The Hollow-Bound Wizard

Harry's POV

When Harry returned to Hueco Mundo, he was filled with a renewed sense of clarity and purpose. His journey to the human world had given him a final, much-needed sense of closure, and now he was ready to embrace his future completely. He no longer saw Hueco Mundo as a mere realm of survival—it was his home. And if he was to lead his people, then he would give them more than just protection; he would give them a kingdom.

Standing atop a dune overlooking the sprawling encampment, he took in the sight of his followers: Hollows, Arrancars, Espada—all scattered, with no true place of their own beyond the open desert. The few scattered structures that littered the barren landscape were nothing more than remnants of old battles, temporary shelters, or, at best, basic campsites.

A kingdom wasn't just an army or a camp. It was a place where his people could live, thrive, and find a purpose. He wanted to build something solid, something that would tell his people they belonged, that this wasn't just survival—it was their home.

Calling his core leaders together, Harry shared his vision. They gathered in the center of the camp, the leaders surrounding him with eager curiosity and anticipation.

"Hueco Mundo has always been a wasteland," Harry began, his gaze sweeping over them. "But it doesn't have to be. We're more than scattered Hollows, more than survivors. We're a people now—united and strong. And it's time we built a home worthy of that."

Grimmjow let out an eager laugh, folding his arms as he eyed Harry with a mixture of pride and excitement. "An empire in the sand, huh? I like the sound of that. Let's give Soul Society something to fear!"

Starrk, his usual calm demeanor mixed with a hint of approval, nodded. "It would make a difference," he said. "A real place, somewhere stable, would mean we're not just here to fight—we're here to stay."

Harribel's gaze was thoughtful, but Harry could see a glimmer of respect in her eyes. "For too long, we've fought for scraps, for survival. If you're serious about this, Harry, then I'll give everything I have to see it through."

Nnoitra scoffed, his grin sharp but interested. "So, what, we're gonna build palaces and towers out here? I'll believe it when I see it."

Harry met each of their gazes in turn, feeling the strength of their loyalty, the determination they shared. "We can make this real, but we'll need everyone to help. Each of you has a part to play. This will be a kingdom for all of us."

The leaders nodded, and Harry's vision began to take shape, shared by those who had become his closest allies. Each of them understood the weight of this new purpose—they were no longer just an army, they were builders, creators of a home that would stand as a testament to their unity.

Harry spent the next few weeks overseeing the construction of their new home, working alongside his people to transform the desert landscape into something more than a wasteland. Using both spiritual energy and raw strength, they began to shape the dunes into structures, buildings, walls—an architecture that echoed the vast, mysterious power of Hueco Mundo itself.

Under Grimmjow's direction, small squads of Arrancars and stronger Hollows carved out the foundations of massive structures. Each building would serve a purpose—a barracks for warriors, a grand hall for gatherings, training grounds for those who sought to grow stronger. As they worked, they built using the very sand and stone of Hueco Mundo, creating walls that seemed to shimmer with dark energy under the moon's pale light.

Harry led by example, pouring his own energy into the creation of a grand central structure—a palace of sorts that would serve as the heart of their kingdom. He wanted it to be a place of unity, a symbol of the strength they shared. His chains unfurled, slicing through stone and lifting massive blocks of sand-turned-stone into place, shaping a tower that rose from the desert like a beacon.

Starrk and Harribel took charge of designing spaces for rest and training, creating private quarters for those of higher ranks, spaces where Arrancars and Espada could hone their skills without the constant need to look over their shoulders. Starrk crafted open courtyards and towers, while Harribel focused on training halls and rooms for strategy, ensuring every part of their new home reflected their shared purpose.

The Hollows, who had always roamed the desert without roots or shelter, watched the rising structures with awe and hope. They had found themselves united under Harry's rule, and now they had the promise of something they had never dared dream of—a place they could call their own. They worked with newfound strength, helping to build walls, carve out spaces, and create paths that connected each part of their budding city.

Days stretched into weeks, and the kingdom took shape. Rising towers, fortified walls, and open courtyards marked the transformation of their encampment into a true city. It was a strange, haunting beauty, built of pale stone and sand, shimmering with the faint, eerie glow of spiritual energy. Paths twisted through the structures, leading from one area to the next, each section serving a purpose for the varied needs of Hollows, Arrancars, and Espada alike.

Grimmjow, supervising a group of younger Hollows as they fortified the walls, looked up at Harry, his wild grin undiminished. "You know, Potter, I didn't think you'd pull it off. But this... this is something real."

Harry smiled, a quiet satisfaction settling over him. "It's ours, Grimmjow. And we'll protect it."

When the final stone was set, Harry stood at the highest point of the central tower, overlooking the vast city they had built together. The moonlight cast the kingdom in shades of silver and shadow, giving the structures an ethereal, otherworldly glow. His people moved below, the life of the city already breathing with purpose and unity.

His Hollow side stirred within him, a quiet pride filling their shared space. This is what it means to rule, his Hollow self murmured, his voice calm but deeply satisfied. To give them something real, something worth fighting for.

Harry nodded, his own sense of pride swelling as he looked out over his kingdom. Yes. We've built something no one can take from us. This isn't just survival—it's home.

A movement below caught his eye, and he watched as the Espada, Arrancars, and even the lesser Hollows gathered in the central square, their faces filled with anticipation and pride. They looked to him, their loyalty clear in their eyes, waiting for his words.

Harry stepped forward, letting his spiritual pressure flare, a reminder of the power that bound them all together. The crowd fell silent, their eyes fixed on him as he spoke.

"This is our home," Harry said, his voice carrying across the square. "For too long, we've been scattered, forced to live on the fringes. But no more. We've built this kingdom together, and we'll protect it together. No one—no Hollow, no Soul Reaper—can take this from us."

The crowd erupted in cheers, their voices rising in a fierce, triumphant roar that echoed across the desert. Grimmjow led the cry, his laughter wild and unrestrained, while Starrk and Harribel nodded in quiet approval.

As the cheers faded, Harry continued, his tone resolute. "This is only the beginning. Soul Society may still see us as a threat, but we are no longer just a band of rebels or survivors. We are a kingdom—strong, united, and ready to face anything that comes our way."

The sense of purpose in his followers' eyes was undeniable, a shared determination that bound them as tightly as any vow. They had found strength, not just in battle but in the life they had built together, in the knowledge that they belonged to something greater.

Harry's gaze swept over his people, his own heart swelling with pride. He had come to Hueco Mundo as an outsider, a soul forced to survive in a realm of darkness. But now, he was something more. He was a leader, a king, and this was his kingdom.

As the moon rose high above, casting its light over the kingdom of Hueco Mundo, Harry stood at the forefront, a quiet resolve settling over him. This place, this city built of sand and stone and spirit, was the realization of everything he had fought for.

And with his people by his side, Harry knew he would do whatever it took to protect it. This was his legacy—a kingdom carved from the darkness, a home that would stand for generations.

And no force in any realm would take it from them.