One Tin Soldier

Chapter 4: A Treasure

Ichigo and Harry returned to the pristine living area just as the Dursleys had finished signing the temporary guardianship papers. Isshin called for a taxi.

The tall doctor noted that his son looked like he wanted to kill someone, either that or he had...nothing unusual there. However, this time the intent was radiating off the teen in waves. He had to get the pair out of this house, and soon.

He watched as his son walked over to the locked door to the closet under the stairs. "It's in here, Harry-kun?" Ichigo asked, clearly not happy about something. No, not 'unhappy', Ichigo was pissed to the point he wanted to hurt someone! His son only got that angry when someone had hurt a person under his protection. 'Hmmm...'

Harry nodded. "Yes, Ichigo-kun. It is."

Isshin raised an eyebrow. So, it seemed Harry was willing to learn of a new culture and the language that comes with it. Many English speakers seemed to feel they couldn't be bothered; they felt superior to the many other cultures in the world.

'This just might work after all.' It was even more amusing when Ichigo didn't ask for a key to the padlock.

"Now see here!" Vernon Dursley tried to protest but blanched as Ichigo let out a loud cry. With a swift kick, the teen broke the lock and handle to the small door.

"Get out!" the fat walrus like man shouted. "Get out of my house!"

Isshin's eyes widened as he saw the Hogwarts' crest on top of the trunk as well as the initials 'HJP..'

'Interesting,' he thought. 'So this is where the famous 'Boy-Who-Lived' has been kept. Urahara-san will be beside himself when he finds out.'

"I'm calling the Bobbies!" Vernon shouted. "There's laws about destroying property!"

Scowling, Isshin tucked the papers in his pocket, placing an arm around Harry's shoulders. "Ikimashou!"

"Ah!" Ichigo nodded, picking up Harry's heavy trunk with one hand. "Jii say, 'let us go'. We go."

Harry turned his back to his cowering relatives and walked out the door without a word.

~~

After they piled into the taxi with Harry's trunk in the boot, Isshin Kurosaki gave the address to their hotel.

Harry didn't say anything. He was wondering if those that had been watching him were even aware that he'd left. He really needed to get to Gringotts and finalize his plans now that he had found someone who cared enough to get him out of that hell-hole. He wondered if his new relatives would let him.

Closing his eyes, the young wizard tried to calm his racing heart. Was he really leaving the Dursleys? Would he finally be free of their neglect and abuse? And just what would the headmaster have to say about it? A sigh escaped his lips as he settled back in the seat only to doze off.

"Harry Potter?" came a soft voice, from deep within his mind.

"Who are you? How can I hear you?" Harry wondered to himself.

"We are in your soul, Harry. We are speaking the language of your soul," came the soft voice. "I must say, you are an interesting person, Harry Potter. I believe you and I will get along nicely together,"

"Who are you?" Harry asked as the darkness cleared and he found himself standing in an enlarged nursery. Harry felt like this was a nursery for Hagrid! He barely came up to the seat of the rocker, and the mattress in the crib was at his eye level!

Sitting in the over-sized rocking chair was a man with teal eyes and shaggy brown hair. He was wearing a long white robe with a white fur collar.

"To see me this early shows how strong you are. I am ...."