AN: I've made a sketch of the neck up of Harry's dragon form and will try to get it up to my Facebook page as soon as I can, just have to find my family's printer and get it set up as my parents and I just moved.

A Grimm Huntsman

Chapter 5

-Ruby-

The roar, the loud thunderous roar that shook the ground rattled her to her core as she stared at the massive dragon Grimm that seconds ago had been Harry. With every beat of his wings Harry's new form sent clouds of dust and debris flying, winds howling around them. She saw the tough looking black skin that stretched across Harry's new body. She saw the silvery white bone plates, mostly on his face, neck and underbelly with faint black markings. She saw the rows of bone spikes protruding done his back and neck except for where the neck and shoulders met the wings, which looked like it would create a space just large enough for someone to sit.

He was majestic upon the skies, proud and noble. He was magnificent.

-Yang-

Harry's form was huge, larger even then the giant Nevermore that they had been running from. His eyes were still green instead of red and were glowing like emerald stars, set apart from the black and silver of Harry's body. She noticed the place for a rider to sit and wondered what it would be like for her or Ruby to fight from Harry's back, to become a dragon rider like in the bedtime stories she used to read to her baby sister. She saw his tail whipping back and forth, the end capped with a bone growth akin to a mace, spiked and ridged and she knew that it would hurt like hell to get hit with it.

He was a titan upon the skies, fierce and strong. He was powerful.

-Blake-

Harry's form, much like his Grimm mask, was black and silver and she felt fear hold her in place. Adam had stolen a mask several months ago, one she now knew was made by the same person who made Harry's, and had gotten the rest of the white fang to wear them after that. Having said that if people called them monsters then they would give them monsters to be afraid of. But what kind of being could have a soul to turn them into a Grimm, to become a demon that the people of Remnant hunted and were hunted by. Even still, she knew there was no such thing as a dragon Grimm apart from legends, spoken in hushed whispers from those who travel the mountains.

He was a juggernaut upon the skies, huge and roaring. He was terrifying.

-Weiss-

That ruffian had turned into a Grimm, a monster equal to the rest of those who wore those accursed masks. She should have known that anyone wearing anything related to the White Fang were monsters and should be put down. The Grimm skin, likely as black as this beast's soul, assuming he even had one, rippled with barely contained power as he flew over towards the Nevermore, the other two massive Grimm looking hesitant and fearful at their fellow. She saw the place for a rider and wondered what kind of fool or murderer would want to ride such a demon.

He was a beast upon the skies, giant and foul. He was a monster.

-Glynda-

She stared in shock as she saw one of her students turn into a Grimm, the very creatures they were trained to hunt. The scholar and Huntress within her instantly began breaking it down for strengths and weaknesses. She saw the plating was mostly along the underbelly and face, along with the club like tail, and those places would likely be the most difficult to penetrate depending on how thick the armor was. The back was covered in a line of silver spikes, apart from one place just large enough for a rider, which would be helpful in battle, especially should the rider be a long ranged fighter. The sides and wings were unarmored ant the most likely place to bring him down would be attacking the wing joint and seam where it met his sides.

His eyes were small compared to the rest of the body but judging by the glow they were enhanced somehow so he likely had no loss of vision. His nose had an armored plating covering it to protect from attack so loss of smell would have to be a result from powders. His ears were likely between the two largest horns atop his head as she couldn't see any but knew that they were likely still there. He had three bone spikes at the bottom of his chin, which would prevent someone from trying to attack up close underneath his throat.

His body was large and muscular but still built to give enough agility for skilled flying maneuvers. His back legs were thicker than the forelegs, looking more akin to crushing landings but the forelegs were longer and seemed to have more dexterity for a fight.

All in all he was an impressive Grimm, one with many strengths and a weakness that takes precision to get to. She was simply glad that it was merely a semblance instead of him actually being a foul monster. He stood tall and proud against the skies, he was her student, he would become a legend.

-Harry-

Roaring he charged towards the Nevermore, knowing that at least for the moment the others could hold off the Deathstalker if not outright kill it. Getting to the Nevermore, he slammed up with his head, ramming his spikes into the creature's underbelly causing it to screech and flap its wings rapidly to elevate above him.

Roaring in challenge, he dove and spun to avoid a hail of feathers like bullets from the giant bird, which screeched angrily at having missed. Rising up he swiped at the Nevermore with his front claws, ripped out feathers and black blood from the injury. The Nevermore returned in kind, clawing at his sides as his own blood wet the ground as he roared in pain from the gash.

Roaring angrily he grabbed the Nevermore by the join of its wings and felt the true power of this form. His roar become not only one of pain but one of anger as he released a torrent of gleaming silver flames that raced from his maw, the blood that his internal wounds from the fire evaporating within an instant. The silver flames that would burn any being without a soul, any Grimm. His own form was resistant to fire to an extent, which saved him from turning dust, and since only the edges of the fire touched him instead of all of it at once.

Dropping the dissolving Nevermore he turned to see the others fighting the Deathstalker, seemingly being led by the blonde guy who was giving orders as he saw them cut off the stinger and it get lodged partway into the beast's back. That was as far as they got though as the beast spun in a circle rapidly, knocking them all aside with its pincers and what remained of its tail.

Roaring he sped down, filling his mouth with black flames but never releasing them as they healed him. Nearing the massive scorpion Grimm, he spun and slammed his clubbed tail onto the stinger, driving it deep into the creatures back and ending its life.

Dropping to the ground with a thud, he ended his black flames, which he had kept hidden in his mouth and turned back into his human form. The black and silver flames were the gift of the Dragon Grimm. Silver flames that could burn anything without a soul but would heal and revitalize anything with one. Black flames that would burn anything with a soul but heal any without one.

He was snapped from his thoughts when he felt a thud impact against his stomach and looked down to see Ruby hugging him with a wide-eyed smile. "That was awesome!" she cried out eagerly, "How did you do that? How strong is your armor like that? What was with that silvery fire stuff? Are you able to turn into anything else? Can I ride you?"

"Whoa there little sis," Yang said walking over, a teasing smile on the girl's lips "moving a little fast there aren't we?"

"Yang!" Ruby exclaimed with a bright blush as Yang cackled merrily while he shifted awkwardly, Ruby having not let go of him.

"Um…could you let go please?" he requested, still not overly comfortable with anyone other than Ozpin and the headmaster has his moments where he quickly moved to leave.

Letting out an eep Ruby leapt back, her blush growing brighter as Yang chuckled and ruffled the younger girl's hair, "Come on you two. Let's get everyone else and head back up to Headmaster Ozpin and Professor Goodwitch."

Nodding he followed with the group, noting the renewed looks of fear from Blake and the girl in white who was also sending him looks of hatred but he shrugged it off. Her childish little glare was nothing compared to staring down Voldemort in the heat of battle. Getting back to the cliff he was suckered into picking up Yang, Ruby, and the blonde guy who he learned was Jaune to carry them up while the others made their way up their own.

Dropping his three companions, he shifted back and was instantly on the defensive as Professor Goodwitch started trying to grab his flask. "Ozpin why would you do this to me?!" he cried out as he tried to protect his Fire Whiskey, having seen the Headmaster cackling in the background.

Two hours later he stood with the rest of his team atop the stage, having protected his Whiskey, albeit barely, from an irritated Glynda Goodwitch. Jaune's team had just been named, team Juniper, with Jaune as the leader, which he could understand given the tactical, and leadership skills he witnessed during the fight.

"And finally we have Ruby Rose, Hadrian Potter, Weiss Schnee, Blake Belladonna, and Yang Xiao Long. You five shall be team Ruby (RHWBY) lead by Hadrian Potter with his second in command Ruby Rose." Ozpin declared causing his eye to start twitching but he knew why the man had done it. He already had leadership experience and it was a better idea than giving the slot to one of the others. Two of them, Blake and Weiss, were clearly unfit for leadership while Yang wasn't serious enough and Ruby would need some time to mature and experience which is why he assumed she was named his second in command.

Glancing to his right and left, he saw Ruby and Yang were grinning at him widely, Yang also looking at her younger sister proudly. Weiss and Blake on the other hand were looking at him in in fear, with a great deal of hatred, anger, and jealousy on Weiss' part. This was going to be a long four years.