Here's a bonus chapter as an apology for being out for so long. I hope ya like it and there's not any major mistakes. Details (if someone wants them) you get from original chapter 22. Hoping that you will read my announcement, have a nice day. Good night.

Draco Malfoy had been losing weight recently. He was glad that he hadn't been able to see his mother for some time, since she would be freaking out about his condition.

Grimacing nastily, he remembered Potter's face when he looked at him. First, it was suspicion. That didn't bother him, since it was true that he had something bad on his mind. But other expression was… Worry. That made Draco's stomach flip. He absolutely loathed the thought. He wasn't someone who needed pity! He had to get that clock working and after that he would have his favor. And his family would… No, it wasn't time to think that yet. First priority would be to complete the mission!

Draco shoved his hands to in to pockets and disappeared through the door of Room of Requirements. He never noticed a pair of amber eyes following him.

Ichigo leaned to a doorframe. He focused his senses and followed a white-haired boy's movements in the room which shouldn't exist. Draco Malfoy. That boy resembled too much his father, but he still could be saved. He was young. However, it wasn't clear how he would work this one out. The boy had refused help what Severus had offered him, so what made professor to think that Ichigo would be any better? Of course, he had better… Sine qua nons for this kind of job.

Ichigo smirked before walking next to the wall and pouring his spiritual pressure in the wall in familiar manner. A door appeared.

It was different than the last one which led to Harry's defense against dark arts lesson. This one was a lot simpler and didn't have fancy spiral decorations. Ichigo opened the door carefully, not expecting a wand pressing his neck when he got inside.

"Close the door. Now. And then turn left." A cold voice commanded.

Ichigo did as told, not that he was afraid, but it didn't help to rebel now. Recognizing the voice made him smirk when he turned his back at attacker.

"What are you doing here? And how did you get inside?" the voice demanded, however Ichigo could sense a hint of fear in it. Poor kid. Ichigo grit his teeth before tilting his head down and smirking. No, he shouldn't feel like this. But he was smirking anyway.

"Well, well…" he drawled, flexing his neck and turned to look at horrified sixteen-year-old. Draco Malfoy could see his reflection from one hungry golden eye looking at him. He visibly gulped.

"Would you mind telling me what exactly you have been doing here?" the orange-haired man bent down to Draco's level, pushing his wand to side with one finger. Malfoy snarled in manner which reminded Soul Reaper about one blue haired bastard he knew. For few seconds, they only glared each other. Or Malfoy glared. He noticed how he wasn't taken seriously by this foreigner, seeing only amusement in his eyes. And glee he didn't like at all. That look in the golden eye didn't mean any good.

"Don't meddle with something you don't know!" Malfoy growled: "These business go way over your status! You don't know what kind of persons are involved!"

Draco frowned when other man got up, shrugging dismissively: "I think I have a pretty good feeling about that."

"Snape ratted, didn't he?!"

"I dunno. Maybe he did. Doesn't concern you, ne?" Ichigo flashed a grin to the terrified student, enjoying the situation far more he should have.

"Maybe he wanted ta help ya, didn' ya think dat?" Draco frowned at the change of speech. The peacekeeper or guard of the Hogwarts seemed to have something to hide as well. Not mention the eye patch he had gotten during the summer. Draco suddenly remembered what his mother had whispered to him when they had met last time.

"Watch around you. Don't trust anyone."

Of course he had known that even without her telling it to him. But now, some why it made more sense. She had warned him about the new personnel of Hogwarts.

Damn.

When Draco was quickly thinking a solution about the situation, Ichigo had a battle of his own. He was grinning sadistically to Malfoy, what would be normal if he had felt Shiro around, but he didn't. He couldn't hear his hollow anywhere, nor could he hear Zangetsu. It worried him. He couldn't think clearly, it was like fog had invaded his mind. Only thing he felt was... a sadistic glee. He could smell blood.

It was sick, he realized that, but the smell and the feeling was so strong that he couldn't resist. It felt good. Better than anything for a while. Or ever. He loved that feeling. He was the predator, that was the prey, and it was completely under his judgment what would happen next. He was the King.

That thought woke up orange-haired Soul Reaper. Even for a second that he could escape the Room of Requirements and leave a very confused boy after him.

Ichigo leaned to a wall, gritting his teeth. He could still feel an animal growling inside him, the bass of the voice rumbling in his chest: "Control! We are the… We are… Kill him. He doesn'… Blood. Blood. He is…!" Ichigo tried to suppress the voices, he had done that many times before. But this time it was harder since he actually enjoyed the sound in his head. It was so right. The voice was like the meaning of life he hadn't discovered before. Groaning, he run a hand over his face when realization hit him. It was actually Grimmjow who had woke him up from his mad state.

"I'm the King" was his trademark sentence.

Sneezing violently, a blue haired arrancar shivered. He got an eyebrow lift from an old friend of his.

"Getting sick, Grimmjow?" Harribel asked. Grimmjow frowned, shaking his head. He hadn't ever been sick in his life! Some why his mind travelled to an orange haired bastard whom ass he needed to beat. Grinning sadistically, he decided to take a trip to check his eternal rival.

Harribel rolled his eyes at Grimmjow's cliché statement, not bothering to tell him he had talked out loud. When blue-haired man disappeared in the black hole, the busty woman wondered if he knew where that Soul Reaper was in the moment. Probably not. Well, she couldn't care less.

Grimmjow appeared in the middle of big room. It had a pretty sky, but it reminded him about that bastard Aizen too much. And his tea parties. He looked around. There was a lot small people watching at him. He hated small people. Turning around, he noticed some older people, one of them resembling Soul Reaper's boss, that white bearded bastard.

"Where's Kurosaki? I need to beat his ass." Grimmjow stated as matter of the fact. Like always.

Minerva hadn't liked Ichigo Kurosaki from the start. He just gave her bad vibes in every turn. And now she had to lead this… Maniac to him? What was Albus thinking?

"Maannn… What a boring castle. Are you sure strawberry is here? Why are the paintings talking? Are the stairs moving? Why they are moving? Why is it that you have so ridiculous clothing? Is there really wizards? Are you a wizard? Do you really change people into frogs?"

Minerva McGonagall was this close not to change the man into one.

Harry and his gang was walking to the Great Hall for lunch. They saw a man with same ridiculous hair color as Ichigo.

"Blimey. I have a bright hair but look at him!" Ron pointed at blue-haired man walking next to the professor McGonagall.

"Ron! It's rude to point!" Hermione scolded, even when she was glaring at the newcomer as well.

"Look at him! It's freaking blue his hair color!" Ron almost shouted, making Harry to face palm when the mentioned man turned to look at them.

"What's yer problem wit' ma hair color?" the man growled animalistically.

Ron paled visibly before stuttering: "No, nothing… I just was wondering how great it looked!" It was now time for Hermione repeat Harry's reaction, sure that Ron would be in grave danger this time as well. They never expected…

"Really? Hey, cool bro! I knew ya would be cool!" Grimmjow took Ron in the headlock, rubbing his hair. Ron didn't appreciate, but didn't dear to move. "Ya know Strawberry, right?" blue-haired man asked from Harry and Hermione.

"S-strawberry? No sir, doesn't ring a bell…" Hermione answered. "Who are you, mister…?"

The stranger grinned.

"No one has called me a mister!" he laughed maniacally: "Name's Grimmjow. And ya sure ya haven' heard 'bout Ichigo? Orange hair an' stuff…"

"Ichigo? Why are you looking for him?"

"Imma gonna kill 'im." Grimmjow grinned, making all other four pale. "Mister Grimmjow!" McGonagall coughed: "I never heard about killing. Why are you looking for mister Kurosaki?"

Grimmjow laughed even harder.

Ichigo was tired, and had a gut feeling that something bad was about to happen. He didn't care about the feeling though, since he had a lot other things on his mind. Like the feeling that he had to kill something. Shit.

He had visited his mind after getting back to his quarters. First, it seemed like nothing was wrong. Buildings were as fucked up as always, and weather half-cloudy. Nothing new. But then he had reached the door. The black fucking door invading his mind. It had taken way too much space than he had like it to have. The black substance oozing from the door had been spreading even further, though it was still closed. Worst thing was that he couldn't reach his partners no more. There wasn't any sign of Zangetsu or Shiro. He didn't mind the door, the real problem was what it had done to his friends. And what it did to Ichigo. He walked closer the black substance, reluctant to touch it, and smelled blood. The same blood he had smelled with Draco.

It made him sick, but at the same time he inhaled the smell as much as he could before he had to back off. Maybe he really was mad? Right now he was battling against his morale not to smell that but he wanted to smell it. It was like there was two of him. It was worrying indeed.

Grimmjow could feel everything wasn't alright. He had been always good at recognizing spiritual pressures, and now he could tell that his favorite berry wasn't alright. The feeling he got, was so dark, depressing…

He hated depressed people. He would beat him as long as depression was gone. That was the way.