A/N: What's up folks. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Standard disclaimer I am not JK Rowling or Monty Oum, Rest in Peace, nor do I own the Harry Potter or RWBY series. As always please consider leaving a review as constructive criticism is always appreciated. Now sit back, relax, and enjoy. Fenris.

Chapter 2

Remnant: Unknown location.

Once the light had faded, Harry found himself standing in a snow-covered forest. He was dressed in long blue jeans with a pair of tan combat boots, a dark green shirt, and a brown leather jacket. His sword and mokeskin pouch hung from his belt on either side. His wand was resting in its holster, which was strapped to his forearm. Harry looked at his surroundings and laughed.

"Well they certainly have a sense of humor."

A moment later the knowledge that he had been given in conjunction with his gifts and abilities slipped into his conscious. Harry used his Occlumency, which was much stronger now thanks to Odin, to sort through it all. Until he came to the parts regarding Loki's gift. Harry grinned mischievously.

"Well. There's no time like the present."

Harry took off his jacket and shirt, to not destroy them accidentally, and began experimenting with Loki's gift. First, he changed his eyesight and after a few moments ripped his hated glasses of his face.

"I'm never using those things again."

Then he began to manipulate his hearing. It was useful he supposed but not something he planned on keeping active all the time, unlike his eyes. The amount of ambient noises gave him a headache trying to sort through it all, and places like towns or cities would be even worse. Then he tried just the wings in human form. Surprisingly, the process was painless. Two ebony colored wings sprouted from his upper back and shoulders on either side of his tattoo. They were majestic things, he thought, and felt natural to him. As he began to walk and move around, moving his wings and getting a feel for the range of motion he found that he was perfectly balance. A part of Loki's ability no doubt. Harry waved his wand over both his shirt and jacket, altering them so that they would not be destroyed if he had his wings out. Once he was dressed again, Harry took a deep breath, and did a complete transformation. It was nothing short of awesome. Although, the form felt slightly foreign it was magnificent and was an exhilarating experience as he raced through the trees. Once he changed back he decided that he would keep the full transformation secret, and only use his augmented human form when required. Considering that a species known as the Faunus existed on Remnant, it would not be out of place for him to have animal traits. The knowledge Odin gave him covered everything from the Grimm, to the four kingdoms, and even addressed the basics of some sort of soul-based aura and semblances. He wasn't exactly sure what the last two were, but it wasn't an immediate concern, so he filed it away till later. Then Harry unsheathed War-Bringer. The sword reminded him of Anduril from Lord of the Rings. Remembering Thor's words, Harry hit the button located below the guard, and promptly dropped the sword in shock as it morphed into a rifle. Picking up his new weapon he ejected the magazine and cleared the chamber, catching the round that flew out as he did. Harry rotated it, so he could see the base of the round, and saw that it was a 6.5 Creedmoor. Looking back down at the rifle, Harry found that it reminded him of highly advanced version of the American M21, the sniper variant of the M14, complete with a long-range optic and cheek riser. With a grin, Harry replaced the magazine and loaded a round into the chamber before switching War-Bringer back to its sword form, by hitting the button just behind the trigger guard. Harry took out his wand and laid it flat on his hand.

"Point me" he whispered while thinking of civilization. The wand spun in his hand before coming to rest pointing east, the eagle's instincts guiding his directional orientation.

"Guess I'm going that way."

Harry transformed completely and took off through the trees.

o00O00o

It was twilight and snowing heavily by the time Harry found civilization again. He stood on the edge of the forest looking at a massive manor like building that sat on the top of a small hill and was surrounded by walls. Farther to the east was a medium sized village that clearly had no monetary issues. Harry was about to head for the town when a threatening growl echoed through the trees behind him. He unsheathed War-Bringer and spun around. Facing him were three creatures of Grimm. They had large feline bodies, massive claws, and the malevolent red eyes. "Manticores. Great."

"Ah shit."

Harry threw himself backwards and rolled under a clawed paw as the first one lunged at him. The instant he got his feet under him he had to dive over the paw of the second and then dodge past the third. Knowing he couldn't fight three of them by himself, he took off running towards the manor. Although he hadn't planned on going there originally, he figured that it would have some sort of defense force and he needed backup, desperately. Harry took a quick look behind him and noticed that the Manticores were gaining ground, fast. With a grunt his wings sprouted from his back, pushing through the slits in his shirt and jacket, which tightened against the new appendages in order to be comfortable, and Harry took off. He stayed low to the ground, jinking back and forth across the plain to avoid the fireballs the Manticores launched at him as he raced towards the hill. The guards on the wall had finally noticed the action and opened fire on the Grimm, dust rounds arcing over his head to smash against their bone armor. When he looked back, he saw the Manticores open their wings and take to the skies, gaining ground even faster now.

"Fuck me! Really?"

The distraction was enough for the previously unknown fourth Manticore to spiral down from above and catch Harry in the chest with a massive strike from one paw. Luckily for Harry its claws had passed over his shoulder. Unluckily for Harry, the paw hit him like a freight train and launched him over the wall and past the astonished guards with no control. Harry saw the window coming and sheathed his wings curling into a ball as he smashed through it before slamming into a dresser that stood against the far wall. Behind him, the protective wall exploded, lighting the night sky through the snow, as the four Manticores broke through it sending panicked guards flying as they roared their primal fury.

o00O00o

Weiss was sitting at the dressing table in her large room. A roaring fire crackled in the fireplace on the opposite side of her bed, leaving the room a comfortable temperature. She stared out the window into the falling snow, a soft smile on her face as she ran a brush through her hair. Few had ever seen the Heiress to the Schnee Dust Company in such a relaxed state. She was dressed in a single piece dress that rested on her shoulders and fell to the top of her knees and flared out in the back, coming to rest just above her ankles. The long sleeves covered her arms before stopping at the wrist. The dress was a fade of color, starting with a midnight blue at the neck and lightening to white by the time it reached her feet. On her feet she wore a pair of gray high heels. Weiss sighed with a soft smile as she recalled the evenings events. Her father had put on a charity event to garner political support for the company. As such, he had required her to sing. She had enjoyed doing so but dealing with the people afterwards was tiresome. Hence the reason she had decided to retire early and relax in her room. She was shaken out of her thoughts by a roar that shattered the silence.

"What in the world."

Weiss stood and grabbed Myrtenaster from its case. As she turned away from her desk, the window exploded behind her as a dark shape hurtled through it before coming to an abrupt stop, having slammed into her dresser. The figure groaned and levered himself up, for the figure was a man, until he was down on one knee, resting heavily on a large two-handed broadsword. When he looked up his piercing emerald eyes meet her icy blue ones. The young man was certainly handsome. He had noble features that were somewhat softened, and his green eyes contrasted with his messy black hair. Weiss was once again broken from her thoughts, this time by the protective wall that surrounded the Schnee home exploding in a flash of fire, sending masonry and bodies flying.

"Go get help."

The young man's voice washed over her like a cool autumn breeze. He had an accent that was very gentlemanly in its sound, one that altered the emphasis and pronunciation of his words slightly. It took Weiss a moment to realize that he was speaking to her.

"Um excuse me?"

"Go get help. Hurry please."

As he spoke the man moved to the broken window and spun his sword, which shifted to a rifle form, in his hands. Taking cover behind the broken remains he opened fire. As if to answer the roar of the man's rifle, the largest Grimm reared back onto its hind legs with its wings spread and roared a challenge to the defenders. As it come down one of its massive paws destroyed the intricate fountain in the center of the courtyard. Without another word, Weiss rushed out the door of her bedroom, racing for her father's office. Behind her she could hear the echoing crack of the man's rifle, the automatic fire from her family's guards, the roars of the Grimm, and the screams of the injured. She ran faster, hoping she made it in time.

o00O00o

Jacques Schnee was deep in conversation with General James Ironwood of the Atlas military when his daughter and heiress Weiss unceremoniously burst into his office. Jacques stood.

"Weiss…" His voice held a note of warning in it. This had better be important.

"Manticores, there are four Manticores in the courtyard. They burst through the walls and punched some guy through my window. Now they are slaughtering the guards."

Jacque stared at his daughter in utter disbelief, but Ironwood was already moving. Withdrawing a scroll and large pistol from his coat he looked at her.

"Show me."

Weiss nodded and bolted back out the door with Ironwood hot on her heels.

o00O00o

Harry was fighting desperately. He was currently engaging two of the Manticores at once, while the guards provided a distraction for the third. Despite his cracked or broken ribs, manticores hit like a truck, he was faring better than the guards. Unlike the much slower and lighter dust rounds the guards were using, Harry was shooting 140 grain lead and copper boat tail hallow points, which were smashing into the Grimm with 2249-foot lbs. worth of energy. It was because of this that Harry had been able to kill one of the Manticores, hitting it between the eyes with a trio of shots, and wounded another, hitting it in the right shoulder with four rounds. Not wanting to draw the Grimm towards a building filled with civilians, Harry had jumped out the window, War-Bringer in sword form, and engaged the monsters. Now he was slightly regretting his decision. In any case, the Grimm were pissed, if their roars of fury were any indication. Coming back to the present, Harry deflected the claw of one before jumping over the paw of the other, slashing it across the flank as he did. Turning quickly, he jumped up off the hind leg of the uninjured Manticore and propelled himself towards the wounded one. With a loud cry he drove War-Bringer deep into the Grimm's already injured shoulder, driving the beast to the ground. Harry rolled as he hit the ground before launching to his feet and decapitating the monster with a ferocious strike. Turning quickly, he faced the last Manticore. Unfortunately for him he wasn't quick enough and was hit full in the chest by the Manticore for the second time that day. However, unlike the first time the monster's claws ripped into the flesh of his chest, leaving four long and deep wounds across his chest, starting at his right shoulder and cutting diagonally across to his left hip, passing just under Frigga's mark. The force of the blow broke more of his ribs and sent Harry flying, spinning through the air to land in the snow several yards away. Through the pain induced haze Harry managed to level his wand at the creature.

"Confringo."

The barely visible spell bridged the distance between the tip of Harry's wand and the beasts head in milliseconds. It connected at the same moment Harry heard a different gun boom, and the monster's head exploded in a shower of gore. Harry collapsed, wand instinctively sliding into its holster, as blood lose, pain from his shattered ribs, and the after effects of adrenaline hit him. Through the haze he could hear people running and then his sight was filled with figures, one of which was the white-haired girl he sent for help. Gasping in pain Harry tried to sit up.

"Someone needs to hold him down!"

"Weiss."

"On it."

The girl rushed over and sat in the snow above his head. Gently, she placed her hands on either side of his head and guided it to her lap.

"Relax, don't move. You'll only make it worse."

The girls voice was like an angel whispering in his ear. Harry couldn't tell if it was because that's what she sounded like or if it was the imagination of his pain filled conscious. One of the men ripped open a medical kit and began to examine his wounds.

"Four slashes, definitely from the claws. They're deep sir. Most of his ribcage is broken, and he has impact damage to his hip and lower back. I don't know if I can save him. His aura isn't unlocked so it can't help."

"Then unlock it."

"I can't, there something that's fighting mine. I don't want to unlock his and have it kill him."

Harry could feel his magic reacting to the presence of some foreign energy. His body instinctively relaxed when he felt the girl run her slender fingers through his hair. A moment later everything was swept away, and he was aware of only one voice.

"For it is in passing that we achieve immortality. Through this, we become a paragon of virtue and honor to rise in the defense of all, infinite in strength and unwavering in the face of death. I release your soul and by my shoulder protect thee."

The girl's voice washed over him like water, awakening a deep and ancient energy that rose and fortified his magic. Pain raced through him as if fire coursed through his veins. An emerald green and brown flecked light encased his form. His eyes sharpened as they took on the qualities of the eagle and his wings sprouted from his back. In a distant part of his mind Harry recognized that because this aura was a manifestation of the soul his status as an Arihéðinn had made his eagle attributes momentarily visible as well. Then the pain overwhelmed his mind and the world turned dark.

o00O00o

Weiss stayed silent as the medic worked on the injured man. She was sitting with her legs to one side and the man's head resting in her lap. A circle of people stood around them. To one side of the medic stood her parents, her father's arm around her mother's shoulders. On the other side Ironwood was crouched, examining the wounded man closely. Normally, there would be no way in hell she would allow a man to lay as this young man was, especially in front of other people, but he had fought to defend her home and her family. In doing so he had suffered grievous wounds, so she made an exception. When she heard that his aura hadn't been unlocked she was shocked. The man had fought like a Huntsman and he had done it without aura! She was saddened when she heard that the medic couldn't unlock the man's aura and she subconsciously began to run her fingers through the man's hair. As she did his face relaxed and Weiss knew she had to act. Gently she placed her hands on either side of his head. Taking a deep breath, she spoke.

"For it is in passing that we achieve immortality. Through this, we become a paragon of virtue and honor to rise in the defense of all, infinite in strength and unwavering in the face of death. I release your soul and by my shoulder protect thee."

A bright emerald light, flecked with brown, surrounded the man. As it receded the man gasped in pain and opened his eyes. Weiss saw his eyes sharpen, almost like a falcon's, and a pair of wings sprouted from his back.

"What? What's happening?"

"I have no idea. I've never seen anything like this in all my years as a medic."

The man abruptly fell unconscious. His wings retracted as if they were growing in reverse. Ironwood stood from where he had been crouched looking over the medic's shoulder.

"What's going on soldier?"

"I'm not entirely sure. There is still something else there, but his aura is active, and it should heal most of the damage now. Let's get him inside and to a bed. He needs to rest so his aura can do its job."

"No."

Weiss turned her head sharply to look at her father.

"What!"

"I will not have that animal residing under my roof."

Anastasia Schnee stepped out from under her husband's arm and turned on him. Stepping closer she poked him in the chest.

"I don't care what that man is. He almost died because he was protecting our home, our family, our daughter from harm. He will stay with us until he is well."

Jacque opened his mouth to argue, and then saw the steel in his wife's eyes. He sighed.

"Fine. But only until he is well."

The he turned and walked away. The medics put the man on a stretcher and the group of people marched into the house. Once there, they placed the young man in a bed, in the guest room in the east wing, down the hall from Weiss' room. Ironwood turned to Anastasia.

"I will have my men replace the window in Weiss' room and leave two platoons to watch over the house until the wall can be fixed, and reinforced."

"Thank you, James. Your help is appreciated."

The medic stepped out of the guest room.

"He is resting, and it looks like he will recover just fine. No movement for 5 days, his ribs need time to set and heal, even with aura. Then two weeks of limited movement, followed by another two of observation. If he seems to get worse take him straight to a hospital, but I don't think that will happen. Someone should probably keep an eye on him for tonight though."

"I'll do it."

Weiss blushed as her mother looked at her with a cocked eyebrow.

"I mean, I'm not going to be able to sleep anyways."

Her mother seemed to accept the excuse.

"Very well."

Weiss nodded and without another word ducked into the room. It was dark, but the moonlight shone through the window, and fell on the covers above the man's chest. Unable to help her curiosity Weiss lifted the covers to see the extent of his wounds. Heavy bandages covered the four long ragged slashes that cut across his chest, reaching from just blow his shoulder on the right side to just above his left hip. They were covered in blood. The parts of his chest that wasn't covered was severely bruised. He was muscular like a swimmer, with a lithe form but clearly defined muscles. On his chest, over his heart, was a tattoo. It depicted an unbroken moon with a bizarre pattern of colored lights beneath it. As she raised the covers to see, the moonlight shone on the mark and for a moment Weiss swore she saw it flash silver. Then the man shifted slightly, and Weiss yelped softly and stepped back, quickly dropping the covers in embarrassment. With a sigh she seated herself in the chair next to the bed and gazed at the man. For an hour she watched him sleep before she too succumbed to the embrace of the night.

Well how about that. Harry meets Wiess Schnee thanks to a heavy dose of his typical shitty luck. In any case I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter. I am going to take an early poll for Harry's romantic interest over the next couple of chapters. Note that I may decide to use one or none of the suggestions. As always please leave a review, constructive criticism is always appreciated.

Happy Hunting,

Fenris