AN: I must admit, I didn't have the courage to upload this Fanfic for the longest of times. This idea has been sitting in my head/phone/computer since October of 2013. There it stayed, until the death of a great man released it. Monty Oum died on February 1, 2015. Many, myself included, mourned and grieved but many out there gave back courage and strength. They all said the same thing: "We need to move on to carry on his dreams and the stuff he gave us". And, with newfound strength (and a slightly heavy heart), I give you the first chapter of SHLD; a RWBY-, Tales of (Series)- inspired Fanfic. Thank you for everything Monty, Rest in Paradise.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, RWBY, the Tales of Series or any other franchise. Harry Potter is property of J.K. Rowling, RWBY belongs to Rooster Teeth and the Tales of Series belongs to Bandai Namco.

Disclaimer(2): Any other franchise mentioned or hinted belongs to their respected owners. Only the OC's in this story are owned by me.

A World of Modern Resolutions

Not All Heroes Are Leaders. Some Are Quite The Opposite: They Are Followers.

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The house rumbled and shook as it was repeatedly laid siege. Roars and growls pierced through the walls and made those inside shiver in fright. The very foundations of the house quivered and threatened to break with a low groan. The high and bright moon shone through the draped window, giving light to the otherwise dark house. Pieces and fragments of the house fell off and landed around the humans inside. A family of three, they were both normal and special in many ways.

The parents were Wizards and Witches, men and women sworn to protect humanity and their homes. A profession both cursed and hailed, many Witches and Wizards unfortunately didn't live past thirty, and one could count the number of active Wizards and Witches over fifty on both hands and have fingers left over. So, usually, situations like this were almost normal to them. However, they had never expected something like this to happen to them while they were home. Their child, just one years old, was much more special, for reasons not known to either child or parents.

The tall, lanky, male one cursed and look down at the his wife, who was petite and short. "The portkey isn't working. Voldemort probably set up anti-portkey wards. " He said softly, his hazel eyes filled with sorrow.

His wife gave a shaky breath and held the bundle containing their child closer to her chest. "What now?" She muttered, anguished and angered.

The man scowled. "We need to find another way out. We can give up so easily." He got off his knees and offered a hand to his wife, who just shook her head. "But there's only one way he could have known we were even here," he added with a dark scowl. He peered through the window. After scanning the area, he paled and nearly collapsed to his knees. "What? How?"

"What is it?" She asked as she got up but immediately halted her movements when the weight in her arms began shifting and crying. She peered down and tried to calm the small baby in her hands but was unsuccessful. "Oh! Harry! I'm so sorry! James! What is it? What's wrong?" Her emerald green eyes radiated with both fear and confidence, ready to face anything.

The man look down at his wife, and with a shaky voice, told her. "Prattlewicky." He muttered before the wall next to him exploded with a bellow.

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An explosion knocked him off his feet and his skull smashed against the wall. There was a loud crack and he was certain either his arm or his leg was broken. Honestly, he couldn't tell which, as his entire body felt numb. His head was swimming and his vision fuzzy. Another explosion detonated a few meters away but he couldn't find it in himself to care.

He looked down at his shaky and blurry hands. Splotches of red and brown coated his hands and forearms. He honestly didn't know if the blood was his or another's. He tried his best to wipe off the grime and dirt but he only succeeded in smearing the filth all over his arms. A sudden explosion of pain erupted from the other side of his forearm and he twisted it to find a large gash at least twelve centimeters long.

Karol looked around the the room he crashed into, hoping that he'd find Luna or some familiar face. None greeted him. He climbed to his feet, almost falling several times in the process. His left leg moved oddly and refused to bend all the way, much to Karol's frustration. There was a rumble that shook the house and the Karol fell to back down onto his bottom.

"Dang it. And I had hoped that was the last of them."

He looked out the hole. The ground burned, the sounds of fighting continued and those damn mountains-

…

What? Impossible … Where did they go?!

Closing Note: So, not the best of Fics, but I enjoyed creating it. Hope you enjoy it. Numbers out. Posted on 3/2/15. Updated 22/3/15.

AN: Renamed story to 'Monochromed World' for reasons.