I have adopted Broken Soul from Leigh-koi: There will be some changes to the story, but it will keep the same essence.

Summary:Leigh moves to a new town in hopes to relax from the pain against Voldemort, but she'll soon realize that the Elder Wand needs her.

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

I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1: Leaving...

This was it. This was the moment Leigh and everyone in currently fighting at the final battle of Hogwart, have been waiting for as she saw two flashes of red and green light clash together, faster than the human eye could see. However, to the Girl-Who-Lived, Leigh Lillian Potter, it was the exact opposite. To her ,it was as if these last few seconds were hours long. She wanted to feel surprised when Voldemort's wand slipped from his fingers and the green light of the killing curse reverted to its owner, striking him in the chest.

Leigh's breathing was harsh and shallow and her expression was practically nonexistent as she watched the shock on her enemy's face as the snake lord falls to his death. He dropped to the burnt ground rather gracefully, strangely enough. She watched him, not making a move… not noticing the fleeing death eaters get away from a one-way trip to Azkaban Prison. As she continued to watch Voldemort's dead body, she ignored the screams of happiness roaring in everyone's heart. She couldn't look away from the snake-man for some reason. Somehow, despite all the terror he caused everyone here today and herself, for the passed seven years, she couldn't help but feel a grudging respect for him.

It was difficult to explain, but she understood perfectly. This man lying dead on the ground, was the prime example of what Leigh could have become if she had not been able to open her heart to Ron and Hermione. Leigh and Voldemort had similar life styles when they were young. Both got picked on by other kids and lived in abusive families or orphanages, but somehow she was able to see a bright side. She had hope for her future when she lived with the Dursley's. Leigh hoped that one day she would find the happiness that she needed. Unlike her, Voldemort hadn't had the hope to search. He never had friends, but instead devoted followers that feared him, as well as a deranged Bellatrix Lestrange. She felt as though she still hasn't quite found "it", but it's closer everyday. At least, she hoped so. The thought made her feel a little sorrow, but she never dared shed any tears for him. After everything great, horrible, but great, it would seem dishonorable to mourn his death. Voldemort had known perfectly well that his intentions were evil from the very beginning when he asked Professor Slughorn about Horcruxes.

Three hours have passed since the final battle and that's exactly how long people have been in the Great Hall partying their hearts out. She felt bitter that everyone was able to celebrate so quickly. Leigh couldn't sit still anymore and listen to everyone's cheerful laughter, so she subconsciously made her way up to the headmaster's office under her invisibility cloak. She couldn't bring herself to talk to anyone anymore. She couldn't blame anyone for wanting to celebrate, she really couldn't, but her heart was too heavy for any celebrations, even though it was in her honor, or so she heard. The girl mentally thanked Luna when the odd, but wonderful friend came to her side, and as if knowing what Leigh longed for, she shouted out a crazy name for a creature that no one else believed could possibly exist, was in the room. Leigh took advantage of everyone's distraction, flipped the cloak over her small, athletic body, and hurried out of the hall.

Her movements were purely instinct now, as her mind went numb. She couldn't think straight anymore as she walked passed the secret entrance into the office she hadn't been inside for almost a year. Looking around, she couldn't stop herself from giving a small, sad smile. The office hadn't changed a bit. It was almost as if Hogwarts had wanted to protect the last remaining dignity it had besides the Room of Requirement from the invading Death Eaters. Although, the only person that had been allowed to enter the office was Severus Snape for being Dumbledore's man ever since Voldemort killed her mother.

Well, what could she say? Leigh would be lying if she didn't say that it was a shock for her that Professor Snape, the meanest, snarkiest man in Hogwarts had been great friends with her mother when they were younger, let alone had been in love with her. Until a few hours ago she never wanted to acknowledge how brave and honorable he had truly became over time. She realized what a mistake that was when he was bitten in the neck by Nagini because Voldemort selfishly thought he was the owner of the Elder wand. Now she couldn't help herself in thinking about all the times he saved her life. The cursed broom in first year, sort of defending her against Argus Filch when he thought his precious devil-cat was dead. In her third year, attempting to shield her and her friends against Remus when he was in his werewolf form. He'd stood right in front with both arms spread wide, ready to take the hit (or bite). She wasn't even sure if he had his wand in hand at the time. He had done so much for her over the years, including helping in her search for a way to destroy a few horcruxes without her knowing until the end. Even though his protection came to Leigh because of being the daughter of Lily Evans Potter, he still sacrificed himself.

When she arrived inside the office, she looked up, almost startled when she heard a sudden rush of more applause and cheering coming from the portraits hanging on the walls. The noise made her feel like she just woke up from a seven-year long dream. Despite the paintings on the walls, the only one she wanted to see this very moment was an old man with half-moon spectacles. She spotted him at once, having the largest frame out of all the former headmasters and mistresses of this school.

"My dear girl," Albus began. "I cannot possibly describe how impeccably proud I am of you right now."

She looked away, feeling ridiculously shy like a first year all over again. Leigh looked back up to see the most sparkling eyes she'd ever seen in the old man's wrinkled face. She could swear that he looked like he wanted to shed some tears any minute now. She opened her mouth, but no words would form. She wasn't sure what to say anymore. Most of the conversations they ever had together were generally about Voldemort, and now that he was no more, she suddenly felt nervous to speak to him.

"Then don't. He's gone now. I was able to gain possession of the Elder wand just as you wanted," She said almost breathy. "But I don't want the wand anymore."

"Indeed so," The former headmaster said.

"I'll hide it away, so no one can challenge me and the life of the Elder wand will end. I will be its final master." Leigh concluded.

"I believe I agree wholeheartedly with your idea. If I may ask, why are you alone? Where are Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley?"

Leigh would bet anything that her face turned pasty when he asked her that question. She did not want to think about what happened, but the moment Professor Dumbledore asked her that question she felt her memory return to her mind like the Hogwarts Express slammed into her brain at top speed. Her breathing became unsteady and she looked away from the portrait once again. Her breath came out in short gasps as she lost myself in the memory.

The memory started when just before Leigh defeated Draco Malfoy and stole his wand from him. It happened when Leigh Ron, and Hermione were trapped inside the Malfoy Manor dungeons. Things went from deep shit to absolute hell. It began when Hermione had been dragged out of the cell by Bellatrix Lestrange. Her and Ron were forced to watch as Hermione was subjected to the Cruciatus curse over and over again. They'd asked her questions of where her friends were. She almost wished that Hermione hadn't placed a disillusionment charm on them at the last minute when they were ambushed. It was smart of her to do so, as always, but seeing her being tortured was heart breaking, especially when there had to have been something she could've done about it. She would never be able to forget the look of absolute pain on Hermione's face when she begged for Bellatrix to stop, to kill her, anything to stop the pain.

Leigh tried to calm her breathing, not wanting to let tears run out of her eyes as she recalled the memory. In the end, she and Ron hadn't been able to do a thing because they were chained to the wall inside the cell as well as their wands being taken away by the lower ranking Death Eaters. As a result, they were forced to watch as Hermione's eyes dulled lifelessly.

flashback

Ron shouted, screaming as loud as he could manage. He struggled the best he could to get out of the chains binding him to the wall when he heard Hermione's cries of pain. There were wards around the cell, so he couldn't apparate out of the chains that dug into his wrists as he struggled out of them. That wasn't to say that Leigh hadn't tried to help either, but listening to Hermione's screams made her lose her head at the time. She wondered how much longer her best friend would be able to stand the curse that caused excruciating pain. After Hermione succumbed to the curse, Dobby came to the rescue and with his unusual elven magic, helped his Mistress Leigh Potter and her Weazy out of the manor.

Once they arrived at Bill and Fleur's house she turned to her only friend and was met with a wand pointed to her face. When Ron had been set free by Dobby he'd grabbed his wand just in time before they left the cell. Ron's hand trembled with anger as he tried to refrain from yelling the first spell that came to mind at his long time friend. Leigh knew that Ron had been in love with Hermione. She often saw them holding hands as they slept at Grimmauld Place and now that she was unable to be helped, she could see the sadness and regret in his eyes as he pointed his wand at her. There was no fooling anyone. Leigh could read what he was thinking in his eyes as he looked at her. Ron hated her now; wanted her gone. Within the hour, she'd lost her best friends. The only thing keeping Ron from cursing her with every spell he knew was that Hermione's death was still fresh in his mind. She backed away from Ron, trying to tell him that she understood. She would leave and never bother anyone again. It broke her heart to do it, but she apparated away from Ron. Since then she fulfilled the prophecy and stopped Voldemort on her own.

End flashback

Dumbledore frowned with worry as he saw his precious student's eyes turn red and her chest taking ragged breath's. "Leigh?" He asked, coaxing her to speak. She couldn't though. No matter how much time it takes, she will never be able to get over this. Every night she sleeps she can hear Hermione's screams and Ron's words of hatred even though he hadn't spoken to her that night, only turning his wand on her.

She gave him a bitter snort. "What do you think happened?"

"I could venture a guess, but I do not wish to overstep my boundaries in case I'm wrong," He admitted to her. His voice attempted to sooth her, but she didn't want to listen to his piteous tone.

"I don't want to talk about it. The only thing I'll say is that I'll never be seeing them again," She replied. Her voice struggled to remain steady when she talked, but somehow she managed, if not coming off a bit cold-hearted. Leigh took a deep breath as she tried to think of something else. She was once again successful in keeping in her sadness. She never liked crying in front of people during the few times she actually did. She sighed in relief when she thought of something else.

"Will Professor Snape get his own portrait in here?" she asked finally.

"He should. He was a headmaster of Hogwarts, after all. No matter how short a period it was," He replied.

"P-Professor, I don't think I can-" Leigh began but was interrupted by sharp tapping on the window. Dumbledore nodded for her to check it out and she sighed obediently doing as he asked. She strolled to the window, not really caring for what the owl was clutching between its talons, but once again she found herself being unable to say no to the great wizard.

She was glad she didn't.

Leigh opened the window and allowed the owl entrance. She took the scroll that was clutched by the owl and paid it when she saw that it was the Daily prophet. She opened the newspaper expecting to see an article giving a detailed description on how Voldemort was dead, and there was. There was also another article alongside the other one. In giant bold moving letters, there was the title:

"LEIGH POTTER! FEARED TO BECOME THE NEXT DARK WITCH!"

By Rita Skeeter

"WHAT!" Leigh growled loudly.

Standing on the scene of the final battle was a sight to see, but now that it's over, I question myself. How did 12 year-old Leigh Potter acquire the power to destroy this menacing evil? Could she have done the same thing as the former Dark Lord had? Just a moment ago, I received a quote from an anonymous student who greatly helped my idea unfold.

"How did Potter acquire this so called 'power'? One moment she's on the floor screaming to her mum to save her from The Dark Lord and the next, she's the hero. I don't believe for a second that Potter acquired these powers through natural causes or legal ones for that matter. How did she do this? I'll tell you. It's dark magic, that's how," said Anonymous Student

The nameless student continued to graciously give me more important information that you would find most interesting to read and look out for. She should have been in Slytherin her first year. She also has the ability to speak Parseltongue, the language of snakes...

There was more to the article, but she couldn't stand to read anymore of the bullshit that was written out on the page. Leigh glared at the author's name. Great, it was written by her deceitful publicist. Everyone seemed to believe what she wrote. And for the last time, she was 17 years-old, NOT 12.

"Incendio," Leigh muttered softly to the newspaper.

Now, the statement she was going to say before the owl's interruption returned full force.

"Professor," she began calmly. "As I was saying, I can't stay here anymore. I have to-"

The door slammed open "THERE SHE IS! GET HER BEFORE-!" She heard. Whipping around, Leigh saw a mass of witches and wizards standing at the doorway to the beautiful office. Dozen's of wands pointed at her. Just for the record, she took back everything remotely kind she ever said about them. Yeah right did they just want to relax from the stress of the reign of terror, now they believe that another is about to start.

"You don't actually believe this rubbish is true, do you?" she asked hurt by their words. She could not believe this was happening. After everything she sacrificed for these people because they couldn't do it themselves, and now they bloody well accuse her of potentially becoming the next Dark Lady.

"Well! How did you get that power? Well?" Everyone began to ask me separately.

It was becoming hard to understand them. All the noise was turning into something similar to her nightmares. She heard a piercing noise enter her eardrums. She placed her hands over her ears, but couldn't get the sounds of Hermione's screams away from her. It seems that Leigh will be forever cursed with the memory even as her eyes were open. Her vision began to change from looking at the distrustful glares, to a glare of hatred that hurt her the most from Ron's blue eyes.

"Everyone get out! NOW! HOW COULD YOU FOOLS BELIEVE THIS GARBAGE! YOU ALL SAW THE SPELL SHE USED! IT WAS NOT DARK!" Leigh heard roared.

Leigh opened her eyes and realized that she was kneeling on the floor when she felt an arm urging her to stand up. She looked up and noticed a very stern- more like extremely pissed off look on Professor McGonnigal's face. She turned to the side and saw who was holding her up. It was Luna Lovegood. Leigh didn't think she ever seriously appreciated her before now. She saw the look in her eyes. No longer did they look like they were off in Never-Never Land, but instead they held anger and protectiveness. Leigh held onto Luna's arm.

Everyone was pushed out the door by a spell from Professor McGonnigal. Leigh leaned further into Luna when she began to pet her hair. She closed her eyes once again trying to keep her breathing under control. Leigh turned into Luna's hug and she continued to pet her hair, but she listened as Professor McGonnigal began to speak.

"So Miss Potter, what was it I heard about your desire to move away?"

"Don't think for a minute that you can get away from me Leigh. We're going with you." Luna said. "I do believe I might be possessed by a Wiggyshield. They are very protective of there friends and loved ones." She said in the dream-like voice she reserved for Leigh.

Leigh hid her face in Luna's neck grimacing as she tried her hardest to hold her tears back.

It's been three days since Leigh, Luna, and Professor Minerva McGonnigal arrived at Godric's Hollow, where Leigh Potter lived when she was a baby. Leigh was able to get to know her former home a little more then the first time she came here looking for horcruxes, but she knew that the trio could not stay there forever. Their presence in the house would rouse unwanted attention soon enough.

Each of the women in the house had an unusual power. Leigh was the Girl-Who-Lived and killer of Voldemort. McGonnigal had the power due to experience and she promised the younger ladies that she would help them as much as possible. The day before Leigh found out the youngest witch's special ability. Luna had the power of a seer.

Flashback*

Leigh walked into the living room and she automatically spotted the longhaired blonde reading a book and facing away from her.

"Hello Leigh," Luna said not facing her.

"Hi," she replied. "Can I ask you something?"

"You would like to know how I know when you're there. Right?" Luna said turning to her friend.

"Yes, I have been curious about that far a while now," Leigh said curiously wondering how she knew.

Luna smiled sweetly. "You need only ask dear friend."

Leigh shifted a nervously on her heals. It felt good when she said that to her, but couldn't help feeling guilty for allowing Hermione to die and sorrow because of Ron's hatred for her. She wasn't sure she'd be able to let anyone but Luna in again. If she did, then it would definitely take time.

"Leigh, no matter what you may think of yourself, it is not your fault," Luna said frowning. "Please don't be sad. I hate seeing my friend so upset," She walked up to Leigh and gave her a hug, which was returned.

"It's strange. I feel that even before we met that day in my fifth year and your fourth year, you seemed to know me so well. You've always known the right things to say and make me feel better when I have one of my nightmares. I never tell you about them," she finished.

Boy you sure like to ramble, Leigh thought towards herself.

"No you're not rambling. I love hearing you speak. The speakerwings invaded your voice box. I hear that is very good luck on the last Saturday of Christmas holidays." Luna leaned in and whispered, "And to answer your question, I'm a seer."

Leigh looked on worried. She wasn't like Professor Trelawney was she?

"No Leigh, she's known for prophecies that are few and far between. I can see into the future and catch small images based on choices people make, but it doesn't happen all the time."

Leigh sighed in relief. She hated prophecies anyway.

End Flashback*

Leigh and Luna were sitting at the kitchen table finishing their dinner. They still needed to discuss where they were going to live. Minerva gave the decision to them, saying anywhere was fine with her. As a result, their living possibilities became the topic of discussion.

"Where do you want to live Leigh?" Luna asked.

"Um~ I'm not really sure, but I'd prefer somewhere far and not in this country," Leigh replied, refraining from sneering at the memory of the back stabbing bastards.

"I understand," Luna replied. Then she thought of something that would cheer her up. "Leigh, would you like to try something fun?"

Leigh gave an expression of interest. "Okay. What is it?"

Luna stood from her chair and gestured for Leigh to do the same. Luna whipped out her wand and Leigh stood behind her to watch. Luna wanted Leigh to trust her entirely, so did not mind her friend being behind her. Luna waved her wand and a life-size blue hologram sphere appeared between them. Luna turned around and began to speak again.

"This can be our way to decide where in this world we're going to go. It is a game. You close your eyes, spin the sphere, and let your finger run across it until it stops. Where ever it lands is where we'll go. I hear muggles enjoy doing this when they can't decide on where to travel," Luna explained.

Leigh lifted an eyebrow. It did look tempting, she'll admit. Even more so because she'd never seen the Dursley's doing such things. It was unnecessary and the Dursley's demanded perfection.

"Um~ okay, so who's going to spin and touch the sphere?"

"I'll spin," Luna volunteered.

Leigh placed a finger on the globe and closed her eyes. She felt the globe spin fast, feeling the rough edges of the hard land and damp places of where there should be water. When ten seconds passed, the sphere stopped and her finger landed so she opened her eyes and saw it landed on a small country.

"I guess were going to Japan," Leigh said smiling.

"Now it's time to see where in Japan," Luna said dreamily.

A life-size version of the country took over the rest of the globe, and cities and town names appeared. The sphere spun and stopped. Leigh opened her eyes again.

The door opened and in came Professor McGonnigal.

"Have you decided ladies?" She questioned.

"Yep," Luna answered. "We are going to…"

"Karakura, Japan," Leigh finished.

The younger witches laughed when they realized how they sounded like the Weasley twins.

"Very well then. Pack up. We leave tomorrow at noon," The elder witch replied.

On the way to their new home the trio formulated a back-story to tell others in case anyone asked. Minerva would be their grandmother since she was old enough to be. Leigh and Luna would be cousins because they looked too different to be sisters, like they originally wanted. Minerva would be a retired teacher who is taking care of her granddaughters that lost their parents, and it was the truth. While it was clear that Leigh lost her parents to Voldemort, Luna lost her father against the werewolf Fenrir Greyback. Once they arrived to their new home Minerva placed a language spell on the three of them, so they would be able to speak and read the native language, as well as switch back to English whenever they desired.

The next morning Leigh was given a surprise attack from her grandmother. She had to go back to school. A MUGGLE high school. Luna on the other hand was almost bouncing off the walls with excitement. Leigh wouldn't have been surprised if her cousin had seen this coming, but to go to a normal muggle high school? How were they supposed to do this? Leigh voiced her concern.

"I haven't been to a normal school since I was ten. How am I supposed to learn what I missed throughout the years? Also, what about Luna? What did you do before going to Hogwarts?" She directed towards her cousin.

"Don't worry. Everything will be alright." Luna replied snickering. Hmm… The girl had a mischievous side…

"Leigh if you let me finish you would hear a solution to your problem," Minerva scolded lightly.

Leigh blushed. "Sorry… Min-Gran." This would take some getting used to.

Minerva held out two jellybeans. Leigh looked confused again and Luna sat back down to listen.

"These jellybeans will give you the knowledge you missed until the lessons you will have tomorrow. Later today you will be taking you exams at Karakura High to see which level you belong in. Luna, you will be a freshman. Leigh, you will be a junior, since you are a year older. Now, eat the candy and head straight back to bed for rest. The potion's effects inside the jellybean's rush of new knowledge will give you a headache if you don't lie down."

Luna scooped her jellybean and skipped to her room. Leigh took her jellybean too, then hesitantly turned around.

"What is it?" Minerva asked without having to look.

"Do we really have to-"

"I'll teach you to become an animagus." She replied instantly.

Leigh bit her lip, but gave into temptation to pout. Che, Hogwarts teachers sure liked to play hardball. She shrugged. Oh well, she was game.

"You've got yourself a deal!" Leigh ate her jellybean and ran up to her room.

"ICHIGO! ICHIGO! IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO GET THE HELL UP! YOU'LL BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!" Shouted the annoying voice of Kon. However, his attempts were futile due to the strong will of the substitute shinigami.

A strong will indeed, considering he grabbed Kon by the head while still sleeping and threw him out the window, which was conveniently open. Kon crashed undignified to the ground after a two-story fall, and he began shouting nonsense at Ichigo; something about cruelty to stuffed animals.

Why that stupid, no good orange-haired idiot! Why did the beautiful onee-chan stick me with a block head like him? Kon grumbled to himself.

"Aibou, you'll have to do better than that if you want to beat me," An albino taunted while smirking.

"Tsk," A voice of annoyance answered in return. "I could say the same to you."

"Ooh~ tough words to say considering I know everything about you."

Ichigo rolled his eyes as he listened to his inner hollow trash talk him to get angry, so they could fight seriously. Yep, that's right. All this hostility because he still hasn't named the bastard. And now he had to face a constant battle for control when he slept or fought other hollows. However, irritating as it was to hear, his hollow look-alike was right. The hollow knew and learned everything he did and at the exact same time as he did, but the styles they used to fight with their power were completely different. He preferred to fight on the intent to protect his friends while his hollow claimed it to be instinct. The reason being, when opponents find a power equal to theirs, they will want to do anything to overpower them and turn the enemy into the prey before they are. In other words, kill them to prove they are stronger.

Ichigo sighed and wiped sweat away from his face and grimaced when he felt the sting of a cut on his cheek. He was only glad it wouldn't show on his face in the conscious world or he'd have to deal with unnecessary worrying from Yuzu.

Ichigo's hollow shook his shoulder to adjust his muscles and snorted amused when he sensed Ichigo's father's reiatsu heading inside the room. The hollow flicked his hand to force Ichigo out of his sideways inner world to face his randomly attacking father. Once Ichigo was gone he narrowed his eyes with wonder.

What was that power I sensed? The hollow thought once Ichigo returned to consciousness, not letting the teen hear.

"ICHIIIIIGOOOO!"

Ichigo woke up as soon as he heard the first syllable of his name. Seeing as this happened every single day it was no surprise when he saw his father try to land a drop kick to his face. His father could be predictable at times so he easily dodged the foot that made its way to his face. Ichigo grabbed Isshin's foot and twisted it, forcing his father to land face down on his bed.

Ichigo held his father's face down and growled in frustration

"Ugh! Old man, you are so annoying doing this to me every morning or when I let my guard down even a little."

"Ichi-nii, just stop. You know he won't listen," Karin said irritated from the doorway. "Come down to the kitchen you two. Yuzu has breakfast ready."

Isshin's eyes glinted in freakish father determination. "Yuzu-chan, I'm coming my darling daughter!" He shouted racing out the door.

Ichigo groaned as he got off his bed and got ready for school. As he got ready something caught in the corner of his eye. He turned his head to get a better look and saw a dark-haired girl sleeping in her bed across from his own since her window was open. Recently the house next to the clinic was for sale, but he guessed someone scooped it up. He shrugged indifferently before leaving his room. He trudged down the stairs and went to the kitchen to grab a piece of toast.

"Ichi-nii, is that all you're going to eat?" Yuzu asked concerned about her brother's health.

"Thanks Yuzu, but it's fine. I gotta go or I'll be late for school," He replied.

A/N:

I hope you liked it. I shall continue forward.

Yours Truly,

Princess of Red