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Tonight's tale will be filled humor, adventure, action, and with a slight chance of romance. I leave you with this crossover of Harry Potter and Bleach. Both Items are registered trademarks of their original companies and as such are in no way, shape, or form owned by Magnus DeWinter.

Eleven-year-old Harry potter was walking out of Gringots when Hagrid yanked him to the side.

"Harry! Stay next to me!" Hagrid shouted.

Harry stood gob smacked as the massive creature appeared out of nowhere and began to destroy everything. It was huge, two or three times the size of Hagrid. It was mostly an inky black color and moved like those monkeys at the zoo with a hole in its chest. The most standout feature was that it wore a mask. A pure white mask reminiscent of a twisted skull covered its face from view. Twisted yellow eyes shone with a hunger and madness. It Let loose a blood freezing cry. Several wizards turned and began to fling spells at the creature. Several struck the mask and it shattered. It let out a pain-ridden scream, as it seemed to dissolve.

"Hagrid, what was that thing?"

"That Harry was called a hollow. They are a right nasty piece of work those hollows. They aren't normally seen. Wizards and witches can bring them down, but muggles can't see or even hear them. Wards usually keep them away but every once and a while they get through. You shatter that mask and they dissolve to nothing. Well, lets get your books wand."

Harry looked through Florish and Blotts and got all his books He also looked for a book on hollows. Something about them just sticks with him. The only mention he could find was a couple older tomes, finding your Zanpakto and Vizard transformations made safe and easy! The tomes just seemed to call to him and stuck like the hollow did. He put them in the pile paid the man. Hagrid smiled at Harry and told him he had to grab something real quick while he got his wand. Harry stepped in the door and felt like he was being watched. "Ah, Mr. Potter, I was wondering when you would be walking through my door."

Harry snapped to his side to see a man with silver eyes. His wild hair lent him an eccentric look. He wore a brown sweater vest over a gray long sleeved shirt and khaki pants. He had the appearance of a muggle college professor. He smiled, "Let's get started shall we? Which is your wand arm?"

Harry raised his right hand and Mr Olivander jumped to work while a magical measuring tape measured about everything. It took a while and soon several shelves were empty and harry was looking confused, "Does it normally take this long?"

Olivander smiled gleefully, "No, it doesn't but I absolutely adore a tough customer! Everyone is usually one or two, but you my boy, I have to dig through my inventory! I love it!"

Harry seemed surprised at the answer. If this guy liked having to search through his shop, who was he to question? "Let's try this odd one, "Holly, phoenix feather, 11 inches… No, but that was the closest. Hmm… I thing I may need to get the CASE."

He went behind the counter and retrieved a large ebony case. He opened it and displayed several shiny new wands. "These are new. I am attempting to merge new and old. These are made of certain stones instead of wood. Awkward, but powerful wands made for more difficult clients. 12 inches, black marble with phoenix feather. Great for dueling and defense."

Harry picked up the black wand and he felt a rush. Like a reunion between two old friends; it was exhilarating and very much addicting. The tip erupted in black and red sparks. "Very interesting. The phoenix feather was the give away."

"How so?"

"This phoenix gave only three feathers. Two tail feathers and one from it's crown. Your wand holds the crown. The others are in this holly wand, and the one that left that scar upon your brow. I believe that we can expect great things from you,"

Harry stood in shock. He looked at his wand in awe. "Voldemort's wand,"

"Yes. Would you like to hear more about your wand?"

"Um, sure…"

Olivander smiled dreamily. "Yours was a particularly hard construction. You see, crown feathers are very hard to work with; they have a lot of power locked inside. It shattered every wood I tried to use. So I tried the old stone wands from the time of merlin. His wand was made of crystal if I recall the tale correctly. That black marble is from near Stonehenge."

"How much…"

"Nothing, the fact that one of my newer works has been used, makes it all worth while. Good luck Mr. Potter. I have a feeling that perhaps you may need it in the future."

Harry nodded and exited the shop. There stood Hagrid holding something behind him, "Happy birthday Harry!" He said as he pulled the object out from behind him.

There in a cage sat what had to be the most beautiful snowy owl he had ever seen. Its wide yellow eyes met his green and it gave a soft hoot. His solemn mood from the wand shop forgotten; he opened the cage and the bird flew to his shoulder, quite pleased to be on its new perch. She lightly nipped Harry's ear. "She's a right fine Owl. Most people go for larger owls but I figured you'd like her more; seems right taken with ya too."

"You were right Hagrid, she's perfect. Aren't you Hedwig?"

The owl gave an affirmative hoot, as if saying and don't you forget it.

"Harry, You can stay at the leaky cauldron until you need to hop on the train. Ol' Tom will floo you to the platform. Don't worry about paying for it. Tom owes me one."

Harry was delighted. He didn't have to go back to the Dursley's. He was having the greatest summer he had ever experienced. He walked back to the pub with Hagrid and Hedwig. Once inside, Tom handed Harry the key marked No. 7 and said dinner was on the house. Harry pulled his trunk next to the bed and pulled out his extra books. The first tome he opened was finding your Zanpakto. He found the book confusing but understandable. The basic gist was to get in touch with your own soul. To delve deep and find that part of your soul that cried out. The meditative state was very deep and wasn't easily obtained. After four hours he felt his mind slide backwards into his head…

The scenery was that of a suburban area made of many white boxes. It was basically Surrey but it was all white. And no people from what he could see. He looked around until he found someone. The figure was tall, almost 6'4" with dark brown hair. Dark sunglasses covered his eyes. His unshaven face was set in a passive neutral gaze. A long billowy black coat covered his thin frame. "Welcome Harry. I have wanted to speak to you for a long time."

"Who are you?"

"My name is Za…Tsu" His name wasn't said very clearly. It was as if me mumbled.

"You will have to speak a little more clearly. I didn't catch all of that."

The passive look gained a slight smile. "The fact that you even heard any of my name shows promise Harry. My name is Zange.su."

"Zangetsu?"

The slight smile grew. A wand was withdrawn from his pocket. It was Harry's new wand. He swung it and it shifted into a long blade. It had no guard and it's handle bore a cloth wrap. "Should you need to, grip your wand and call my name. For I am your Zanpakto, your Soul Slayer. Once a month, we shall meet like this and I will teach you to wield me and slay hollows."

"What are hollows?"

"Hollows are corrupted souls who gave in to hatred and fear after their death. Their emotions ate away at them and made them hollows, lost souls that feed upon other souls."

"They are dead? Like ghosts?"

"Ghosts are souls that saw the light at the end of the tunnel and chose to remain. They cannot become Hollows. Souls who have died and linger will appear different."

"This is a lot to take in."

Zangetsu nodded, "Go Harry. You have a long life. We can continue this later" he said as the world darkened and Harry felt like the world fell away…

Harry found himself back in Room number 7 in the leaky cauldron. Hedwig was sitting on the back of the chair watching him. He saw his wand lying on the open tome that explained Soul Slayers. He firmly gripped his wand and quietly spoke "Zangetsu,"

A black mist flew out of his wand and a moment later he held Zangetsu in his hand. The blade had a little weight to it. But compared to the various boxes his aunt had him haul out of their attic it was nothing. The candlelight gleamed off of the black surface and the cloth wrapped handle felt right in his hand. He could feel the energy mingling between him and the blade. He frowned, "How do I get it to change back?"

A moment later it shifted back to being his marble wand again. Harry couldn't believe that his wand could become that massive blade. He turned to Hedwig, "What do you think girl?"

She gave another soft hoot Wow. Her master was powerful, a little odd, but she liked him. He seemed to know just where to scratch and he fed her bacon! Those owners never fed her tasty treats or pet her. Harry talked to her not at her. She flew over to Harry and gave another hoot. "I'm glad you're my owl. I'm sorry I don't have anyone to send letters to. I don't think you'll be flying much."

Hoot hoot That's Ok

"I feel like walking through the alley, want to tag along?"

Hedwig hopped up on Harry's shoulder and nipped his ear. He chuckled as he walked down stairs and walked into the alley. The general hustle and bustle of the alley amazed young Harry as people in long flowing cloaks and several goblins meandered about. He spotted the only goblin he actually knows the name of. "Good evening Griphook."

The goblin turned on the spot, shocked that a human knew his name. Not wanting to appear rude he returned the greeting. "Good evening Mr. Potter. How are you faring?"

"Quite well. I'm away from those horrible people and am actually getting a chance to eat regularly,"

Griphook arched his eyebrow, "You were being abused?"

Harry shook his head. "Neglected more like it."

"Mr. Potter, You should speak to someone in the ministry. They could pull you out…"

"I am afraid I don't know how to contact the ministry or whom to contact."

"Your owl can carry a letter. Sent it to the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Madame Bones is a good person for a human. No offence,"

"None taken,"

Yes, I am using Ichigo's Zanpakto for harry. It saves some time.