A/N hello everyone this is DarkWarriorthecursehero I would like to think Gamer95 for allowing me to take this story and I will do my best to update it of course this will take a while because I'm also busy with my other fanfics I am willing to listen to any ideas you may have

Chapter 1

It was mostly quiet in the small town of Little Whinging...except for a small noise that seemed to be getting progressively louder...

It was a young blonde woman on a motorcycle. Yang Xiao Long of Team RWBY. She was on her way to a party hosted by one of her old friends from Beacon Academy. The trouble was...she was having a very difficult time figuring out which way to go. Her GPS had broken down, and she was unfamiliar with the area. Eventually, she grew fed up, and had to stop her motorcycle by someone's house. Sighing in frustration, she hopped off the bike and took off her helmet.

"Great...Just great..." She muttered in agitation. The young woman took a seat on the curb, resting her hand on her chin. Well, she was officially lost, and it did not help one bit that every single house in this area looked exactly the same. Shaking her head, she pulled herself back to her feet and sat back down on her motorcycle...But just as she was about to rev up the gas...

"THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR NOT DOING THE CHORES PROPERLY, YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE BASTARD!"

Yang's head snapped towards the direction she heard the yelling from.

"...THAT didn't sound good..." She muttered as she rose to her feet. "Better go take a look." She approached the house her bike was parked next to, and snuck a quick glance through the window. It was a short glance...but it was all she needed to see a tiny little boy, throughly beaten down, getting roughly thrown against the wall of a cupboard and shut away inside.

The young woman gasped in shock. The hell was that about?! He was just a kid! An adorable, innocent little kid! The very idea of a kid getting abused in such a manner filled Yang to the point of bursting with anger. Her eyes began to glow red, and her aura flared dangerously. She slipped on her gauntlets, and with a thrust from her fist, a ball of energy launched itself at the house.

BOOM!

The wall was no more.

When the smoke cleared, Yang saw a morbidly obese man staring at the rubble that was formerly a wall, his eyes bulging from their sockets and his mouth in a perfect O shape. Yang would have laughed if she wasn't so unbelievably pissed off.

"Wha-How-Why-What the BLOODY HELL is your DEAL?!" The man yelled in outrage.

"What's MY deal? Try "What's YOUR deal?"

"What do you mean?!"

"I saw you throw that kid." Vernon's eyes widened. "...I also saw that you were beating him."

"S-So what? I-I'm trying to beat the freakishness out of him!" Yang's eye twitched.

"You...SON...OF A BITCH!" Vernon flinched at the volume of her voice. "THERE'S LITERALLY NO REASON ANY KID DESERVES TO BE BEATEN LIKE THAT, YOU PRICK! UNLESS YOU'RE A MONSTER WHO HAS NO CONSCIENCE, LIKE YOU ARE! I'M GONNA BEAT THE HELL OUT OF YOU! LET'S SEE HOW YOU LIKE IT!"

Vernon squeaked and tried to run for his life. But because of his girth and Yang's experience, she was able to catch up with him in a manner of seconds. She tackled him to the ground, and slammed her fist into his big, meaty cheeks, causing an audible cracking sound. She continued to wail on the large walrus, screaming things like "BASTARD", "MONSTER", and "SON OF A BITCH!"

By the time she was done, he was lying on the floor, covered in blood and bruises, moaning in pain. Yang delivered one last kick to the man's stomach, sending him rolling into the wall, then turned her attention towards the cupboard. She moved towards it at a brisk pace, then threw it open rather noisily.

The little boy inside retreated into the corner at the rough slamming sound the opening cupboard made, and he retreated further into the cupboard.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Vernon, I won't do it again, I swear..."

Yang frowned with pity.

'Poor little guy...' She thought. Kneeling down, she slowly reached over, and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. He flinched at first...but gradually relaxed when he realized he wasn't being hurt. Uncovering his face, he slowly turned to look at her. His eyes widened upon seeing a strange woman in the Dursley's house, and he let out a soft whimper. Yang smiled at him. The woman seemed to have a natural charisma that relaxed him when she smiled...

"Hey, kid." Yang said. Harry said nothing. "Listen...You want out of here, right? You want something better?" Harry hesitated, then nodded shyly. "Good. If you trust me, I can get you outta this place no problem!" Harry hesitated once again, but looked into her eyes. He could tell, from the smile on her face, that she truly meant what she said. He DID want to be anywhere else... So, weakly, he pulled himself up on his arms, and tried to crawl over to the woman. Yang decided it would be best for him not to extert himself, so, getting down on her knees, she reached in and scooped him up. Harry flinched. Her grip was very, very strong, and...not too tight at all...In fact, it was rather comforting. This was the most comfortable he'd been in years. Timidly, the little boy looked up at the huntress. She was still smiling brightly. "I got ya, little guy." Harry blinked, feeling surprisingly safe. With a small yawn, he rested his head on the woman's shoulder. He hadn't gotten a lot of sleep lately with all the chores... Maybe he could rest his eyes...

Yang grinned as the child fell asleep in her arms. She rose to her feet and sighed. "Well, that went off without a hitch...Guess I won't be partying tonight..." She walked out of the house, Harry in tow, and smirked when she heard a woman scream from the house she just left. "Fatty somehow got a wife..."

Once she deemed herself far enough, she sat on the curb, Harry still in her arms, then pulled out her phone. She dialed in a number, and her friend answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's me, Yang."

"Yang! How are you? You're late! We were starting to get worried!"

"Sorry, got lost. Anyway, sorry, but it looks like I'm not gonna be able to make it, I uh...need to make a quick stop at the hospital." There was a gasp from the other end of the line.

"Oh my gosh, are you okay?! What happened?!"

"Don't worry, I'm fine. I'll just be...visiting a hospitalized friend." A sigh of relief from the other end.

"Well, I'm glad to hear you're okay. Be careful though. I hope your friend's okay."

"Thanks a lot. I gotta go now, okay? Bye." And so, Yang ended the conversation, and put away her phone. She looked to Harry in one of her arms, then to her motorcycle, which she had carried with her using her free arm. There was no way in hell she was giving a child his age a ride on her motorcycle... But what to do...? The blonde grinned and snapped her fingers. Her partner would help her out easily! She pulled her phone back out, and called Blake's number.

"Hello?" Came the sleepy reply.

"Hey, Blake. It's me."

"Yang? What could you possibly want this late at night?"

"I...need a ride to the hospital."

"WHAT?! ARE YOU OKAY?!" Blake's response was genuinely concerned.

"Yeah, it's... not for me." A sigh of relief.

"All right...Where should I pick you up?" Yang gave her the details, then waited for her partner to arrive. As she waited, she felt stirring in her arms. The little boy was waking up.

Harry's eyes slowly opened. Then, he felt confused. Why was his cupboard so comfy now? His eyes fully opened, and he looked around.

"Wh-Where am I?" He asked softly.

"Hey, kid. What's up?" Harry's eyes widened, then he remembered. The pretty blonde lady... He gave her a nervous look.

"Wh-Where are we?" He asked shyly. Yang chuckled.

"Eh, we're in the park. We're just waiting on someone." She replied before ruffling his hair. Harry gave her a confused, slightly fearful look. "Ah, don't worry. She's nice, like me." The fear died down slightly, but he was still visibly anxious. The two sat in silence for a few moments.

Yang hated silence.

"Sooo...How old are you, little guy?"

"Um...f-five..." Yang whistled.

"Five. Wow, you're getting big, aren'tcha? But...you don't look five. You...look more like you're three..."

"Yeah...I don't eat a lot..." Yang scowled.

"I'll bet your uncle's got a hand in that." She hugged him tightly. A little too tightly, however, eliciting a pained whimper. Yang immediately loosened her grip, looked down at him apologetically, and said "Sorry, buddy. You okay?"

"Y-Yes...I've had...w-worse..." Yang gritted her teeth in anger, but before he could catch it, she disguised it as a grin.

"So...you got a name?"

"H-Harry..."

"Harry, huh? That's a nice name. My name's Yang."

"Hi, Miss Yang..."

"MISS Yang? Heh. No need for that. Just call me Yang."

"I'm sorry."

"No worries, little pal." Then, a car approached. A familiar car. Yang grinned. "Ah, there she is." Blake stopped her car, then climbed out of the driver's seat.

"All right, Yang, what's this abou-" She froze when she saw Harry. "...Yang, are you carrying an injured child?"

"Yeah. Harry, Blake, Blake, Harry."

"Um...Hello, Harry."

"H-Hi, Miss Blake..." Blake smiled slightly, then looked back to her partner.

"What happened to him? Why is he injured?" Yang sighed, the explained what she saw. Blake gave Harry a sympathetic look, then turned back to Yang. "Put him in the backseat." Yang nodded, then carried Harry over to the car and placed him in the backseat, helping him get his seatbelt done in. After Harry was safe and secure, she stood and approached her bike.

"I'll be riding with you guys." Blake nodded with a slight roll of her eyes. Yang and her bike... Harry, on the other hand, looked nervous.

"A-Are you gonna leave me?" He asked softly. Yang smiled.

"Aw, heck no, kid. I'll be at the hospital same time you are." With those words, she bent over and wrapped her arms around the little boy. He hesitated, then slowly and shyly hugged back. Yang pulled away first, much to his clear disappointment. Yang smiled, then gently planted a kiss on his forehead. Harry looked at her with wide eyes, as if he was stunned by the display of affection. "See you in a bit, pal." The blonde ruffled the boy's hair, before heading to her motorbike.

Harry slowly raised his hand to the area Yang kissed. It was very...comforting. He hoped she'd do it again sometime...