Extra Post Chapter 10 AN: This story is now being beta'd by the user Recycler, who is now leafing through my story and removing some mistakes that I made and didn't correct, and making some things a little clearer, the story should read a little smoother now, enjoy!

AN: I liked the thought of a Harry Potter/RWBY crossover where Ruby is fem! Harry. Just a couple of quick things before we begin though.

1. Time will be a bit uneven for the RWBY and HP Universes. I did this because I wanted Ruby to be at Beacon by the time she ends up at Hogwarts.

2. I don't like Ron all that much, but I won't be needlessly bashing him, he'll be there, have a couple lines or so, but Ruby and he won't be best buds.

3. Hermione still had the Troll encounter, but the Professors got there in time. Ron and her never became friends, and Hermione made friends with a couple of Ravenclaws, and the one Gryffindor female everyone conveniently forgets about instead.

Lily Potter screamed in terror and despair as she heard her husband die to the monster that went by the name Voldemort. She prepared herself for the sacrifice that was to come as she heard him slowly, deliberately ascend the staircase. She plucked up her Gryffindor courage, stood straight and tried to hold back her tears as she felt the pang that ran through her heart at the thought of her child being raised without her or James. Ruby would never know her mother or father, and probably wouldn't remember them at all.

She stood tall and strong as she heard the monster outside the door whisper "Bombarda" and calmly shielded her face with her arms as the door violently slammed open and the wizard entered the room, a cold smirk on his lips and malice glowing in his red eyes.

"Stand aside Mudblood, and you shall live," Riddle said, with a slight hiss to his words. Lily shook her head, standing directly in it's path, planting her feet.

"No! Take me, not Ruby!" Lily said as bravely as she could, her chin held high as she defied the monster for both the fourth and final time of her life. Voldemort grew angry at the woman's courage.

"Stand aside filth! Stand aside NOW!" Voldemort said again, much louder this time, as if trying to will her to comply, which she didn't, and never would.

"Never!" Lily said for the second time as she struggled to keep her brave facade for her daughter, not wanting to break into hysterics in the face of death.

"Fine. Well, at least nobody will say I didn't give you a chance," Voldemort spoke as Lily shook her head, tears flowing down her face as she saw the unmistakable light of the Killing Curse rush by her, with barely enough time to shield her young daughter from it.

"Finally," Riddle muttered as Lily Potter fell to the ground like a marionette with it's strings cut. Ruby started to wail in her crib as she saw her mommy land on the floor, unmoving.

Riddle looked at the prophesied child with not a small amount of glee and contempt as he stood over her, wand at the ready and Killing Curse on his lips.

"Good riddance," Voldemort said with disdain as he yelled the dreaded curse…

...and only had a fraction of a second to register that he'd killed himself as the curse rebounded from the child and hit him instead, ripping his already tattered soul from his body and shattering it, leaving behind nothing but his robes and his wand.

Ruby passed out from the pain that was inflicted upon her tiny body when the monster threw the curse at her, causing a lighting bolt-shaped wound upon her forehead as a piece of it's (for the Dark Lord could hardly be called human anymore) soul attached to the wound, and began sucking at the infant's magical core in order to establish itself in it's new host.

It wasn't long after that that a giant of a man with a bristly beard who was simply too big to be allowed carried the baby Ruby from the wreckage of her home, and placed her under his coat as he swung himself over a large magical motorcycle and flew it into the distance where his superior, the Headmaster of Hogwarts Albus Dumbledore, had told him too. They flew for a couple of hours as the giant navigated them towards the little girl's only remaining relatives.

They landed, and the giant, Rubeus Hagrid, Groundskeeper of Hogwarts, saw an old man with an oddly shaped nose, garish periwinkle robes, a long white beard and hair the same color, and buckled boots, who motioned for the recently orphaned child.

Hagrid handed the little girl over to the old man, who gently rubbed her forehead where the scar was with his thumb as he laid her down on the doorstep inside of a conjured basket and left quietly, while the giant somberly flew the motorcycle off with a deafening roar.

However, they weren't the only ones there; A man with long black hair and a short, pointed beard walked over to the girl quietly, muttering an incantation under his breath as he prepared a small magical circle around the basket, charging it with his magic before finally whispering out the last words and tapping it with his wand, sending the basket spinning upwards as if it was a portkey, before he smiled slightly and disappeared into the night, whistling a cheery tune.

When Vernon Dursley opened his door shortly afterward, he immediately slammed it shut, muttering about ruddy pranksters up at all hours bothering good, decent citizens with their jokes, none the wiser of any of the extraordinary events that had just taken place.

However, in a place very far way, a parallel universe as some might say, a black and red haired young girl with silver eyes had just saved the city she lived in, Vale, from a massive invasion of soulless monsters bent on the destruction of humanity called the Creatures of Grimm. She and her team, RWBY, named after the first letters of each of its members' names, were relaxing in their dorm, listening to music, reading, studying, or cleaning their extremely complicated weapon.

This is where we join our young heroine and her team as they relax after their extremely harrowing week. Said week was spent tracking down the criminal Roman Torchwick and the terrorist group known as the White Fang, culminating in a showdown with him and his lackeys on a train, that crashed into a barrier protecting the city and its inhabitants from the monsters on the outside.

Although the four had survived their mission and helped save the city, and Torchwick was behind bars, they were still left with more questions than answers.

"Ruby, you've cleaned Crescent Rose almost ten times in the last two days, I think it's clean by now," Ruby's partner, Weiss Schnee, the "W" in their team name said from the bunk below her.

Ruby merely shrugged as she ran a Dust-infused cloth over the blade of her beloved High Caliber Sniper Scythe and replied.

"Yes, but it helps me clear my mind, and it's been way too cluttered the last two days," she replied as she started screwing the blade guard back onto the top of the blade itself. Weiss popped out from under her leader's bunk, a single eyebrow elegantly raised.

"What do you mean, your mind has been too cluttered?" The older girl asked, equally curious and exasperated as she put a bookmark in her textbook and shut it quietly. Ruby shrugged again as she began popping multiple different sliders and gears into place as Crescent Rose began resembling something like a weapon rather than a box of parts.

"Well, I've got this overwhelming feeling that something's going to happen. I don't know what it is though," she said quietly as she absentmindedly rubbed the scar on her forehead. It had been there for as long as she and her father could remember. Something had screamed from it the day she had had her Aura awakened, and she had passed out from it.

Her father later told her that something came out of the scar that was black as a Grimm's hide, and left behind ichor much like the soulless monsters that ravaged the majority of the planet did when they died. Neither he nor the doctors knew what it was though; all they knew was that it had apparently been using her dormant Aura to sustain itself, and upon it being awakened, was immediately expelled from her as her Aura began to heal her body.

Don't be ridiculous Ruby," Yang, her older half-sister said from across the room, having taken off her headphones when she noticed Ruby rubbing the scar. It had been a nervous tick of hers' for years. She did it when she was lying, anxious, or nervous, and Yang knew that she needed to be calmed down.

"I'm sure that it's nothing, I mean Blakey here caught Torchwick, and the White Fang is stopped for the moment, so I'm sure that everything is going to be fine," she said with a reassuring smile.

Ruby tried to smile back, but it probably came out as more of a grimace as she finished putting her weapon back together, folding it shut and open a few times to ensure it's functionality until she hooked it to it's holster on her back and laid back on her bed, fidgeting a little as she did so.

"I don't know, Yang, I don't like this feeling, it's making me way too anxious for it to not be something," she said uneasily as she hopped down and walked over to the closet, pulling a large case that was filled with large red cartridges, each filled with twenty bullets of different kinds for her beloved weapon. In her state of anxiousness she began sorting through them meticulously, checking them all to ensure they were filled before setting them at the bottom of the pile of the case and continuing the process, subconsciously rubbing her faded scar every now and then as it tingled. Yang sighed and jumped off her bunk, grabbing her sister from behind and hugging her tightly to her chest.

"Oh come on, sis! It's fine! You'll be fine! Unless Beacon spontaneously combusts in the next five minutes, I'm sure everything will be okay!" The self-proclaimed blonde bombshell said brightly as she ruffled Ruby's hair, much to the smaller girl's annoyance.

Ruby just nodded uncertainly as she set the large box aside and began sorting through the ammunition for Yang's Ember Celica, then Blake's Gambol Shroud, before finally examining the suitcases full of Dust that Weiss loaded her rapier Myrtenaster with.

"Ruby!" Weiss called out, an eyebrow twitching in annoyance as she watched the girl open the suitcases, check the bottles for cracks, and ensure they were sealed properly, before moving on to other cases of the substance. Ruby jumped a bit, luckily not holding onto a jar of Dust that moment and whirled around, rubbing the back of her head nervously.

"Eh heh heh... sorry Weiss," Ruby said quietly as she fidgeted under her partner's gaze, "I'm just nervous, and didn't realize I was doing it..." she defended feebly as she wilted further. Weiss sighed quietly, pinching the bridge of her nose in annoyance and hidden amusement at her leader's quirks.

"Whatever, fine," Weiss mumbled as she shook her head, "Just... don't cause another explosion, okay?" She said in a stern tone. Ruby mockingly saluted as she went back to sorting through the Dust, glad for the distraction from her uncomfortable feeling.

She spent the next ten minutes doing so, forgetting the tingling in her scar as she quietly went about checking the Dust vials, quietly humming under her breath as her team went back to doing what they were before as their leader worked. Yang knew she'd have to talk to Ruby later, but she was fine for now. She was just scared she would have a panic attack or something, but it seemed that she didn't give her little sister enough credit.

Back in Ruby's original world, however, an ancient Headmaster was deeply worried, for the Girl-Who-Lived hadn't shown up for the first three years of her schooling, but there was nothing he could do. Point Me spells did nothing, and he knew the girl was alive, as the curious silver instrument he had sitting on his desk was still in one piece. If she had died it would have turned to ash at the very moment she passed.

Albus Dumbledore had sent many members of the Order of the Phoenix looking for the girl and had no clue where she could possibly be. He knew there was a Death Eater among them this year, though, and figured they were trying to lure Ruby Potter out of hiding through the use of the Goblet of Fire. He thought this was a decent plan, and figured he would allow it to continue, only apprehending said Death Eater when the name came out of the Goblet, as he had absolutely no doubt it would. He just hoped and prayed that she would be up to the challenge of the Tri-Wizard Tournament.

Little did he know that he should have reversed that sentence.

With that thought, Professor Dumbledore summoned his hat and headed down to the Great Hall, where the students would be awaiting the Choosing of the Champions.

Ruby was feeling increasingly uneasy as time went on. She heard what sounded like a fire roaring in her ears, yet she knew for a fact there wasn't a fire near her. Unless she counted Yang, she thought, inwardly giggling at her joke. She quickly lost her amusement, however, when she started hearing an old, loud voice booming in her ears.

"The Champion for Beauxbatons is Fleur Delacour!" The voice boomed. The man sounded like someone out of her books, or one of the kid's movies she definitely didn't watch anymore. She chalked it up to exhaustion, however, and merely started to seal back all the boxes of ammunition and Dust she had sorted through to try to calm her mind and decided she'd take a nap.

"The Champion for Durmstrang is Viktor Krum!" The same voice said again, the roar of flames getting louder. Ruby pushed the noise from her mind, trying to ignore it, wanting to merely put away her team's ammo and go to bed.

"The Champion for Hogwarts is Cedric Diggory!" The voice boomed, this time sounding happier. Ruby stopped what she was doing at this point and rubbed her ears and shook her head, trying to ignore the voice and maybe figure out what her brain was dreaming about when she got to sleep.

"Ruby Potter!?" The voice boomed, sounding alarmed, and Ruby's eyes widened dramatically, looking around the room frantically. She'd not heard that last name in a VERY long time. On her fifth birthday, when she'd gotten her Aura unlocked, Ruby had also gotten her first cloak, much like the one she wore now, and had changed her last name from Potter to Rose. No one but her, her father Taiyang, her Uncle Qrow and Yang should have known about that!

"Weiss, did you hear that?" Ruby asked, turning her head towards her partner, head cocked to the side. Weiss looked up oddly at her leader.

"What do you mean? Hear what?" She asked, slightly annoyed at her leader interrupting her studying...again. However, that thought was pushed from her consciousness when she saw the pure, unadulterated look of fear across her leader's face. She had never seen her look so utterly terrified and helpless. What could possibly have caused that?

"Ruby..." she ventured, "what did you hear?"

Ruby shook a little, disturbed and more than a little scared at hearing voices of all things in her head, but also because the uneasy feeling was expanding from her like it was about to burst. She shook involuntarily as she rubbed her scar again, her eyes getting wet as she tried her best to answer, "I heard someone yell my name..." she said quietly. Weiss looked at her quizzically.

"How is that something worth getting so shaken over?" Weiss asked rather harshly, her irritation subconsciously leaking into her voice.

Yang, however, seemed to catch the inflection on the way she said "name" and immediately knew what she meant...Absolutely NOBODY should have known about that!

"Ruby...do you mean you heard someone yell...that name?" Yang asked tentatively. To be honest, it wasn't something worth being so upset over, only three people knew her birth last name other than Ruby. The only reason she'd ever been Ruby Potter was because it was clearly written in the odd letter they had found with the basket Ruby had been found in.

Ruby nodded frantically, wondering why she felt so panicked all of a sudden.

"I...I don't know who it was… it sounded like some old guy...and there was fire noises...it's really creeping me out," she mumbled, her silver eyes shooting around the room nervously.

"RUBY POTTER!?" The voice boomed again, making the room shake this time, though Ruby was still the only one who heard it. She looked around fearfully as the rest of Team RWBY grabbed their weapons and looked around the room, the pile of ammo and Dust all but forgotten laying in the center of the room.

"Guys...did you hear it that time?" Ruby asked timidly, holding Crescent Rose in it's ready position, looking around the room as if expecting the man, who she decided she didn't like, to appear out of thin air. The rest of Team RWBY shook their heads no, still shooting glances around the room. The four moved together into a diamond formation, their backs to each other so that they didn't have a blind spot.

Except right in between them was where the Goblet of Fire decided it should pop a portal to summon it's wayward champion.

The portal ripped open into a maelstrom of white light, blinding the four as they closed their eyes to shield themselves from the bright flash, not having enough time to force themselves to not be sucked through the portal directly to the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

Dumbledore looked around the room stoically, though inside he was both giddy yet also feeling a sense of dread. Ruby Potter would finally come to Hogwarts! The Wizarding World would find their savior! Yet, he couldn't help but feel uneasy at the prospect, and he was proven correct when the Goblet summoned a large white portal directly in front of itself, dropping four girls in a heap in front of it, before dropping multiple suitcases and boxes on top of them.

The smallest one shot up almost immediately, rose petals oddly trailing from her movement, which he immediately assumed to be some kind of illusion or cantrip much like the one he used on his eyes, and looked around the room, holding an oversized red scythe with multiple different baubles and boxes connected to it.

Out of the other three (The one with white hair, the one with a black bow, and the one with rather voluminous blonde hair), he assumed correctly the smallest one with black hair and red highlights was who he was looking for, which was proven for certain when she cast a silver-eyed gaze upon him.

He smiled genuinely, as if four oddly dressed girls dropping in front of him were nothing out of the ordinary, and spread his arms wide in welcome.

"Ruby Potter..." he said softly but equally loud, not noticing the girl's eyes widening before narrowing dangerously, "Welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"