The Demon and the Angel

Summary: AU Harry comes into his inheritance at the age of sixteen as a Zanpakuto, a being who partners with a Shinigami to cleanse evil spirits called Hollows. Only, before he can meet his Shinigami, he's summoned by Muramasa to help 'free' his fellow Zanpakuto from their Shinigami. And as if to make things even harder, the crazed Kazeshini seems have taken a liking to him. Year 6.

Warning: Slash, Oc, Creature!Harry. AU.

"Thoughts."

Challenge by: Lady Ryou

Pairings: Kazeshini/Harry, Onesided Hyorinmaru/Harry, Onesided Others/Harry, Onesided Others/Ichigo. Hitsugaya/Ichigo/Muramasa. Byakuya/Renji.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Bleach.

Prolouge

Shivering, Harry pulled his cloak around him tighter, taking a moment to stop everything and just breath deeply so he could see his breath turn frosty, shaping into delicate snowflakes that floated almost hesitantly down to the ground, the only thing keeping them from staying up being gravity which pulled incessantly on them, each and everyone falling around his feet as if worshipfully.

He took a moment to awe in what was happening before his brain kicked in, sounding much like Hermione when it reminded him in a crisp whisper that his breath should not be visible, nor should it be turning into snow flakes during the heat of summer. In fact, he shouldn't be so cold, either, especially when the weather was this sunny, the temperature over eighty-eight degrees.

"It's unnatural," Something in him whispered darkly, the voice switching to his much hated aunt's voice, "What have you done now to be so freakish?"

Harry instantly stopped that train of thought, glaring down at his bare feet which were wriggled into the soft, if slightly firm and grainy, dirt and sand mixture that circled the Great Lake.

"Who says I've done anything? And I'm not a freak. And this," Harry gestured to the beautiful snowflakes that circled him reverently, unmelting and unwaveringly despite the heat, "Isn't unnatural. It's just magic. Magic," Harry stated firmly.

Despite his words, Harry knew it was not...normal, although his reluctance to use the word he despised remained, he could not bring himself to be anything but be fascinated. Part of him, the part that sounded like Hermione, informed him almost as if scandalized that he hadn't done it already, that he should inform the Headmaster.

But he couldn't. This, whatever it may be, was his secret, something for only his eyes, and his ears, for only him. And, having had nothing to himself, Harry would protect it with his life, if it came down to it.

A round of sharp, incessant beeping noises brought Harry back from his thoughts and he glanced down at his wrist, which sported a muggle wrist watch with a cloth black band, wincing slightly at the glowing red numbers which proclaimed it was ten minutes till eleven, which was when the Hogwarts' Express would leave.

Sighing, Harry threw one last look at the Great Lake, dipping his feet in closer to the water which lapped at his light caramel tanned toes as coolly, before standing, his shrunken trunk in his jeans pocket, stuffing his hands in the pockets on his dark and light gray striped jacket before heading towards the Hogwarts' Express.

Hesitating as he got closer, Harry impulsively turned around to look at Hogwarts.

"Goodbye," Harry stated softly, unsure as to why he felt the need to say it, or why there was a great weight of sadness and anxiety in his gut, but going along with it anyway.

Something caressed the side of his face lightly, and it took Harry a moment to realize it was Hogwarts's saying goodbye back to him.

"Harry James Potter!"

Hermione's voice cut through whatever moment Harry was having with the castle (he was unsure as to what being told 'goodbye' to by Hogwarts's even meant) and wincing, Harry quickly donned his invisibility cloak, muttering a quick anti-point me, and an anti-accio on himself and the cloak before boarding the train. Not a second later Hermione and Ron were passing were he had been, Hermione glaring with one hand cupping over her eyes, the other on her hip, and Ron frowning deeply, his eyes darting over his shoulder as if he though Harry would just appear behind him, both obviously searching for him.

Sliding into what he thought was an empty compartment, Harry slid onto a seat with a sigh, eyes closing in relief, not bothering to remove his cloak.

"You've got some suckling sorbeers on your shoulder, Harry," Harry jumped at the dazed and dreamy voice that could belong to no one but Luna, his eyes snapping open, he turned around to face the smiling girl in surprise.

He hadn't taken off his invisibility cloak, so how...?

Shaking his head as if to rid himself of the question, Harry slid off his invisibility cloak and turned to face the blond haired girl.

"Um, what?"

Harry blinked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Luna's smile deepened, her silver eyes dreamy and almost giddy.

"Suckling sorbeers, silly. They're winged fae that like to hide in bits of cloth," Luna sighed, leaning her head against the window and gazing out of it dreamily.

"Okay," Harry blinked, semi used to his friend's...uniqueness, but not entirely sure what to say.

Luna just continued to smile.

"You shouldn't worry too much, Harry, the Gnieb Wodahs will take care of you," Luna stated confidently after a moment of silence, "He'll love you from the moment you sneeze, and he'll never leave," Her eyes were warm and dazed as she turned them to Harry, giggling softly at his confused expression.

"Um, okay?"

Harry nodded, not entirely sure what a Gnieb Wodahs, but more amused then irritated with the blond's unusual antics.

-

Before Harry knew it, the train was coming to a halt and he was already wishing he could be back at Hogwarts, his feet buried in the warm, moist sand, or swimming in the Great Lake, or even bundled up by the fire with a warm mug of butterbeer.

Shaking his head as if to rid himself of these thoughts, Harry readied to stand, his invisibility cloak already wrapped snuggly around his shoulders, but before he could get up something was being shoved into his face.

Jumping back down slightly, Harry gently eased the large box from Luna's hands, looking up in confusion at the smiling girl.

"Happy birthday, Harry. May you find peace and happiness with your Gnieb Wodahs and Redleiw," Luna smiled, turning around and leaving with the soft swish of her robe before Harry could say anything.

Staring after her for a moment before shrugging, Harry shrunk his gift and gently eased it into the inside pocket of his jacket before fully covering himself in his invisibility cloak and, taking a deep breath, leaving his compartment.

Weaving through the mass of students and muggles that clogged the train station was a little easier then Harry expected, although he ran into Hermione and Ron and the rest of the Weasely clan more times then he could count, all of them searching for him frantically. Harry felt a pang of guilt at his actions, and for making them worry, but he couldn't stand to face them at the moment.

He still loved them both, and he still thought of the Weasely's as his family, but everything was just spinning out of control too much for him to handle being around them at the moment, and Sirius' death didn't make anything easier.

He had no one to talk to about what was happening to him, sure, he could tell his friends, but Hermione would immediately demand that he go to the Headmaster, her faith in her elders and the professors unwavering, and Harry feared Ron would become jealous again, mimicking his actions in their fourth year when he had been forced to enter to Tri-Wizard Tournament.

He couldn't help but wish Sirius was there, for the what seemed like the hundredth-thousandth time, so he could tell him about how his lips sometime turned blue, and how he seemed to breath snow and ice and he could make fire appear from his fingers when he became irritated enough. Or how he had woken up floating above his bed more times than he could count, for what reason he didn't know why, or the dreams he always seemed to get, every single day since sixth year had started, but likewise always seemed to forget in the mornings.

Sighing in relief as he made it past his overbearing friends, Harry quickly pulled of his cloak, making sure to slip it into his muggle back, before making his way to where he could see his relatives waiting, all three of them obviously irritated.

He was greeted with angry, disgusted looks, his aunt frantically looking around them as he slid into the car.

Harry knew she was making sure no one saw him with them. He almost felt like they were doing some sort of drug deal, and the though of his aunt, who relished all things normal, at a street corner, the shady lamps illuminating the otherwise dusk night as she handled a drug deal made Harry stifle a snort of amusement.

Almost as if she knew what he was thinking, Petunia glared at him.

"When we get to the house, you are to immediately go to your room and stay there, am I understood? Marge will becoming over for a few weeks and I will not have your...abnormalities ruining her vacation. Nor will I have a repeat of what you did that time," Petunia sniffed, tilting her thin nose in the air with an air of superiority, Vernon glaring at Harry from the side mirror as if daring him to disagree.

"Yes, Aunt Petunia," Harry obliged easily enough, glad he wouldn't be forced to spend time with the horrendous woman, and inwardly snickering at the memory of accidentally blowing up the gaudy woman.

Throwing one last look over his shoulder, Harry prepared himself for what he knew would be the worst summer of his life.

Or so he thought.

T.B.C

I got the lovely plot idea from Lady Ryou, and fell in love with the idea, so despite the fact that I have many other stories I need to write, and a school project, I have decided to take it up. ^-^ For those of you who read EoM, I will be writing up the next chapter today and will have it up by the end of the week.

On a side note, the Bleach universe will be introduced in the next chapter, and so will Kazeshini. :)