GmC : Grimms may Cry
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry potter or RWBY ...( this is multi crossover between harry potter ,RWBY and some major elements from DmC ,/ so don't flame when you see me using 'rebellion ,ebony and ivory or mentions of demons and angels)...ENJOY
CHAPTER ONE
Welcome to vale
" Green eyes snapped open and took in the surrounding area , the owner of said eyes a boy in his mid-teens with black messy hair ,that has silver streaks at the front and a dicstintive lighting bolt scar at his forehead."
" Harry stood up from the forest floor he found himself and the first thing that Harry noticed when he woke up was the odor that permeated through the air. It was a unfamiliar smell. but he couldn't put his finger on where he had encountered it before. The only thingthat he knew was that it was nasty and overpowering.
Harry opened his eyes to find the moon shining and it was broken. It was not the first time that Harry had woken up in strange places with no idea how he got there, but waking up in a forest was a first. The moon rays filtered through The trees in the forest he was and they were of a variety he had never seen before, even though he was not an expert in flora, he knew that there were no trees that were quite that purple in Great Britain or the surrounding countries. He had seen some rather interesting blue and orange ones in his time, but purple was new. Harry quickly brought his mind back on track and inspected his surroundings more thoroughly. The trees were taller than any in the forbidden forest with purple and black bark. They towered over the clearing and blocked most of the light from entering the clearing. The thick foliage that grew underneath the trees prevented him from seeing anything passed fringes of the clearing around him. A quick glance at the ground helped him identify the odor he was smelling. It was the sickly sweet scent of decaying animal flesh. . Spread out around him was the bodies of bipedal werewolf like creatures scattered throughout the clearing from indication All of them clearly dead if the smell was any indication. there was splintered trees all around . He shivered at the thought of what would have happened if he had not landed on the soft earth, but rather the unyielding broken wood . A quick check on his reserves showed him that he had never been here there.
A quick check of his magical core showed that it was severely low.
After he finished checking on his magic , harry decided to take inventory of what he still had on him , he checked his cloth ,his attire consisted of a black, 3/4-length, hooded leather jacket with red interior linings and the British Union flag sewn on the left arm he bought from a thrift shop and modified using runes to make it durable and hard like a basilisk hide , a gray tanktop, black fingerless gloves, black faded jeans,black combat boots, his sword rebellion a silver-colored longsword, its blade is long and
double-edged, with the forward-facing edge curving outward to form the guard. When it is used to attack, it leaves a white streak behind in its handguard is heavily designed with rings slanting down it and reversing at the center of the handguard. The pommel carries a round piece thatalmost resembles a face. Near the pointed out part of the handguard, there's also teeth biting into it.
Harry received rebellion on his sixteenth birthday , where he discovered his father was a demon and his mother was an angel ,As Rebellion is connected to harry's hybrid
heritage it changes to different weapons on the fly, allowing harry to use multiple weapons like arbiter a demon axe and osiris a angelic scythe .
Rebellion is linked to the glowing insignia on his back, which also flashes whenever the sword
changes to another weapon. Harry then checked on his hand guns ebony and ivory ,both guns had the same design resembling desert eagles with stylized grips twisting
into sharp points , with ebony black colored and ivory white both weapons were charmed never to run out of bullets and can never be reloded , and built for speed and accuracy they in invisible holsters at harrys back covered by his coat for easy removal, and his magically gauntlet eryx that had been melded with his fingerless gloves , they looked like disaprotionately swollen fist .
The only unknown weapon was his wand ... It was the only weapon he held when he fell through the veil at the ministry after defeating voldemort and killing him , and was then blasted into the veil by a vengeful bellatrix lestrange ,well even death didn't stop him.
he then summoned his wand with a quick accio
And his beloved Holly wand back in it's rightful that he was fully armed, he could find out wherehe had ended up after falling through the veil. His best solution would be to go find a town or small settlement that would be able to tell him where he was or at the very least tell him directions to someone who knew what Harry needed to know.
After coming up with a game plan , harry began treking through the forest slowly in a direction hoping to stumble upon civilization never noticing dozens of red eyes following him through the dark forest. After walking for hours he started to doubt that he
was going the right way, as the forest kept getting denser around him, the further he moved on. He was down to a narrow corridor where he could reach out and touch both trees on either side of the path easily.
But after all the horrible luck he had in his life, hethought that maybe he could get a break from all themayhem and just find some town somewhere andfigure out where he was without running into trouble But fate was an evil lady and Harry, her bitch. The wizard
heard a twig snap next to him and quickly spun to face where the sound came from, only to find glowing red eyes, staring at him from the darkness.
He could not make out the body of the creature in the gloom, but the red dots were over two metres off the ground, and that did not paint a hopeful picture. He gave out a small curse when he saw another pair of eyes join the first. He started to back away the way he came slowly, but the red orbs went forward the samespeed and kept following him until a patch of light fell onto the face of the beast that looked like the dead ones he saw in the clearing he woke up in and he could see what it was. Its wolf like face was covered in a white mask with red tribal markings on them both bipedal creatures stalked foward. Drool pouring out of their mouth.
They looked at each other, as if coming up with a plan to attack him , he decided to escape and ran fast ,his reserves were already painstaking low and he couldn't reduce them further.
Harry kept running using his magic to increase his speed but The monstrous wolves were fast buggers though because Harry only had a few seconds before he heard the howls of them advancing on his new position. Several more howls in the distance answered the first and Harry knew that he was in trouble.
The wolves did not attack like werewolves normally did. 'Why would they,' Harry sardonically thought. 'nothing else is going my way today. Why would I think that they would be predictable?'
The wolf like creatures had, instead of charging like the mindless beasts that he was familiar with, split up and decided to attack him on two fronts. The teen was having none of this as he executed a simple quick draw removing ebony and Ivory The wolf moved quicker than Harry thought possible of a beast it's size, but by that point it was of no consequence but the beast in front him did not even come close to moving out of the way. Before harry shot it between the eyes and the beast landed in a broken heap ,black smoke rising from the corpse ,He was surrounded by all sorts of monsters that should belong in people's nightmares and not reality ,he had fought demons on his world the ones voldemort summoned to do his bidding ,but now was not the time to get lost in thought ,Harry soon lost himself to the flow of battle. He ran
on instincts as nothing less would keep him alive. A faint crinkle behind him had him ducking the claws and fang harry shot the offending beast behind the head killing it . A breeze to his side made him bring up his guns to block an attack that would otherwise end his life. His guns was in a constant blaze that stole the life from the freaking creatures .
Even when one of the creatures exploded into a fountain of blood in front of them, they continued on.
As the fight dragged on, Harry could feel himself getting more and more tired. For every one of them he put into the ground, another two or even three filled its place and that was not even counting the bear-like creatures that were joining in. The bears, he noticed, came in two forms, big and very big. The big ones were slow moving and hard hitting. When Harry first dogded one of their attacks, he knew that he would careful not to get hit by them . The bigger ones towered over all the creatures and the single human. They stood just above three metres at the smallest. The biggest had to be an alpha because it stood at five metres. Harry was just grateful that the bear was not joining the horde in attacking him ,but harry knew it was bidding its time , harry continued running He did not know how long the fight
would last, but he hoped his magic and nephilim powers would hold out until it finished.
The grey haired man was sipping his tea as he looked out the window of his office forward towards the forest watching the moonlight playing with leaves's. After a long gulp of the heavenly liquid, he finished off the cup and put the mug away.
There were a lot of things about the man that many people knew. He was the headmaster to the prestigious Beacon academy, where wanna-be hunters and huntresses were molded into all that they could be. He was a rather calm man that loved the quiet, however he was also a rather greedy man.
Not for money or fame, but for talent. He scouted out some of the most talented people and had them go to Beacon and learn under his staff. This had the added benefit of more money for the school, however that was just a bonus. He loved seeing teenagers changing from gangly youth to proud fearsome warriors that would protect the world from the horrors of the grimm and help people who were in need. As ozpin kept looking at the forest he had the sound of gunshot in the forest , who would be at the forest at this time he decided to investigate , He set off at a moderately fast pace through the forest. What was moderately fast for him was probably equal to a aura
enhanced sprint for anyone else though, so take that as you will.
He entered the forest and immediately hopped up to the trees trying to locate where the gunshot came from. He had found early in his career that while beowolves and nevermores may haunt the trees, the annoying boarbatusks and ursas rarely ever took to the trees to hunt for prey.
A growl from his right indicated his first victim for the day. The beowolf leapt at Oz from another branch
and soon found a cane in his face. A heartbeat later,
the dust round left the barrel and the beowolf head did a vanishing act in a spray of gore. Oz had not even missed a beat to eliminate the threat. He kept branch hopping further into the forest hoping to locate the person soon ,
Oz took out and lit his dust lantern that he packed forjust the occasion, to illuminate the area and jumped the the forest floor. However he had a bad feeling because
normally when one gets so deep in the forest,
grimms are usually swarming. Hell, the last time that Ozpin and his friend Qrow went into a forest similar to the one he was in now. The amount of grimm they had to fight, left even Qrow, one of the biggest powerhouses that he had ever known exhausted. Fighting only one and getting that deep in the forest
was almost unheard of, but he was not going to look a gift horse in the mouth and question his good fortune.
The forest floor was covered in the old bones and masks of dead grimm, whether killed by each other or hunters, Oz did not know. Every step loudly crunched down on bone and still grimms were not popping out of the wood works to attack the intruder.
Oz was getting paranoid that he was going to get jumped sooner or later so he hastened his search for
the person shooting . He got further in the forest and eventually found the center after about an hour of searching.
What he found in the center of the forest shocked him deeply littered about the clearing was dead bodies of freshly killed grimm The grimms were all recently killed, however, based
on how low the blood flowed. Each bearing the
marks of being shot by a gun. The
wounds inflicted were impressive. They break the mask through
the flesh and bone at great speeds, based on how some of the looked like pin cushion . Another thing that he found was that many of the grimms that were
dead had bullet wounds only. Others however looked like they were killed using a heavy explosive. Chunks of grimm mask and head were on the forest floor ,seeping blood into surrounding area, but Oz took a
fortifying gulp of his cooling tea and trudged on down the path of death.
The trail went on...and on...and on...and on. Oz wasabout ready to scream as he had been following the carnage for almost two hours. He was a patient man.
He had to be for his line of work, but even though he was moving at a first year's pace. This was ridiculous. He was also becoming rather apprehensive about
what he was going to find at the end. The amount of grimm bodies that he had found dead on the path had increased steadily and he did not know what he would find at the end.
Oz had taken to walking on top of the corpses
because they filled up the thin path and it was easier to just hope from grimm to grimm rather than weavethrough the corpses like a demented ballerina. If anyone had saw him do that, all his credibility would go down the drain.
As he was getting ready to turn back and get back to his dust car, he heard the sounds of whimpers and growls coming from up ahead. As he got closer and
closer the sounds of the growls became more and more random. Some would start up then
immediately be silenced and others devolved into a whimper. He had heard beowolves whimper before, but rarely was it ever to a human or a faunus.
Oz slowed down and crept into the clearing at the end of the path. He quietly peered through the trees to see what was happening and for the second time that day, he was surprised at what he saw.
Standing in the middle of the clearing was a youngman. He had to be only 16 or 17 years old based on is stature. Surrounding him was a horde of dead grimm. From ursa majors to was look to be the blasted up remains of a Nevermore. Beyond that was
a bed of beowolves and ursa minors with a couple boarbatusks mixed in for flavor coated the forest floor. The earth underneath the corpses was dyed
red from all the blood and what could not be
absorbed into the soil, formed crimson puddles and
rivers that flowed into the forest.
Oz watched as the young man lethargically sidestep the beowolf that had leapt at him before tripping on his own feet. It was obvious just how exhausted hewas, by looking at the way he moved and how loosely
he held his gun. Oz was about to come to his
rescue when he saw the man do a backwards roll and swung himself back up to a standing position with enough time to shoot the grimm in the head that tore the grimm's head vertically up the middle killing it Silence pursued the battle.
Now that he had stopped moving,
Oz could get a better picture of what he looked like He could only get a rough estimate because the man was coated head to toe in blood. Whether it be the grimms or his own, Oz could not tell.
The man stood at around 6'1" give or take a couple of hair is black, with the sides of his head shaved,
forming a mohawk out of the hair at the top of hishead, tapering off into a point at the nape of his neck . he wore a black leather jacket with with red layering in the interior that ended at his knees. underneath that, he wore what would have been a grey tanktop except that it was black from all the blood soaked in it. He wore faded-black jeans and his shoes were combat boot ,His weapons also interested Ozpin. the teen held two guns the left one was white and the right one was black and it didn't look like a dust weapon but it still tore through the grimms like hot knife through butter , with all the grimm dead .
" Ozpin stepped out from behind the bushes, he was standing behind and walked into the clearing. The young man immediately noticed and turned to see him standing there. A cane in one hand and a coffee mug in another. Now that his face was upturned, Oz could see some of his most striking features. One
was his eyes, they were the clearest emerald green that he had ever seen. The second of which were his scars. One of them a small scar going across his right eyebrow to his cheek,On his forehead, above his right brow was an extremely faded lightning bolt scar that looked to have been cut into his skin. Other than that, Ozpin could barely tell that he had light tan skin because almost every inch of it was coated in the blood of the grimm.
harry looked at the dead grimms and sank to his knees , God he was tired. harry could feel the exshuation overwhelming him , the last thought he had before collapsed was that he will be pissed if he woke up in a hospital .
Ozpin watched the teen collapse on the blood soaked ground ,he came to a decision and rushed to the teenager he began administering first aid. He found that the young man had some minor injuries and that his aura was not repairing them. Oz guessed that the man was suffering from aura exhaustion and
quickly bandaged the wounds. Aura exhaustion was not the most fatal conditions, but it would be a couple days before he could move again. The older man wished that he had an aura scanner on him.
They were rare and restricted, but they were withouta doubt, one of the best medical tools he had. It could measure the amount of aura one had and if it was unlocked or not. Since the government strictly regulated anything to do with aura, getting a hold of one was hard, and maintaining that hold was even harder. Oz sighed and admitted that there was nothing more that he could do with what he had. He hauled the
young man onto his back, before he forgot, he
grabbed the guns for where they had fallen
and started to drag him all the way back to where he entered the to beacon
( A/N that's the first chapter of my first story. Basically am using three universe to write this stories, but mention of demons will be less . Am focusing on harry potter and rwby here so well am out ) review pleeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaassssssssseeeeeeee! And. No FLAMES