"Hey kid, aren't you a little too young to be in a place like this?" Harry Potter looked up from his glass with a quirked brow, taking in the man who had addressed him. The speaker, offering him a wry grin, was sporting a tight leather outfit, like a biker might wear, but that wasn't what interested Harry. Even his build, thin and wiry but obviously well-balanced and toned, didn't attract nearly as much attention as the small fox ears poking up out of his sandy hair. A faunus then.

"And aren't you a little too criminal for the same?" Harry replied, amusement coloring his tone. To be honest, the newcomer didn't look too bad, although maybe a bit young himself, but there was a light in his eyes that painted him as far too mischevious, not to mention that he was a fox faunus. They were almost always up to something shifty, even if it was technically not against the law. The man didn't seem too insulted by the comment however, letting out a chuckle as he took the seat next to Harry at the bar.

"Touche." He stated, before ordering a drink. When he didn't say anything else, Harry was ready to pass the guy off as an oddity simply looking out for a kid's well-being, if only just. As his scrutiny started to slide off the man, however, he noticed a slight bulge in the tight black leather pants he was wearing. Shit.

"Don't." Harry said, all amusement gone from his voice. To his credit, the fox didn't react overtly, simply shooting a questioning look towards the kid. Harry, however, knew better. "You don't have to do this. You've probably got someone at home right? Friends, family. Go home, hug them, and break the mask. I promise, you'll thank me." At the word mask, however, the faunus's attention sharpened, and Harry's eyes carefully tracked his hand from behind the shades he was wearing as it twitched towards that damning bulge.

"Mask? i never said anything about a mask." Harry didn't need to say anything. The entire line was simply meant to slow him down, to force his brain to process the words even as the faunus went for his weapon. Too bad for him, Harry knew exactly what it was for, and was already reaching up and over his shoulders, grasping the pommel of a sword which to most observers would appear to have simply shimmered into existence. With a speed earned from long years of brutal practice, the teen whipped his blade, a massive two-pronged greatsword, out of its sheeth, slamming it down to crush the handgun his apparent enemy had attempted to draw against the bar. With a quick reversal that caused the eyes of several other patrons to widen, Harry slammed the flat of the sword into the fox's temple, rendering him unconscious. The teen didn't stop there however, instinct driving his momentum forward as he spun, meeting another sword, far slimmer and slightly curved, with his own. Its wielder, surprised by the sudden reversal, was forced to grip his pommel tightly with both hands so as not to have his weapon thrown from his grasp. Harry, however, didn't have that problem, despite his blade being far heavier, and was free to lash out with his free hand and punch the bastard right in his familiar white bone mask. Oh, that felt good.

When his opponent reeled back from the blow, Harry didn't hesitate, following with a step forwardand slicing his blade back up, once again delivering a crushing blow to his temple. The foe dropped quickly, but still Harry wasn't free, as a loud shout erupted from somewhere behind him. Smirking slightly under his shades at the utter idiocy of his attacker, Harry flicked the hand holding his weapon,making one of the blades slide around the pommel until it was protruding out the opposite side of the other. As it did so, it pulled a small cord, previously coiled up tight between the ends of the blades like a spring, out, completing the weapon's transformation into a bow. His grin widening, the teen spun, his free hand pulling back the string despite it being empty of arrows.

For a moment, Harry could have sworn he saw the White Fang's eyes narrow in confusion when he was faced with an empty bow, but perhaps it was just his imagination. What wasn't his imagination, however, was the glowing white bolt of energy he formed between his fingers, instantly taking the shape of an arrow as it knocked itself onto his bow. Thus it was with a cocky smirk that his fingers released the previously empty string, firing his ethereal arrow directly into the third opponent, who was flung back by the blast as it exploded on impact.

For a second, Harry stood still, his ears straining for any other sounds. When he heard none, however, he lowered the bow slightly, glancing around at the three downed forms around him. "Three, really? Now I feel almost insulted." The teen smirked, and was just about to revert his weapon when he was stopped by a deep, rumbling voice.

"Four, actually Potter. They were just meant to soften you up." Harry's head snapped to the side, his eyes narrowing behind their shades. He knew that voice.

"Baron? They sent you? That's not even insulting anymore. That's just pathetic. Does Taurus even want me anymore?" The teen smirked as he heard the dog faunus growl, stepping out of the shadows. Baron always did have an overdeveloped sense of drama.

"Shut it Potter. I'm not here to chat. I'm here to drag your sorry carcass back, dead or alive."

"Well, carcass kind of suggests dead, but hey, you never were good with the big words." Harry laughed as he elicited another growl from his opponent, but didn't release the tension in his muscles for a moment as he kept an eye on Baron's every movement. "Either way though, you're delusional if you think I'm going back. I'm not one of you anymore." This time, it was Baron who laughed, causing harry to narrow his eyes.

"That's what you don't understand, Potter. You'll always be one of us. You may hide it, but you can't change what you are. Whatever you do, you can't deny the truth those eyes and ears of yours paint plainly for the whole world to see." For a moment, Harry froze, but it passed before his adversary could take advantage of the momentary weakness. Then he smirked.

"What, you think i hide them to deny my heritage? To deny them?" He jerked his chin at the door that the rest of the bar's patrons had already ducked out of when the fight started. "No, I do it to hide from people like you, to hide from the white fang. Or at least, the monstrosity people like you have turned it into." That seemed to be the tipping point. With a final growl, Baron jumped forward, blades coming out of the bands on his wrists as he swiped at Harry. Harry gladly met him in the middle, flicking his weapon back to its original form in order to catch both the wrist blades in a horizontal slant. That had always been Baron's weakness, the teen knew from days long past. He was quick, yes, and packed a bloody heavy punch as Harry could now attest, but his attacks were predictable.

With a grunt, Harry shoved his opponent away, but instead of retreating as many would have, he followed Baron's path backwards, turning the push into a series of short choppy slashes that lacked power, but forced the White Fang member to scramble desperately to avoid the teen's wickedly sharp blade. Harry smirked a little at the memories of just how many times he had beaten that instinctive fear into the dog faunus. He had always been a master at turning his weapon's perceived weaknesses into strengths.

Sadly, the teen wasn't the only one who knew his opponent's style, and it wasn't long before Baron managed to duck into his guard and Harry was forced to twist quickly out of the way so as not to be impaled. Suure, he had his aura active, but there was only so much the power of his soul could do against a direct attack, and Baron kept his own weapons sharp. Harry had the scars to prove it, too. Still, the movement allowed him move back a bit, creating some space between the two. Neither were breathing very hard, as both had experienced far more brutal training spars, but each was looking at the other with a newfound respect. Damn, I've grown soft if Baron can keep up with me.

Harry had long since surpassed the dog faunus in terms of skill, but he did have to admit to himself that he had been lax recently. Either that, or Taurus must have been pushing his troops to grow. Either way, however, the teen needed to find a way to end this fight, fast. Even now he could hear the sirens in the to pull out his favorite weapon of all time: wit.

"You know Baron, i haven't had this much work since your mother." Just like he had expected, the White Fang agent suddenly froze, and a smirk crossed Harry's face.

"What did you say?" Asked the dog faunus in a tone he probably thought was terrifying. To be honest, Harry just thought it made him sound like a whimpering puppy, which was a rather amusing thought considering the man's considerable girth.

"Wasn't it obvious? I mean, she was a real animal in the sack. Now i know why everyone likes to call you a son of a bitch. It's true enough." Baron, his face apparently frozen in a state somewhere between shock and anger, suddenly threw himself at Harry with a yowl. The boy let him come for a few swipes, smiling as the attacks grew sloppier and sloppier. Baron was getting angry, and it showed. Thus, Harry just had tait until the right moment to strike. When it came, he didn't hesitate, sliding his sword in between the bastard's claws to bash him across the torso. Only Baron's aura kept him from being chopped in half right then and there, but Harry could see it flicker out of existence just before the White Fang member crashed into the far wall.

His work done, Harry glanced around the bar. For having come out of a fight, it was in surprisingly good shape. Sure, neither Harry or Baron had really gone all out, since the teen didn't want to have to pay for damages, and the White Fang probably had orders to lay low, but still. There weren't even any broken tables. Before he could complain about it however, the sounds of sirens suddenly grew sharper, bringing him back to reality. Without a second thought, the teen stalked out of the bar's backdoor, adjusting the heavy hood on his head. No need to get caught up with the authorities after all.

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So… this is a thing. I know I shouldn't even be considering this, but here it is. It just kinda wanted to be written, so here's the deal. If i get enough interest in this story, cool. I'll consider updating it every once in a while, when I'm too bored to do anything else or inspiration strikes. If not, oh well. It was a nice one shot, if a bit light on details. Also, for those of you who do want this to continue, assuming for a second that it will, should I do a preview for each of the main team that this story will be centered on? Yes, they will all be characters from Harry Potter, so you technically know them, but still. If not, don't worry. This will just be a prologue and you'll meet them all in the course of the story, since I do already know who they will be.

Anyways, that will be all for now. Don't forget to leave your opinions, and I'll see you later!