Chapter 1- Potter to Arc

It was a beautiful night sky on the twenty third of June, nineteen eighty-four. A full moon was high in the sky shining down onto the earth, there was no clouds in the midnight sky showing all of the twinkling stars, there was nothing but silence as everyone was fast asleep having peaceful dreams of what their future could entail.

However, that silence was soon broken by the sound of a child's cry, however it didn't sound like a normal child's cry, when they were wanting something. No, this child's cry was gut wrenching, filled with agony and sorrow

The source of the sorrowful crying was a seven-year-old boy dragging himself down Privet Drive, the state of the child was horrendous and many that had suddenly woken up from their sleep upon hearing the crying immediately began to get changed so they could rush out and help the boy.

The child himself was skinny, way too skinny in fact that you could see his bones and ribs through the torn, ragged shirts that were way too big for him, the boy's hair was filled with grease, dirt and most likely lice as it reached down past his ears, looking like it had never been washed or cut before.

However, what was the worst was the child's injuries, you could see scars on his wrists looking like a knife had been slashed across them, the back of the boy's shirt was wet and staining a dark red proving that his back was bleeding, bruises covered his legs, arms and most likely chest

But then came the two injuries that could make a grown man throw up. The boy's left eye was covering in blood and more dripped down it, a large slash wound was cut diagonally across his face, starting at the middle of his forehead, going directly through his left eye and ending just below his left ear.

Then there was the child's right leg. there was no way of actually describing it apart from the fact it looked like a mangled piece of meat. the boy dragged the leg along with him as he seemed to try and run away from where ever he came from.

From just a view of the eye it looked like the leg would never heal, having a completely shattered ankle, a broken leg bone, a dislocated thigh and all the bruises that covered it, the boy was most likely going to have a limp for the rest of his life

The people that began to rush out the help the boy soon stopped in their tracks however when they realized who it was that was in the pitiful state, their eyes widening upon realizing that perhaps that everything they had been told about the boy was wrong.

The child's name was Harry Potter, the resident trouble maker of Privet Drive, though the rumours and stories were never proven considering the fact that the boy was never seen outside of the house

"Get him Ripper, teach him a lesson for ruining my Dudder's special birthday!" A screeching voice yelled from the other side of Privet drive, many who lived in the drive could tell you straight away that the voice belonged to Petunia Dursley, a horse faced woman that wasn't very well liked among the neighbours, what the people saw next however would cement Petunia's reputation and tear her family apart.

Ripper, one of the twelve bulldogs that Marge Dursley kept and was well known for being her favourite, the fat dog had spotted its prey and barked alerting the Durley's of where Harry was. The bulldog was known to be ferocious but what happened next would make it so the dog was put down immediately

When the bulldog caught up to the limping Harry, it latched its teeth onto the already mangled leg, biting hard and crushing the weak bones due to all the neglect. Harry screamed in pain as he fell to the floor, the small worn out bag that he was carrying fell of his back and his glasses smashed against the floor

The fat bulldog was given the chance and began to shake its head, the fangs inside its mouth ripped the puncture wounds wider, tearing flesh and muscle apart as blood sprayed out all over the road, Harry was screaming in pain and agony as all the adults now of Privet Drive were now just watching the attack with wide eyes.

Harry himself had tears of blood leaking down his left eye as he cried. He could never understand what he had done to deserve the life he had. Whilst he was living the life of a tortured house elf, his twin brother was living the life only Harry could dream of, being praised and spoilt by their parents, having all sorts of friends to play with.

Harry knew all about the Magical world, he grew up in it for four years before his parents shipped him off. At first, they were a normal family, Harry and his brother were treated as equals but on then it all changed when the dark lord, Voldemort attacked.

In the end, the dark wizard was vanquished after he had put James and Lily Potter unconscious wanting them to live the rest of their lives without their children and knowing that the children's deaths were because of their failures

Only for the man's killing curse to be sent back at him, killing him instantly. Dumbledore soon arrived onto the scene and decided to proclaim Albus Potter as the Boy-Who-Lived, never seeing the lightning bolt scar on Harry's forehead which was covered by a little tuff of black hair.

At first everything was normal, but then it started to change. No longer being called down for meals, no longer having a bedtime story, On and on it went, the Potter's soon started to neglect him so much that they completely forgot about him and whenever they did remember it was only to call him a nuisance.

So, instead of being taken care by his parents, Harry's personal house elf Winky, looked after him. The small magical creature taught him how to read, write and speak English. When Harry had learned how to read, he took to library and took comfort in the books that surrounded him.

Then when his fourth birthday rolled around, his birthday present was being shipped off to the Dursleys with his parent's excuse saying it was for his protection and so that he wouldn't get jealous of his brother's fame and power as they were going to start training him.

Then his life of hell came. Forced to do all the chores, starved as he slept in the cupboard under the stairs, belittled and insulted by his Aunt, finally beaten and abused by his Uncle as the man wanted to get rid of Harry's 'freakish' nature.

So now here he was, seven years old and trying to escape his own demented prison. Blinded in one eye as his Aunt Petunia had swiped a kitchen knife across his face after he supposedly ruined her son's birthday, honestly the obsession she has with her son is extremely weird.

Then there was his leg. The mangled piece of meat that was meant to be considered his leg anyway. Harry couldn't count how many times it had been broken, dislocated or bruised and since he was a 'freak' his uncle never sent him to hospital telling Harry to just use his 'freakish' powers to heal it

And now the same leg as being torn into the fat bulldog Ripper, Harry could see with his right eye that all around him, the members of Privet Drive stared at him, unable to help him due to being in shock from the horrible site.

In his distress Harry soon felt a power beginning to rise up within him, all of the books he had taken from the Potter library had taught him all about magic and how to use it. Grabbing hold of the worn our bag Harry soon closed his eyes and let out one more scream of agony as the dog's teeth crushed the bone it was tearing into.

The magic within him responded, blowing the fat dog away, unfortunate its fangs were still in and so the dog took a massive chunk out, Harry could hear the dog's whimpers as the shouting of Vernon and Petunia Dursley was coming closer. Harry couldn't move as he found himself bleeding out on the floor, clutching tightly of the bag as if it was the most important thing in the world

'Please take me away from here?' Harry though

His magic responded and without a word, Harry found himself apparating away from Privet Drive, leaving behind a puddle of blood and fainting human beings, not knowing that soon all later the past would catch up to him.

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Soon enough Harry reappeared, being spat out into a dark alleyway, his hand clutching onto his bag that he held in high importance. The bag had all the books he had taken from the Potter Library, including the Potter Grimoire, all the books he had with him all had different spells written in them, knowledge of runes, different magical species and how their weakness.

Harry clenched his teeth in pain as he felt his right leg burn with pain, blood was pouring out from it and Harry was feeling faint, he needed to get out of the alley and into an open street where passers-by could see him and fast otherwise he would die of blood loss.

Looping the bag around onto his back, Harry began to use the wall to help him stand, his right leg was completely useless to stand on, the boy could only pray that someone would find him, all he had to really do was get out of the alleyway

Dragging the mangled limb Harry took two steps forwards before crashing down the ground, creating noise as his body hit garbage cans and sending them flying, his only good eye closed as he fell unconscious, blood was spilling out all around him living him in his own puddle, you could sense some sort of power trying to keep him alive so desperately.

"Hello?" a young voice called out from where light creeped in, the person must have heard the noise and came to investigate. All of a sudden, an electrical whip slammed against the ground right next to Harry's head.

Before long a figure appeared and recoiled the whip upon seeing the state of Harry, it was quite odd to see a young fifteen-year-old girl holding a spiked whip that sparked with lighting

Due to the little amount of light that reached into alleyway, the girl's appearance was shown to have porcelain skin, her hair was golden blonde and flowing in locks that reached down to her waist, her eyes were a sparkling ocean blue colour and surprisingly enough she wore an emerald green dress that that flowed in the breeze

Her eyes seemed to widened slightly upon seeing Harry and rushed towards him, her eyes scanning the area around them in case the attacker was still nearby, she seemed to wrap her whip around her waist like a belt and quickly knelt down pulling Harry's body into her own

Blood covered her once clean dress as she held onto the boy's body, her eyes seemed to sparkle as she quickly set to work, brushing the child's hair away to see the damage done to his face. A shimmering purple glow began to surrond the two, freezing the blood and stopping it from no longer flowing

'He feels like Jaune when I used to hold him. Before he became an embarrassment to the family name'

The girl thought with a frown on her face upon having memories of the only male sibling, the boy had been a valued member of the Arc family until he became what he was now, whilst his twin sister went to signal academy to learn how to fight Grimm and become a huntress, Jaune stayed at home.

"Violet! Violet! where are you?" A new voice called making the girl frown, she turned back around and seemed to stare a Harry's face before smiling, picking up the frail body along with the worn out back, her eyes seemed to grow angry upon feeling how light he actually was

"I'm here mother" the now named Violet walked out of the alleyway and towards the voice of her mother, Violet had a grin on her face as her eyes twinkled with excitement, a plan was forming in her head as she seemed to carefully stroke away the tuffs of hair that fell over Harry's eyes

She felt it, the power that was locked away inside him, keeping Harry alive as it worked. She didn't know what the power was but it felt like an Aura. A very powerful Aura, coupled with the power and will to not bleed out and die made Violet even more happy as it meant the boy was strong in his own right.

The strong survive whilst the weak die, that was her motto. Its why she was disgusted with her younger brother's weakness. Jaune was an embarrassment to the Arc family, a family that was well known for being warriors and yet the only male child was a weak, useless man.

However, if the little plan that Violet was conjuring up within her mind worked out, then the Arc family would gain a son that was a true Arc family member, personally trained by Violet herself he would easily be able to enter Beacon and bring fortune to the Arc family as well as restore the embarrassment that Jaune has brought to them.

"Violet, are you okay. You just suddenly disappeared after the argument you had with the Schnee girl" An older woman appeared looking more like a mature version of Violet with a black dress on instead of emerald

"I'm okay mother, I just needed some air after having the friendly spat with Winter, besides I think it was destiny that led me here"

Violet announced as she held up the unconscious form of Harry. Violet mothers, Guinevere Arc, looked down at Harry however soon caught the eyes of her eldest daughter, they were filled with adoration unlike anything she had seen in her child's eyes before.

The only time Guinevere had seen Violet like this was when Jaune had been born, after that they retained their coldness and became even more disgusted and angry when Jaune was in the same room as her.

Whilst the entire Arc family insulted Jaune as he wasn't a warrior like them, they still loved him like a member of their family but Violet always seemed to bully him, she was disgusted by Jaune and his weakness and when asked why she would always reply with the same response

"The world is a cruel place, Grimm tear us apart and we fight amongst ourselves, the only way to live is to become strong and whilst we live the weak shall perish"

Guinevere looked back down at Harry and noticed his injurie, there was no way the boy would become a huntsman with the mangled right leg that he has, as well as being half blind put the boy at a large disadvantage

"What do you plan to do with him?" Guinevere knew that her daughter had some sort of plan being made in her head and usually when her daughter had set her mind to something she didn't stop until she got what she wanted

"I have no idea what you're on about dearest mother, now I think it'll be best to get this boy to the hospital"

Guinevere Arc didn't say anything as she watched her daughter carry a broken child away and towards a hospital, a slight frown on her face before deciding to speak with her husband about this new development.

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Arthur Arc, a well-known hunter and father to eight children, seven of those children are growing woman whilst the eighth is a disappointment in his eyes, and whilst his youngest only male child was bringing shame to the family for being weak and pathetic, his eldest daughter fame and glory.

Being the leader of her own team during her time in Atlas as in her words wanted to prove how much better she was than her supposed rival Winter Schnee, not only that but she was rising up to be a well-known whip user and for some odd reason, even though she was fifteen years old had many suitors wanting to melt her icy heart.

So, imagine Arthur's surprise when his wife Guinevere came home explaining that Violet picked up a child from the streets and had a look of adoration in her eyes as well as a slight blush on her cheeks

This is how Arthur found himself walking down the halls of Vale's hospital looking for her eldest daughter and this strange boy that seems to have captivated her attention so much

Imagine his surprise upon the scene he had just walked into when entering the room the boy was supposedly admitted to.

Her eldest daughter, who was colder hearted than the supposed ice queen was smiling cheerfully as she tried to feed the young boy food, however even though his eldest daughter looked like an innocent being right now that could do no harm

The boy however had fear in his eyes and tried to retreat away from her, there was even restraints placed around his wrists stopping him from running away, Arthur just couldn't understand why his daughter would show so much love towards a random street urchin

"I presume you are the father of the young girl?" A voice spoke as a doctor appeared next to Arthur with a clipboard "Do you know the boy in some way as well"

The head of the Arc family scowled slightly and was about to say that he no relation at all but seeing the absolute joy in his daughter's eyes even though the boy seemed to be afraid of her made him stop

"He's... he's the son of a former friend. Is there a problem with my daughter being with him?"

"Not at all sir, it's just that having her presence here might cause the patient some stress when we are trying to have him as comfortable as can be"

"Perhaps you could enlighten me on what's wrong with the boy, I could offer some help if need be" Arthur asked, he wanted to know what was so special about the boy

"Well for what we've found, the boy has been heavily abused. Signs of beatings, starvation and work labour has been shown, as you can probably already tell he has been blinded in his left eye and he'll never be able to walk on his right leg again without the help of support and even then he'll have a limp"

"what we are most worried about is that the boy is suffering from Haphephobia, otherwise known as the fear of being touched. As you can see he won't even let your daughter come near him and we had to restrain him to the bed just so we could try to heal him"

"The only thing the boy has even said to us, is that his name is apparently Phoenix"

Arthur frowned at the news, the boy was a cripple and sounded even weaker than Jaune, so why was Violet showering the boy with love, she had never acted like she was now with any of her siblings, however a thought soon came to him

Yes the boy was weak but perhaps Violet would train him and if Violet trained him then the boy would be quite powerful, he could be a replacement for Jaune and get rid of the shame his only son has brought to the Arc family

With the thought in mind, Arthur left the hospital and decided to obtain certain documents that could help bring the Arc family back from being shamed