Harry Potter: Toji Potter

Author's Note: Bleach won, I'll try my best to make this a nice blend of Fun and enjoyable, gimme them stones, please. If you want to help influence the Story and its future, comment your ideas or opinions down below, and maybe you'll be lucky and I'll actually pick your idea, helping this story become as good as it can possibly get, you've got the choice. Let's cut the yap now and enjoy the chap.

Welcome to Karakura Town:

Harry stepped through the shimmering portal labeled Bleach, and immediately, the world around him shifted. He felt the magical energy of the transition settle around him, mingling with the entirely different spiritual energy saturating this place. The air buzzed with an intensity unlike anything he had experienced, yet it was oddly familiar—like a tune he didn't know but could hum along to instinctively.

The portal deposited him into what seemed to be the backyard of a quaint, suburban house. The structure was modest, surrounded by a well-kept garden, but the spiritual energy radiating from within the home was anything but ordinary.

Harry stepped toward the house, opened the sliding door with casual ease, and walked in.

Inside, chaos was brewing.

At the table sat an older man with black, messy hair—Isshin Kurosaki, or rather, Isshin Shiba, though Harry's innate awareness of names filled in the details automatically. Across from him were two more peculiar figures: a scruffy man with a striped hat and a cane—Kisuke Urahara—and a towering, muscular man with a neatly trimmed beard—Tessai Tsukabishi. To complete the unusual group, a small black cat sat primly on the table, watching them with sharp golden eyes that belied its true nature: Yoruichi Shihōin.

Isshin was in the middle of dramatically gesturing about something mundane when Harry stepped in through what appeared to them as thin air.

"Ah, good day," Harry said, casually stepping onto the tatami flooring. "Nice place you've got here."

Isshin leaped to his feet, his arms flailing. "INTRUDER! You've made a grave mistake entering the home of Isshin Kurosaki!" With a dramatic flourish, he raised his hand as if to cast a spell. "Hado #33: Sokatsui—!"

Nothing happened.

The room fell into awkward silence as Isshin stared at his hand, realization dawning painfully slow.

"Wait... I lost my powers..." he mumbled, his hand lowering lamely.

Harry quirked an eyebrow. "That... wasn't exactly the reaction I expected."

The striped-hat man burst into laughter. "Ah, Isshin, always the comedian!" Kisuke exclaimed, smirking. "Though I must admit, stranger, you don't look like you're from around here."

Harry tilted his head, his black-and-white hair swaying. "You'd be correct. Name's Harry Potter. I came through a portal from... well, a different world entirely. I was hoping you might shed some light on where I've landed."

Kisuke's eyes gleamed with scientific curiosity as he hopped out of his seat, practically vibrating with excitement. "A different world, you say? Fascinating! A dimensional traveler, perhaps? Or could it be some advanced manipulation of the Dangai? Wait, no—maybe a spatial distortion caused by a sudden influx of reiatsu? Tell me, what's your energy signature like? Is it—"

A loud thunk interrupted his tirade as Yoruichi, still in her cat form, swatted Kisuke on the head with her paw.

"Stop babbling, Kisuke," she said in her smooth, feminine voice, her tone exasperated. "You're going to confuse him before we even start."

Kisuke chuckled, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. "Fair point."

Yoruichi turned her sharp eyes toward Harry. "You seem interesting enough, but don't think we're letting our guard down around you. We've dealt with powerful people before, and trust me, if you're here to cause trouble, you'll regret it."

Harry smiled faintly, unbothered by the warning. "Fair enough. But I'm not here to cause trouble. Just curious. After all, this isn't exactly a vacation spot for the average tourist, is it?"

Tessai, who had been silently observing, finally spoke. "It's strange. Your presence feels... different. Not entirely spiritual, but undeniably powerful."

"I'll take that as a compliment," Harry said with a smirk.

Yoruichi raised an eyebrow. "If you're not here to cause problems, then what's your deal?"

Harry gestured vaguely. "Curiosity. Boredom. You see, I'm not exactly... mortal. I'm what you'd call Death, personified. And since all beings eventually meet me, names come naturally to me. That's how I know who all of you are, by the way."

Isshin narrowed his eyes. "Death, huh? That's quite the claim, kid."

Kisuke's grin widened, his curiosity now bordering on obsession. "Death itself, you say? Oh, this is delightful. Tell me, does that mean you oversee the passage of souls across dimensions? Or do you—"

"Kisuke."

Another swat from Yoruichi's paw silenced him.

"I'll give you the simple explanation," Yoruichi said, her voice tinged with amusement. "This world is called the World of the Living. It's connected to the Soul Society, which is where souls go after death. There's also Hueco Mundo, where Hollows—corrupted spirits—dwell, and the Dangai, a space between dimensions. Does that sum it up enough for you?"

Harry nodded thoughtfully. "Interesting. So, you've got a whole system of afterlife management here. Sounds busy."

Yoruichi's golden eyes gleamed. "Busy is an understatement."

Unbeknownst to them, far away in a hidden location, Aizen Sōsuke observed the interaction through the eyes of a fly perched near the Kurosaki residence. He couldn't hear anything, but the sight of a stranger casually appearing and conversing with the eccentric group was enough to intrigue him.

"A new player enters the board," Aizen mused, his tone laced with amusement. "What secrets do you hold, mysterious man? And how might I turn them to my advantage?"

Back in the Kurosaki home, Harry crossed his arms. "Well, thanks for the primer. Now I just need to figure out what to do next."

Yoruichi's tail flicked. "What to do next, huh? Here's a tip: stay out of trouble. We'll be keeping an eye on you."

Harry chuckled. "Noted."

As they continued their conversation, the faint hum of spiritual energy vibrated in the air, unnoticed by most but not by Harry. Somewhere out there, plans were being formed, and for the first time in a long while, he felt a flicker of anticipation for what was to come.

The late afternoon sun bathed the streets of Karakura Town in a warm glow as Ichigo Kurosaki, barely ten years old, strode confidently down the sidewalk. He clutched a shiny trophy in one hand, its engraved plaque reading First Place: Junior Karate Tournament.

His mother, Masaki Kurosaki, walked beside him, her smile radiant with pride. "You were amazing out there, Ichigo! That final round was so intense. I almost fainted when you dodged that kick!"

Ichigo blushed, trying to play it cool. "It wasn't that hard, Mom. I knew I could win."

Masaki chuckled. "That's my boy. Strong and humble, just like his father."

Ichigo grimaced at the mention of his father. "Please don't compare me to Dad. He's... weird."

They arrived at the small, cheerful kindergarten where Yuzu and Karin, Ichigo's twin younger sisters, were waiting. Yuzu ran toward them first, her light-brown hair bouncing as she waved enthusiastically. "Big Brother! Mommy!"

Karin, more reserved and serious despite being the same age, followed behind with her backpack slung over one shoulder. "Hey, Ichigo. Did you win?"

Ichigo held up the trophy with a grin. "Of course I did."

"Good," Karin replied with a rare smirk. "I didn't want to have to call you a loser."

Yuzu gasped, her eyes sparkling. "Wow! You're amazing, Ichigo! Can I hold it?"

"Sure," Ichigo said, handing the trophy over. Yuzu cradled it like it was a priceless treasure.

The four of them made their way home, Ichigo feeling a little taller with his sisters showering him with admiration and Masaki humming happily beside them.

When they reached the Kurosaki Clinic, Ichigo noticed something unusual. The living room lights were on, and through the window, he could see his father sitting at the table, talking animatedly with someone he didn't recognize.

"Who's that?" Ichigo asked, squinting.

Masaki opened the door and stepped inside, motioning for the kids to follow. "Let's find out."

Inside, the atmosphere was relaxed. Isshin Kurosaki sat at the low table, gesturing wildly as he talked to a man with striking black-and-white hair. The man exuded a calm yet commanding presence, his nebula-like eyes gleaming with immense intelligence. He was impeccably dressed in a tailored black suit, complete with a waistcoat and a pocket watch chain glinting in the light.

As the door opened, the man stood gracefully, his movements fluid and deliberate. His gaze landed on Masaki, and he offered a charming smile.

"Ah, you must be Mrs. Masaki Kurosaki," he said, his voice smooth and accented in a way that hinted at old-world sophistication. He stepped forward, took Masaki's hand gently, and bowed, brushing a soft kiss across her knuckles.

Masaki blinked, slightly taken aback by the gesture. "Um, yes. That's me. And you are...?"

The man straightened, his expression polite and composed. "Harry Potter, at your service."

Isshin cleared his throat loudly. "He's a guest for now, Masaki. Apparently, he's new to town and doesn't have any papers or a place to stay. He'll be with us for a while."

Ichigo narrowed his eyes, stepping closer to his mother. "Why's he dressed like that? Is he rich or something?"

Harry chuckled, crouching slightly to meet Ichigo's gaze. "Not quite, young man. I'm just fond of a particular style."

Masaki tilted her head, studying him curiously. "Well, any friend of Isshin's is welcome here."

"I'm not sure I'd call us friends," Isshin muttered, but his voice lacked malice.

Harry turned his attention to the children. "And who might these three be?"

"This is Ichigo, our eldest," Masaki said proudly. "He just won a karate tournament today."

Harry raised an impressed eyebrow. "Did he now? Well done, young Ichigo. Discipline and strength are admirable qualities."

Ichigo looked away, trying to hide his embarrassment. "It was no big deal."

Masaki continued. "And these two are Yuzu and Karin, our twins."

Yuzu stepped forward with the trophy still in her hands. "Are you going to live here, Mr. Potter?"

"For a little while," Harry replied, smiling warmly. "At least until I get everything sorted. I wouldn't want to impose for too long."

Karin folded her arms, scrutinizing him. "You look weird, but you don't seem bad. Guess you can stay."

Harry chuckled. "Thank you for the vote of confidence."

Masaki clapped her hands together. "Well, I hope you like traditional Japanese foods, Mr. Potter. We were about to start dinner. Would you like to join us?"

"I'd be honored," Harry replied, inclining his head.

As they settled into the evening, the Kurosaki household buzzed with its usual liveliness, now mixed with the presence of an enigmatic new guest. Harry shared stories about "traveling" (carefully omitting the supernatural details) while Yuzu peppered him with questions, Karin watched him cautiously, and Ichigo tried to act like he wasn't interested but couldn't help listening intently.

For now, Harry had found a place in this world—a temporary home in the midst of a family full of warmth and chaos.

AN: As I've told yo above, If you want to help influence the Story and its future, comment your ideas or opinions down below, and maybe you'll be lucky and I'll actually pick your idea, helping this story become as good as it can possibly get, YOU'VE got the choice.