I Do Not Own Harry Potter Or Bleach.

Main Characters: Harry and Kenpachi Zaraki

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"Won't you tell me your name?" Kenpachi rasped, voice hoarse

He lay bleeding on the ground, dirt mixing with the blood from his wounds and the sweat from his fight.

Distantly he could hear the sounds of a fight. Heard the clash of swords and the swearing and the screams of pain.

His squad had been called for immediate reinforcements. Arriving they had found an ambush of hollows. The squad that had called for backup had been killed except for one man who had been possessed. It had been a trap

'I have told you,' came the whispered voice, 'that I will tell you only when you are ready to listen.'

Ghostly arms wrapped around his shoulder, hugging him almost gently. Kenpachi knew better then to try and look at the figure. He would vanish as soon as Kenpachi tried to look. He was not allowed to look until he heard his name.

"I am ready to listen!" Kenpachi hissed. "I want you to bath in the blood of our enemies with me!"

'And that is the reason,' The man whispered almost sadly.

'Don't tell me you don't like blood." Kenpachi said in shock.

How could his soul representation not like blood? He sure liked it enough.

'I do not care about blood, I love it, hate it, and just don't care' The voice said exasperated. 'What I want is for you to realize life.'

"Life?" Kenpachi frowned. "What do you mean?"

'When do you feel alive? Why do you feel alive?'

Kenpachi immediately went to say 'in battle, because it's fucking fun'. But then he paused. That was always his answer. It was obvious, but…

"I feel alive when I'm fighting." He said. "Feeling the adrenaline course through my body and reiatsu slowly drain from use. I feel alive when I cut down those who oppose me, when I run with Yachiru by my side and my squad behind me. I alive free when I feel the wind hit me as I leap after an opponent. I feel alive running and battling."

'Why?'

"Because it makes me feel strong, makes me feel weightless and care-less. It makes me feel...makes me feel…free."

'Imagine it.'

Kenpachi closed his eyes and delved into the feeling of battle. He felt the utter joy and freedom of fighting tooth and nail. Felt the utter freedom of the wind and the blood and the battle. He felt alive.

He felt his reiatsu stir. His wounds started to fizzle and close ever so slowly.

'Now open your eyes.'

And Kenpachi did so. He stared up at the darkening sky. Beside him sat Ikkaku, too exhausted to move. Yumichika and Yachiru were off to the side ferociously fighting off the remaining hollows, trying to protect Kenpachi and Ikkaku instead of just pushing through, and failing. The rest of his squad lay dead.

He idly noted that the two still fighting were ignoring the first rule of division eleven

Every man for himself.

And the second rule.

Even If a comrade is dying in a fight, you will not interfere. A fight to the death is honourable.

He supposed that Yumichika would never just let that happen, even if the rules said so. And Yachiru always disobeyed the rules. He should of expected this.

Kenpachi rose silently, using all his strength just to stumble to his feet. He swayed a moment then spread his feet to balance and prepare himself. Ikkaku rose beside him, only making it to his knees, but rising all the same, gaining strength from seeing Kenpachi fight worse wounds to fight again. The man grunted from the pain and Kenpachi barely flickered his eyes over the bald third seat.

"Yachiru, get Yumichika back here."

Yachiru obeyed in a flash, hefting the much larger man away from the battle. At least she knew to obey direct orders, rules. She gazed up at him with soft green eyes that were hardened for the battle, blazing with bloodlust and hate and vengeance. She looked so innocent, so harmless when out of battle that no one remembered that she was his partner, that she was older then most other members of the society, that she had gained lieutenant status faster then any. Some asked how he could let such a child go into battle. But they never saw the way her eyes blazed and her sword slashed when she was in a fight. They never saw how at home she was in the blood strewn fields.

The hollows roared their fury at their play things vanishing. He turned to gaze at them. They were so pitifully hideous. But that would not stay his hand. No mercy.

'Are you ready?'

"Yes." Kenpachi nodded.

He settled into a position, jabbing his broken rusty sword in his scabbard at his waist. He rested his hand on the hilt, ready to draw.

'Are you ready to listen?'

"Yes."

'Are you ready to feel freedom?'

"Yes."

'Are you ready to feel alive?'

"Yes!"

'Then call my name.'

And Kenpachi got the first glimpse of his Zanpakuto. He was humanoid, looking for all a man of twenty with feathery black hair that curled and tangled and looked wild. He wasn't tall but he was lean and willowy. He wore what looked like black and red robes with a cape of silvery red that shimmered and seemed to change colors like no object could. At his waist was what looked like a stick and on his hand a chipped stone ring.

His eyes though, were the most fetching thing on him. They were green. As green as any precious jewel and they shone with fire. Shone with life.

Kenpachi didn't even notice as more reinforcements arrived. He didn't notice as everyone including his own men, the newly arrived Hitsugaya and Matsumoto, and the hollows all froze at his abrupt spike in reiatsu. He didn't notice his auror grow and twist into shapes and shadows. He didn't notice the hollows chatter nervously, for once wondering if they should go up against him, doubting as no hollow should be able to.

All he saw were eyes of green fire.

"On wings of blood, feel free as you fly, Master of Death," Kenpachi said aloud, "Destroy their Souls! Zetsumei Hari!

And all Kenpachi heard was Hari's delighted laugh as he tore through the hollows along side him with the power over blood and wind and a protection of blood.

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The End

Author's Note:

You might have guessed, but if not Kenpachi's Zanpakuto is Harry Potter. And I thought control over blood and wind was appropriate. I always thought that Harry was in his element in the air and Kenpachi in blood. That the air was Harry's freedom.

The control over blood, along with the protection of blood, come from his mother's blood wards. I would think Harry would be affected by that.

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