Harry Potter: Toji Potter

Karakura Town was alive with chaos. Dozens of Hollows tore through the streets, their screeches echoing in the air. Ichigo, standing amidst the destruction, felt his frustration boiling over. Swinging Zangetsu, he cleaved through three Hollows in a single stroke, their bodies dissipating into spirit particles.

"Damn it!" he growled, looking at the seemingly endless horde. His mind raced, strategizing how to handle the onslaught without causing further destruction to his hometown.

Activating his movement technique, a fusion of both Flash step, Hirenkyaku, and the Sonido. Ichigo dashed forward, shattering the sound barrier with a burst of speed. His Getsuga Tenshou arced through the night sky, obliterating a group of Hollows, but their numbers seemed infinite.

"Fine," he muttered, gripping his Zanpakuto tighter. "If you want to drown me, I'll show you what a flood looks like."

Ichigo's Quincy powers flared, a bow materializing in his left hand. With a deep breath, he summoned a volley of energy arrows, each glowing a brilliant blue. As the horde surged toward him, Ichigo raised the bow in sync with his blade.

"Let's see you handle this!"

He loosed the arrows in a massive volley, the glowing projectiles raining down on the Hollows with devastating precision. Without pausing, he channeled a Gran Rey Cero into his Getsuga Tenshou, merging the techniques into a massive horizontal wave of destruction. The combined attack tore through the remaining Hollows, the shockwave rippling through the streets.

The city trembled, but Ichigo's control kept the damage to buildings minimal. As the smoke cleared, the silence was deafening, save for the sound of fading spiritual particles.

Ichigo stood there, panting slightly. His hybrid form—a balance of Hollow, Quincy, and Shinigami powers—faded as he reverted to his normal state. He sensed new arrivals in Karakura Town, the distinct spiritual pressures of Shinigami.

"Looks like it's not over yet," he muttered, vanishing in a Sonido so fast that the air cracked with its echo.

At the Kurosaki household, Isshin Shiba was stretching casually in the living room. His restored Shinigami powers hummed with dormant energy, and a knowing smirk played on his lips. He chuckled to himself, recalling the moment when Harry had appeared years ago, disrupting their lives in the most spectacular way.

The doorbell rang, and Isshin's expression turned serious. He could sense multiple powerful spiritual pressures outside, their presence unmistakably Shinigami. As he moved to open the door, he suddenly felt a presence behind him.

"Miss me, old man?" Harry asked, his grin sharp and mischievous as he and Kisuke appeared, cloaks fluttering to the floor.

"I didn't even sense you two," Isshin admitted, though his grin mirrored Harry's. "You're just as sneaky as ever."

Before more could be said, the door opened, revealing the arriving Shinigami. Tōshirō Hitsugaya stood at the forefront, his icy gaze softening slightly as he recognized the man before him. Rangiku Matsumoto, standing beside him, broke into a grin, her usual playful demeanor masking the flood of emotions beneath.

"Captain Shiba?" Rangiku's voice wavered slightly, but her smile widened. "Is it really you?"

Tōshirō's expression shifted, a rare warmth breaking through his stoic exterior. "It's been a long time, Isshin."

The air in the room grew heavy with nostalgia as Isshin greeted his former subordinates. Rangiku wrapped him in a crushing hug, much to Tōshirō's dismay.

"Still the same old Rangiku," Isshin chuckled, ruffling her hair. "And you, Tōshirō, all small and grumpy,and you became a Captain. I'm proud of you, kid."

Tōshirō crossed his arms, trying to maintain his dignity. "You could have let us know you were alive."

Isshin's smile faded slightly. "I couldn't. Aizen was involved."

The mention of Aizen brought a serious undertone to the conversation. Rangiku's playful demeanor faltered as memories of their shared battles resurfaced. Tōshirō nodded, understanding the weight of Isshin's words.

"You did what you had to," Tōshirō said quietly.

As the reunion continued, Harry and Kisuke introduced themselves, bringing a casual air to the otherwise heavy atmosphere. When Ichigo finally arrived, his sudden entrance via Sonido startled everyone except Harry and Urahara, who merely grinned.

"Late to your own house?" Harry teased.

Ichigo ignored the jab, his focus on the gathered Shinigami. "What's going on?"

The room grew silent as everyone looked to Harry and Urahara. Harry leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his expression serious.

"Aizen's moving faster than we expected," Harry began. "Those Hollows weren't random. They were sent to test Karakura's defenses—and you."

Ichigo frowned. "So what's the plan?"

Harry glanced at Kisuke, who nodded. "The good news is, you and I haven't seen Aizen's Shikai," Harry continued. "That puts us at an advantage. The bad news? He's still leagues ahead of most captains. We're going to need a coordinated effort."

Tōshirō stepped forward, his authoritative tone cutting through the room. "We'll handle the Arrancar and their leader. Ichigo, you focus on protecting Karakura Town."

Harry smirked. "Careful, Captain. Aizen's Adjuchas are a lot stronger than your average Arrancar. Don't let pride get in the way."

The remark clearly annoyed Renji, who bristled at Harry's tone. Rangiku placed a calming hand on his shoulder, diffusing the tension.

With their plan loosely formed, the group split up. The Shinigami headed into Karakura Town to intercept the next wave of Hollows and Arrancar. Ichigo remained behind with Harry and Urahara for a final briefing.

"You ready for this?" Urahara asked Ichigo, his tone unusually serious.

Ichigo nodded, gripping Zangetsu. "Always."

As the captains and lieutenants scattered into the night, battles erupted across the town. The sound of clashing steel and bursts of spiritual energy filled the air. Harry watched from the rooftop, his expression unreadable.

"It begins," he murmured, a flicker of excitement in his eyes. "Let's see if they're ready for the real storm."