Well, this is a new story; a plainly obvious statement on my part.
Before you read the following Chapters, I would like you to read this beginning little thing. To add Context to the Story.
In this Story Harry is not going to be the Good Guy. He's not going to be a Dark Edge Lord, wearing a black trench coat and dye his hair, or something like that. He is not a 'Dark Harry'. Almost every story with the protagonist being Dark, just makes the protagonist Cynical and Edgar the Edgy. That's not Dark, that's being a Teenager.
In the Story, everything that could go wrong, did go wrong in Harry's life. He wasn't chased and beaten almost to death by his family, he wasn't horrifically manipulated by Dumbledore. It was with the Death of one person, a massive schism in his life formed. Spoilers: in Context with the Story, Hermione dies in her first year by the Troll, that's the beginning of Harry's turn. Now if you think about it, why would that matter? In that part of the story, they barely knew one another. But here's the thing, without Hermione, Harry never learns of the Basilisk, and he doesn't have a Time Turner.
In context of the Story, This Harry was molded into a Psychopath. He has Psychopathic Tendencies and Traits. Harry isn't 'Evil' persay, he's just been twisted by the events of his life to see singular life as simple numbers. I don't want to make a mustache twirling villain, but a twisted human who wants to do good...but has a very, very bad way of doing it. I made sure to look up and have Harry's character hold several traits of a Psychopath, He has Gib and Superficial Charm, He has a Grandios Sense of Self, Pathological Need for Stimulation, He's Cunning and Manipulative, He has a Regression of Remorse, He's Callouses and has a regressionof Empathy, and He has Sexual Promiscuity.
He was molded into becoming a very twisted person, but he still has a childish goal of wanting to help people. Help them as a whole, without caring of the singular individual.
Anyway, I just wanted to add Context to Harry's Character, because this story kinda twisted. I also find it annoying when people feel the need to point out that 'Why is Harry Different?' 'Harry's an (Insert Character) Clone.' 'I don't like how you've made Harry.' Despite that fact that this is Fan Fiction and the whole point is to change things. If you want to read an accurate story with Harry Potter, read the Books.
This isn't just for this story, but for any story in Fan Fiction, for any Writer. Telling them that a character is Out of Character, when the Author is intentionally writing them out of Character…it makes me face palm. This isn't a Rant, its more of a preemptive statement. Just...just keep that in mind, okay?
On with the story.
The Moonlight in the midnight sky leered down towards the Scotland country side. It's piercing and unyielding light illuminating a vast and imposing castle. The trees surrounding the castle were curved and twisted, showing a mocking imitation of decaying insects and animals. There was silence in the night, not a chirp of a cricket or a loud cry of crows. All creating a foreboding stillness which permitted through the area.
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Three adults entered a dark and dank bathroom, the faint sound of dripping water being heard, along with the sound of weeping.
Taking a breath and steeling himself was an old man. He had a long white beard and similarly colored hair, wearing half moon-crescent glasses. He wore a long grey robe, and in his hand he wielded an ancient wand. Dumbledore stood at and focused on a sink.
At either of his sides were both Minerva and Snape. With a wave of his wand, Dumbledore forcefully overpowered the charms on the sink, creating a sound of grinding stone. Slowly the sink rose, revealing a dark stairway leading down towards only darkness.
There were no words between the three, as Dumbledore took a lead and entered the decrepit stairway. Following him, were both Snape and Minerva.
As the three entered the secret entrance, a pair of bright blue eyes watching them from the shadows. There was a light, watery chuckle from the shadow, before it vanished.
–
Walking down a long, serpent-like hallway, only dimly illuminated by half-lit wall mounted lanterns, were the three grown wizards.
Dumbledore's eyes scanned around, the cracking of bones on the ground shattering echoing through the chamber.
After minutes of walking through the long and twisting, they began to come across horrid things. The dissected and dismembered corpses of creatures. Cut up corpses of Arcomantula, of Werewolves, Thestrals, Trolls, Merpeople, Ghouls and Imps. What horrified Minerva however were two corpses, one was of one of the most gallant creatures in their world, a Unicorn. And near it, was a Centaur.
They all seemed to be taken apart, studied, gutted and left to rot afterwords. Their Hearts, glands, organs, claws, horns, and everything in between were removed.
All the corpses, the smell they created, the pure wound they created in magic. Dumbledore felt, and absorbed it all, through all of his senses. It was a compound of all that is unclean, uncanny, unwelcome, abnormal, and detestable. It was the ghoulish shade of decay, antiquity, and dissolution. And he doubted he'd ever forget such a sight.
Slowly the trio arrived at the end of the tunnel, only to enter a wide room. The statues of serpents lining the walls of the room, with the statue of Salazar Slytherin on the farthest part of the room. In the center of the room however was what grabbed their attention.
Standing in the center of the room was a young man, with messy inky black hair. His back was towards them, with his body leaning forward over an operating table.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk…Haven't your parents taught you, it's rude to sneak up on someone." Came a mocking tone of a young man, as he raised his head and slowly turned around and looked at the three wizards.
Dumbledore almost recoiled at the young man's appearance. The young man had inky black hair and very pale skin, creating a striking contrast. He had dark green eyes, which were slitted like a serpents. He had a smile on his face, revealing fang-like canines. He wore a white dress shit, which was stained in blood and black pants.
"H-Harry..." Dumbledore started in shock.
"H...H...Hel..." Came the forced and painful breaths of the person on the operating table.
Harry stared at the three wizards, before he pulled out a unique silver object from his pocket, before he held it by one end and flipped it around several times, with a blade being shown at one end. Revealing he was holding a butterfly knife.
Before the wizards could react, Harry impaled the person on the table through the eye into his brain. With a sigh, Harry ripped the blade back out of person's eye. The three wizards were completely stunned, hell Snape was frozen too.
"I told Crab, be quiet...or was he Goyle?" Harry asked out loud, as he narrowed his eyes almost shut and a wicked smile stretching across his face. "I always got those two mixed up." He commented lightly.
"H-Harry...I've...I am over a century in age...but I am...seldom at a loss of words..." Dumbledore muttered in horror.
"Really, because of him?" Harry asked incredulously, as he pointed at the corpse behind him. "Then I hate to think how you'll react to Under-brigde, or whatever her name was." He said, waving his hand off to the side. "She was bloody annoying." He admitted.
"Anyway, if you would be so kind. Would you all get out." Harry said, doing a shooing motion towards the stunned adults.
Dumbledore took staggered steps forward towards the young boy. "Tell me, please...why?" He asked. "Why did you kill him, why did you cut up, gut all these creatures? Please tell me?" He almost begged, looking almost broken. As he looked at the boy he watched grow up, now seem like some form of a twisted reminder of Voldemort.
Harry pursed his lips a bit, before he walked around the autopsy table and loomed over the corpse. "I wished to understand, and learn." He admitted uncaringly. "I've watched my parents die. I still hear their screams, their begging...a flash of green. I've watched my first friend, Hermione be crushed by a mountain troll. I've watched my second friend, Ron be eviscerated by a werewolf. I've watched his dear sister, succumb to her soul...vanishing. I've watched my Godfather, a man who only wanted to liberate me from all the was wrong with my life..." He started, as he smiled at Snape for a moment. "...Have his soul devoured by Dementors. Let's not forget the deaths of my friend in the Tournament last year." He added, before he sneered.
"I hated this weakness we all seem to share. I despised it, I despise those who have it!" Harry said with a wicked snarl. "So, I'm shedding my shackles and I gave myself eternal youth. I will live forever. And...I've become unstoppable, no one I care about will suffer the fates my family has gone through." He informed.
"You're...bloody mad." Snape stated.
Harry shrugged. "Sure I am, what's your point?" He responded. "I've had a vision. Through the deaths of all these creatures here, of all the people i've studied and learned from. I have to obtained the truest understanding of everything in the world, and the magic there in." He informed.
The three just looked at him with a plethora of emotions. "The first one to mix blue and yellow called the new color 'green'. I wanted to do something similar to that. If blue was magic, then yellow was the foci, and green was the spell. Just as there is no end to the variety of colors, there were so many thousands...tens of thousands of spells in the world as well. But in order to obtain every possible truth, it would require an eternity. Only one who understands everything after spending such time on this can be fittingly called the Ultimate Being." Harry said with a wide maniacal smile. "I will never get the short end of the stick again, anyone who would even think about challenging me...it would be laughable, it would be a sin." He informed.
"W-what do we do Albus?" Minerva questioned quietly.
Albus stared at Harry, remembering the visage of the baby he held years ago. The small innocent baby. Albus' eyes got a bit misty, as he looked at the young teen who was giving him a wide smile.
"What will you do Albus?" Harry asked, as he turned around and walked towards the mouth of Salazar. "Truth is, I knew you three were coming, a resourceful shadow gave me the heads up." He admitted, as a pair of bright blue eyes illuminated in his shadow. "You gave me enough time going through my maze to set up a little escape route." He admitted, as he hissed loudly towards the statue, causing the mouth of the statue to open up.
Inside the mouth was a swirling vortex of blackness, with a ridge of blue energy at the edge of the vortex. Snape and Minerva brandished their wands and fired off two spells towards the teen, only for them to slam and explode against a transparent shield which enveloped most of the room.
"Albus!" Snape snapped loudly, as the old wizard stared into Harry's eyes.
"...Harry...please..." Dumbledore said sadly.
Harry just smiled at him. "Please don't try and stop me Dumbledore. You who told me, that true power is forged from the desire of our hearts. This is something I must do, you know as well as I. That I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men. To achieve what I want, I need to be far, far away from this close mined civilization. I don't even know where this portal leads, well...there's a first time for everything." He said and then smirked as he closed his eyes and waved his hand. "Bye-bye." He added, before he walked backwards, into the vortex.
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The Aether, The Energy that is created, destroyed and stored in the spaces between spaces. The area, which transcends time and space, reality itself. It's in the places between realities, in-between dimensions. It is the current that flows between the worlds, while also being the wall that separates them.
For without this cosmic energy, everything would collide and cataclysmic events would create such an insurmountable disruption of balance. Complete and total annihilation would be the only logical course of action.
The Aether however is not a solid substance, it is an energy that flows through and around realities. The Aether is the flowing substance feeding and growing realities, it is the gates protecting realities from destroying one another. It is the key and the protector. The Past, the Present, and the Future, are all one within the Aether.
It is an entity like any other, and it is ready to grant those that meet it, expansive understanding and knowledge. The only price is to jump steadfast into the Aether and let it envelope you. Only then can one be granted passage into the inmost of secrets which lies behind all scenes of all reams.
It is ready, It has granted insight to twelve creatures, five of which belonged to Earth and three of which that could be considered men, or those vague resembling them.
Harry wasn't transported to any time and place, he was transported outside such a location. A location of transcendence and nothingness.
It was in such a location he gathered perspective on reality and what he needed to do in order to achieve his Dream. He held Physical Perfection and Spiritual Perfection. He hadsuch spanning power, such a status, to defeat his ultimate enemy. The enemies that remained unseen, until a Harry uncovered a startling secret about the reality he lived in, in each realty. And such information nearly drove him mad...or perhaps, he was mad.
He needed to achieve such Perfection, or all his friends, their lives, and they unjustly deaths would be a stain, a burnt memory in his mind. The path ahead, his Ambition. That, however. would be a difficult task. Armed with Abominable and unspeakable Eldritch Magic, Black Arts from his studies of Salazar's tomes, and his creations, what will he do? Will he become the psychopath the world made him into, or will he be a hero? Or perhaps, in his drive for the destruction of his oldest enemies, he'll find something far more meaningful to fight for.
What will he do? What will he do?
What will you do, Harry?
Within a pure black sea of...nothingness, a pair of emerald green eyes opened. "...Survive..." A watery voice answered.
–Remnant, Forever Fall-
Miles away from a spanning train track, there were several detached cars of a train, with a single being, a person walking away.
The person was a tall man with red and brown colored hair what was swept back. Obscuring the most of his face, was a white mask which had red-designs imprinted upon it. In his hands he was holding a brandished red chokutō with a black sheath.
Adam walked along a small passage by himself, his head lowered in thought as to what happened hours ago. His partner, the girl he trained and who he assumed cared about him; deserted him. She deserted her cause, his cause.
There was a sound, of air moving and being vacuumed into an area, drawing Adam's attention. He turned and looked into the shadows of the forest and noticed a bluish light, which vanished after a moment.
"What the..." Adam started, as he went to investigate.
He was stopped however, when he heard the sound of a jet engine. Adam quickly turned around and in the air, he saw a VTOL-aircraft hovering in the sky. The Atlesian Gunship lowered a bit, as it's rear opened up and several armored men dropped out, following them was a middle-aged man wearing a more elaborate attire wielding a long sword.
Adam narrowed his eyes at the approaching Atlesian men, but his focus was on the elaborate dressed long-sword wielder. 'A Huntsman.' He thought, as he adjusted his posture, while the VTOL flew off.
"White Fang, do you know who that train belonged to?" The Huntsman questioned.
"A fat conglomerate, who sells dust to those who have mountains of dust already. There are hundreds upon thousands of people, underground and in the dark, who could use those supplies. Because they are the ones actually fighting the Grimm, we are the ones fighting criminals. While you and your kind, accumulate dust, sew it into your clothes, wear it like trophies, while people are dying by the dozens every day who could've used it." Adam spoke, as he leveled his sword at the Huntsman.
"...I know exactly what I did." Adam said in a serious voice.
"Unfortunately, your White Fang's acts of heroism are unappreciated. And the head of the Schnee Family has paid me a pretty penny to take you out." One of the leading members of the strike force informed.
Adam narrowed his eyes behind his mask as he scanned the Huntsman. The Huntsman seemed to pull up a black hood and covered his face, revealing the hood had an iron helm in at front, composed of black iron bars.
"I've heard of you...hmhm...hehe..." Adam chuckled to himself. "...To think they would send a monster, to kill a hero." He commented. "The Mad Hunter." He added.
"The Mad Hunter...I never really liked that name, I'm James. Not that you'd live long enough to remember it." The Mad Hunter admitted, as he grasped the hilt of the long sword with both of his hands and then extended the weapon, causing the small hilt to open into a long metal pole with the sword turning at an angle, forming a War Pick.
The Mad Hunter took a step back, as the Atlesian soldiers brandished automatic rifles and shock batons. "Kill him." He instructed.
Thunderous fire erupted from several Atlesian soldiers, as they unleashed a hail of bullets, which Adam reflexively blocked with his sword. However as agile as he was, he couldn't place his sword in multiple places as once, several small bursts of blood burst from his legs and arms, as metal projectiles tore through his clothing and skin.
As the gun wielders pulled back, the baton wielding soldiers charged forward all at once and attacked. Adam blocked the strike of one baton, which electrified the blade. Only for Adam to grimace in pain, as a baton hit him in the back.
"Rr-agh!" Adam snapped, as he turned and slashed the exposed neck of a soldier, and then pivoted and impaled a man through the chest.
Adam grimaced again, as two shocks ran through his body. He ripped the blade out of the soldier and slashed upwards from the stomach to the shoulder of another soldier. Blood burst from the wounds of both combatants.
The tall White Fang member sheathed his sword, and fired as he spun, releasing the red blade of his sword at high-velocity, decapitating all the men around him. Adam stood with his sword extended to the side, and after a moment, the heads of all the men surrounding him rolled off, before they collapsed with blood pooling from their head-less necks.
The Mad Hunter looked at Adam, before he motioned towards his troops. "Don't just stand there, fire!" He ordered.
The second hail of bullets erupted from their weaponry, only for Adam to vanish in a flicker. One of the gun wielders released a gasp of shock and pain, as a red blade protruded from her back. Adam pulled the soldier close to him, as he used her body as a shield to take the brunt of the bullets.
After a moment, he pulled his blade from the soldier and narrowed his eyes when a red crystal was thrown to the ground. The Mad Hunter had brandished a sleek silver revolver pistol with glowing blue bullets in the chamber, which was leveled right at the ground.
Adam didn't have enough time to react, as the Dust Chunk exploded violently and hurled the Faunus back and slammed him into a tree. Smoke and cinders seared on the ends of his coat and he grunted in pain, as he watched the towering presence of the Mad Hunter loom over him, behind the Huntsman were several armed soldiers.
The Mad Hunter raised his War Pike upwards, over his head and was ready to impale the Faunus through the skull with the pointed blade. Out of the corner of his eyes, Adam noticed something approach from the shadows of the forest.
"Hmhmhm, my oh my. It seems, no matter where I go; conflict always persists." Came a smooth, dark and accented voice. Harry exited the foliage with a blood stained shirt and black pant. His serpent slitted eyes served the situation. "Like a festering cell, growing and expanding, towards it's own annihilation." He added, as he smiled and revealed his pointed canines, and he stuck his tongue out revealing it was a bit longer than a normal tongue and elongated like a serpents.
"Another Faunus..." The Mad Hunter commented. "...Reinforcements." He said with a scowl behind his helm.
"Me?" Harry asked, as he put a hand bashfully to his chest. "I'm but a weary traveler, and I think..." He trailed off, as his eyes landed on Adam. "...I've found my way." He admitted.
"Cute, kill him." The Mad Hunter instructed, causing the gun wielding warriors to level their weapons at Harry and fired.
There was a faint crack and Harry was standing in front of the soldiers and put his hand on the leader's chest. "Kor-Maroth(Eclipse-Shadow)" He spoke, before he vanished again and he appeared behind the armored troopers.
"W-wha..." The Leader spoke, as he looked down at his chest and saw an Eldritch Rune was glowing bright amber on the armor. Before the Rune darkened to a pitch black and shrunk down to the size of a pea.
The Leader froze as an ambient light radiated from around him, or in actual case the only visible light visible around around the leader was a violet-red. There was a great distortion in gravity, as the leader soldier was crushed and torn and condensed into a molecular size. The Micro-Black hole remained floating in the same space, as the surrounding armed soldiers were lifted into the air and drawn into the Black Hole, before they were crushed into nothing.
Harry stared at the Mad Hunter, with the glowing violet-red black hole behind him exploding in a gravitational distortion. "Kill me?" He asked, as he looked at the War Pike wielder.
"I guess I'll have to do things myself." The Mad Hunter commented.
"I guess you do." Harry said with a smile.
"You White Fang members are all the same, obsessed with killing, obsessed with chaos. You are all trapped in Darkness, and it takes a willing combatant to...enlighten you." The Mad Hunter admitted.
Harry just continued to smile. "Darkness?" He asked curiously, as he inclined his head. "When everything that you know and love is taken away from you so harshly. All you can think about is anger, hatred and even revenge. And no one can save you…" He said, causing Adam to raise his head and focus solely on Harry.
The Sorcerer remained staring at the Mad Hunter, causing the man to look unsure and take a step back. "That is Darkness, and I...well, I am it's instrument." He said, as he raised a hand up to his left up and put a finger underneath his eye-lid and pulled a bit of his skin down. His tongue poked out of his mouth and it flickered about like a snake's.
"Enough talk!" The Mad Hunter snapped, as he raised his War Pike up and slammed it down.
Harry quick stepped back, evading the blade from impaling him. The Mad King retracted the long pole of the War Pike and it was replaced with it's Long-Sword form and he turned, lunged to attack the Sorcerer.
Quickly, Harry leaned back, letting the blade pass over his body before he turned and grabbed a hold of the man's wrist. Harry stood at the Mad Hunter's side and drove a fist into the man's chest, while holding him in place. "Fuyu Kou (Winter's Howl)" He spoke, as permafrost formed on his hands.
Ice began to form along The Mad Hunter's arm and the side of his chest. Harry slammed the side of his foot into the back of the Mad Hunter's knee, forcing him to take a kneeling position. The Sorcerer almost without a thought, put his permafrost encased hand to the side of the Mad Hunter's head.
"Argh!" The Mad Hunter screamed in pain, as ice began to form through his helm and against his head.
The Mad Hunter used his free arm to brandish his silver revolver and level it to the side, right at Harry. "Shit!" Harry said loudly, as he released the Huntsman and lunged back and crouched down, as several loud bangs came from the gun.
Harry crouched down, close to the ground on all fours, as his long tongue flickered around. "Hmhmhm..." He chuckled as he retracted his tongue. Reveling in the trill of life-and death situations, loving how he toyed with his prey.
The Mad Hunter focused on Harry, one of his arms, part of his head and part of his chest encased in growing ice. "Control Ice and Create Gravity Spheres...two Semblances." He commented.
Harry arched his back, as he stood back up. "I don't know what a Semblance is, but…I have a few more abilities." He admitted, as he smiled at the man sinisterly.
"I don't care what you can do, a thousand have fallen to my blade, and you are no exception." The Mad Hunter informed.
"Who knows the end? What has risen my sink and what has sunk my rise." Harry responded casually, as the Mad Hunter charged. The ice continued to spread across the Mad Hunter's body, slowing him down immensely.
Harry held his hand out to the side and a bright blue vortex formed in the air in front of his hand. A grey hilt of a sword protruded, before Harry gripped the hilt and pulled a long sword from the vortex. The blade was bright silver with an adornment of grey cloth wrapped around the base of the blade with Eldritch Runes engraved along the spine of the blade.
The Mad Hunter had stopped for a moment, taking note of the addition to Harry. The ice continued to grow along the Mad Hunter, as it fed upon his Aura and the water in the air to continue. With a growl the Mad Hunter charged forward, transforming his long sword into a War Pike and lifted it above his head to slam it down.
Harry had a faint glow of energy form around him, before he vanished at Hyper-speeds and appeared behind the man, with his great sword extending to the side, blood trailing from the tip. The Mad Hunter stood motionless, before his body fell into two, half pieces.
There were two loud, wet-slapping sounds, as the pieces of the Mad Hunter collapsed to the ground. "Hmhm, I guess he couldn't hold himself together." Harry commented, as he placed his Great Sword back into a blue vortex.
"Argh..." Adam sounded, as he pushed himself to his feet and leaned against a tree.
Harry glanced back at looked at masked man. He didn't ask the rhetorical 'are you alright', he just moved towards the man and put a hand on his shoulder. "You don't look so well, you know any medical facilities?" He asked.
Adam grunted, as Harry put his arm over his shoulder to help support the Faunus. "I...have a camp not to far from here." He admitted.
"By yourself?" Harry asked unsure.
Adam shook his head. "No, no...I have people there. But they weren't strong enough for our mission, so I requested they stay...why...did I just say that?" He asked.
"I am preventing you from bleeding out. I'm channeling my magic into your body, inducing the healing process. In a spiritual sense, you don't see me as an enemy, your also not in excruciating pain. I could stop." Harry offered.
"…It's...it's fine. I trust a Faunus." Adam admitted.
"I've heard that term a few times, what's a Faunus?" Harry questioned.
Adam turned and looked at Harry. "It's what you are, it's what I am. We...the Faunus are a race of individuals with additions, with abilities and traits that take on animalistic qualities." He explained.
"Right...excuse my ignorance. I'm new around here." Harry responded. "Those guys, what was their problem?" He asked.
Adam growled and he shook his head. "Stupid humans, they take and take. We've been under their iron thumb since the beginning. While our...enslavement, has ended in the recent centuries; they still mistreat us." He stated. "They keep and horde Dust, a valuable material that we could use to protect ourselves from the creatures of Grimm, but they let us die away. And if not die away, they have us work and mine the Dust, which we aren't allowed to use. And that's the tip of the iceberg." Adam informed.
"It seems like the Faunus get the low end of the stick." Harry commented.
"We always get it. So I joined the White Fang, we're a group…and we aim to show Humanity they're wrong. They always saw our kind as monsters, so...I had a thought. They try so hard to convince us and themselves that we're monsters. So, let's just show them how monstrous we can be." Adam explained.
"An interesting idea." Harry replied, as the two were walking down a narrow path.
"...I'm...not to sure." Adam admitted, as he put his free hand up to his face and adjusted his mask. "My partner...she understood, or at least. I thought she did. She and I, we were going to change the world...and because of her, my mission failed, I failed. And my people, the White Fang; we're going to be without any decent military might now. All because I didn't see it coming. Argh..." He sounded in pain, as he pulled back from Harry and limped to the side as he gripped his Wilt and Blush, using the sheath to support himself.
"All because I didn't see her turning on me, on our cause! Now hundreds, thousand of us are going to be killed by the Grimm!" He snapped, as he slashed at a tree, only to stumble back.
Adam fell on his rear and grimaced in pain, as he gripped the hilt of his weapon tightly. "Why...did she leave?" He asked, as he looked up towards Harry. The Sorcerer looked down towards Adam and inclined his head to the side, before he crouched down to his level.
"I thought, I could support the Faunus on my shoulders. I thought I could support the White Fang; that I could be the monster, so no one else had to be. I thought, if I remained in the darkness, if I was the sinner of the White Fang. No one else would have to, no one else should. But now…I wanted to hold everyone up, but..." He trailed off.
"No one's holding you up." Harry said, looking at the Faunus with sympathy.
"I thought she was the one person who understood me, but...I guess, I didn't even know her." Adam admitted. "What's the point then? I thought I had a purpose with Blake. I was born for this, I was made with the purpose of liberating the Faunus and punishing Humanity. That was my purpose...with her." He said quietly. "Maybe now….I have none." He added.
"You know, there probably isn't any meaning to life. But I think, you can find something interesting to do while you're alive. Like how you came across your desire for your people. Like how I have found you." Harry said, as he put a hand on the man's shoulder.
"I have an ambition too. I want to become strong, immensely so. And I want a family, I family I can protect with all my power. You...Faunus, you lot look like you could use a hand. And I'm willing to help you, if you help me. You say you wish for support, I'll support you. I just need resources and time, and I promise you. You won't stand alone." Harry said with a smile.
Adam glanced down, as he gritted his teeth in pain. Harry placed a hand to the man's chest and passively healed him.
"I believe you can do this, guy. When there is true desire in the heart and that desire is strong enough. That is when you find real strength that even you didn't know you had." Harry informed, causing the White Fang member to slowly look back up at him. His lips twitched and he faintly smiled, a smile he hadn't had in a long time.
"Adam." The masked Faunus informed.
"Pardon?" Harry responded.
"My name, it's Adam Taurus." Adam explained.
"You can call me Harry, Harry Black." Harry replied with a smile, using his Godfather's last name, in memory of Sirius Black.
Adam nodded, as he exhaled and leaned his head back. "I...I can walk. My camps not to far away." He informed, as he went to stand up, only for nearly fall.
Harry caught him and helped him stand. "You can barely walk, actually. And when we get to your camp, I'll help with these wounds." He informed seriously, getting a soft chuckle from the man.
"...Welcome to the White Fang." Adam inaugurated.
–
Weeks Later- Shinobi Realm, the Desolate Battlefield, remnants of the Fourth Great Shinobi War
The sound of heavy and wet breathing could be heard, as a man laid on the wasteland of a landscape. The man had blood coming out of his back and chest, as he laid on the ground motionless. Long black hair sprawled out against the stone ground. Blood came from his mouth, and he stared upwards with dulled, Sharingan Eyes.
Madara laid, having been betrayed by what he believed to be his will, Zetsu. He stared up, feeling the abyssal coldness of death, ever so gently reaching out towards his heart. Ready to take him, take him to the nothingness and hell he was so destined to end up. In his mind, at the least held such dark thoughts.
He took a long breath, however; just as he exhaled, everything went black. Not his vision, not his consciousness. Everything around him blackened, as time itself seemed to come to a stand still.
Madara's breathing became a bit more erratic, as he heard the sound of loud footsteps, in the ever present stillness.
"Rise and shine, my friend..." A calm, cool, accented voice commented. "...Rise and shine." He finished, as a young man wearing a dark attire stood over Madara's body. His inky black hair more predominant compared to Madara's own. His dark green serpent-slitted eyes bore into Madara's Sharingan. "My oh my, the Great Madara Uchiha, I've heard so much about you." Harry commented.
"You...are the Shinigami?" Madara asked calmly, despite his wounded and dying state. He was not going to show emotion to the Reaper.
Harry blinked a few times in surprise. "Shinigami? I am no Grim Reaper." He admitted, as he put a hand to his chest bashfully. "I am Human, just like you are." He admitted, as he glanced around and looked at the surrounding darkness. "You're probably confused, being in the black abyss I pulled you into." He stated.
"I simply just stopped the passage of time; with no moving time, light can't travel. Everything is frozen, except you and me." Harry stated. Madara closed his eyes and rested his head on the ground. "I am Harry, you don't know me. I know, but...i do know you." He admitted, as he knelt down and put his hand on Madara's chest.
"You lost everything, your family...your friends, your home, your life, your dream…you have nothing..." Harry admitted, causing Madara to open his eyes and look back at the Sorcerer.
There was no raised voice, there was no sudden reaction, or even a violent flare of tempers. Madara just looked at the Sorcerer, almost as if to say 'I already know this'. "Such isolation, such pain...I understand. Having a...similar past myself." He admitted.
Madara just continued to stare at Harry. "And that makes us, connected?" The Uchiha questioned, not at all interested in the Sorcerer's tales.
"Not at all, actually. However, we both know that it's our pasts that forge our future. Everything we do, is influenced by the past. We can't change what happened to us, we can only make sure that it won't happen to others." Harry elaborated.
Harry's previous statement didn't get much of a reaction...but what he just said, caused the Uchiha to smile faintly. "…You do...understand than." Madara muttered, as he took a breath and closed his eyes and nodded slightly. "My dream...was to...unite everyone. They wouldn't do it themselves...humans can't. So…someone had to be the impetuous...someone had to make them...even if they didn't want it...in the end, it was what was going to save them." He informed.
"However, you only wanted to make an illusion. An abstraction of the world, nothing tangible, nothing real." Harry stated. "Madara, what if I told you, I know how to truly and permanently create peace in your world? What if I told you, I have the knowledge to get such a goal, to bring your dream to fruition?" Harry asked.
Madara exhaled, a painful look crossed his face for a moment. "I would laugh...I would laugh at the idea of a child...holding such a secret." He responded.
"Than I guess I'm a comedian then." Harry admitted, as a green glow formed around his hand, as he pressed it against Madara's chest. The Uchiha's blood began to retreat back, coalescing back in the man's body. The hole in his chest began to slowly close up. "I have knowledge and I will help you achieve your dream in this world, as I have a similar dream in mine." He informed.
"I'm saving your life, Madara. There is no do overs, second-guessing. I'm going to bring you back, and you're going to help me, help you. I'm going to place several restriction seals on your body, I'm sealing back your Rinnegan, Wood Release and your Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan, not permanently. They'll only unseal, the moment I give permission for such an event." Harry stated, as a large, black unique circle formed around Madara's chest, with three smaller circles within.
Madara gasped, as he felt his power being sealed away. It wasn't gone, he still felt it there. But he felt a block to it. "I am going to need your help, Madara. I truly am. The monsters we're going to face, will challenge you, they may even kill you. I could ask you to join me, and you could refuse, in which case I'd let you die. But; I respect you. So rather than offer you the illusion of a free choice. I have taken the liberty of choosing for you." Harry admitted, casting his Eldritch Magic.
"You're mind will be the same, your body, your soul, your Sharingan, everything you are won't change. You'll just have to answer to me, understand? I saved your life...so that makes it mine." Harry stated. "Follow me, and you can save your world. Follow me, and you can achieve your dream. Follow me, and when you save this world, you can bring Hashirama back...and truly show him, that you can kick his ass." He offered. "...All I need…is for you to accept, your life is mine." Harry said.
Madara leaned his head back, his breathing becoming a bit more clearer. He lost his dream, his dream was crushed, torn to pieces and thrown into a cavern. His body, destroyed. The Ultimate Power of the Sage of Six Paths, gone. Now...he had way to get it all back. "…I accept." He admitted, causing Harry to form a wicked grin, as the duo were enveloped in a flash of green energy.
–Elsewhere, Hollow Realm, Hueco Mundo
Within the confines of the massive dome of Los Noches, there was a long crimson blood trail, as a single occupant was crawling along the bright dust landscape. There were dozens of distant battles, raging Spiritual Bodies clashing with another, massive craters forming in the ground, and holes forming on the top of the dome.
Crawling away from the battles, well to be more specific, dragging himself away by one hand, was a young man. He had bright blue hair and marking around his blue eyes, and had a jaw-like bone-mask around his chin. His body was covered in cuts, with a massive gash running along his back and chest, revealing bone, curtest of Nnotira.
Grimmjow crawled along the sandy terrain of Las Noches, blood practically pouring out of every pore of his body.
"Damn Ichigo, Damn Nnotira, Damn Aizen...Damn Ulquiorra...all a bunch of fucking...fucking...Ulquiorra?" Grimmjow muttered in an almost delirious state, as he saw a young man sitting in front of him, inky black hair and dark green slitted eyes.
"Not technically, no. I'm not Ulquiorra. You could say he's an alternate version of me...or I'm an alternate version of him. I'm Harry." The Sorcerer said with a polite smile.
Grimmjow stopped dragging himself across the sand and pushed himself up, and supported his weight on one arm. "I...I don't give a damn who you are, you're in my way!" Grimmjow snapped.
Harry narrowed his eyes into faint slits and a wide smile stretched across his face. "Grimmjow, I don't think you quite understand. I am not in your way...I am your way." He stated.
Grimmjow gritted his teeth, grinding his teeth so hard, blood was coming from his gums. He was so angry at everyone looking down at him, and now, this apparent nothing was mocking him.
"It's time to get up, Grimmjow." Harry said, as the area around them bled into an almost endless abyss of blackness. Grimmjow's eyes darted around, only to see the interpretable blackness of...nothingness, of non existence. "Not to imply, Grimmjow that you've been resting on the job; no one's more deserving of a rest, then you. Constant hardships, everyone looking down on you, everyone assuming you're weak. It's such a tragic tale of a king, a king who's been dethroned and locked out of his castle...don't you agree?" He asked, causing Grimmjow to stare at the Sorcerer.
"Do you know why you always lose? Why, no matter how much stronger you are than your enemy, you end up on the receiving end of an attack, losing your pride, losing your arm...losing your title?" Harry asked curiously.
Grimmjow stared at Harry, blood oozing from his mouth. The Hollow glanced down for a moment, before he looked back at Harry. "...Why?" He questioned in a quiet tone.
"You lack focus. You have so much strength, so much power. But where are you aiming it?" Harry questioned. "You aim it at your allies, you aim it at your subordinates, your superiors, your commander, your enemies...and yourself. You attack everything, you're like a rabid animal; you have so much strength. But due to your limited capacity, all that strength, means nothing. Raw strength is nothing compared to the power of one's will." He explained.
"You're will, is so spread out and so diluted. You're anger and power, you have a primal form of strength. But it's held back by your diluted will." Harry stated, causing Grimmjow to scowl. "You're past as a Hollow, looked down on for your size; it formed walls around your mind, your spirit. To some, walls are placed and others...walls are destroyed. Some changes of the mind can make one powerless…or some, powerful." He stated, as he inclined his head at Grimmjow.
"You attack, but you're already defeated. You kill, but you're already dead. You walk, but you're already crippled. The reason you're so weak, that you're perceived as weak, is because you won't give up this facade. You surrendered yourself, you're a slave to your own ideals." Harry elaborated.
Grimmjow slowly looked down, as he dug his fingers into the sand. "How…how do I get stronger?" He asked, looking back at Harry.
It was at that moment, Harry gave Grimmjow a smile, not a condescending one he's always received from everyone he's ever met. But a….genuine smile. "The fact that you asked that means, you're already on a road to getting stronger. Come with me, fight for me. Aizen disposed of you the moment you showed initiative on his behalf, your allies stabbed you in the back, and Ichigo will defeat Aizen. You're story ends here, Grimmjow. Come with me, and let me focus your will, let me be the one who directs your powerful strength and change the world. Let me heal you, and let me own you." Harry offered, as he held out a hand towards the Hollow.
Grimmjow stared at the hand, most of his blood gone, most of his limbs numb. A chilling and foreboding coldness running up his spin.
"I'm going to create a Homunculi for you, a body for your soul to live in. You'll be able to destroy as much of the living world as I want, to your desire of course. All I need, is for your consent." Harry stated, he could do two things with his magic, he could form a magical-bond with Grimmjow, like he did with Madara. Or he could mind-break the guy, and have an instinctual fighter. Harry was opting for a more, 'thinking' ally at the moment.
"...As long as I get to kill and get stronger, and fight people, I don't care what happens." Grimmjow admitted, as he reached out with his free hand and clasped it around Harry's, before the duo were enveloped in a flash of green light, with Harry forming a wicked smile on his face.
–A Few Days Later, Remnant 'White Fang Camp'
Standing in a small enclosure was a small group of people; one of them was masked.
One of the group members was a young man with inky black hair and dark green eyes, with serpent-like slits. He was tall and thin, and he held sharp features, giving him a skeletal appearance. He seemed to have the appearance of a man in his late teens, going into early twenties. He wore a simple black suit and a white shirt underneath, he also wore black shoes and black gloves, with a black flat-rimmed bowler hat, pushing his untidy hair downwards.
Standing next to him, was a man who was a few inches shorter than the previous man. He had fair skin and spiky, long black hair which had a faint blue tint to it, with his shoulder-length bangs framing the sides of his face, covering most of his right eye. He looked fairly young, but the prominent creases around his eyes, gve away a tone of age. He wore crimson armor with numerous metal plates, forming protective gaurds along his chest, waist, shoulders and thighs. Underneath the armor, he wore a light dark blue, high-collars, long sleeved mantle, with simple pants and sandals.
Sitting on a metal crate, not to far away was a tall and muscular man with light blue spiky hair and light blue eyes, with green lines below them. He wore a white hakama, a black sash and a ragged white jacket with an upturned collar, with the lining of the jacket black. His sleeves were rolled up, and his jacket was open, exposing his rather muscular chest. Along with that, he wore black boots and he had a light blue sheathed sword at his side.
Within the shadows, was a silhouette of a petite girl, with flowing curly hair. Not to far from Harry, was the masked Adam, of the White Fang.
Adam cast unsure glances as Madara and Grimmjow, finding their presence to be unsettling. The presence of 'humans' in his mind…If he only knew.
"So boss, why the fuck are we all standing around? I sure as shit hope we don't start a damned circle-jerk of how awesome we are!" Grimmjow said with a wide grin, as he held a hand out towards Madara. "Fucking, right up here man!" He said confidently.
Madara had his eyes closed and his arms crossed. "Please lower your hand...you're embarrassing us." He said dully.
Grimmjow's eye twitched, as he slapped his own hand. "I can agree, we're all fucking bad-ass. Fucking dick." He insulted, something Madara had no response too, not like he was going to anyway. That was beneath him.
"I'm sure you're all interested to know why you're here..." Harry said, as he looked around and smiled at his growing family. "…Friends, Family. I know some of you are interested in the enemies I'm going to challenge." He admitted. "Well, you three are unaware, but she isn't." Harry said, motioning towards Adam, Madara and Grimmjow, before pointing towards the girl silhouette in the shadows.
"Yeah, daddy!" A cute voice answered happily.
Madara didn't react, but Grimmjow glanced back and squinted, only to see nothing in the shadows, but the silhouette. "That's fucking weird." He commented.
"Anyway, back on me." Harry said, as he held a hand up, the sleeve to his suit pulling back, revealing a trio-set of jewelery on his left hand/arm.
On his wrist was a bracelet and his middle and ring finger, was a set of jewelry. The Eldritch symbols adorned a shield crested leather bracelet. On his middle finger was a relatively normal ring, compared to the next ring. This ring had a thin grey metal band, with a rather strange jewel on the top. It was of a dark murky green and almost yellow eye, with a bright white serpent-slit. The second ring was...strange, it looked like taloned bird-like hand grasping a red stone.
His bracelet was a Dragon-Hide Leather, which had a series of circular 'shields' woven into the material. The 'shields' were created out of a unique synthetic diamond material, with Eldritch Sigils imprinted upon them. His middle finger ring was an alloy of Palladium and Platinum, with the jewel in it's center being a crystallized form of a Basilisk's eye. The second ring was a transmutated claw of a Phoenix's talon, more specifically Fawkes', with a small fragment of the Philosopher's stone imbedded into it.
They were his foci for magic, retiring his wand, so he could cast more...Eldritch Magics.
"Tell me, what do you know of God, or Gods, those who created the worlds you lived in?" Harry asked.
Grimmjow shrugged. "All I know is that some guy named the Soul King ruled over the Shinigami and shit. But the rest, I don't care." He admitted.
"I've studied many religions, many philosophies. None have resonated with me." Madara admitted.
Harry nodded. "Was it because of how they made you feel?" He asked curiously. "Did you always feel empty, all those answers and yet; you only get more and more questions?" He added.
Madara opened his eyes, revealing his three tomeo'd Sharingan and he idly nodded. "Most of the tomes I read, always seemed unsatisfying. But I suppose that's the reason, to keep people wanting. Always wanting more." He surmised.
"Wanting, for the unknown." Harry commented, as he glanced up towards the shattered moon in the sky. "The strongest and oldest emotion in the Human Race, is fear. And one the strongest and oldest fears, is of the unknown. We, actively try to find the answers because we're scared of all the things that it could be." He explained. "We are constantly trying to find the concrete, while we're only being sold the abstraction." He stated.
"...That's deep man." Grimmjow commented, causing Adam to reluctantly nod in agreement to the 'human' comment.
"I suppose, the reason you're bringing up such philosophical discussions. Is because you have some form of an alternative." Madara suggested, his eyes slowly spinning, as they remained focused on Harry.
Harry slowly exhaled, the temperature around them dropping, as the vapor of his breath was visible. "Before there was time, before the was anything. Space, Regression, Expansion, Concepts, Physics; all that there was, was nothing." He informed, as the area around them bled to blackness. They saw the abyssal darkness of non existence, of nothingness.
Harry seemed to vanished, while Grimmjow, Madara and Adam could see each other. "And before there was nothing...there were horrid monsters." He explained, his voice now an multi-layered tone to the trio.
The world around the three returned, with them standing not on Remnant but someplace far sinister. They stood on a panning black rock which spread across the horizon. The sky was a bright burnt orange, with a bright glowing blue and white sphere in the sky. The sphere crackling and forming arcs with white-blue light.
"Whoa..." Adam muttered, looking at the marvelous sight. However his attention was drawn onto something much more terrifying.
In the sky, drifted a colossal being of inhuman and unremarkable uniqueness. It held the shape of some form of crustacean, a cuttlefish. Underneath it, hung long and writhing tendrils. It's mouth was filled with pointed sharp teeth, akin to a Barracuda. It had dozens of glowing orange eyes, with orange bio-luminescent lights along it's spin, while it 'swam' through the sky.
Grimmjow felt a primal fear spark through his body, watching the kilometer long monstrosity swim through the sky. He didn't know why he was afraid, he knew he shouldn't be. But...something deep within his psyche was screaming at him to avoid that creature. Madara had tensed, looking at the creature, similar instinctual response flooding his flight-or-flight reaction. Adam was visible sweating, looking at the monster.
The ground vibrated behind them, causing the trio to turn. "Oh fucking hell…." Grimmjow muttered.
Standing right behind them, was a creature hundreds of meters tall, the size of a large building structure. The creature was more or less arachnoid in appearance, with eight arms and a lean, almost stick-like body with ah opening in it's chest. It had six clawed fingers on each hand, two of each displaying a glowing light on the palm, and it's legs are hunched and bent like a reptile. It's head, along with it's size, is what terrified the girls most. It's head consisted of an almond shaped organic cage containing a brain, which was host to a dozen large lid-less yellow eyes.
The fear inducing monster seemed to disregard the fighters, as it stood up at full height and writhed, the eyes in it's cage-like head bulging outwards. The sound of methodical clicking grabbed the trio's attentions again, causing them to turn.
In the distance, a tentacled beast-like creature made of exposed flesh and bone. It was far smaller in size compared to the last creatures. It's head was a gaping black maw, with no visible eyes, nose, mouth; with dozens of black tendrils flowing like a mane off the back of it's head. Protruding from it's back, was another set of tendrils.
"The Aether is a twisted form of energy, before it was used to separate realities. It gave birth to horrendous abominations that cared little, but for the need of domination and destruction." Harry's voice explained.
"However, as these mindless beings evolved, so did their minds...and their motives. In that time, however; a group of similar thinking beings formed a coalition...calling themselves the Keepers." Harry's voice informed, as a group of human shaped and sized creatures flowed out from the black colored ground.
"They tapped into the power of the Aether..." Harry said, as one of the cloaked creatures held it's tendril-arms out and formed a golden sphere, from the orange space and bright white-blue orb in arcing energy in the sky. "…And used it's awesome power to form the only the thing that could be used to fully contain and utilize the Aether, they created the Astoth Arbzorark, the All-Key. These Keepers, dissolved and absorbed the immeasurable amount of monsters." He said, as the group watched all of the horrid abominations turn into orange energy, and be absorbed into the a golden sphere.
"With the monsters gone, all that was left was pure-power, imagination, and unlimited time." Harry said, as the Keepers began to manipulate Aether and they started creating things. "They began to create...everything; Time, Space, worlds, galaxies, dozens-hundreds of universes, realities." He continued, as the visage of a Keeper holding a glowing golden sphere and a black book with Eldritch Symbols imprinted upon the cover. The pages turned automatically, with words burning into place by Aethereal energy.
Slowly the image bled back, as the group was standing in the White Fang Camp again. "They created everything, everything known, everything that there is, was and will be." He finished.
Madara closed his eyes. "...If what you say is true, and I have no reason to not believe you. You posses the ability to seemingly transverse worlds. There must be some bases in the words you say. And if they are true, if these Keepers as you call them, did create everything…everything good in the world..." He trailed.
"...They created all the bad things too." Adam muttered, causing Madara to faintly nod.
"Everything in their book, in the Kronorium, as it is written, so it shall be. You're dream was made, to fail. You're world, was created, to destroy itself. Grimmjow...these people made you weak. Adam, these people, make the Faunus be in such a sorry state that they're in." Harry stated. "The Keepers have the means to change the world for the better, they make everything at least a bit better. I understand that they're is always going to be bad, always going to be conflict. But...I am tired of constantly getting thrown down, losing everything...because of 'fate'." Harry informed, as he turned and glared up at the moon.
"I am tired of these creatures messing with me life, and I sure as hell am not letting them ruin more lives. I am an outside in this reality, so are you Madara, Grimmjow; and my creations. Everything we do, every action we take, will cause chaos. And the more chaos we create, the more we break the flow of this reality...a Keeper is bound to come." Harry stated, as he stared up at the sky.
"That Keeper might so happen to have one of those two items, the All-Key, or the Kronorium. If not, I don't care how many hundreds or thousands, or Millions or Billions of people try to stop me! Anyone who's there...standing in my way, will be destroyed. Until I get what I want. If this world won't give me enough Keepers, we'll go to a larger world. But now, we need to get a footing. We need to start slow…I'm not interested in destroying a planet." Harry admitted, as he smiled fully. "And I know where to started first...Beacon Academy…" He stated, before he turned and looked at Adam.
"Your partner betrayed you; her family still lives in luxury correct?" He asked curiously.
Adam nodded curtly. "...Ghira Belladonna, a former leader of the White Fang." He admitted.
"White Fang, I like that name." Grimmjow commented with a fanged grin.
"Yes, yes…so, Ghira...he's in the way of you becoming the leader of the White Fang?" Harry questioned, as he formulated a plan to use the White Fang to his own purposes.
Adam glanced off the side and frowned. "A sizable portion of the White Fang still follow Ghira, even if Sienna is the head of the organization. The rest follow her and her ideals. If I am to gain control of the White Fang, I'll need to take both of them out." He informed.
Harry stared at him for a moment. "I'll send both of my creations to take out Ghira, and he'll die. No doubt..." He trailed off, as he glanced down at his shadow, as a pair of bright blue eyes looked right back up at him."..And I think I know how we can turn his followers into our own." He admitted, causing Adam to look at him curiously.
After a moment, Adam glanced down, as his conscious flickered in the back of his mind but his anger snuffed it out. "Blake Belladonna is a traitor, her father, Ghira Belladonna. He fathered a Traitor…I need to punish Blake; what she did was unforgivable. Killing her father should be a sufficient substitute for a moment. She left us, she let all those resources get away. We could've saved hundreds of our kind with it. She is responsible for their demise." Adam explained.
"Traitors…betraying an ideal, out of cowardice is the worst betrayal. Betrayal of yourself…" Madara commented, as he kept his eyes closed and slowly exhaled. "…Betrayal of what you stand for, it's a terrible way to fall." He admitted.
"I don't care about any of that, I just wanna start killing!" Grimmjow raved with a psychotic grin on his face.
Harry turned away from Adam and he nodded. "Don't worry Adam, things will fall into place. I'll send my Shadow...and my cute little princess out and hunt down Ghira, and having the White Fang under your control will be all the closer." He stated. 'And with you under my control...I control the White Fang.' He mused with a wicked smile, as he narrowed his eyes into faint slits and his tongue flicked out like a snake's.
This is the end of the First Chapter. I'm aware I kind introduced a lot in this first Chapter.
The first thing I want to comment on is the Keeper, All-Key, Kronorium subject. They were concepts I found interesting in the Black Ops Zombies, interconnecting storyline. I've always found Eldritch Gods and such to be a very interesting thing to write about. They're also an influence on the types of Spells he uses.
Yeah, I'm also writing this in the RWBY World, that's fairly obvious. But this story won't stay in the RWBY Universe, it will probably branch off into other realities. I mean, this story is a more unique and different version of my Sidewinder Story, so it had to be in RWBY.
I think some people have seen the parallels with Harry and two antagonists in different Series, Orochimaru and Hazama. Now while he shares many traits with them, he isn't them. Hazama does the things he does for shits and giggles, he wants chaos simply to feel others anguish. Orochimaru does what he does because he feels what he does is justified by his plans of becoming the Ultimate Being. Harry, in his eyes, believes he already is the perfect being, and can rightly fight against Gods. And when he does something, it is for a more grand purpose; unless he wants to simply mess with someone that is. He has to be a bit of a Troll, he has traits of Hazama obviously.
Some people might want to know why Harry formed a Team with Madara and Grimmjow. Madara was actually fairly interesting, I originally planned on Harry just taking the guy's eyes. But when I thought about it, One; Harry has his own set of abilities, since he plans of fighting God-Like Beings, he isn't on some low level. He is strong in his own right. Then I thought, why take Madara's eyes when you can have the guy who's like a thousand years old fighting for you? The rest was history. Grimmjow on the other hand is a Useful Idiot. Someone Harry could manipulate and get full use of the Arrancar's City-Leveling powers.
And Harry meeting Adam and joining the White Fang, I found was a funny idea. Since in almost every RWBY Fanfic, the protagonist is almost instantly tossed into Beacon and Loyal to people they don't know, on a whim. They're either falling into the Emerald Forest, or stumble upon a RWBY main character and are dragged to Beacon. I like to think this is a nice change. In the end, Harry will go to Beacon; because he needs to be there.
One final thing, There will be a lot of references to my other Harry Potter Stories, the Serpent Sorcerer/ Sorcerer Not!, Not According to Plan, the works. He has the ability to see through his alternate selves. So we may see some powerful technology, some Reapers...yeah I know, they're in four of my stories. I over use them a lot. I'm just teasing, but they'll be in the story though. And will Harry react to certain characters he knows through his alternate self...yes...yes he will.