Wizard and Deat Reaper: Hogwarts
Chapter 1: Grimmauld Place Number Twelve

Being a shinigami aka Death Reaper is not an easy job, although the following list of tasks looks light. Sending out human spirits that are still 'strayed' in the real world, purifying souls infected with negative energy so that it turns into hollow, and especially for him who served as one of the commanders in the ranks of the thirteen leaders of the protective division of Soul Society-Gotei 13, was a pile of paperwork. Toushiro Hitsugaya is fully aware that it is his duty and responsibility, along with the consequences he knows he will have, ever since he decided to bear the name shinigami, and now he is the Commander of the 10th Division, although the most disturbing consequence is a migraine attack that he got after he got a new mission. The new mission he knew could be bestowed upon anyone by the new Supreme Commander, Shunsui Kyouraku. And unfortunately, Toushiro who accepted this mission, like it or not.

After a bloody war against the Wandenreich led by Juha Bach in Soul Society, Toushiro knew very well the number of shinigami decreased drastically, so he knew, his delivery in this time mission reasoned that one. Soul Society lacks shinigami! How tragic.

The next reason, which even Toushiro had always refrained from exploding angrily in the meeting room, was because of his child-like physique - the school's teenagers, he said, it was the language that Kyouraku refined to persuade him - fit to be deployed in the mission. Because, Kyouraku argues that he should send a shinigami who is experienced with the habits in the Human World, pro in combat, smart strategist, has talent as a playwright, playwright, and post like a school-age child. Given the importance of the mission, Kyouraku intends to send a commander-level shinigami, making the prospect of Toushiro escaping the threat of this mission even smaller. Let's see, Kyouraku, too old; Byakuya, the same; Ukitake, what else; Shinji? Rose's? The kensei? Love's? Don't ask, they compactly don't want to. Soi Fon, the pretext has an important mission to District 56 that has not been handled. Zaraki's? That is if Soul Society intends to hold a mass slaughter. Kurotsuchis? Even Toushiro felt sorry for the destination that would become the mad scientist's laboratory.

And here he was, standing in front of a grassy patch of land in a small field surrounded by old, unkempt houses, with Shunsui Kyouraku, and his-his mission partner, Ichigo Kurosaki, the shinigami substitute. Toushiro, just as Ichigo looked around the place, looked gloomy and completely ominous. Even Toushiro hesitated that daylight would make this place look more pleasing to the eye. The houses around the place had some of the window panes broken, and many doors whose paint had been peeling off over time. In some parts of the front door of the houses were piled several garbage bags that issued a foul odor.

"Is this really the place, Kyouraku-san?" ichigo asked hesitantly, frowning because of the unpleasant smell that disturbed his sense of smell.

"Of course, Kurosaki-kun," said Kyouraku cheerfully, as if the ominous sight in front of him was as neat as the Kuchiki Mansion. He held out a small piece of parchment. Ichigo received it in surprise, observing the smooth texture of the skin first, before reading a row of sleek and neat letters in English there. 'The 'Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix can be found at the number twelve Grimmauld Place, London'.

Ichigo looked up immediately, returning the parchment to Kyouraku, who immediately pocketed it behind his black shihakusou. He found the house number embossed on a dull brass plaque at each door of the dreary housing. Number 9... 10... 11... 13... 14... Waitaminute! Since when after eleven was thirteen?

"Concentrate on what you just read, Kurosaki," said Toushiro flatly, staring at the point between house number 11 and 13. Ichigo follows Toushiro's line of sight, and is shocked when a door appears between the walls of house number 11 and 13, followed by dull black stone walls and dusty high windows.

"Wow," Ichigo murmured, "like magic."

"This is indeed magic, Kurosaki-kun. Well, let's go in. It seems like they've been waiting," said Kyouraku casually. He led up the front steps. Ichigo was somewhat astonished when Kyouraku pulled out his wakizashi and touched the tip of his blade into the keyhole. He looked at Toushiro, who looked ordinary. But Ichigo knew, even though the white hair was half-dead, his facial expression would remain stoic, not to be shown to anyone, especially to his superiors. Basic jaim.

As soon as the sound of a metallic click and the slow clattering of chains from behind the door, the dull door with the snake-shaped door knocker twisting it creaked open. Kyouraku stepped forward, followed by Toushiro, then Ichigo, into the darkness of the house.

They stood in the middle of the darkness of a fairly spacious hall. There was a damp smell, dust, and a sweet foul-smelling smell. Toushiro and Ichigo Kompak argue that this building is a abandoned house that has not been lived in for at least a decade. As soon as Kyouraku closed the door behind them, the gas lights along the sizzling wall lit up, reflecting a faint light on the dull wallpaper that had been peeling here and there. A dusty old carpet that had been thin stretched out in a dark and gloomy hallway. The crystal chandeliers above them were filled with thick cobwebs and ancient paintings on the blackened walls hung slanting.

And then, there were hurried steps that seemed to come from behind the dull walls. A thin and almost bald middle-aged man with reddish hair and wearing glasses appeared from the door at the end of the hallway. His shabby black robe slightly rippled with each step. The man looked pale and tired, but he smiled kindly at them.

"Mr Kyouraku, Mr Hitsugaya, and Mr Kurosaki?" the tananya is friendly with a thick English accent when mentioning the Japanese name.

"Yes" said Kyouraku. He does not notice Ichigo and Toushiro exchanging meaningful views; 'mister' is a new and unfamiliar affix to them.

"Welcome" said the man. "I'm Arthur Weasley. I'm sorry, but I think we can talk in the meeting room with the others. Down here, come."

They followed Mr. Weasley through the door at the end of the hall, then down the narrow stairs. There was another door, and Mr. Weasley opened it, allowing the three guests to enter first.

Some of the people who were conversing instantly fell silent as they entered. An old witch stood up from her chair. The man wore a night sky blue robe complete with a similarly colored conical hat that covered his long white hair all the way to his waist. His old face looked calm, with glowing blue eyes behind his half moon glasses.

"Welcome to the Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, the envoy of the Gotei 13 Soul Society," he greeted kindly. "I hope your trip is fun."

"It's just an ordinary journey" said Kyouraku cheerfully, unaware of the astonished gazes from the other witches on him.

"Let me introduce the members of the Order of the Phoenix who are present here," said the old man. "I'm sure you've guessed, I'm Albus Dumbledore."

Dumbledore then introduced the members of the Order of the Phoenix. Some of them gave hunchbacks or salutations, but most just nodded politely.

"It's nice to meet you guys" said Kyouraku casually. "Well, now let me introduce myself and these two of my comrades. I am Shunsui Kyouraku, Commander of the 1st Division of the Gotei 13-Thirteen Protective Forces of Soul Society. And this," Kyouraku raised his head towards his right, towards the white-haired short youth wearing a sleeveless white haori on top of his black shihakuso with 10 kanji on his haori back, the four-foot-long katana is propped up with a black chain on its right shoulder, with a bronze star-bundle decoration on the front of the chain. His turqouise eyes that were the same color as the long scraf wrapped around his neck looked cold, but he nodded politely as he was introduced, "Division 10 Commander, Toushiro Hitsugaya. And," Kyouraku raised his head to his left, at the tall, orange-haired teenager who was a level brighter than the Weasley family, who wore a black shihakuso without a haori, who was wearing a shihakuso, but with something like a black X-shaped tattoo under his neck, both wrists, and both ankles. He carried two swords of different sizes and unusual shapes; the larger one and shaped like a giant blade was carried on his back, while the smaller one was tucked in a white obi on his waist. His hazel-brown eyes, despite the deep twitching that impresses him that he is a serious person just as Toushiro reflects the opposite, are warm and friendly. He made gestures like salute greetings when introduced, "Ichigo Kurosaki, substitute shinigami."

Dumbledore looked at Ichigo for a moment, before looking at Kyouraku. "It seems like we have a lot to talk about. But first, let's sit down and talk for a while before our meeting starts."

Dumbledore pulled out the magic wand from under his cloak, then waved it casually to his left. Three comfortable high-back wooden chairs emerged from nothing. Dumbledore invited them all to sit down; kyouraku took off his straw caping and sat down cheerfully, looking at Ichigo and Toushiro who seemed somewhat doubtful. Ichigo glanced at Toushiro for a moment, who took off Hyourinmaru's chain and leaned it on the edge of the table before he sat down beside Kyouraku. Following Toushiro, Ichigo takes off Zangetsu on his back, followed by the astonished look of several witches at him, yang Ichigo thought they were so because he had not expected that he could lift the oversized sword with one hand as if it were only as light as a feather. Ichigo then sits beside Toushiro, while on the other side is a reddish-haired young man who is the same as Mr. Weasley, but is a long-tailed horse.

"I want to know," said Dumbledore starting, after they all occupied their respective seats, "what happened to my old friend, Genryuusai Shigekuni Yamamoto. I thought he was the 1st Division Commander, who should have come here?"

"Ah," Kyouraku said in an odd tone; his smile seemed somewhat stiff, "he's dead."

Dumbledore looked rather surprised. The witches looked at Kyouraku with half-confused expressions half-shocked. "What's going on?"

"The great war in Soul Society a while ago," Kyouraku said, was still in the same vein. Some of the witches looked a bit confused. "He was killed on the battlefield, as a hero trying to protect the spirit community. The war had not ended after it had happened, and Seireitei needed a new leader. Centra 46 appointed me to replace Yamamoto-sensei, until now"

"I'm sorry for the death of his spirit" said Dumbledore. He looked at the other two shinigami, looking at Ichigo's stiff expression and the empty-looking eyes of Toushiro. It seemed like the effects of the war in question still loomed over the two young shinigami.

"Thank you, Dumbledore-san," said Kyouraku. Then, his tone returned calm and relaxed. "We better start the meeting right away."

"Ah, of course. That's why you came to fulfill my invitation to Grimmauld Place number 12" said Dumbledore with glowing blue eyes.