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On a calm dark night, in a noisy illuminated city scape was an old-architectural designed building. On the building most, of if not all the windows of the building didn't give off any lights, with the corners of the building having gargoyle statutes poised.

Sitting on top of the building was a male teen, around fifteen years old. He had disheveled messy jet-black hair, but the roots of his hair seemed to be ash-grey, like his hair was dyed jet-black and he had dark green eyes. He wore a black jacket with bat-motif buttons and sequenced details on pockets. The jacket was unzipped, and the tag on the zipper also had a small bat. Underneath the jacket there was a steel grey shirt with small bat prints. He wore black trouser pants and black shoes. He also seemed to wear a black glove on his left hand.

The teen sat on top of the building, with what looked like a perpetual frown on his face. As he sat there two disks floated and orbited around him. The disks had a circular array of six sharp sickle-like blades protruding from the central casing.

The unique objects orbited around the teen, as he stared up at the stars in the night sky. 'Well…this is your life, Harry.' The teen thought.

The teen was formally known as Harry Potter, was sitting on an old architectural building. His life was bitchy, he knew that. Being born during a war, having people die for him, those people being close friends to his parents, that caused his parents to hold a form resentment towards him.

It only seemed to intensify when his younger brother was born, and it reached its peak with a megalomaniacal Dark Lord attacked his family. And the predictable song and dance played out, the Dark Lord went to kill Harry and his younger brother, the killing curse refract off the older child and scarred the younger one.

It would seem that it didn't take much for his parents to send him to his Aunt and Uncle. They believed he was jealous of the boy's fame. They thought living with his relatives would 'help' him. Technically they did help him…in a matter of perspective. When he was around seven, his Aunt and Uncle's paranoia of his 'freakishness', they attempted to hit him in the back of the head with an iron pot.

He had a very deep want to survive and live. So they technically did help him, because of what they did, something inside his head just…clicked.

Harry scowled as he glanced down. The two disks with six sickle blade like protrusions began to spin with unimaginable speed, creating aloud buzzing sound, as the continued to orbit around him. The roof he sat on began to shake, as the stone flooring on it began to tear apart with the gargoyles on the corners were crushed, as they all floated into the sky.

With a sigh, Harry's scowled lessened to a frown as he looked by up at the stars. All the debris stripped from the roof off the building and gargoyles fell, while the two bladed disks stopped spinning, but continued to orbit around him.

Telekinesis, Mind-Over-Matter, psychokinesis, Object Manipulation, it had many names. Harry reached forward with both of his hands, before the two bladed disks drifted into his hands. On one end of the disks there was a relatively small sized handle. He gripped them before he swiped them down, causing two of the sickle-like blades to retract and enter the disk. He swiped them down again, causing the rest of the blades to retract.

Harry held the two disks, before he put them in the pockets of his black jacket, as he slowly stood up. The sound of hooting grabbed his attention, causing him to turn and see a dark owl with a letter its beak. Harry scowled as he pointed his middle and index finger at the bird, with his thumb pointed up, making his fingers look like a gun.

"Bang…" Harry said dispassionately, before the owl exploded in feathers, as the teen sent a telekinetic bullet towards the animal. "…This is the seventy-third time. I wonder if they'll ever stop." He muttered to himself.

When he 'awoken' his telekinetic abilities, he well…he might've 'accidentally' created a large repulse field around him, his powers reacting to his distress. With such thermodynamic energy from the telekinetic repulse field coming from him, he disintegrated his relatives and a good portion of the house to nothing but molecules and ash.

Since he was seven, he was always smart boy, so he ran and took to the streets. With his new found telekinesis it was fairly easy to pick-pocket people to get enough money to live. He became more or less cynical to the world, his childhood, along with his life on the streets and slowly having the memories of Voldemort unravelling in his head, something he had even before the incident.

He was really cynical and jaded, along with being distant and closed off from a lot of people. For the next four years, he would steadily move further away from England and eventually the United Kingdoms in general, he had wanted to get as far away from anything that associated with his old life.

In those four years he learned a lot of things, some things that were useless and others that were invaluable. He made lots of allies and equal amount of enemies. Eventually he turned eleven, that's when he started to get letters from Hogwarts.

He replied almost instantly with a heft 'Fuck You', though he got more letters. He returned to the place he resented the most, and he realized he was being kinda stupid in giving his parents so much thought and emotion, So when he returned to London and entered Diagon Alley with total and utter apathy and indifference.

-Flash Back-

A young boy, with disheveled jet-black hair and dark green eyes walked through populated area of Diagon Alley. He had a frown on his face, a look totally out of place on an eleven year old boy. His hand was up slightly. Hovering above his hand were two chrome steel balls that orbited around themselves.

Harry glanced to his side, down the dark light alleys of Knockturn Alley. His eyes went a bit wide when he saw the long flowing black robes of a familiar person. Harry frowned again, before he turned and headed towards the suspicious alley.

He walked forward, with a dispassionate apathetic look, moving through the crowds. After he was a few feet in the alley, several people came out of the shadows, all looking dirty and disgusting. Harry stopped when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Now, what are you doing in dark place like this?" A scratchy female voice said, as the eleven year old boy looked forward. "Do you think we should help him out, boys?" She asked, as she looked at the three people a few feet in front of the young boy.

Harry looked at the three with apathy, as he slowly tilted his head and sighed. "The fact that you only have three escorts is a bit anticlimactic, but having those walls fixed in place suits me just fine." He said dispassionately, as he held his hand up, the one with the two steel balls floating around.

He flicked his hand slightly, before the two balls launched forward and slammed into two of the dirt covered men, sending them flying back. The center one reached for his wand, but froze. He saw two of those steel balls orbiting around his head. He looked to the boy, before in a swift movement went to brandish his wand.

But as soon as his movement was noticed, Harry closed his hand. The two steel balls stopped before the slammed into the man's temples. Harry watched uncaringly, as the two steel balls returned to his hand and orbited around each other.

"What the hell was that, you little punk?!" The witch demanded, as she held a hand to the boy's neck.

"I don't feel the need to answer the questions of a person who wished to harm me. I find it incredibly ludicrous…Now if you wouldn't mind…" Harry said, as he turned his head slightly and glanced up at the woman. "…Take your wand from my neck…" He instructed, as the lenses in his glasses gleaned maliciously.

The witch froze, as she felt an un-seeable force wrap itself around her heart and her hand. She watched with wide eyes as her wand and hand moved on their own, and point towards her own throat.

"I am sorry since rushing a conversation isn't really in my nature, but I do believe this is where we part…" Harry began.

"Expelliarmus…" A male voice said, before a scarlet light passed by Harry's face and shot the witch's wand out of her hand, causing her to take a step back. As soon as she did that another light flew passed Harry and slammed into the witch's chest, sending her flying back.

"My, what do we have here…The Potter boy." A male voice said with some disdain. "…Why are you in this neck of the woods, boy? Do you believe that you possess skills formidable enough to…travel through here, Mr. Potter?" A familiar voice asked.

Harry turned and looked up, to see a thin man, with shoulder length black hair and equally black eyes. He seemed to be wearing black robes. Snape narrowed his eyes at the young boy.

"It's been too long." Harry said, as he glanced down slightly.

"I saw you and your pathetic father a month ago, it hasn't been long enough." Snape said snidely.

"No…it's been to long…" Harry repeated, as he reached up and ran a hand through his hair, revealing two things. He didn't have a scar on his forehead and the roots of his jet-black hair were ash-grey. "…Uncle." He finished.

Snape narrowed his eyes again, as before he took a slight step back. "…Harry James Potter, it would seem the prodigal son returns." He commented dryly.

"It's just Harry know, I've had a bit of a name change. It wasn't too hard, I knew the right people." Harry said dispassionately.

"Quite, what are you doing here?" Snape interrogated.

"Well I have been getting numerous letters, telling me I've been accepted to come to Hogwarts." Harry said uncaringly.

"You're going to Hogwarts?" Snape asked in some surprise, before he composed himself.

"No." Harry replied bluntly. "I don't want to step foot in that establishment." He admitted.

"…Because of your family…" Snape said with a frown.

"Partially, I just don't believe I'm in need of joining that establishment." The young boy replied.

"Hmph, has the Potter arrogance made its way to you?" Snape asked snidely.

"No, I just know I don't need to go." Harry replied. He did have Voldemorts knowledge inside his head. He didn't need to repeat the school, it would be redundant and a waste of time.

"Then what are you doing here?" Snape questioned.

"Well, I think it's time my parents pay for their dues." Harry said, as he adjusted his glasses. "This is the only time I'm allowed free access to my family vaults 'to pay for my school supplies'. Since no one knows I'm not going to Hogwarts, I can take that money and leave…I also need a wand." He admitted.

He was an expert in his Telekinesis. He'd been using it for years, and now it was as easy as breathing. But what was a wizard without his wand. He also just wanted to actually use some of Voldemort's knowledge. There were some nifty things that could be used.

Snape frowned. "How are you going to learn?" He questioned seriously.

"I don't know…Get some books…I'll cross that road when I come to it." Harry replied. He still needed an update on some of the spells and curses.

"…I see. While I'm no pleased that I won't see you in my class, it is your decisions. I just hope you know what you're doing." Snape said, before he scowled. "Come." He said, as he walked out of the alley, with his robes billowing. Harry had a slight smirk, as he pushed his glasses up and followed the potions teacher. He did need an adult to help him access his vault, along with purchasing some things.

A few hours later Harry and Snape stood outside of Ollivanders. "Thank you for helping me, Uncle. Out of all the people in the wizarding world, I am truly glad it was you I came across." Harry admitted.

"Don't be daft you fool, I'm not leaving yet. And as for your education, I will try to help with that." Snape replied, as he glanced off in thought. 'I wonder if I could find those books.' He thought, before he and Harry walked into the Wand Shop.

After a lengthy and animated conversation from the owner of the shop Ollivander, Harry went to 'find' a wand. After a few dozen wands rejecting him, Ollivander went to the back of the store and pulled out an old dust covered box.

"Try this one." The old man said, though there was some worry in this voice, as he opened the box.

Harry reached forward and picked up the wand, it was about eleven inches long, and was nice and supple. He blinked a few times when he felt warmth spread through him, as he glanced down, with all the wand boxes shacking slightly, before everything calmed down.

"It seems that wand's chosen you." Ollivander commented, before he narrowed his eyes. "Curious…very curious." He muttered.

"Why? And don't speak riddles." Snape said impatiently.

"…The wand chooses the wizard. That much has always been clear to those of us who have studied wandlore... These connections are complex. An initial attraction, and then a mutual quest for experience, the wand learning from the wizard, the wizard from the wand…" Ollivander spoke. "…That wand has never chosen a wizard. I remember every wand I've ever sold. It just so happens that the phoenix, whose tail feather resides in your wand, gave one other feather, just one." He informed.

"I see…" Harry said, as he scowled slightly. He knew who owned the other wand. "…This wand. Its core is a phoenix feather…" He began. "…what else is it made of?" He asked.

Ollivander glanced down for a second, as he rubbed his hands together. "It's made of Holly Wood. It's rare among the wand woods. It works well with those who need help overcoming anger or impetuosity. Holly Wands usually choose wizards who are engaged in some dangerous and often spiritual quest." The Wand maker informed. "This is why the Phoenix Feathers are almost impossible mix with Holly Woods. They're picky when it comes to owners. Like most Phoenixes, they're detached from the world and incredibly independent, they're hard to personalize." He informed.

Snape rolled his eyes, as he scowled. "Can we finish this up today?" He said rudely. Harry glanced down with some consideration, it made since.

"…There's something else…" Ollivander said unsure. "…There was an incident a few centuries ago. While I was creating the core for that wand, I was trying to create another style of cores. Some people just don't want unicorn hair or dragon heartstrings as cores." He said, before he sighed. "You have to understand things were a lot more…lenient back then. Most of the cores were…unstable to the public." He began.

"Don't waste our time, spit it out." Snape said impatiently.

"There was one core I tried to make. It was more potion than solid core. It was…" Ollivander said as he glanced off. "It is…It had so much potential, but at a cost. The core was a potion, composed of the black blood of a bat winged demon, along with some hairs from its tail and wings." He said, as he glanced down. "A demon of great power, but of great emptiness and despair…I've only made four wands from that potion. Every wizard that tried to use those four wands ended up killing themselves out of depression, so I had to get rid of them." Ollivander informed, before he noticed the look Snape had and decided to hurry up. "Your wand, it fell into that potion. And because the wand is made of wood, it absorbed the concentrated potion into itself." The wand maker informed.

Harry gave him an unsure glance, before he looked down at the wand. The handle did have a tint of green and black to it, and he did feel it. It felt sad and empty, if he was honest he felt like it was radiating his own emotions, which is why he didn't notice it before. "I don't feel anything bad." Harry said, as he glanced up at the old man.

"Curious…very curious, maybe you can reach the full potential so many have yet to grasp." Ollivander said.

"The confidence you have in me is un-needed, but I do appreciate it." Harry replied dispassionately, before he looked down at the bag at his side. "How much will this be?" He asked.

"Ten Gallons." Ollivander replied.

A few minutes later Snape and Harry walked out of the shop. The eleven year old was staring at his new wand with curiosity.

"I don't think I need to tell you, to be careful with that thing." Snape said. It was incredibly rare to make a wand that could affect the wizard. And for a wand that absorbed the potion, which cored wands that made the wizards kill themselves.

"Of course, Uncle…And thanks for the help." Harry said seriously, as he looked up at the man.

"Don't be stupid, of course I would help you." Snape said evenly, before he sighed. "In a few weeks, prepare for my owl, it'll contain something." He informed.

Harry nodded, before he turned around and took a few steps forward. "Until we meet again…and please don't tell my family I was here." He asked.

Snape didn't respond as he turned around, with his robes billowing. He didn't need to respond, because they both knew he wouldn't tell. The two parted ways on good terms.

-End Flash back-

The Fifteen year old Harry stood on the building, as he glanced at the night sky. He held his hands out, before a black backpack flew into his right hand, and a sheathed katana sword. The sheath was dark green and so was the handle. The guard of the sword had two curved extensions from its long sides, with a line going through both sides, giving it an eye-like appearance.

Harry sighed, as he glanced at the sword. After leaving Diagon Alley, he had about one hundred and fifty Galleons. Since Galleons were almost pure gold, they were incredibly valuable. A handful of Galleons cost a small fortune.

For the next four years he went to several different countries, America, Russia, China and Japan. He had the money and wanted to see the place. When he had turned twelve with him going through puberty, his androgen and testosterone skyrocketed. During that time he noticed he became extremely aggressive and energetic, that was when he was in China.

It also presented an opportunity. Harry didn't want to be out of control. So he found an outlet, which was ironically fighting. Well more specifically he was learning how to fight. Since he really didn't have a clue and only used his telekinesis to deal with his problems. So for almost two years he invested all his time in learning several forms of martial arts, Jiu-Jitsu, Taekwondo, Wing Chun.

Harry was interested in those arts. Mostly because all the other teachers of the other arts he came across didn't want to teach him, either for not being a Chinese or because they saw something bad in him. So his options were imitated. But the masters who taught him, they saw great things coming from him. He wasn't really sure what they meant.

But since he had nothing to do, he fully invested all his time in learning and becoming decent at the three styles. He opted to learn the three at the same time, since while he had a lot of time he didn't want to waste a decade doing one thing. It was unsurprisingly more difficult, but it was less time consuming.

After about two years, Harry was about fourteen, and since he was about proficient enough in martial arts and his aggression was under control he opted to leave China, after informing this teachers. He knew he was not expert or master in the styles by he was not novice either, so he was confident enough to leave with what he knew. His teachers gave him some final advice before he left. After that he went to Germany for a two months and Greece for another, having some relaxing time.

For the last year he went to Japan, he heard some good things about the place and wanted to check it out. While he was there he saw some pretty cool movies, which made him go out and get a sword. He still had a lot of money from the Galleons have one of the oldest sword forges forge him a katana, which he requested to have the hilt of the sword have a hollowed out portion for his own reasons. The metals he paid for and provided for the forger was incredibly strong and expensive.

Harry gripped his green sheathed katana, as he glanced around. The katana's blade was made out of Ultra-High-Carbon Steel. It was also had a Titanium-Silicon Carbide coating, making it more durable to heat, rust and wear resistant.

The teen sighed as he put the katana sheath on his back, as he looped the strap that was on around his shoulder, after that he put the black back over the sheathed sword. He honestly had no idea how to use the sword, he just thought it was cool and didn't really think it was going to be hard to use. It was a sword, not a fighter jet.

The sound of hooting echoed again, causing Harry to turn. On top of the wall, was an owl perched up over the remains of the last on, and it had the Hogwarts crest on the letter it carried. In an instant Harry reached into his black jacket and pulled out a disk, before a circular array of six sickle-like blades protruded from around the disk casing.

Harry threw the bladed disk at the bird, and like a hot blade through butter, the disk cut through the owl with the utmost ease. The teen held his hand out as the disk flew back towards him, before he caught it easily.

He looked down at the object. After the creation of his katana, he had some metals behind and he wasn't one to be wasteful about things like that. So he had the forger create this and its twin. It was actually something he saw in a movie once, a Predator move. It was the Shurikens the Predators used and he thought he was pretty cool. They two were made of Ultra-High-Carbon Steel, coated with Titanium-Silicon Carbide.

He swiped down twice, causing the blades to retrace into the disk before he put the disk in his jacket pocket. He could say the two Shurikens were his favorite weapons, especially with his telekinesis.

Harry had a frown on his face as he glanced around, that was the tenth owl this week. They seemed to bother him at the beginning of each school year, which made sense. "Must be Derek's second year too." He commented dispassionately, as he turned around and walked towards the door to the building he stood on top of. It would've technically been his fifth. "Why don't they get the hint that I don't want to be there?" He asked himself as he reached to his back, and slowly unsheathed the katana.

The blade gave off the feeling of despair and emptiness. Harry glanced at it. After getting the blade, He snuck into Ollivanders' workshop and 'procured' the ingredients to potion that his wand absorbed. After that he recreated it, and let his blade soak in it for a bit. It made it easier to channel his magic through the blade, since his wand was inside the blade's hilt.

Harry slowly opened the door to the old abandoned building, before he lifted the katana blade up. "…I want out…" He muttered, as he stabbed the blade into the air in the door. Telekinetic energy was seen, as it amassed around the blade, giving off a green-black glow. 'How I use Telekinesis…it's easy when I got the hang of it. All I do is calmly think and tell the object what I want it to do, and it does. Or I could use explosive anger and pure, red-hot rage, which is harder to create.' Harry thought, while he dragged the telekinetic energy encased blade down, literally cutting the air and more. "…Split apart, to somewhere new, if you wouldn't mind." He muttered.

"I am prepared. I have nowhere else I want to go...Now open." Harry said with narrowed dark green eyes, as he completely slashed the blade down, with the air and the space dividing. He literally cut open and bent the fabric of the dimensional barrier, and pulled it open. The air rippled, as it space compressed slightly.

"Hmm…"Harry sounded with a smirk, before he pushed his glasses up, causing his lenses in his glasses to flare slightly. He let go of his katana, before it floated and sheathed itself in its own sheath. "Well…I have my cloths…some gold from the melted down Galleons…The two Predator Shurikens and Murciélago…" He said, it was what he named the katana, since it meant 'Black-Winged Great Demon' which was the creature Ollivander used for the potion that infected his wand, and he used to soak his sword in. "…Some cloths packed, yes. And the books, yes…I have everything." Harry muttered to himself, before he looked up at the cut in space.

'Well…Later.' Harry thought, as he took a step forward and walked through the rift in space.

-RWBY Universe-

Harry glanced around, before he noticed something, he wasn't standing on anything. He was falling. '…Oh, well isn't this an interesting circumstance.' He thought with a sigh, as he fell. It was dead of night, with a broken moon in the sky.

As he fell, Harry tilted forward as his feet, legs and lower body began to dissolve into black smoke, the smoke moved forward and encased the entire teen's body. Quickly Harry moved out of the way of several tall buildings, after correcting his course the smoke receded and Harry flipped a few dozen meters from the ground.

A visible telekinetic field formed around Harry, as he slammed into the ground. The telekinetic field protected the teen, before a shockwave shattered all the glass around him, along with a slight crater forming as he landed on the ground.

Harry glanced around, and noticed a few dozen windows shattered along with the ground around him indented. "…Oh, that was ah…" He muttered. 'I'm not paying for any of this.' He thought to himself, as he began to quickly walk away from the area he unintentionally vandalized. 'Step one, learn where I am. Step two, do something.' He thought with a sigh. He was mostly winging it at this point.

After a few minutes of leaving the scene, the sound of shattering glass grabbed his attention. Harry sighed, before he headed towards the sound. It might've lead to something to do.

Harry stopped at a building and slowly poked his head around the corner, before he blinked a few times. In front of a store looking place, was an unconscious man with a young girl standing over him. The young girl had black hair with a red tint to it. She wore a black blouse and a skirt with red trimmings, with black stockings and black-and-red boots. She also wore a red hooded cloak, and carried a giant scythe.

"…Red Riding Hood?" Harry asked unsure, was he in a world where Red Riding Hood was real where she used a giant weapon. '…Hmm…she's kinda cute.' He thought, before he scowled, as he watched her twirl the weapon around and struck it into the ground. As several men came out of the shop, along with a well-dressed man with orange hair, green eyes and wore a black bowler hat.

"Okay…" Roman said, as he glanced at his remaining henchmen. "…Get her!" He said with some annoyance.

Harry watched curiously, as the girl displayed almost unparalleled with the Giant Sniper Scythe weapon, completely destroying the group. The teen frowned, as he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Who are you?" A henchman asked.

"I find your voice grading and annoying, be quiet." Harry said dispassionately, before the henchman gripped his throat when he felt his vocal cords compress. "…Oh, and ah, enjoy space." He added coolly, before the henchman was sent straight up.

Harry watched the cute girl finish off the men, before the well-dressed on stepped forward. "You were worth every cent. Truly, you were." Roman said referring to the henchmen, and Harry could pick up on the sarcasm in the words. "Well, Red, I think we can all say it's been an eventful evening, and as much as I'd love to stick around..." He began, as he pointed his cane at the girl and the bottom opened up, revealing it was a gun. "….I'm afraid this is where we part ways." He said, before he fired a blast of red energy towards the girl, only for her to jump over it. When she landed and looked around, she noticed the well-dressed man wasn't there, but was climbing up a ladder on a nearby building.

"…Hmm…interesting…" Harry muttered, as he watched the girl chase after the well-dressed man. 'It isn't that hard to disconcert the victim and the foe in this situation.' He mused, as he walked up to the old man that was standing in front of the ship.

"Uh…I don't have any Dust." The old man said.

"I'm not looking for drugs, here…" Harry replied, as he glanced at the broken shop and waved his hand at it. 'Reparo.' He thought to himself, as all the broken objects and glasses lifted up and repaired themselves, as they returned to the state they were in before the break in.

"T-thank you." The old man said.

Harry looked at him with his usual frown, before he turned around and began to walk towards the building he saw the cute girl and well-dressed man move up. He crouched down, before the ground cracked under him, as he jumped up, with his telekinesis enhancing his physical condition.

The teen landed in a crouch at the edge of the building. He narrowed his eyes when he saw the well-dressed man in a carrier type tilt-rotor type craft. The man pulled out a red gem. "End of the line, Red." He said, before he tossed it to her and leveled his cane at it.

Harry scowled, as he watched that. He could tell it wasn't meant to be a gift, before he vanished in a booming static sound, as Roman fired his weapon. The red energy collided with the red gem, creating a large explosion.

Roman laughed, before he stopped and scowled when the explosion subsided. In front of Ruby was a middle-aged woman with light blonde hair tied in a back in a bun with a curl hanging down the right side, along with a tattered black cape. But in front of her was a teenage boy, with disheveled spiky black hair and dark green eyes, and black round rimmed glasses.

Harry's right hand was held up, as he created a semi-transparent dome of green-black telekinetic energy, before it subsided. In his gloved left hand was an engraved unique looking stick. In an instant Harry leveled his wand at the carrier. 'Confringo.' He thought, before an orange, fire-like projectile flew from his wand and collided with the bulkhead of the carrier, creating a large explosion, causing it to lose stability, with the well-dressed man retreating inside it.

"Get out of here, this isn't a place for children." Glynda said irritated, only for Harry to completely ignore her, as he pointed his right hand at her, before she was sent back a few feet by an unseen force.

Harry looked forward as a shadowed woman came to the side of the carrier. He watched as she did something with arm, before her arms and chest light up, before a burst of fire-like energy shot towards him. He pointed his wand at the energy, as he flicked his wrist slightly. 'Reducto.' He thought, as a blue light shot from his wand and collided with the energy, causing it to explode and the energy spattered on the ground around him.

The woman lifted her hand up, causing the ground around him to ignite. Before he could react, Glynda pulled him out of the away, as the ground exploded. Harry quickly put his hands out, as a slight repulse of telekinetic energy pushed him up.

As soon as he got up, the woman sent another blast of energy at him. With his wand in his left hand and his right hand ready, he seemed to catch the energy in between them and compressed it. He brought it to his mouth and exhaled onto it, and the flame-like energy turned into actual fire.

The fire turned and grew at an expediential rate, and towered above Harry, forming into a giant serpent. It faced the carrier and opened its maw and hissed loudly. Harry had a smirk on his face, while Ruby and even Glynda was surprised.

The large flame like construct seemed to coil around Harry, as it hissed loudly, before it launched itself towards the bulkhead. The woman seemed to scowl, as she condensed a lot of energy in her arm, before she launched it at the serpents head, causing it to explode.

Cinder smirked as she watched the serpent writhe in pain, as it thrashed around. She sent several more energy blasts at the thing, causing it to completely explode, with it going towards the teen.

Harry scowled, as he twisted his wand, and half-closed his right hand, causing the explosion to condense and cut out.

"…Whoa…" Ruby sounded as she moved forward, causing the teen to glance back. Harry quickly moved his right hand back, sending the girl back when she was pushed by telekinetic energy. He didn't want her caught up in his fight, she could get hurt.

The woman sent several blasts of fire-like energy towards the teen, but he held his hand and right hand in front of him. Each of the energy blasts got caught in a center of his hands, floating, but were condensed to the point the energy was almost coin sized.

In an instant Harry released all that power in a large shockwave of Cinder's and his own energy. The shockwave pushed the bulkhead back. Ruby and Glynda could hear the sound of hundreds of windows shattering, even Cinder could hear it.

Harry held his right hand up, as he pointed his wand at the bulkhead. Cinder narrowed her eyes, before they went a bit wide in surprise. All the glass from the surrounding area rose over the building behind Harry, like a tidal wave.

He pointed his right hand at the bulkhead, as all the shards of glasses flew towards the bulkhead. Cinder took a step back, as she put her hands together as several sigil-like energy rings formed around her and expanded, dispersing all the glass.

Quickly Ruby unfolded her scythe and fired at the bulkhead, while Cinder and Harry stared down. The teen was breathing heavily, well not overly heavily. He was just a bit taken back from the fight, he rarely ever exerted himself in Magic.

Glynda glared slightly at Harry, a child shouldn't be fighting. He could've gotten killed. The bulkhead drifted away, as the Cinder waved her hand at the group, with the ground igniting again. Harry was too focused on the woman to notice, but Glynda quickly pushed him back along with Ruby as the ground exploded.

When things calmed down, Harry stood back up and glanced at the area the bulkhead was at. "…This could be problematic." He said with some indifference, as he scowled and walked forward. He glanced down at his wand, before he reached up and placed it back into Murciélago's hilt.

"Where do you think you're going, young man?" Glynda questioned with narrowed eyes, as she watched him head the other direction.

Harry turned and looked at her, as Ruby and Glynda looked at him. He gave her his usual frown, disinterested look. "I was going to hunt down the well-dressed man and the shadowed woman, and force them to tell me what they were doing." He said bluntly, causing Ruby to look unsure.

"You will do no such thing." Glynda said seriously. "You two are coming with me." She said, causing Ruby to look down.

"Why?" Harry asked. "Because of what happened tonight? I'm sure you must be well informed to have arrived on the premises in the given amount of time the crime was committed. You must know Red Riding Hood wasn't the criminal, and was in no wrong. The fact she went out of her way, saving several people, despite her enemies being armed, only cements the fact she had no part in the plan. Furthermore, if you plan to arrest us, or apprehend us on the soul notion of helping, it would make you no better than the criminals you tried to combat. If so, why, because we dared fight an enemy?" He listed off questions in a very analytical, calm and collected manner.

"…Wha?" Ruby asked, as she tilted her head. If she was honest, she did not understand half of what the nerdy kid said.

"I am not arresting you." Glynda said with a scowl. "We need to talk, and would you prefer talking to me…or them?" She asked, as she glanced over the building, with Ruby and Harry. They saw dozens of cop cars.

"Hmm…well, are you leading?" Harry asked, getting a curt nod from the woman.

"That was so cool what you did!" Ruby said excitedly, as she looked at the teen with wide eyes.

Harry looked at her curiously. "…You have silver eyes…" He said unsure, he never met someone with silver eyes before.

"Well…um…yeah…" Ruby said, as she glanced around. "I'm…um…I'm Ruby." She said with some of her social anxiety coming out, Harry nodded, as he followed Glynda. "Um…what's yours?" She asked.

"What's my what?" Harry asked with a frown, as he glanced at her.

"Um…Y-your name." Ruby said.

Harry glanced forward again, causing the girl to look down. "Harry." He informed.

"Oh…" Ruby sounded, really glad he answered. "…Hey um, I was wondering. You know, not to be offensive or anything…but ah, is there something wrong with your voice?" She asked, meaning his accent, it was so rare around where she lived.

Harry stopped for a second, before he continued walking. "…No." He replied coolly, causing Ruby to look sad again, thinking she upset him.

A few hours later, Harry sat in a dark room, with a bright light shining on him. He watched as Glynda pace in front of him, with a scowl on her face.

"I know you're smart." Glynda said, as she paced. "Why would someone like you put yourself and others in great danger?" She asked, as she looked at the sitting teen.

"There was a situation in which my assistance was needed…" Harry began, before he glanced around the room. "…I am more or less ambivalent to anything else that could've happened." He admitted.

Glynda sighed, as she leaned forward and put her hands on the table. "I'm at a bit of an impasse here, I have no idea who you are…or what you're planning." She said with narrowed green eyes. "And I won't let you harm the people of this city." She informed.

"Who I am? That's none of your concern. What I'm planning…well, I'm not planning on committing mass murder. I can assure you that. And if that's your concern, you don't need to commit all your resources into watching one boy." Harry said jaded voice.

"I don't know, who you think you are…" Glynda began with a scowl.

"I know perfectly well, who I am. But the question of my identity is not in play here. I would like to ask one of my own though, who are you?" Harry asked with a tilt of his head.

"I'll get to that later." Glynda said seriously, as she pushed herself back off the table. "Those things I saw you did, who taught you?" She asked.

Harry glanced at her, before he looked back down at the table in front of him. "It was something I taught myself." He said.

Glynda didn't look to sure of that, but she had nothing to contradict what he said, though if it was true she was a bit impressed. Even the Rose girl had been taught how to do what she did with the scythe.

"Well then…be that as it may, there is someone who would like to speak to you." Glynda informed, as she took a step back.

Ozpin walked in, as he glanced at the young teen sitting in the chair. The teen's back was straight, with his hands in his lap. He looked incredibly rigid yet proper in a way. Ozpin sighed, as he sat down in the chair in front of the teen.

"I'll be frank, what is your name?" Ozpin asked.

The teen looked him with disinterest, before he sighed. "Harry." He informed.

"Harry…what?" Ozpin questioned.

Harry closed his eyes and exhaled through his nose, as he opened his eyes. "My name is Harry Sebastian Nicodemus." He informed. He did change his name after all. He felt those two were appropriate.

"I see…Mr. Nicodemus." Ozpin said, as he held up a tablet. It showed a recording of him falling from a high height, before he slammed into the ground, creating a telekinetic shockwave, then to him spying on Ruby and sent a henchman into high orbit, then to him repairing the old man's shop, and then to some clips of his fight with the bulkhead. "…So…where exactly did you learn to do…all of that?" He asked.

"Well, when lives in my neck of the woods, they tend to learn a few things." Harry replied.

"And where exactly is your neck of the woods?" Ozpin questioned.

"Around." Harry said.

"Really?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Indefinitely." The teen said with a frown, before he leaned back slightly. "Rushing a conversation isn't really in my nature, but I will have to impose a bit. What exactly do you want? If this is an interrogation, you won't get anything from me. If it's for detainment, I will tell you, it won't hold me. If this is a ploy to assassinate me, I will fight back." Harry said. "Furthermore, I would like to ask what happened to Ruby Riding Hood, is she going through what I am?" He questioned.

"Ms. Rose is doing alright, she's just been released. As for you…I know your type." Ozpin said, causing the teen to scowl with the table shacking slightly, as the legs of the table compressed. "You lack…purpose. Tell me, why did you learn to use your abilities?" He asked, as the table stopped shacking.

Harry looked at him unsure, before he glanced away at the wall, while Glynda and Ozpin looked at him. "I was…different. I can make things move without touching them. I can make animals do what I want, without training them…I can make bad things happen to people who hurt me, I can make them feel what I felt, if I really wanted to." He admitted, as he looked at the man. "In the beginning I had nothing…I have nothing but time and power. So I chose to hone my skills, was that such a bad thing? Is it bad that mastered the gifts I was given." He informed.

Ozpin took a sip from his mug, while Glynda glanced down. "And you use those abilities to…impose yourself, to harm others?" He asked.

Harry gave him a look. "Why would I do that? The very notion in itself is ludicrous. I only attack, when I'm attacked…or annoyed to the point of retaliation...tonight was an exception. I don't take joy in harming others or the weak. It is entirely pointless in the grand scheme of the universe." He stated.

"I see, and helping others?" Ozpin asked curiously.

The teen frowned as he glanced down at the table. "I…don't think I'm cut out for helping people. I'm not a very…personable person." He admitted with a sigh. He knew he gave off an air of aloofness mixed with cynicism and apathy. It's not a very likeable group of traits. It also didn't help he tried to emulate his Uncle Severus.

"That's fine. People don't have to like you, for you to save them." Ozpin said, as he sent a smirk towards Glynda, causing her to scowl. She didn't have the reputation of being a nice person, strong and strict yes, but rarely nice.

Harry narrowed his eyes at the man. "This array of questions must have a purpose, what do you want?" He asked seriously.

"Hmm…" Ozpin sounded, as he took another sip. "…I have a proposition." He admitted, causing Glynda to scowl. Surely he wasn't going to let another under aged kid into Beacon.

"What kind of proposition?" Harry asked with a scowl.

"…You lack a…purpose, correct?" Ozpin questioned, getting a deeper scowl from the teen. "You have all those nifty abilities, yet have nothing to use them for, right? I'm offering you a…invitation to a school I happen to run." He said, causing Glynda to sigh.

"You want me to join your school?" Harry asked dryly. "Is it a knitting school? Or perhaps a school where I learn how to get in touch with my feelings?" He questioned sarcastically.

"I don't know about that, but Beacon Academy is a place where young people, such as yourself, people who have talent in fighting. They'll be trained…or guided is the better word, to become Huntsmen and Huntresses. Their main goal is to protect and help those who can't against the darkness of the world." Ozpin informed.

Harry glanced at him, before he looked at Glynda, to see she had her arms crossed with a scowl on her face. "I hardly think I'm qualified for such a thing. Why don't you ask the Ruby girl, the one with the giant sniper scythe?" He questioned.

"I already have, and she'll be heading to Beacon." Ozpin informed. "She'll be lonely, being the only fifteen year old going there. Perhaps you can help with that? You have no purpose or outlet for your skill. If you go to Beacon, perhaps that'll be your outlet. And you won't be alone. You'll see a familiar face there." He said.

Harry scowled for a second, before he sighed. "…Fine…" He relented, before he glanced up towards the man. "I'm not paying." He informed.

"Pardon?" Ozpin asked.

"The damage. I'm not paying for it." Harry said seriously.

"Don't worry, I wasn't asking." Ozpin replied, as he stood up and headed for the door. He stopped and pulled out a card and slid it along the table, towards the teen. "The address to where the airship will be. And you're…bag and weapons are at the front corner, untouched." He informed, before he left the room.

Glynda went to follow the man, before she stopped when a voice spoke to her. "I do apologize for any inconveniences I made for you, tonight." Harry said, as he glanced up at the ceiling. "It was a nice night." He commented. The woman nodded, before she turned around and left the room.

Harry stood up and walked to the door, before it automatically opened up, as he walked through it and headed for the front office of the building. When he arrived at the front office, he noticed his black back, green sheathed katana and two silver disks on the desk.

He held his hand out, before the two disks flew into his hands and put them in his jacket. He held his hands out again, before the green sheathed katana and the black backpack flew into his hands. Harry looped the sheath's strap over his shoulder, before he put the backpack over it.

Harry turned and glanced around the empty room, before he left. When he walked out of the building he stopped, a few feet in front of him was the cute girl in black and red.

"Oh, you're not in trouble." Ruby said with relief. "I kinda thought that, since I was out here for a bit, and you didn't come out you were arrested." She said, as she looked at the teen.

"…Why would you care?" Harry asked with a scowl.

"Well…we're friends, right?" Ruby asked with big silver eyes.

"You have a bad sense of humanity, if you think I'm a good friend." Harry said coolly.

Ruby glanced down, before she looked back at him. "Well. You helped me. So you can't be that bad." She said with a smile.

Harry frowned, as he looked at the girl, before he sighed. "Whatever." He said, as he turned on the sidewalk and began to walk.

Ruby glanced around, before she walked with him. "So, what'd they talk to you about?" She asked curiously.

"Things." Harry said uncaringly.

"Oh…Did um…did they invite you to a place?" Ruby asked evasively, not wanting name any names, since she didn't want to upset him if he wasn't.

"You mean Beacon." Harry replied.

"Yes." Ruby said with a nod, only for the teen to continue walking. "Um, were you invited there?" She asked.

"Obviously." He said with some annoyance.

"Oh, did you accept?" She questioned with some hope. She didn't want to be the only one to get pushed up into Beacon.

Harry stopped for a second and sighed. "…Yes." He said.

Ruby smiled fully, as she looked at the melancholic teen. "Is it alright if I see your weapon?" She asked. Harry turned and looked at her blankly for a second, before he turned and began to walk. "Hey wait up!" She announced, as she quickly caught up with him. "So…is that a no on the weapon?" She questioned again, only for the other teen to ignore her.

'I hope I don't regret going to this school.' Harry thought with a sigh.

This story is more of a what-if to the Serpent Sorcerer. Where Harry never got amnesia and left. He still left, but of his own accord and into the RWBY-verse.