Disclaimer: Bleach belonds to the deranged Tite Kubo, and Harry Potter belongs the equally crazy J.K. Rowling. I on the other hand, am just a arbitrary FanFic writer who is insane enough to merge the worlds of Bleach and Harry Potter together.

Title: The Magic Files

Prologue to Insanity

Currently, Ichigo was housed under the roof of the Soutaichou's vast private office. With a bored expression plastered to his face, he numbly listened to the old man speak in that demanding tone of his. Ichigo risked a forlorn glance out the window, wishing fruitlessly that he was not confined to these dull formalities. It was a perfectly gorgeous day outside, and the sun playfully beckoned to him. The old man sat comfortably behind his desk, hands folded as he explained the situation to the substitute shinigami. Unfortunately, he was not graced with the most decent of news.

Ichigo frowned at the Captain Commander, holding up his hands as if to stop the madness, to hell with formalities, "Wait, wait, wait. Let me get this straightened out."

He tried to grasp his bearings before he spoke again, "You want me to go to some place called Pigfarts-"

"Hogwarts," Yamamoto calmly corrected him.

"Whatever, Hogwarts. You want me to go undercover to Hogwarts, a place for witches and wizards, to see if these people pose a threat to Soul Society?" Ichigo asked in disbelief.

"Really, I have a life too. Can't you send someone else?" Ichigo grimaced, his arms crossed.

Yamamoto sighed, as if he explained the situation a hundred times over, which indeed was the case, "The winter war has taken a great casualty on Seretei, in which we are still short on staff."

Ichigo interrupted, "There is no way my dad is ever going to-"

"-Already taken care of, Kurosaki. I have spoken to your father about the mission, and on the contrary, he has taken to it quite well," Yamamoto offered.

Ichigo silently cursed under his breath for having such luck. Of course he couldn't depend on his father to be the responsible one.

"Kurosaki-san, you have shown us that you are a capable, trustworthy allay, which we are grateful for. If I could only ask for your support a little longer, it would prove very helpful to me, personally," The Soutaicho added.

There was a pause. Ichigo ran a hand through his rebellious orange hair, helplessly knowing there was no way out of this mess no matter how much effort he put into arguing.

He groaned inwardly, "Okay, I get it. Fine. What's the time duration of the mission again?"

"One year," Yamamoto answered.

Ichigo shut his eyes and muttered regretfully, "I'll do it."

"Excellent. You have already been enrolled, all you need to do is consult Urahara-san about this so called 'magic', and it's correlation to 'reiatsu'. Also, you will be accompanied by Kuchiki Rukia, and Hitsugaya Toshiro, seeing that we are heading into unknown territory, more reinforcement will be sent if necessary."

As Yamamoto continued speaking, Ichigo strangely felt as if he never had a choice to begin with.

I'm being screwed again aren't I? Ichigo scowled to himself.

That's for sure, Answered a voice in his head, most likely his hollow.

"Using the senkaimon, you will be escorted to London by the end of this month. All of your directions and information are in this packet, and I will be waiting for your first report by the end of next month," Yamamoto handed him a manila folder.

Ichigo glances at the heavy folder in his unwilling hands, and he mentally read the printed Kanji letters: The Magic Files

Was the Soul Society actually serious about this? Ichigo sourly imagined what he could possibly learn at this school, and picturing a likely senario in his head, he saw himself pulling a fluffy rabbit out of a top hat. Absently, wondered what Rukia and Toshiro thought about the mission.

"I am putting you and Hitsugaya Taichou in charge of this mission, do not fail me now," the Soutaichou declared.

"Why me? I'm sure Toshiro can handle himself," Ichigo said, trying to make an escape from the extra paper work.

A flicker of amusement flashed through the Soutaichou's eyes before he said, "It would serve as a good experience to practice filing reports, Kurosaki."

Ichigo muttered despondently, "I'm sure it will."

"Good luck, Kurosaki-san," he gave him a small smile before tersely waving him out of his office.

Ichigo was pushed out of the old man's office, and feeling beyond disgruntled, he stormed out of the First Division. Not overly excited to visit the Twelfth division, he decided to stall for time, instead gazing overhead at the calming blue sky. The sunrays tasted sweet on his tongue and as light fluffy clouds grazed lazily in the wind, he imagined drifting on them to nowhere in particular. Looking at the world now, so much has changed since the fall of Aizen, each breath he took reminded him how alive he was, and how amazing the world appeared still standing.

After the winter war, the heavy spell of Aizen's terror dissipated, leaving truce and accord between the wrongly convicted. People similar to Shinji and Kisuke were reinstated for their false accusations, allowing them to return to Seretei if they so wished. The Vizards declined, instead favoring their nomadic lives over the strict laws of Soul Society. It was almost like a happy ending, excluding the fact that the experience would never be erased, and the casualties would never be forgotten. Reality could blatantly be displayed over the three empty captain positions, namely the third, fifth, and ninth. Ichigo had been offered the fifth division many times over because it seemed only right for the hero of both worlds to inherit it. However, there was still one difficulty from obtaining the seat, and that would be the fact that he was still alive. Ichigo was unwilling to give up his life in the world of the living, deeming it highly inappropriate to abandon his family. His refusal of the position didn't dismiss the fact that he was treated with the utmost respect from the shinigami population, but for now, no one has claimed captaincy over any of the empty captain seats.

This is not to say that no promotions have been made. Kuchiki Rukia was rewarded the status of a Lieutenant one month after the war, however, much to the Noble head Kuchiki Byakuya's dismay. Even then it was a cause for celebration, and Ichigo couldn't help but feel happy for the annoying midget. Heaving a sigh, he finally stretched before heading over towards the twelfth barracks in search of Urahara. Soon enough, he spotted the ex-shop owner consulting Kurosutchi, the bizarre Taichou of the twelfth division. Strangely, Urahara and Kurosutchi shared leadership in the Research and Development department.

The fact that Urahara ceased to wear his traditional hat and shoes didn't stop Ichigo from calling him by his old nick name, "Oye, Geta Boshi-san, I need your help."

Urahara looked up from his conversation, and gave him a sly smile, "Ah, if it isn't my little prodigy, how may I help you?" He dismissed a rather miffed Kurosutchi.

Ichigo blanched, "I thought I told you not to call me that anymore."

"Well it's better than being called a pervert. Don't think I missed you eyeing my dear Yoruichi after she transformed," Urahara grinned playfully.

Despite himself he blushed, "W-what? How could I avoid her when she purposely attempts to get naked in front of me?"

"Now, now, don't get so worked up. I was only teasing," the blond man chuckled.

Huffing indignantly, he was in a slightly more irritated mood as he tried to remember why he needed Urahara's help.

Kisuke spoke again, "Is there something I can do for you?"

"Um…yeah, here, explain this to me," Ichigo carelessly tossed Urahara his mission file.

"Oh yes! The Magic File..." Urahara murmured.

A gleam of significance entered his eyes as he said, "Well, this discovery is rather recent, couldn't imagine how long this has been going on right under Soul Society's nose. This 'magic' is still undergoing tons of research. I'll give you the gist on what we know so far."

Urahara began, "So these people- rather, witches and wizards, they have what we call reiatsu. Somehow, and this is the tricky part, they managed to channel their reiatsu into a through a new medium in a form they call...Magic," Urahara said dramatically using hand motions to emphasis his point.

"They do it with this stick thing here called a wand-" Urahara protruded a thin wooden stick from his side pocket.

"We've actually had some success in transferring reiatsu into magic in the laboratory...What to hear about it?" He asked excitedly.

"Maybe later, just get to the point," Ichigo said bluntly.

"Yes, the point, the point... Oh, the problem is, we are worried they might discover Shinigamis. They haven't yet, but we are unsure of how far this 'magic' has developed, and they pose a moderate threat to the balance of souls. This is where you come in. Your job is to find out more about this 'magic'. It's ability's, history, power, and so on. What are the magical people's intentions? What do the students learn at the school?" Urahara said animatedly.

"Get it?" He smiled.

"Yeah, I get it," Ichigo said with disinterest.

This whole ordeal was another chore loaded onto the poor sixteen year olds' back, another thing he could live happily without.

"That's my boy," Urahara patted Ichigo on the back.

Ichigo swatted his hand away, before saying a quick, "Thanks."

The substitute shinigami escaped the twelfth division, eager to return home and hopefully sleep…that is, if there were ever to be an absence of hollows. Using his zanpakutou, he prepared to open a Senkaimon.

Kisuke followed the boy outside to call over his shoulder, like a chiding mother hen, "Don't forget to review you mission file otherwise you'll be unprepared! You have four years of wizard schooling to prepare for!"

He shrugged off Urahara's words prior to disappearing into the bright light as he was escorted by a jigokucho, or a hell butterfly. Ichigo reappeared in Karakura Town, conveniently right above the Kurosaki Clinic.

On the first floor, a window opened followed by the voice of his annoying father as it rang through the night sky, "Get your butt in here boy, it's past your bedtime!"

A vein pulsed through his forehead, and Ichigo swept down from above, kicking his dad in the face before slipping through the window of their living room.

"Urusai, Ossan," He growled.

His idiot of a father held on dearly to his face, suppressing his nose bleed as he whined about how uncouth his son was.

Rolling his eyes he scoffed, "People are finally going to think you've lost it if you keep yelling at nothing."

"For Kami's sake, it's only nine o' clock, and don't you think I'm a little too old to have a bedtime?" Ichigo scowled.

Isshine yelled, "My boy will never outgrow his dear daddy!"

Continuing on his rant, the orange haired son pointed straight at his father and shouted, "Shut up! Another thing: Why the hell did you agree to let me attend some magic school in England?"

A serious face crossed his father's face as he casually wiped the trickling blood from his nose. Thinking that his dad was through with his antics for once, Ichigo crossed his arms in waiting of an explanation.

Rising to his feet, Isshin released a powerful round house kick before shouting just as loudly, "Because, idiot son of mine, I'm the father and you shall do as I say!"

Ichigo barely evaded the deadly kick and countered with a punch to the gut, "Damn you senile man! I'll be missing a whole year of school! Don't you care about my education?"

"Deal with it, you'll just have to repeat a grade, dammit!"

Father and son proceed to wrestle across the living room floor, before Karin finally decided to intervene. Pulling her father off Ichigo's soul form, she slapped him across the head before kicking her brother up the stairs.

"You two cause a hell of a racket. Can't even watch T.V. in peace around here," She muttered, irritated.

Yuzu shook her head disapprovingly, "Karin, you should be gentle, dad is getting old."

The father immediately began to sniffle as he rushed to the oddly placed portrait of his late wife, "Oh my dear Misaki! Our children are so disrespectful!"

Meanwhile, Ichigo placed himself inside his still body, slightly in a better mood when he found that Kon was nowhere to be seen. Tossing his manila folder to the side, he settled in, hoping for some peace and quiet. He still had three weeks before going on that ridiculous mission to Hogwarts, and although everything seemed so unbelievable, what other choice did he have but to go through with it?

A/N: Why am I doing this to myself? I have put way to many stories on my plate…insane? Yes. So after becoming obsessed with Bleach/Hogwarts crossovers, I decided to come up with something of my own. This story will slightly go in cannon with the fifth book, and if their are any questions, don't hesitate to ask. Even though the story basically for my amusement, it is my first crossover, so I'm interested in your opinion. If you like what you read, then don't hesitate to review, and if you don't like it, go ahead and press that review button anyway!

I'm a pyromaniac, so flames are welcome. Anyway…If I receive enough attention I might continue.

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