Sorcerer of Heaven (sample)

AN: Hey, everyone. This is a small portion of a new story I hope to write sometime in the future. I wanted to leave you gals/guys with something exciting towards the end of the month. I'm still working on the major plot points of the story and this is the only piece of the story currently written.

This is a crossover story of Harry Potter and Bleach. The story is unfolding in the Bleach universe, and Harry is born in Soul Society after he fell into the Veil of Death instead of Sirius. His friends have also been grievously injured in the fight. This changes Harry's outlook on life, which in turn makes him appreciate the strict discipline of Squad 1 of Gotei 13 under the command of its captain, Yamamoto.

Of course, Harry could not have travelled into the Bleach universe just because he fell into the Veil. The Soul King's power defies the fabric of reality, space and time. The Soul King and Squad Zero have conjured a sorcerer into Soul Society. What does the Soul King see with his Omniscience and Omnipotence? Is Harry Potter a valuable piece on the board, or is he just a pawn in the eternal struggle between Hollows, Shinigami, Quincy and Humans?

I appreciate your honest opinion on the story's concept and any suggestions to improve it.

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Harry ignored the eyes and the whispers that followed him as he walked through the halls of the First Division barracks. If he didn’t know any better, he'd have assumed he was in some sort of trouble as he was being called into the Captain Commander’s office.

“You are in trouble, you idiot. I told you not to release my Bankai outside your inner world if you wanted to keep our power a secret.”

Harry ignored the feminine voice coming from the depths of his soul.

“I placed a barrier to protect my privacy.” Harry argued back.

“Clearly, your barrier was one weak little thing to contain my power.” his Zanpakuto spirit snorted.

Harry fell silent as he had no counter for that. His barrier collapsed right after he released the Bankai form of his Zanpakuto. In retrospect, he could see it was a mistake to unleash the full power of his Zanpakuto when he had yet to train with his Bankai properly. Early on, he had decided to go under the radar of pesky nobles and higher officials of the Thirteen Court guard squads. His intent was quite simple. He wanted to avoid unnecessary attention and get himself embroiled in unnecessary problems. He had a zillion of those in his previous life until he inevitably met his end at the hands of Voldemort and his Death Eaters. It was not his death alone that bothered him the most. He became the reason his friends also met gruesome ends in the Department of Mysteries.

Flashes of deeply buried memories passed through his mind, making him drop his shoulder.

Harry alone had come to Soul Society, and he had no idea what had happened to the rest of his friends who had died. The sad fact was that he didn’t even know whether he was in the same universe. He died by falling into the Veil of Death in the DoM. It could be said that the Veil was a dimensional barrier between his world and Soul Society. Or his world could exist in a node of space where the Veil functions as one of the portals to cases of different dimensions. He could have fallen into Soul Society by luck. There were infinite possibilities to consider when it came to space and time. None knew it as intimately as he did.

“And don’t ever forget that, Harry. Always keep that in mind. Space and time are ever-changing, evolving and advancing. Nothing remains permanent.”

Harry listened to the feminine voice coming from his soul.

“I know. I won’t forget.” he whispered back.

The rest of his journey was silent as he contemplated the fate of his friends in his old life. Even after the passing of decades, he always remembered those dearest to his heart. They lived on in his heart. He considered it a privilege to have known them and called them friends. Friends who had given their lives for him. His only regret was that he could not save them. He'd have gladly sacrificed his life to ensure that even one of them lived.

'Unfortunately, life never tends to go how we intend despite how hard we wish it otherwise.' Harry thought grimly.

This was why he went out of his way to seclude himself from the rest of the students of the Shino Academy and later when he joined the Thirteen Court Guard Squads. Besides, someone not strong enough to protect his friends and family didn’t deserve to have friends and family. It was a lesson he learned from his old enemy, Voldemort. The Dark Lord was wrong about good and evil, but power was essential. Nothing lasts without power. Voldemort's power allowed the Dark Lord to survive without a body. Harry's lack of power left him and his friends dead. It was a valuable lesson that he'd never forget.

He finally reached the principal's office. He knocked on the door and waited quietly outside.

“Come in.”

Harry slid the door to the side and stepped into the office of Head Captain Yamamoto, who was also the captain of Squad 1.

“Harry san. Take a seat.”

“Thank you, Head Captain.” Harry bowed before sitting across from the strongest Shinigami in Soul Society.

“I've been reading your performance reports from teachers of different disciplines. There is no Shinigami in my squad that could triumph over you when it comes to Kido. Your Zanjutsu and Hoho are on par with that of a Captain, and your Hakuda is level with the Lieutenants of many squads. What you lack is better control over your spiritual power, but that develops in time and with experience. And now, you have achieved Bankai.”

Harry remained silent, merely observing the words of the Captain Commander.

“Lieutenant Sasakibe reported that you’ve one of the highest rates of performing Konso, paying diligence to our sacred duty of guiding souls to Soul Society. You’ve also dispatched many hollows while on duty, releasing the souls trapped to a new beginning. Your experience and dedication to duty are appreciated by the Gotei 13.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.” The Captain Commander opened his eyes to stare at Harry. “You’re effectively transferred to Squad 13 as the newly appointed Lieutenant under Captain Ukitake.”

Harry’s eyes widened as he registered the words of the Head Captain in his mind. There was the urge to protest in his mind, but Harry knew the Gotei 13 was a military organisation and had been in constant war with the Hollows since its inception. From a military perspective, the Head Captain was merely assigning resources at his disposal effectively. Squad 13 had been without a Lieutenant since Kaien Shiba fell to a Hollow, and Captain Ukitake has been shouldering all the responsibility ever since.

“I’ll execute my duties to the best of my abilities in Squad 13, Head Captain.” Harry dipped his head.

“See that you do, Lieutenant Harry. Captain Ukitake was my student once. His guidance will aid you in your development.” said the Head Captain.

Harry thought he saw a ghost of a smile from the Head Captain, but it was gone the next moment.

“You may leave.”

“Yes, sir.”

Harry immediately stood up. Bowing one last time, he exited the Head Captain’s office and went straight for his quarters.

Later that night, Harry stared off into the starry sky of Seireitei in thought. He was nearing a hundred years after coming to Soul Society as a soul in Rukongai. He had wandered around in Rukongai for a few decades, looking for his old friends or someone from his world, but he found nothing. Even the last forty-odd years of his service as a Shinigami had left him only with more questions. He never got the opportunity to visit Britain as he was never stationed in the island nation. The closer he came to Britain was when he was assigned to Paris, which ended up being his sole mission in Western Europe. The sights he saw in Paris made him realise he had died and time travelled simultaneously or had fallen into an alternate reality.

Harry could only know for sure if he could find the wizarding world. Unfortunately, he had no idea about the entrances to other magical communities around the world. He had scoured Japan and Asia for any sign of a magical community during his missions in the World of the Living. Unfortunately, there was no luck.

‘Perhaps, as a Lieutenant, I could visit Britain and search for the Leaky Cauldron.’ Harry thought.

“What if you don’t find anything, Harry?” 

Harry tore his eyes away from the sky to look at the woman with flowing red hair that materialised by his bedside.

“I don’t know,” he answered honestly.

“What if you find something?” she asked instead.

Harry let out a deep breath and smiled. “Frankly, I have no idea. My heart tells me to search, so I search for a lost world. I guess that makes me an idiot.”

“No, Harry. It makes you someone who listens to his heart,” she whispered, lying beside him on the bed and staring at the sky.

They lay there for a long time, staring at the night sky.

“I should train with the Bankai.” Harry finally said.

“Of course, you should. Let’s go.”

His Zanpakuto spirit returned to his inner world, and so did his consciousness as he slipped into Jinzen trance.