A/N: So here's Chapter 2 of The Next Great Adventure! I hope you like it.

DISCLAIMER: JK Rowling is not me. Monty Oum is not me. Rooster Teeth is not me. 'nuff said.


[ACT 1]: Viva la Muerte

[CHAPTER 2]: Welcome to Fight School

Airships, Harry mused, were pretty damn cool.

So was the idea of being a Huntsman. It appealed to all his desires - his saving-people-thing, the general masculine dream of killing stuff for a living - everything! And he was on his way to becoming one! Via Airship, like the Hogwarts Express but infinitely cooler!

Admittedly he'd only known Huntsmen were a thing for the past two weeks - heck, he'd only been in the universe for the past two weeks - but all in all it was literally his dream job.

It was actually kind of suspicious, now that he thought about it. He falls into the Headmaster's office two weeks before school starts, the correct age to attend, and is accepted no problem. Maybe it was the universe's way of apologizing for his until-recently sucky life?

Apology accepted, universe.

He was interrupted from his musings when the new broadcast in front of him changed into a hologram of a tall, blonde, strict-looking woman. He'd met her before, back when he'd just shown up on Remnant. She reminded him of McGonagall - strict, but caring underneath.

"Hello, and welcome to Beacon! My name is Glynda Goodwitch."

Right, that was her name.

"You are among a privileged few who have received the honor of being selected to attend this prestigious academy! Our world is experiencing an incredible time of peace, and as future Huntsmen and Huntresses, it is your duty to uphold it. You have demonstrated the courage needed for such a task, and now it is our turn to provide you with the knowledge and the training to protect our world."

With that, the hologram faded out of existence, revealing the beautiful landscape of the City of Vale. People crowded the massive windows, exclaiming over the view. One enthusiastic voice in particular rang out.

"Oh, wow! Look, you can see Signal from up here!"

A small, mischievous smile spread across his face. Beacon would never know what hit it.

Or was that overly egotistical of him? He meant, yeah he was a wizard, but it wasn't like he was flawless or even a particularly good one. He had no access to any books or spells from Hogwarts, so he was just stuck with the spells he knew. Was that an advantage? From what he knew, all Huntsmen employed a particular variant of basic Soul Magic, which was not exactly something he knew much about.

Or anything about, actually.

Bastardized Soul Magic aside, Harry still had the advantage that nobody was expecting him to be a full-blown wizard. Most Huntsmen could probably throw off a Stunning Spell or fourty-nine, but some spells were too absurd to even consider any sort of protections against. The Jelly-Legs Jinx, Full-Body Bind, Tarantallegra, ect. Admittedly, their 'Aura' should let them throw off the spells easily, but it wouldn't be an instant thing.

If 'Aura' worked how he thought it did.

Well, how he would have thought it did, had he actually thought about it. Which he hadn't.

Weird.

Well, the Airship had arrived at Beacon. So there was that.

As Harry made his way out of the Airship, he came to the unfortunate realization that he never actually figured out how to make friends, besides going through absurdly dangerous things together. Realistically, that technique would work here, since it was kind of in the job description, but still.

Note to self: learn how to make friends with minimal risk of dismemberment.

He took a moment to drink in the sight of Beacon Academy. It was majestic, with a massive, soaring tower at the center. Some sort of solar system model was at the top? It was the only thing that came to mind, even if it was nowhere near astronomically correct.

Oh. Wait. This wasn't Earth. Never mind.

Suddenly, his attention was taken by a literal explosion happening about ten feet in front of him. Had Seamus followed him here? No, they were both girls, one of them short and red-cloaked and the other one slightly less short and dressed in white. The red one was the one that had exploded.

And now the white-haired one was getting all shouty again. Had Harry found his replacement Hermione already? He hoped so, he had never gotten a chance to properly mess with the old one before it got used to him.

And then a black-clad girl walked in, nose in a book. Why did there have to be two replacement Hermiones? At least this one seemed less shouty. And more obsessed with civil rights.

The shouty ones were usually funner once you broke them in.

The replacement Hermiones both left, and the technically-redhead - would that qualify her for the Weasley position? - collapsed to the ground in social agony.

And that's when Harry's saving-people-thing kicked in.

"Gah! Stop poking me. Who even are you?" Silver eyes opened piteously, fixing on him with an mildly dissatisfied stare.

He grinned. "Harry Potter, Wizard Extraordinaire and Soon-To-Be-Huntsman-In-Training."

Faster than he could blink, the girl was upright and smiling widely. "Ooooh so am I- well, the Huntress thing, not the name or wizard things- I'm Ruby Rose, by the way!"

Weasley acquired.

"Nice to meet you."

There was a moment of awkward silence, before…

"So, I have this thing." Suddenly, a massive, deadly looking scythe unfolded in the girl's hands. She leaned it over her shoulder easily.

"That is a big scythe."

Her eyes glimmered with enthusiasm. "It's also a customizable high-impact sniper rifle."

He blinked. "That sounds… dangerous."

"It is!" Her smile was just on the cute side of terrifying.

"Oh."

This girl was better than a Weasley. She was like… a full serving of Longbottom bottomkickery, with a dash of Lovegood fun. This was excellent.

"Can I see your weapon?"

"Um… sure?" He flicked his wrists, and the Elder and Holly wands shot into his hands. Completely and totally underwhelming from an intimidation standpoint.

"Ooooh, what do they do? Do they turn into swords? Or some sort of telescopic staff? Or maybe it unfolds into a gun or-"

"They do magic."

Ruby looked at them skeptically. "How? I don't see any Dust or crystals."

He twirled the wands around his fingers. "Nor should you."

Her eyes widened. "Is it your Semblance?"

He smirked and slipped them into his sleeves. "That's for me to know, and you to find out."

Being mysterious was fun! Harry totally saw why Dumbledore acted how he did. Speaking of which…

He popped a bright yellow candy into his mouth and held the bag out towards the girl.

"Lemon drop?"

He'd gone through at least thirty candy stores to find them in Vale, but the look on Ruby's face made it all worth it.

-[===]-

Jaune was pretty sure that if you were lost, you were supposed to stay as close to your original location as you could, or find the nearest landmarks and head there.

Unfortunately, the one place that filled both criteria was full of dead bodies and scavenging Grimm.

Everywhere else had more Grimm.

Fortunately, his scroll had a compass function. Fortunately, he knew where the crash had taken place. Fortunately, he knew how to get to his original destination.

Unfortunately, Beacon Academy was about two months away on foot. More, if one considered the various Grimm that one would doubtless encounter on a trek through the aptly named Grimmlands.

Jaune, ironically enough, failed to consider the Grimm.

-[===]-

Harry felt betrayed. His new loyal pseudo-Weasley turned out to be not so loyal after all - ditching him to hang out with the blonde! Admittedly, as a warm-blooded male he could see the appeal, but Ruby was, like, fifteen! And it was her sister for Merlin's sake!

Oh. Wait.

You know what? Harry wasn't in the mood to listen to reasons. He had to establish dominance over the pseudo-Weasley and beat her at her own game! With that in mind, he walked up to the next person he saw. She too had red hair, although it was entirely blood-red rather than dark brown with red highlights. And she was kind of wearing full greek armor.

"Hello person I don't know. Lemon drop?"

The girl's stare switched between him and the bag a few times, before she hesitantly grabbed a lemon drop and put it in her mouth.

"I'm Harry, by the way. Harry Potter."

A sigh. "Pyrrha Nikos, although I'm sure you already knew that."

"I don't know why I would."

They stared at each other for a moment.

"Oh, is this one of those things where you're famous but don't want to be?"

Pyrrha nodded sadly. "Unfortunately, that is the case."

Harry poked her in the arm. "I can't say I know exactly what you're feeling, but I had to deal with something like that too at my old school. Do they have a dumb nickname title thing for you as well?"

"Sometimes I am referred to as 'The Invincible Girl'."

"Better than 'Boy-Who-Lived'," grumbled Harry.

She smirked. "What on Remnant did you do to earn that title?"

"Let's just say that I started my 'defeating Dark Lords' streak at the age of one and leave it at that."

"I am not sure whether or not I want to know the full story behind that."

"You don't, trust me. And what about you? How'd you become 'The Invincible Girl'?"

"It was an interesting blend of battle prowess and cereal sponsorship."

Harry blinked.

"Pumpkin Pete's Marshmallow Flakes. Unfortunately, the cereal isn't very good for you."

"Got it."

Out of the corner of his eye, Harry spied Hermione Replacement: Shouty Edition verbally assaulting the Pseudo-Weasley. Served her right for immediately abandoning him for some buxom blonde.

It had taken Ron like, six years to do that.

Harry's nonexistent bitterness aside, Ozpin began his speech.

" I'll... keep this brief. You have traveled here today in search of knowledge, to hone your craft and acquire new skills, and when you have finished, you plan to dedicate your life to the protection of the people. But I look amongst you, and all I see is wasted energy, in need of purpose, direction."

Harry was totally okay with Ozpin taking a jab at literally everyone in the room. The Headmaster was cool enough to pull it off naturally, although from the whispering around him many of his fellow students disagreed.

"You assume knowledge will free you of this, but your time at this school will prove that knowledge can only carry you so far. It is up to you to take the first step."

That… was actually a good point. It was a lesson that Harry learned the hard way.

The hard way, of course, was listening to one of Hermione's rants on the importance of self-advocacy and building a career path and not saying you planned to join the Chudley Cannons as a cheap cop-out from career counselling with McGonagall.

Either way, Hermione Replacement: Shouty Edition (HR:SE for short, it was getting a bit much to think out the whole name every time) had brought the attention of both Ruby the Disloyal and Blonde the Blonde upon him, and that gave him a previously unparalleled opportunity - to steal the blonde for himself while pseudo-Weasley was distracted.

Harry winked and mimed throwing a lemon drop at the girl. Her face brightened and she lowered her stance, ready to move in any direction. She was about eight yards away from him, so he'd have to make sure he got the right angle.

He shot…

He scored! The look on HR:SE's face when the bright yellow candy soared directly over her head and into the blonde girl's mouth was priceless! Multiple objectives had been achieved!

By the time he turned back to Pyrrha, she was already gone.


A/N: Initiation looms on the horizon, and Harry is not starved for choices.

Will he partner up with The Invincible Girl, pseudo-Weasley, Blonde the Blonde, either member of the Hermione Replacement Squad, or will he make new friends entirely?

Will Jaune get violently mauled by Grimm and die a painful death with his intestines leaking out his ears and so forth?

Will I actually write Chapter 3?

All of these questions remain to be answered. Tune in next week to find out, I guess.


TheFishKing - I don't really have the same frustration of him, simply because i binge-watched the entirety of volumes 1-5 over three days rather than watch them weekly as they came out. Other than that, I make no promises.

Comodo50 - Fairy Tales are based on facts, you know.

HaveBookWillTravel - Jaune is not dead. Yet. Ghost Jaune would be kinda funny, now that i think about it. On the subject of Harry's squishiness, it will eventually be solved but remember: the only form of actual fighting he's had was basically standing or running while shooting spells at each other. Huntsmen do all kind of crazy acrobatics and stabby techniques that he is in no way prepared for.

I actually forgot about that at first and I was having problems figuring out how to make it not an instantaneous Super!Harry fic. Thank you for that.

And thanks for the support!

SirSpangler, The Shadows Mistress, AzureSoulReaper, Guest1 - Thanks for your support! No, really. I appreciate it. A lot. Thank you.


[TARGET UPDATE DATE]: June 7, but I make no promises.

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