I Do Not Own Harry Potter or RWBY

For those of you upset that I'm starting a new multi-chapter story, I just have this to say.

I don't do this for profit. I'm not a professional writer. It's a hobby. As much as I would like to finish a story, my muse comes and goes. If you don't like that...I'm sorry.

Now on with the story.

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Prologue

Harry opened his eyes.

Having just let himself be struck by Voldemort's killing curse, the seventeen year old wizard was more than a little surprised...not that he knew what happened after death, but he doubted it would be as simple as opening his eyes

He found himself in what appeared to be a cleaner version of Platform 9 3/4 in Kings Cross station.

The next thing he noticed was that he was naked, but almost as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he found himself dressed in the three-piece suit of his dreams.

He didn't own a suit himself, but he'd always wanted one. Perhaps it was a byproduct of wearing Dudley's castoff's most of his life, but Harry Potter had always wanted fine clothes. This suit was definitely fine. It was cut to perfectly fit him, yet as he flexed and turned his body, the fabric moved, and didn't scrunch. Even the vest and tie around his collar were comfortable. In fact, the fabric of his shirt felt very smooth and comfortable. And the black leather shoes...They felt as though they were already broken in, yet looked absolutely flawless.

After he finished inspecting his clothes, Harry turned his attention back to his surroundings.

By one bench, he saw what appeared to be an infant, bundled in blankets. Walked towards it, he looked down at it, only to be repulsed by the moving, charred body of what looked like a baby Voldemort.

"Horrifying isn't it?"

Harry whirled around to face the voice, only to find himself looking at a pale skinned woman with black hair, and clothed in black. She was beautiful, but he didn't have any idea who she was. "Who are you?" he asked. "Where am I?"

The woman grinned. "You, Harry James Potter, are in the in-between, more commonly known as limbo. As for who I am...considering you were struck by the killing curse, I would think that obvious."

"You're Death?" the wizard asked, a little incredulously.

The woman grinned. "What, where you expecting a skeleton in a cloak?...I can appear as such if that makes you more comfortable. But I find souls take, well me, better if I look physically appealing." She walked over and looked down at the baby Voldemort. "Ugly little thing isn't it?" Death looked back at him. "You know what this is, don't you Harry?"

"It's Voldemort, isn't it?"

Death tilted her head back and forth. "Yes and no. This, is the shard of Tom Marvalo Riddle's soul that was lodged within you. This, Harry James Potter, is the what happens to your soul when it's split. Even if he passed on to paradise, which Tom Riddle won't be doing by the way, this damage would remain for eternity...it will make his ultimate punishment that much more painful, if that brings you any comfort."

"Not really." Harry admitted.

"Anyway, enough about Tom Riddle. What we need to discuss now, is you," Death said, pointing at the wizard.

"I suppose it's time for me to be judged."

"Wrong," Death said with a smile. "Not only have you assembled the artifacts I left on your Earth, which grants you my favor, that bit of soul within you makes this a...rather unique situation."

"What kind of situation?" the wizard asked tentatively.

"The kind I enjoy," Death said, her grin widening. At Harry's look she explained, "There are certain rules that even I, as Death, must follow. That said, eternity can be so...boring when you only do the same thing over and over. Its one reason I made what you know of as the Deathly Hallows, and why I relish situations such as yours. They allow loopholes that allow me to amuse myself, and bend the rules, so to speak."

"Errrrrr..."

"Oh relax," Death assured with a wave of her hand. "You haven't earned my displeasure, so this won't be too bad." She frowned and caressed her chin as she thought for a moment. "Just give me a minute to decide what I'm going to do." When Harry began to open his mouth, she commented. "Ah,ah, ah...No comments from the peanut gallery please."

Death was silent a few more moments, then a grin began to spread over her face. "Oh yes, that will be amusing, but which world...Hmmm...oh yes, but... perfect." She turned her black eyes back to Harry.

The grin on her face sent chills down Harry's spine.

"I'm going to send you to a new world Harry Potter," Death informed him. When he opened his mouth to question what she was doing, she stopped him. "No speaking. Now, the world I'm sending you to has magic, but it's very...rare, and unique in it's own way. It's also a rather dangerous world, and I'll advise you to learn how to use a weapon, or several, to survive. But never fear, I'm not so heartless, at the moment anyway, to send you there without a few gifts."

"First," Death waved her hand, and the Elder Wand appeared in it. "This," she reached out and grasped his arm, "is yours." Death pressed the wand to Harry's forearm. A slight burning sensation occurred, and Harry watched as the wand seemed to sink into his arm. "It is now a part of you, and you will be quite capable of wandless magic," she informed him.

"Second," Another wave of her had, and the Cloak of Invisibility appeared. She draped it over Harry's shoulders, and like the wand, it seemed to sink into his body. "I've integrated that into the abilities you'll have access to in this new world."

Taking a step back, Death tapped her chin with a finger. "The stone is frankly too much trouble, but..." Her gaze fell to the bundle of Voldemort's soul. "Ah...that will do nicely." She reached her hand out towards Voldemort, and black energy appeared to be sucked from the deformed soul piece.

Harry got a bad feeling.

"It seems only fair, since you sent me so many pieces of Tom Riddle's soul that you should get some reward for that," Death explained, "And I believe this is a more than suitable substitute for the Resurrection Stone, especially since you won't have access to any kind of magic library where you're going." She pressed her finger to Harry's forehead, and the wizard suddenly found himself with the knowledge of spells, rituals, and other magic's he'd never even heard of before. When Death pulled her finger back, she explained, "No you posses all the knowledge of magic that Tom Riddle amassed in his life, even the things he's forgotten or deemed useless. And you will never forget it, or any of your own magical knowledge for that matter."

"Lastly, and this is mainly to ensure you don't die too soon and end my entertainment," Death slapped Harry on the back of the head, and more knowledge appeared in his head, though at the moment Harry couldn't make head nor tail of it. "Some basic knowledge you'll need to survive in your new world."

"That should do it." Death said happily. "Now then, when you wake up, it'll be in a relatively safe place. That said, you'll...well, you'll seem incredibly drunk for the first few hours. It's a side effect of sending you to a different world. I recommend getting a room someplace and sleeping it off, and not making any life altering decisions for your first day there, but that's up to you now. And just so you know, I'll be very unhappy if you die to soon, it'll end my fun, so try not to. Okay?"

Before Harry could comment, Death said, "Ta-ta now."

With a mighty shove from Death, Harry's world went black.

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For those of you that didn't quite get it, Death is basically doing what she is because she's bored, and finds this amusing. There is no real reason beyond that, and the fact that Harry's unique situation allows her to bend the rule she operates under to amuse herself.

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