A/N Just want to apologize for the horrible ooc ness in this chapter. Me no J.K. Rowling or Tite Kubo

My next day wasn't exactly going so good. In all subjects I had, homework was piled on. Not that I couldn't do it all, I just didn't actually want to. Rukia kept on telling me to, "Man up, Ichigo. She only made you do lines so stop moping all over the place."

"Yea, yea." I had said, waving my left hand around, the not-so-mangled one. Harry's hand was red and puffy looking, with the words carved into the back of his hand, while my hand looked extremely disfigured, so I had to wear gloves so Rukia and the others wouldn't get suspicous.

If I didn't have that reishi sheild, I thought to myself, then how would my hand look now?

"It would most likely be much more mangled looking, as well as having the words 'I will not be disruptive' on the back of your hand." Came Zangetsu's calming voice.

Then... I trailed off, relizing what would've happened. Thanks, guys.

Zangetsu gave a nod ( I could tell), and Hichigo came back at me with a "Yea, I don't want to give that gama the satisfaction, so I didn't do it for you."

I snorted and rolled my eyes, causing some of the classroom to look my way.

"Is something funny, Mr. Kurosaki?" McGonagall asked.

"Oh, no, Professor." I replied. Just some idiot running around in my head.

"Hey!"

The second detention was the same as the previous one. If anything, it was a bit better, since I knew what to expect. Umbrige seemed not to notice the small light blue shield around my hand, and Harry was too occupied in what he was doing to look up.

Actually, it seemed like he was purposley being quiet, trying not to say anything, as if he was in a battle of wills against Umbridge. Harry despised her with a passion, while I just didn't like her, that gama.

I glanced over at Harry's hand, it was red and inflamed, but he was holding in the pain well.

It was well past midnight when we were let out, Umbrige 'tsk'-ing my extremly messed up but other wise wordless right hand.

Right away, when we got into the common room we each made a beeline to our bags. Harry pulled out much more homework than me (which I had sacrificed my lunch hour for), and I just pulled out some paper to write down some things about bow truckles for Proffesor Grubbly Plank. I gave Harry a look and said, "I'm going up to bed." He nodded, and looked up at the clock. 1:24 in the morning. Guess who's not getting good sleep tonight?

Thursday passed in a haze of tiredness. Ron and Harry were sleepy too, but I had no idea why Ron would be tired. I did my homework during lunch again, making Rukia extremley curious.

"Detention" was my one word reply.

The third detention was the same as the other two, except a couple hours in Harry's hand started to ooze blood, and Umbrige chose this moment to look up.

"Ah," she said softly, moving around her desk to examine his hand herself. "Good. That ought to serve as a reminder to you, oughtn't it? You may leave for tonight."

"Do I still have to come back tomorrow?" said Harry picking up his schoolbag with his left hand rather than his smarting right one.

"Oh yes," said Professor Umbridge, smiling as widely as before. "Yes, I think we can etch the message a little deeper with another evening's work."

My brow furrowed in anger at her words, that little witch... Harry looked over in my direction, and Umbridge followed his gaze.

"You can stay here, Mr. Kurosaki, the message doesn't seem to have sunk in enough." Her toady face cracked into a grin.

Harry, at that point, glanced over at the hand that was supposed to have words on it, and his mouth opened into a little "o", just for a couple of seconds. Mine certainly didn't have the writing, but it was definetly more beat up than Harry's. My hand looked like it had been run-over several times in a row by a road roller due to Umbridge's detentions.

Scowling, I glanced over at Harry and waved my hand to indicate he should leave. 'I'll be fine,' I mouthed to him.

With a last look in my direction he turned and exited her office.

After two more hours, I was set free.

"Mr. Kurosaki, there seems to be a problem." Umbridge said sweetly.

"Yes?" I askes through clenched teeth. If I lashed out at her, I'd just get more detentions.

"I don't think that you are fully understanding these lines, so I wish for you to switch hands when writing at your next detention."

How can I possibly write with the hand that she's killed?

"I-"

"You can go, Mr. Kurosaki. Be sure not to run into anyone, since curfew is now in action." She obviously meant otherwise.

Fists cleched angrily, I speed-walked out of her classroom, shutting the door with more force than normal. I mean, I would be fine if it was just me in these torture sessions, but Harry's here too!

Sighing, as if a method to calm me, I walked back to the common room, having to wake up the Fat Lady.

"Why can't I just sleep in peace?" She had said, irked.

Immediatly going to bed, not bothering to undress, I didn't notice Harry's eyes on me as I fell asleep.

At five the next evening, Harry and I made our way to the toad's prison. The walk there was eerily quiet, with Harry occasionally glancing at my hand.

Umbridge turned her face to us, it was split into a sickly sweet smile. "You two know what to do, I assume?"

Gritting my teeth, I sat down, casting a look at Harry. He didn't deserve to be here! He sent one last look at me and was quiet the rest of the night, refusing to bend to Umbridge's will.

I didn't either, I still wrote with the same hand. Kami, it'll be hard to wield Zangetsu... I realised.

Suddenly, my ears tuned in onto a dripping sound. Looking over, I saw Harry's hand was leaking out more and more blood. My blood on the other hand, turned to fire. I was ready to get up and-

"Let's see if you've gotten the message yet, shall we?" said Umbridges soft voice, interrupting me. She moved towards Harry, stretching out her short ringed fingers for his arm. And then, as she took hold of him to examine the words now cut into his skin, Harry wrenched his arm out of her grip and leapt to his feet, staring at her. She looked back at him, a smile stretching her wide, slack mouth.

"Harry?" I asked, jumping up too.

"Yes, it hurts, doesn't it?" she said softly, dismissing my words.

He did not answer.

"Well, I think I've made my point, Mr. Potter, Mr. Kurosaki. You may go."

Harry raced out of the classroom without a word, and I quickly followed.

"Harry, what happened?" I asked angrily.

"Nothing." Was his stubborn reply.

"Obviously it was something, what was it?"

Harry winced a bit, then mumbled, "My scar hurt."

I would've asked what that meant, but he climbed into the potrait hole before I could let a word escape my mouth.

Quickly following him, I was met with a loud roar of sound. Red and gold was everywhere, even more so then usual. Harry stumbled back a bit, stepping onto my toes. Ron had embraced him with a "Harry, I did it! I'm keeper!"

"What? Oh - brilliant!" said Harry, sounding strained. Most likely because his hand was still bleeding.

"Have a Butterbeer." Ron pressed a bottle on him. "I can't believe it - where's Hermione gone?"

"She's there," said Twin #1 (who could have been the one called Fred), also swigging Butterbeer, and pointed to an armchair by the fire. Hermione was dozing in it, her drink tipping precariously in her hand.

"Well, she said she was pleased when I told her," said Ron, looking slightly put out.

"Let her sleep," said Twin #2 hastily. His tone was so Renji-like I knew something was up.

Upon closer inspection I noticed a lot of young kids with nose bleeds. I gave a strangled laugh, like a mixture of a groan and a laugh at the same time.

After noticing the girl who yelled about quidditch, I decided not to stick around any longer. I plopped down onto a chair near Hermione, taking out some last minute homework. Where was Rukia, though?

Distracting my train of thought was Harry, who had sat down right next to Hermione. They started talking about hats, for some reason.

"...You're worried You- Know-Who's controlling her like he controlled Quirrell?" I heard. Controlling? You-Know-Who?

I leaned in, getting an interest in this new conversation. Almost as if Harry had heard me, his voice lowered.

"Well," said Harry,"it's a possibility, isn't it?"

"I suppose so," said Hermione, though she sounded unconvinced. "But I don't think he can be possessing her the way he possessed Quirrell, I mean, he's properly alive again now, isn't he, he's got his own body, he wouldn't need to share someone else's. He could have her under the Imperius Curse, I suppose…"

Imperius curse, the one where you controlled said person that the spell was cast on?

Then Hermione said, after a pause, "But last year your scar hurt when nobody was touching you, and didn't Dumbledore say it had to do with what You-Know-Who was feeling at the time? I mean, maybe this hasn't got anything to do with Umbridge at all, maybe it's just coincidence it happened while you were with her?"

She's evil," said Harry flatly. "Twisted."

Exactly.

"She's horrible, yes, but… Harry, I think you ought to tell Dumbledore your scar hurt."

My brow twisted, what was so important about his scar hurting?

"I'm not bothering him with this. Like you just said, its not a big deal. It's been hurting on and off all summer - it was just a bit worse tonight, that's all -"

"Harry, I'm sure Dumbledore would want to be bothered by this -"

"Yeah," said Harry, "that's the only bit of me Dumbledore cares about, isn't it, my scar?"

That was wrong, from what I know, Dumbledore really does care for Harry. In a wierd old person way.

"Don't say that, it's not true!"

"I think I'll write and tell Sirius about it, see what he thinks -"

"Harry, you can't put something like that in a letter!" said Hermione, sounding alarmed. "Don't you remember, Moody told us to be careful what we put in writing! We just can't guarantee owls aren't being intercepted any more!"

"All right, all right, I won't tell him, then!" said Harry irritably. He got to his feet. "I'm going to bed. Tell Ron for me, will you?"

Hermione frowned and said, "Alright, I'm thinking of going up soon too. I can't stand all this quidditch talk. Is that all you boys talk about?"

Sirius, Sirius? Where have I heard that name before? Having no answer stick out, I decided to return to the previous task of searching for the raven haired midget. Spotting a darker hair color, I made my way through the mass of red and gold over towards the roaring fireplace. There I bumped into the twins, who each gave me a grin simultaniously and grabbed either sides of my arm. I groaned.

"Well hello-" One started.

"There-" The other finished.

"Kurosaki-"

"It's been-"
"Ages!"

"Whatd'you want?" I asked irratably.

"Oh not much-"

"We just wanted-"

"You to try-"

"Some sweets!-"

"From the kitchen!"
"Quite right sir, you look-"

"Absolutely famished!"

"Here!" They chorused, holding out a bowl of multicolored sweets.

I narrowed my eyes. "What do they do?"
"Nothing! Why on Earth would you suspect us?" Twin 2 said innocently.

"For some reason you don't look like the honest type..." I muttered under my breath.

Twin 1 blinked and gave me a pleading look, so I gave in with a sigh.

"Fine," I said as I reached for the closest one, a pale green all the way through taffy.

I popped the sweet into my mouth and the twin redheads grinned in anticipation.

Giving them a look that was ALMOST a smile, I asked, "Is this watermelon?" It reminded me of the days when Yuzu, me, Karin, and Goat-Chin would go to the river and watch the summer fireworks.

"Yessir!" The frist twin soluted. "Thank you very much,sir," the second dipped an invisible hat to me.

"We'll see you in the morrow!" They said as one.

The Weasleys unhanded me and split up, meeting over next to a boy with dread locks. Giving up on finding the only other Gryffindor soul reaper, I followed Harry's lead and went to bed.

I woke up abrubtly, with a gasp, as I sat straight up in my bed. I had an annoying night, I couldn't remember the dream I had and I woke with the sensation of falling.

Saturday, I thought with a mental sigh of relief. Already the first week had dragged though the dreary English (actually Scottish) air.

My head felt unnaturally heavy, but I brushed it off as a side effect from the mysterious dream.

There was a slight shift of the reatsu in the air, and I turned my head towards the curtains of Harry's bed.

I sank back into the puffed up pillows and narrowed my eyes as the sun's first rays hit my face. I had already opened the drapes around the scarlet four poster, so I noticed when Harry dressed and took his schoolbag down to the common room.

I lay there, savoring the fact that my old man wasn't barging into my room to yell his lungs out as a wake up call. Suddenly, I felt tired, as if I had stayed up all night. I shut my eyes and closed the drapes, then reached out to the left to grsb my charms book. Charms wasn't my strong suit, though I could see Yuzu excelling at it if she attended Hogwarts.

After reading through some chapters, I could hear the muffled chatter of my dorm mates. An extremley close sounding female voice rang out through the dorm saying,

"Strawberry, I'm going down to breakfast so hurry up and meet me there!"

"Hai!" I called back, that was obviously Rukia. As an afterthought, I added a "Midget!" to the end of the response.

She could hear me, as her reatsu fluxuated, then dimmed as she left.

I got up as most of the other boys started to disperse, but Seamus was still dead in bed. I tugged on the robes until I realized that it was Saturday, I could wear whatever I wanted. I wore my usual tight fitting black longsleeve shirt and jeans under open black robes.

I frowned, was my hair getting longer? I felt the edges just longer than usual, like after I had spent time training in the precipice world, then made my way down to breakfast.

When I swept down the stairs a tingling feeling creeped down my neck, and I glared accusingly at the open window next to me.

I made it to the Great Hall without encountering many people, as most of them had already arrived, but some second year Hufflepuffs stopped and giggled at me as I passed.

Reaching the Gryffindor table I dropped across from Rukia and next to Hermione, who didn't spare me a glance being too immersed in her conversation with Harry and Ron.

"Itedekimasu," I chanted after I had placed food from the large buffet onto my china plate.

"Took your time, didn't you?" Rukia asked, looking up. I would've replied, but she burst out laughing.

"What?" I muttered indignantly, she was attracting attention from the others.

Rukia calmed down then spoke again. "You're so clueless Kurosaki." Before I could've made any noise she whisked off in the direction of the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables. She muttered something to the icy haired taicho, who then murmered something to Uryu next to him. They both got up and stared at me for a couple of seconds, then their expressions morphed into identical smirks.

What was going on? Those two never smile in any shape or form! Wanting to understand what was going on with me, I turned to Hermione (who was talking about Herbology) and grunted, "Oi, is there anything going on I should know about?"

A brief look of terror flitted across her face, but then it changed unto confusion. She replied, "No, but what's up with your hair?" Bushy was staring fixedly behind me.

"Nothing-" I started, then quickly grabbed a fistfull of my hair when it swept the ground. I finally noticed the long bangs cutting across my nose then raised my head towards the sounds of large laughing.

I turned, and my chocolate brown eyes met blue ones as Ron said, "Sorry mate, but your hair looks like a girls."

I simply stared at him as the rest of the foreigners came over. Orihime babbled to me but I payed no mind.

That candy those twins gave me! I realized, clenching and unclenching my jaw.

"Fred! George!" I roared, spotting two tall ginger heads leaving the hall. They spotted me also, flashed identical grins, and dissapeared down the corridor.

"That suits you Kurosaki," Ishida said with an evil smirk.

Innocent Orihime followed up with a bright smile. "Yea! Long hair looks good on you Kurosaki-kun!"

I leveled an irrated glare at the quincy and was about to make a retort when the temperature lowered and Hitsugaya dropped in. "Relax, we can't have you idiots blowing up over some little prank." said person snorted.

"I'll get them," I growled dangerously. "I'll get those red headed bakas back for this."

A/N Im not dead? I have an excuse for the summer ( 6 weeks of college, 2 weeks of camping) and maybe an excuse for the rest (school) but I really just was lazy. Im EXTREMLEY sorry about that. OTL I hope you can forgive me. So! The results of my question about whether or not the Golden Trio should be friends or suspicous ended up in suspicous! Congratz! Now, I have another question.

Should Shirosaki and Kurosaki be partners or that whole 'ill take over your body' thing?

P.S. I only use Prussia as a model for Shiro's LAUGH, not his whole personality, so really stop pointing it out!