A/N Thanks for your reviews and support.
Shidou Haruka: Thanks for your review my friend. Sorry not this time. Maybe the next time I decide to do a Harry Potter/RWBY fic.
jiongu-naruto: Thanks for your review my friend. Yes Harry will have aura. I will definitely keep the ideas under advisement on a possible semblance.
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Harrison's POV
By the time they left the bank it was dark out. Ozpin took them to a back alley where they could apparate. The man's hand touched his shoulder. Warm amber eyes showed sadness at the flinch but the man didn't comment.
He said instead, "Hold your breath for a moment. We are going to apparate to my house."
Harrison did as he was told. The next moment he felt as if he was being pulled through a tube. A second late he stumbled into an unfamiliar lawn. It was only because of the hand on his shoulder that he stayed standing.
Looking up he saw a small one story house. It was painted a light blue color that was almost the same shade as the sky on a clear day. The house was surrounded by woods that if he had to guess stretched for miles.
Ozpin said with a gentle smile, "Welcome to my home. It isn't much but it's become home in the short time I've been back in England."
Harrison inquired curiously, "You don't live here?"
When he realized what he did he slapped a hand over his mouth. Expecting to be hit he turned away and braced himself for the blow. It never came much to his surprise.
Instead a gentle hand found its way to his shoulder. It turned him back to face the man. Then raised his head to meet the amber gaze. There wasn't any anger in it. Just a sense of sadness that he couldn't believe was directed at him.
Ozpin said kindly, "It's okay Harrison. You can ask questions. In fact if you didn't I would be disappointed. So please don't hesitate to ask if you want to know something. Now yes I don't usually live here. My main home is in France where I was raised. We will likely spend our summers there unless Gringotts send me back. Then it will be sooner."
That made sense then. Ozpin had a slight accent that was definitely French. It was softer than most accents almost unnoticeable. The fact that the man said we was surprising. There was no doubt in his mind that the man would give him up at the first chance he got. After all if his family didn't want him. Why would some stranger want him?
Ozpin place a gentle hand on his back and propelled him forward. Together they went through the yard and to the house. They didn't even hit any wards until they made it to the stairs.
The magic washed over him and Ozpin. It gently probed at him testing his intentions before accepting him. This was not a kind of magic he heard of before. The magic seemed to test ones intentions before accepting or rejecting people.
Ozpin said with a smile, "Don't worry. As long as you don't wish ill on those in this house they will let you in. Unless I change the wards. Tomorrow I will key you into the wards completely. That way they will accept you from now on."
Harrison inquired with a quiet voice, "Why? Why would you do that? When you get tired of me, you will get rid of me."
The just like my dad was left unsaid. James Potter had abandoned him and no one else would want a squib like him. That's what he always was told. He was an unwanted taint upon his family name. Now he wasn't even a Potter by blood or magic.
Ozpin's face clouded over with an anger that could not be described in words. His face reminded Harrison of storm clouds right before it began to rain. Instead of making him want to retreat it made him curious. Where that came from he didn't understand. Angry adults always took their anger out on him. He didn't even know if he could avoid a hit by this man yet.
Ozpin said after taking a moment to compose himself, "I will not abandon you, Harrison. When you took that potion earlier you became my son in both magic and blood. The potion was specifically made for those who came from less than ideal families. Tonight after you go to bed it will slowly begin to change your appearance. It won't hurt you since you will be asleep. In the morning you will look more like me than James Potter. I will never allow anyone to take you from me unless that is your wish."
Harrison could sense the man's sincerity. Ozpin meant every word he just said. It was up to Harrison on whether or not he accepted that. He didn't know what to feel much less think. So he did the only thing that made sense. He gave a small barely perceptible nod.
With that Ozpin didn't say anything instead opened the door to allow him inside. The foyer was sparsely decorated. There was a portrait of a man with black hair and grey eyes. He looked a lot like Ozpin and to Harrison's surprise it was a wizarding painting.
It greeted Ozpin in a low baritone, "Oz, welcome home son. Who is the little one behind you?"
Harrison eeped at the question. This wasn't the first time he encountered a portrait. It was however the first time one spoke to him. At his father's insistence they would ignore him because he was a squib. The only one that did was grandfather but father soon moved that portrait to a different part of the house. So he never saw his grandfather again.
Ozpin pushed him gently to stand before him and replied, "This is Harrison Black previously known as Harrison Potter. James Potter decided to disown him in blood and magic today. So I adopted him. Tonight the potion will take effect and his appearance will change. Harrison this is my father, Atlas Black."
Atlas said with a frown, "James Potter is Dorea's boy. He should know better than to disown a child at such a young age. What was his reasoning for it?"
It was Harrison who answered quietly this time, "Because I am a good for nothing squib. I am just a blight on the family tree."
Atlas growled angrily, "If I ever get my hands on the man I'll kill him. Oz you said you adopted the child? You better take good care of him. Not only is he a Black now but his godfather is a Black. I think it's time you made contact with your cousin Sirius. My brother's boy is his godfather and you should see if he feels the same way as Potter."
Harrison perked up at the mention of Uncle Sirius. Or as preferred to be called Uncle Padfoot. The man was dog animagus and he was huge. Despite Harrison being thought of as a squib the man treated him well.
He said quietly, "Uncle Sirius was the only one who was nice to me."
The portrait and Ozpin exchanged glances. Then Ozpin nodded his assent before he said, "Come let's see the rest of the house and get you settled. Tomorrow we will go to Diagon Alley to get you some new clothes."
They went to the right of the foyer into a sitting room. The sitting room had a green couch three black chairs. There was a fireplace that had a pot next to it. They were connected to the floo it seemed.
Ozpin said quietly, "This is our sitting room. Through those doors is the kitchen. I do have one house elf who does all the cleaning and cooking. His name is Slippy. If you need anything just call for him. Slippy!"
A small creature with abnormally large eyes ears entered the room with a pop. It was only a little smaller than he was. The house elf had the bluest eyes he had ever seen.
Slippy said excitedly, "Master is home. Is master wanting his dinner now?"
That was the first time he had come across a house elf that could speak properly. It made his jaw drop in surprise. A resounding chuckle from Ozpin made him glance at the man.
Ozpin said kindly to Slippy, "Slippy this is Harrison I adopted him today. He is now the young master of the house. If you wouldn't mind putting dinner on the table and fixing a room for him please."
Slippy replied happily, "Yes master. Right away."
With that it popped away leaving him alone with Ozpin. The man began to lead him immediately towards the kitchen. As they got close to the door the scent of food wafted over their noses. In response his stomach let out a loud growl. Ozpin let out a chuckle but didn't comment on it.
Opening the door he was allowed to take in the kitchen. It was both muggle and magical by the look of it. On the table was two plates of roast and green beans. It smelled delicious to the boy who had not eaten at all that day.
They both sat at the table and began to eat. The roast was so tender that it melted in his mouth. The green beans were the best he ever tasted. By the time he cleaned his plate he was still hungry. He didn't say anything after all at home he wasn't allowed to have seconds or desert.
Ozpin asked as if reading his thoughts, "Do you want more, Harrison? It's okay to want more to eat."
Harrison hesitated for a moment but didn't find anger in the amber eyes. So he gave a small barely perceptible nod. A second later Slippy popped in with a second plate. It wasn't as filled as the previous plate was but it was enough. Once more he dug into the food. About halfway through he felt pleasantly full and had to stop.
His full stomach was making him sleepy. Ozpin helped him up from the table gently. Then led him back to the foyer and to the otherside of the house. There were two doors next to each other and one across the hall.
Ozpin opened the closest one to them and revealed a bedroom. It was painted navy blue and black. There was a window that overlooked the grounds next to a bed. On the other side of the room was a desk and chair. There was a wardrobe in the far corner.
He was pulled out of his musings by Ozpin pulling him towards his bed. Pulling back the covers Ozpin then pushed him onto the bed. It was the most comfortable bed he ever lay on.
When Ozpin pulled out his wand Harrison stiffened. Adults pulling out wands never ended well for him. Instead of hurting him the man transfigured him clothes into pajamas.
He said pulling the covers over Harrison, "Sleep well, kid. The bathroom is across the hall and I right next to your room. Don't hesitate to wake me or call for Slippy if you need anything."
Harrison couldn't find the words to say anything to the man. His eyes were growing heavier by the second. A moment before he passed into the hands of sleep he could have sworn he felt a hand card through his hair. Then again it could have just been his imagination.
Ozpin's POV
Despite putting his new son to bed just moments before he could not sleep. He was sitting at the desk in his own room trying to write a letter to his cousin. Sirius Black was the Black Lord after his father's passing. This was to the surprise and anger to many of the family. Everyone thought it would be the younger Black. However the house had for whatever reason chose the young Gryffindor as it's heir. Something that in hindsight was for the best.
Regulus Black made contact with him a few years ago. The younger boy joined Voldemort to please his mother. At the time he contacted Ozpin he was looking for a way to fake his death. That he didn't want to be the Dark Lord's Death Eater any longer.
If it was any one else he would have thought that he was being played. All he saw was sincerity in his cousin's grey eyes. With the help of his friends from Nightingale he was able to give Regulus a new life. Everyone in Britian thought he was dead even his older brother. Regulus came to visit on occasion but it was once or twice a year.
With a sigh he turned his attention away from the past. Sometimes it was just best to be upfront about what was going. It seemed this would be one of those times. So he began writing the letter.
