Bleach Plot Bunnies for Adoption

James Potter died full of many emotions, determination, fear, betrayal, despair. But above all else he died full of one thing, rage. All consuming rage.
Rage at that rat who betrayed them. Rage at Voldemort for all he had done. Rage at himself for not even being able to protect his family.
Magic is a strange thing. Thousands of years of its existence, and yet we still have yet to uncover all the mysteries and wonders it holds. It can be unpredictable and wild. Especially when many types of powerful magics of opposing forces collide.
And despite wizards' claims of knowing everything there is to know, they fail to even be aware of the true nature of the killing curse. For it does not simply kill its victims. It forces the victim's soul from their body. Transporting it to a land beyond human knowledge. A place that most humans would describe as purgatory. An endless desert of eternal night. We’re the weak are devoured and the strong fight to survive. The land of Whaco Mundo.
The dark Lord Voldemort had casted the killing curse more times than anyone can count.
Though he would never know it, this time was different. Maybe it was the clashing of the pure dark magic with the remnants of the protection words on the cottage. Maybe it was due to Voldemort splitting his soul so many times, thus making it unstable. Maybe it was James Potter himself. If only he was stronger. If only he hadn’t trusted Pedigrew. If only he could go back and fix it all! Only Lady Magic herself truly knows.
Whatever it was, it caused his soul to be sent back, way back. How far back, no one knows.
It took James longer than he’d like to admit to realize what happened. But when he did he was set on one thing, becoming stronger. So strong that no one would dare challenge him. So when time re-aligned he would be able to protect his family. To destroy Voldemory. Even if it meant giving up his humanity.
But as what happens to all hollows, he slowly began to forget. What was his son’s name again? What did his wife look like? Even his own name was lost to him. Until all that was left was hunger. Hunger and a desire to destroy, to conquer… something. What was it? He needed to get stronger, but why? Then it hit him. Of course, why hadn’t he realized it sooner? He was meant to rule over this wasteland. Crushing anyone who’d dare challenge him. What better place to start than becoming the leader of a pack. Everyone has to start somewhere, even Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.
Boy didn’t know where he was. He didn’t know we’re he came from. Only that he was scared, and hungry. Only having one memory of before he’d woken up. That being of a large fat man hitting him and screaming his name before everything went dark. But even that memory was fading. He'd been running from the monsters that claimed to want to eat him scenes he’d woken up in this strange desert. He had a feeling that Boy wasn’t even a name. But he continued to call himself it for lack of anything else. He was near exhaustion when he came across yet another pack of these monsters.
Perhaps it was hunger. But something within the small hollow cub refused to let him run away. Not anymore. But there was something different about the pact leader. Something that made him stand out from all the other ones Boy had previously encountered. This one smelled almost exactly like him.
In all his years of wandering this barren hellscape, never before had Grimmjow ever encountered what could only be described as a hollow cub. But that was impossible. He was 90% sure Hollows couldn’t sexually reproduce and even if they could, why would they? It didn’t make scenes.
The cub had hobbled almost aimlessly in their direction. It was a scrawny thing. Barley, even a snack. The tiny hollow was obviously starved, Covered in wounds and exhausted. Most likely from running for its life all the time. It was pathetic really.
Then he noticed it’s sent. This small, weak, pathetic, little cub smelled almost exactly like him. But that was impossible. The only way that happened was when Hollows were related by blood. The mere thought of such a pathetic thing being related to him pissed him off. And for a moment Grimmjow was planning to kill the small cub. But then he felt his instincts scream against it. No matter how weak and pathetic it might be now, this was still his cub. His and if there was one thing that not many people knew about Grimmjow, it was that he’s extremely protective of what he deemed his. Sure this cub might be pathetic now. But Grimmjow and his pack can fix that with some food and training. A lot of training.
The only question left was how the cub came to be. He doesn’t remember ever mating with anyone in his entire existence as a Hollow. That leaves the only option being that the cub was the soul of a kid he had when he was alive. But the odds of them ever meeting again were less than zero percent.
“What’s your name cub? '' the panther Hollow asked. The cub was visibly afraid. But he stood tall or at least as tall as he could and looked Grimmjow in the eye. “ I don’t got’s a name!” The cub all but shouted. This didn’t surprise Grimmjow. Most newborn adjuchas don’t remember their name. Going nameless until they were either given one or more commonly named themselves. Grimmjow being an example of such. Still it made him scoff ” No cub of mine is going to be so pathetic as to not even have a name.” He proclaimed. This caused not only the cub but his entire pack to be overcome with shock. Grimmjow of all the Hollows is Huaco Mundo, having a cub? Not even Kami could have predicted that.
Now that Grimmjow had gotten a better look at the cub, he could really see the resemblance. Both were feline types with white bone armor and similar markings around their eyes. Bodies that look to be built for speed and agility rather than brute strength. Their hollow holes were even in the same pace. The few differences being that while Grimmjow was a panther, the cub was obviously a meant to be a lion, and of course the strange lighting bolt marking above his one eye. Hu that gave him an idea for a name actually.
“ Ok brat listen up because I’m only going to say this once. You're weak and pathetic. If left on your own, you’ll die” Grimmjow explained without an ounce of care to his voice.”Stick with me and my pack and you can learn how to not get yourself killed. But don’t start thinking that I’m doing this out of the goodness of my nonexistent heart or that I give a shit about you. I’m only doing cause somehow you're my cub. Simple as that reason. Once you can take care of yourself, you're on your own.” Grimmjow said with his usual cocky demeanor.
Not really having any other choice, the cub accepted. “ Alright ,second matter” Grimmjow continued ”No cub of mine is going to go around nameless. Got that Litrueno Jaegerjaquez? The pack, now one member larger, wandered throughout the sands like this for years. Litrueno grew from a small, malnourished cub to a strong, confident and active youngster. Growing to be very much like his father. A little too much like his father. He became a rude little bastard with a love of fighting and blood shed. Though not quite as borderline suicidaly feral as the older hollow. Probably due to Shawlong’s more calm and patient demeanor rubbing off on him. Not much, but enough to help him not get himself killed.
The panther is by no definition an affectionate parent. He does not sing his son to sleep or pat him on the head for his achievements while saying “ Good job son” and he most certainly does not kiss his sons ‘booboos’ away. The realm of Huaco Mundo is cruel and unforgiving. Showing any sign of weakness in these sands can and will get you killed. A runt like Litrueno would have certainly become someone's dinner a long time ago if it weren’t for his father’s intervention. The world they live in is built on hardship and the struggle to survive. Only the toughest earn the right to live another day, or night. Coddling of any sort would most certainly get him killed. Training sessions are long and grueling. So much so that it feels like Grimmjow is actually trying to kill him most of the time. “Hollows won’t pull their punches in a real fight” he’s told.
Despite the lack of any outward affection, Grimmjow grew attached to his cub. Despite both their refusal to show it. Grimmjow repeatedly saying that once Litrueno is strong enough he’s out, and Litrueno saying that once he’s strong enough not only will he leave but he’ll get strong enough to come back and kick even Grimmjow's ass.
Everything continues unchanging until a brown-haired Shinigami approaches them with the offer of more power. They accept and are made into arrancar. Grimmjow becomes espada 6 and is surprised when Litrueno becomes an espada as well. Though not as highly ranked as his father.
All continues roughly the same as it had in the anime all the way through the Thousand Year Blood War arc. With the changes being that after the events of the Thousand Year Blood war, all surviving Arrancar join the Gotei 13 under a special squad led by Ichigo as its captain and that Ulquiora and Lillynet survive.
After all the countless casualties that the soul society suffered, they’ve finally gotten things up and running again. That is until Litrueno’s forcefully pulled threw some kind of portal unlike any Grimmjows ever seem.
Grimmjow didn’t know why he was so worried for his son. Litrueno had fought in two wars that almost tore the three world’s apart and came out of it stronger. The runt is more than capable of looking after himself. He doesn't need his father's protection. But something about not even being aware of what happened combined with the thought that finally after what seemed like an eternity they were safe, made him lose his shit.
It took several captains and enough sedatives to kill a horse to calm down Grimmjow enough for him to be able to explain why he just tried to level the Seireitei. Very few people were surprised that Grimjow and Litrueno were related. They did share the same family name and looked almost exactly alike. But the fact that Grimmjow of all people had a kid was still enough to make even the most stoic faced captain raise an eyebrow. It wasn’t exactly something he went around just telling people. Not when the information could be used against him. It wasn’t anyone’s business anyway. But when you run around screaming “ WERE THE FUCK IS MY CUB!? WHAT DID YOU BASTARDS DO WITH HIM?!” while causing general distraction and mayhem people tend to notice.
While they detest the idea of being short a captain, once everything had been explained, the decision was made to send Ichigo with Grimmjow to help in the search. This decision was made because 1. The carrot-topped Shinigami is probably the only person Grimmjow listens to, at least when he wants to. Only if for the fact that the two are dating 2. Ichigo can handle Grimmjow if he gets out of hand. 3. Ichigo had volunteered for the job, almost demanding they send him. He had already learned of the fact that his boyfriend had a kid and despite making it clear that he wasn’t going to just come in and ask to be called dad. Ichigo started to care about the kid and the entire Seireitei was very familiar with what happens when you mess with the walking natural disaster that is Ichigo Kurosaki.
Meanwhile in the Living world a man named Dumbledore has been experiencing the worst of luck for some time. Thinking back on it, it all started when he found out about the disappearance of their savior Harry Potter.
He first noticed that something was wrong when the boy’s letters went unanswered, no matter how many he sent. Eventually he decided to send his trusted friend Harid to retrieve the boy. That’s when they learned of the boy’s disappearance.According to what he could uncover, the boy had disappeared when he was about five years old. Muggle authorities assume he had been kidnapped, never to be seen again. Like so many muggle children. It was truly a tragedy.
It was nothing short of a miracle that he managed to keep the wizarding population unaware that their savior was declared legally dead at age 5. He however wasn’t able to keep the fact that he was missing a secret. As the boy’s magical guardian, the blame instantly fell on him. He somehow managed to keep himself out of Azkaban for neglect and was stripped of his titles. Only able to remain headmaster of Hogwarts threw his contacts within the ministry.
But that is all in the past and not even one as powerful as him can turn back time. No, what he must focus on is the present. Perhaps it was old age finally getting to him. But he was certain that Harry was still alive out there somewhere. His body was never found after all. That was why he had brought back the Triwizard Tournament.
If Harry was out there somewhere, the Goblet of fire would summon him. All he needed to do was make sure the goblet spat out the boy's name at the feast. He could not possibly expect how unruly and down right feral the boy had ended up. After witnessing Harry snap the Weasley boys arm like a twig after he tried to put it through the strange hole in his stomach in the dining hall.He doesn’t know what will destroy Hogwarts first, Voldemort or the Boy Who Lived?
Snape was full of mixed emotions seeing the Potter boy for the first time. Especially when he looked like a blue haired version of his father with green eyes, no glasses and a hole through his gut. But not even that could have possibly prepared the professor or anyone for Jamse Potter's return to the world of the living.