whipped back around towards Ichigo again.

"Killed a dementor? Impossible!"

Moody grunted and threateningly extended his arm again.

"But he did!" Harry continued while looking at Ichigo.

"He used that sword and cut it in half!"

The wizards eyes wandered over to the giant cleaver-like blade that was strapped to the boys' back and Moody grunted again.

"Fine! Bring him inside! And don't you dare try anything!" He growled at Ichigo who kept his hands raised in surrender and let Lupin and Tonks bring him forward and into the house.

Once they entered the house, the young black haired boy was gently prodded up the stairs and Ichigo was pushed into what seemed to be a kitchen, full of people. As soon as he stepped through the doorway, all of their heads shot up towards him. They seemed instantly on edge and Ichigo growled slightly at the hard shove of a wand in his back.

"Alastor, what is the meaning of this?"

A woman with red hair a shade duller than Ichigo's, who's whole demeanor just screamed 'mother' said, shooting Ichigo a slightly worried glance.

"He was sitting on a lamppost outside, most likely waiting for Potter to arrive!"

Moody growled out and poked Ichigo in the back again, making said man growl a bit.

"I was not!" Ichigo said and shot the man a defiant glance.

"Hmpf! Like we're gonna believe that!" Moody growled and shoved him once more, causing Ichigo to growl too.

"I don't even know who you're talking about!" The redhead said, making Moody let out a mocking chuckle.

"Like hell you don't, everyone knows who Potter is, you can pull that one on someone else, Death eater!"

He growled out, causing Ichigo to stare at him with a genuinely confused expression.

"Excuse me?" He said with a frown. "What did you call me?"

"Don't try to be smart with me-!"

"Alastor."

A calm voice suddenly interrupted Moody's words and Ichigo looked up to see an old man with a long white beard and a tall wizards hat looking down at them, eyes glinting behind the half moon-shaped glasses.

"I believe the boy is a bit confused, maybe we should try to start again?"

He said and the other wizards in the room seemed a bit reluctant towards his friendliness.

"Albus, are you sure that this is a good idea…?" Sirius mumbled when Dumbledore gestured for the redhead to sit down on one of the chairs around the table with Lupin and Tonks on each side of him.

"Of course Sirius."

Dumbledore said and sat down at the end of the table, eyes turned to Ichigo. The others slowly sat down as well, still eyeing the newcomer warily, and on Moody's end, glaring at him.

"So."

Dumbledore said when they had all calmed down slightly. "Who might you be young man?" He asked with a small glimmer in his eye.

"My name is Ichigo Kurosaki."

"Japanese?"

Dumbledore said, to which Ichigo nodded. "Well Ichigo, my name is Albus Dumbledore, and I must say that your English is quite remarkable."

"Thank you?"

Ichigo mumbled with a raised eyebrow.

"Now, would you be so kind and tell us why you were sitting outside of our headquarters in the middle of the night?"

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