Harry Potter Frozen Ring Prologue (HP/Bleach cross)

[Fosfor]

Now... Umm, how do I say it... Another fic? Yeah, well. Don't beat me? Please?

This poor sucker came to me while working on third chapter of Lotus and EVA/Bleach
cross that torments me lately. It is a Harry Potter/Bleach crossover prologue. The actual fic will be rather whort, maybe three, maximum four chapters. Although it is a cross, Harry is actually a canon Bleach character here - mainly the prodigy 10th Division captain, Hitsugaya Toushiro. For the Bleach-heads - this is a cross with emphasis on Bleach rather than HP. Also, this is, like my earlier Bleach fic, a definite Hitsugaya/Matsumoto pairing. Just so you know. And yeah, I don't like Hinamori all that much.

Timeline wise, it's just after Sirous' death at Departament of Mysteries, bleach wise, it's way before the manga. At least the prologue is.

Like always, feel free to rip it to shreds if it improves it but leave a comment. Kind or not, I'd like to hear what people have to say about it. It's the only real way to improve. So, feedback is very appreciated, as always.

Also, to be on the safe side, a disclaimer. I don't own Harry Ptter or Bleach. If I did, I wouldn't have to work for a living writing articles about my dumb government making even dumber moves.

Without further ado

Frozen Ring

A Harry Potter/Bleach crossover fanfic by Fosfor


Prologue: Frozen Heaven


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"Harry! NO! You can't do this!"

"This time... This time I will make it right... No one will die for me... again."

"You can't change what already HAPPENED Harry!"

"Watch me."

"Do you even know what uyou are DOING?!"

"Please... Listen to us!"

"My boy... Interfering with what was is gravest of all crimes... Even if it would be possib...

"Shut up.. Just... SHUT UP! It's all your fault! If not for you it would never happened!"

"Harry! He's the HEADMASTER!"

"My boy, I know it pains you to..."

"NO... You don't know what I feel... Not that you'd care if you would... My life... all my LIFE... and I was just a weapon... Like a muggle heat seeker missle. Fire and forget... Good ol' heroic Harry Potter will take care of everything, it's his DESTINY after all! No... No. I wasn't even that. Weapon at least can DESTROY what they are AIMED at. I can' even do that right... And people die... Any people I'm clost to... Just die. And it's all my fault, in the end."

"Harry! Whatever I did was for yo-"

".. and now... NOW when I can finally do something RIGHT for a change fix my mistakes, you step in?"

"Harry! Time Turner is NOT a toy! It's dangerous! Just give it back to the Dep-"

"Dangerous? DANGEROUS?! My whole LIFE was one big danger since the day I was BORN! Ever since I went through Hogwart's gates there hadn't been a MONTH I wasn't in danger... I had to fight for my life since day ONE, since I was eleven years old... Trolls... Voldemort-possessed sorry excuse for a teacher... BASSILISSK... That TOURNAMENT... one after another... And now you lecture me about danger? It's not about danger... It's about making things RIGHT."

"Harry!"

"Harry Potter!"

"My boy..."

"You know what? Screw you. Screw you all."

"Expellarmus!"

"Wh- NO!"

"Harry!"



*


"Maan... Look at him. Never seen a newbie with so much stuff before!"

"Hell yeah!"

"Look at that... is that...GOLD? Holy shit! Guy's loaded!"

"Guys... I don't think that's smart."

"Oh shut up, you whiner or you won't get your share."

"Guys, I mean it... If he's rich... What if he's some big wig?"

"Well he wouldn't be in Zaraki, then, now would he?"

"But still...! This stuff he wears... It's black. And kinda looks like, you know..."

"You think brat's a bloody shinigami? Give me a fucking break, man. If he was a shinigami no way he'd go down from one punch."

Yeha, he'd cut us to ribbons. So relax. Besides, see? No Zanpakuto. Guy's just a loaded newbie."

"But what if, you know, reapers come lookin' fer him? Won't he, you know, recognize us later?"

"You know, Jiro... For a moron you have your momments."

"Gee, thanks, boss... I think."

"Well, we'll have to take care of him then. No witnesess, no reapers. Easy.


*

(...take care of him then. No witnesess, no reapers. Easy")


'I'm going to die... Or did I die already...?'

He floated. The words echoed but he just... floated. He could feel the ground, feel the grass and rough sand scratching his nody but to move... It was impossible.

'I died... I remember.'

Shot of painful recollection blazed through him, burning his face, his eyes, his hands as his body just collapsed, imploding on itself with silent dread.

'Yes... The sand form the Time Turner... and the spell... But I can FEEL... Why?


("All right, peel the fancy clothes from the dumb bastard and we gut him. Scavengers will take care of the rest.")


The words rang hollow, as if from a dstance. No matter how he strained, they just remained distant, and he still couldn't so much as open his eyes.

'So I get to die again... Never thought it would be that way though...'

He allowed himself to drift inste himself even more.

'Maybe it's for the best... I'm tired... So tired...'

"So... Just lying there, waiting for death. I had better opinion on you. It seems I was wrong. A shame."

The voice was loud like an avalanche but silent like falling snow all at once as it rasped with crackling of breaking ice.

'Oh goody... I'm hearing voices now. It seems I REALLY am mad. Brilliant.'

"The Great Harry Potter... survived Dark Lords, basillisks and dragons only to be brought low by some unwashed rabble. Pathetic."

The rasp dripped with scorn that somehow got more under his skin than Snape's snide remarks ever did.

"Laying there and waiting to be gutted like a pig... Are you really that much of a coward to go down without a fight, boy?"

'Well I would if I could so much as move, thank you very much!' Harry snapped mentally

"A flimsy excuse. You can move. You just don't WANT to move. You are too afraid to."

'Afraid? Harry laughed bitterly 'You don't know me very well, do you?'

"I know your fear, whelp. I can taste it. You are so afraid you'd rather be killed that live with it... The will.. the desire to fight... to so much as live. That fear eroded them long time ago."

'The will to fight?' He chukled bitterly in his mind 'Don't give that shit... All I have ever done is fight. I'm sick and tired of it, sick and tired of clawing, fighting and begging for what others take for granted... Sick and tired of being used....of being told what to do or not to do... sick of that goddamn tags everybody pins on me, of the demands they have of me... sick of always falling short of what I want... I've had enough. I'm out.'

"So you lost that last, pitiful shred of pride as well, boy? It won't matter when they gut you then, whelp, since you've been dead already."

'...Harry Potter.'

'What?'

'Harry potter, you raspy sod. That's my name. Use it just once, goddamit. I'm really tired of being called "whelp" or "boy"'

"Brat... cowardly trash like you doesn't DESERVE a name, much less any respect that comes with it."

If Harry could move, he would have gritted his teeth.

'You know what? Fuck you. You're just like everybody else... Spouting bloody, all-knowing sermons, "words of wisdom" that don't mean SHIT but won't help anything or anyone in the long run. All talk, but no real substance.'

Instead of snapping back, thre was a strange, crackling noise of glacier breaking. It took Harry few seconds to realise that the voice, whatever it was, was laughing.

"You want substance, boy?" the voice rasped in amusement

And the world froze before shattering into to thousand jagged shards of ice that ripped through him before he got so much as a chance to scream.



*

He gasped, trying to shield himself from the shards, before blinking.


"I can move?" he muttered, waving his arm expermientally, before freezing.

The grass patch he was lying on was gone. So were the trees.

There was only snow and ice in every direction, jagged spires and snowy dunes covering the landscape all around him.

Even the painfully bright sky was frozen, if that was possible, as if dipped into liquid nitrogen.

"What the..." He started before closing his eyes rapidly as the errant gust of wind blew a handful of snow right at his face.

Or what felt like snow. Only it wasn't cold. It wasn't even chilly, as any proper snow should be.

He gingerly took a handful of snow under his feet and rubbed it, trying to feel the texture.

It looked like snow. It felt like snow. But when he grasped it, it didn't melt. He didn't feel the biting chill thta should have been there either.

There was no discomfort that should be there from holding snow in his unprotected hand.

He took the nearest shard of ice nly to get the repeat performance.

'You know... This doesn't feel bad at all. It feels good. Kind of comforting, actually.' he thought in amazement

"So..." there was a crakle of ice again "Do you like your..."substance", boy"?

Harry turned quickly to find the source of his voice only to find a wall of blue.

He looked up.

And up.

And up.

Only to meet two ruby red eyes and long maw full of jagged sharp tooth bigger than some houses. A dragon maw, bigger than any single dragon he had ever seen, twisted in sort of sardonic smile.

'Good God... That thing could swallow the basilissk whole with one bite!'

The dragon should scare him, or at least surprise him in some way. Only it didn't.

It was like the snow of that place that wasn't chilly, wind that wasn't cold and ice that didn't melt.

And the absurdly huge, serpentine form with maw full of teeth that looked to be sharp enough to bute through steel and concrete on an aftertought looked... soothing. And comforting.

'Okay. I look into a mouth thatn can swallow a semi and I find it comforting. It's official. I went stark raving mad at some point in the last few minutes. How nice.' Harry thought calmly

But the dragon, with his sharp teeth, massive grith and eyes blazing crimson felt so damn FAMILIAR.

He had never seen the being in front of him before in his life, he was ure of that but he knew, somehow, someway, that if he closed his eyes he could describe the dragon in every detail down to the ammount of scales on the gleaming reptile.

There was that sound of glacier breaking again, this time louder than before.

"You know who I am, brat. Ever since that first brush with death that left it's mark..." The dragon stretched his impressive form, looming over Harry, it's crimson eyes blazing like two hellish lanterns, gazing straight into his very soul.


"I am Lord of Ice, Master of the Northern Storm, Keeper of the Ring. I am the hand of winter the one that rules the throne of the frozen Heavens." The dragon's maw got so close that the tip almost touched Harry's face. "But you don't need to be told that. You never did. You have always known. Say it. Say my name and I will walk by your side forever. Say my name and go forward without fear. Say my name and I will roar out for you. Say my name and I will freeze the very firmament for you. Say. It. "

For the very first time in his life, Harry didn't feel even tiniest bit fear. He didn't feel any uncertainity, any doubt, only jubilation and pure, unbridled joy as he stared at the two blazing rubies.

As he opened his mouth, he could almost hear the chains that held him all his life snapping like twigs.

"Sit upon the frozen heavens... HYORINMARU!"

And the Dragon roared.


*



TBC.


Comments appreciated.


Edit: Okay, cleaned up swearing, since even pissed of beyond limits, it didn't fit Harry's personality and upbrigning at all. Well, come to think of it, neither does such a blatant display of agression but, oh well. Hormnoes, guilt, grief... What can you say <_< (Yes, that is a rather blatant attempt at discouraging the eyes from obvious occ-ness and plot hole mile wide if you're wondering)


Edit 2: kay, call me careless, call me lazy. Whatever. This is pretty much final form, without going over some mistakes. I changed the beginning a little, to give it more desperate-Harry feel, but I'm pretty much out of ideas for it now. First chapter is in the works, so it should come out today or tomorrow.

 

[nuclear death frog]

Even at his angriest/least-controlled times, Harry doesn't talk or act like that. Also, Harry looks literally nothing like Hitsugaya Toshiro, though this is an extremely minor issue compared to the previous one.

I'm sorry, but this idea just doesn't hold water.

 

[Revanant Dragoon]

Yeah, I gotta agree. Harry's pretty inexplicably OOC in this.

Although his appearance could be caused by the destuction (?) of the time turner. Which brings up another problem. The beginning is rather vague on what happened. Not to mention how the HELL Harry got a time turner in the first place. But answer those and this might actually be decent.

 

[SmacksKiller]

Since the guys before me took care of the critics, it's up to me to tell the good points, First of all, I love the writing style, especialy the last part. Enough leeway to imagine the scene just the way I like it. I'm always a fan of a good crossover and I like how you put Harry in different situations (I loved Lotus).

I just wanted to point out to the other reviewers that if you wanted Harry as in character as possible then stick with the books and to go around reading crossovers!!!

I'm hoping that you'll continue this story at the same time as Lotus.

 

[Revanant Dragoon]

Never said I wanted a rigidly canon fic. If Fosfor can explain why Harry acted so OOC, then I don't have a problem with it.

And Fosfor, is this going to be the only references to HP, or will Harry wind up returning to the British Isles? And what the hell's this I've been hearing about a Eva/Bleach fic?

 

[MC80a Liberty]

A three to four chapter long Bleach/HP cross with Harry as Hitsugaya? That sounds a bit too much like The Itch's Hollow to me.

 

[Fosfor]

Okay, all those comments... Kind of surprised me. Especially about Lotus. I honestly never knew that Lotus would appeal to ANYONE. It's chaotic, disorganised and rather hard to read due to it's style and time jumps. I've said it before and I'll say it once again - if somebody can read Lotus, much less LIKE it, I'm honestly surprised. But on to the fic.

Harry acting occ. Right. He does. Over the top. True. I agree. I know that any explanatin I might give will sound weak at best and too much like justyfinyg my glaringly obvious occ tratment of the character at best, but I'll try to do it none the less.

This happens right after Sirus' death. Harry, somewhat knowledgable of Time Turners (or at least he THINKS so) snatched one during Departament of Mysteries fiasco. He got to listen to Dumble's speech. It enraged him. He feels not only railroaded into destiny he doesn't want, but into one he can't possibly match. With possibility of "turning back time" so to speak, Harry sees the possibility of erasing any percieved "guilt" he feels.

He doesn't grieve just for Sirius. Not exactly. He grieves Cedric, Sirus and all the true or imagined deaths, failiures and his own shitty life. He sees the Time Turner as he answer for his troubles. ALL of them. Becasue, in his mind, if Sirius can be saved, that means he is capable of shouldering the burden of being a "Boy-Who-Lived" and that all of his percieved "failriures". And then, Dumbles, one who laid the weight on his shoulders, steps in and says that it "can't be done". While Harry, in his own opinion, holds the answer to his troubles in the palm of his hand. Harry's still on adrenaline high, right after trauma of his greates mistake, blaming himself and basically not thinking straight. He jumps to conclusions. He doesn't think at all. He acts. He acts like a traumatised, over-dramatic teenager with "saving-people-thing" and weight of the world on his shoulders, wating somebody,ANYBODY, to blame for his mistakes. On top of that, he's had enough. He wants out, but he doesn't know HOW. He thinks that everything would be better if he just died. Hence you got unstable, highly emotinal time bomb with a Time Turner waiting to explode. And then Remus casts the spell which shatters Time Turner in mid-use. Time gets screwed up. Harry dies. Story starts.

...


And it does seem utterly moronic to me even writing it after few Heinekens.
Maybe change it t more polite tone on Harry's part? It seems I'll have to. Even to me it's so goddamn glarng it hurts.

About Itch's Hollow. True. I like it. I admire it. It's better than any of my fics is EVER going to be. I'm somewhat inspired by it, true. But that's precisly why I won't rip it off. I have too much respect for both the author and the story. And it being only few chapters short. Well... I don't plan to write "Harry hcanging the wro;d with Godlike Shinigami Kickass Powers". Harry Potter is NOT Harry Potter anymore. He's Hitsugaya Toshiro, 10-th division Captain, superb, genius shinigami, master of Hyorinmaru. Soul Society first and foremost. Wizarding World? Fottnote in his history in Harry's own mind. Live or die... He doesn't care much anymore. He has bigger fish to fry. Like Arrancar. Like Aizen.


Harry not looking as Histsugaya... Will be explained. In moronic way, in my opinion, but I never intended for this fic to be a pinnacle of my writing. I do it for fun. Sorry if I offend you. I'll do my best to not to let it de-evolve into trashfic, but this isn't exactly a masterpiece. I wrote it because it bugged me, becase it nagged me and becasue it's a good excersise to see what I can improve in my writting when I write "Operator" or "White Serpent" which are the fics I'm focusing on. Excuse? Propably. Maybe. Now don't be offended. I very, VERY much appreciate your comments. Indeed, I'm grateful for them, even the harshest ones. Every comment is a way for me to improve, and that's why I'm grateful for them. To anyone who had taken the time to comment on my writting, my deepest gratitude. You guys help me, and that's why I'm grateful.

About Harry returning to Britsh Isles, yes he will. Soon. Voldemort is the reason. And yeah, I DO knwo it sounds to much like "Hollow", but it's just common sense if you mix Blach and HP together. At least to me.

About EVA/Bleach fic. Yeah. I'm wirtting one. It's crap. I KNOW it's crap.
It has number of implausible things (like affecting time in Soul Society due to Second Imact - read flimsy excuse fo the worst kind to allow Shinji more time to learn how to kick ass on truly spectacular levels - and Soi Fong/Shinji Ikari romance -idiotic even in my own opinion, and seeing as I want to write it... >shudder<) Shinji Ikari being 3-rd Division captain, Ichigo being almighty and well respected 5-th division captain and THE hero figure for young shinigami...

Yeah. It's total and UTTER bullshit. And I still want to write it. And I really don't know why. I'm trying to restrain the urge, but it grows stronger with each day.

It's even more moronic than my "Shinji brought up by Doc Strange with hefty doese of AU Fate Stay Night and Tsukihime thrown in for god knows what reason" crap. And THAT'S saying something. Let's hope the urge abates or I just might expose that utter crap to public. Though I'd have to be really drunk to do it.


Edit: ehh. think I'll scrap it. To ooc, too forced, too "wooden". It's flat, for the lack of better expression. Not to mention it's just weak. Well, tommorow. Now I need some sleep.

 

[Eternity]

meh, I liked it, and as its just the first chapter I think it might be better if people gave you alittle more time to sort things out and give your reasoning before jumping up and down ranting about OOC and what not, but thats just me I guess ^^

well, I've got a 12 week old birman demanding attention *very hard to write anything with something trying to kill your fingers as they type* so I'll be on my way, looking foward to seeing more from you Fosfor ^^;

Alex

 

[zeebee1]

It's already better than most Bleach and Harry Potter stories. Or at least more interesting.

 

[Fosfor]

It's already better than most Bleach and Harry Potter stories. Or at least more interesting.

Well, it's not like there are that many of them out there. Three? Four? Something along those lines if I remember correctly and Itch's "Hollow" is only that's good from what I've seen.

 

[zeebee1]

Actually I was reffering to Bleach and Harry Potter stories, not crossovers or fusions.

 

[Waruiko]

If you want to deal with the OOCness just make Harry act out of desperation rather than anger. Let him feel exsasperation rather than fury.