AN: This will be the last update of this story for a little while as I'm working on getting some designs made for the armor and weapons of the different characters (as well as fleshing some things out for myself in regards to the story). Any suggestions people have of what sort of equipment they want the group to use would be greatly appreciated as I only have things for Harry, Jaune, and Ren. I haven't been able to think of items for Ruby, Yang, and Nora so suggestions in a review please.

AN2: For Ren's semblance I have four options that you can vote for in a review.

1. Short ranged teleportation (works for his marital arts fighting style)

2. intangibility (also works for martial arts fighting style)

3. 'Aura roar' (think the ghostly wail from Danny Phantom. I would just find it ironic that the usually silent Ren would have a roar attack semblance)

4. A 'Hulk form', would not be to the levels of the Marvel Hulk but same concept for strength increasing and activation (also for irony)

AN3: Also something I want you to vote on is in regards to the Omake about Draco in the last chapter. Would you all rather I continue that in just a series of Omake here and there at the end of these chapters or have it be its own spin off story?

A Grimm Huntsman

Chapter 11

-Harry-

"We've got a problem." Jaune groaned as they all crashed in the living room of their dorm, a collection of expansion charms and transfiguration spells giving them each their own decently sized bedroom as well as a good size living room.

"How bad?" Yang asked from the beanbag chair she was laid back in, the blonde idly tossing a hacky sack up in the air repeatedly.

"Pretty bad." Ruby added, crashing onto the couch next to him while Jaune flopped in a chair "We have a lot of good ideas to make some equipment so Jaune and Harry can work as well as upgrades and new 'toys' for the rest of us but we don't have the Lien to make any of it happen."

"Oh…that bad." Yang groaned, the blonde having been eager to get something to help her more dangerous in a fight.

"Does this mean no toys?" Nora asked pitifully from the hammock Ren had made for her.

"Don't worry Nora." He calmed the hyperactive Valkyrie "I saw this problem coming and I've been coming up with solutions. We just need to make some scratch to get us started. Once Jaune gets that machine of his built and patented things will be easier."

"So what kind of ideas are we talkin about Hot Shot?" Yang asked, raising an eyebrow in his direction.

"There are different things for each of us to do." He explained as he pulled out a stack of small files. "Yang," he tossed one at her "here is a list of several street races where you can race that motorcycle of yours and win some money that way. The folder is divided into ones that are legal and ones that are…less so."

"Me and Bumblebee get to play?" Yang asked eagerly as she flipped through the folder "I like this plan."

"Jaune." He pulled out the second file "You mentioned before that you learned how to dance from your sisters and enjoyed it, these are a couple dance competitions that are going to happen in Vale over the next couple weeks."

"I can handle that." Jaune nodded, taking the folder.

"Nora." Her file was noticeably smaller "There's a construction company that is in a bit of a pickle. Their only wrecking ball to knock down old buildings got damaged and it will take a while to repair. I figured you could use that hammer of yours to knock down the buildings and get a payday out of it."

Nora just cackled as she looked at who to contact in the file.

"Ren," he tossed a decently thick folder to the silent marital artist "there are several chess and scrabble tournaments that I think you could do well in."

"I will endeavor to succeed." Ren said with a small smile.

"What about me?" Ruby asked eagerly, bouncing up and down in her spot next to him.

Chuckling he handed her one, "Cookie baking contest Little Red. I figured anyone who loves cookies as much as you do probably knows how to make em."

"I need to practice!" Ruby exclaimed wide eyed, grabbing the file and rushing off to the student kitchen.

"And what about you?" Jaune asked him as the rest of the Squad looked at him curiously.

Reaching into his pocket he pulled out something he had brought with him from his world, a tiny bottle of golden liquid, "My people had several tricks, one of them being potions. This one…increases luck. There's a poker game that a lot of major players in the underground go to. I was able to get a seat in the next game by repairing the bar of an info dealer named 'Junior'…he also says that if I keep Yang from entering his club again he can get me a seat whenever I want."

"That was one wild night." Yang grinned happily as she thought about the destruction of the bar he had heard about.

"One problem," Jaune pointed out "won't those 'major players' get pissed when you clean em out?"

"Oh, they'll be pissed," he agreed "but a lot of these major players are so because they were able to run an underground business, not because they could fight. If I need to I'll just go dragon on their asses."

"So when's the game?" Yang asked, the group calmed about the danger of what he was doing.

"Tonight," he answered "I'd actually better start getting ready." As he walked to go take a shower he thought about what else he had brought with him from his home world. It had started after his fifth year when he had truly stopped trusting the Ministry and was worried about them trying something against him. Because of that on the first chance he got he snuck out to Diagon Alley and bought a trunk that was larger on the inside that it was on the outside and was even enchanted to be indestructible, as light as a feather, and able to shrink between full size and small enough to fit into his pocket. Once he got it he kept almost everything he owned stored inside and stashed in his pocket at all times.

The day after he turned seventeen, and a few days before Bill and Fleur's wedding, he had gone to Gringotts. The goblins were assholes, like they always were, and he had decided he had enough of it so he emptied the entirety of the Potter and Black vaults into the second compartment of the three compartment chest. It had been rather amusing seeing the Goblins looked horrified and furious at the loss of so much gold and treasure. He would have used that money to fund the group's projects but the Goblins enchanted the gold so that nobody could melt down the galleons or damage them. The enchantments were fading now that he was in Remnant but they wouldn't be gone for several years.

Finishing up with his shower he got dressed, putting on black slacks, a silver button up shirt, and a black leather jacket with some shined shoes, all of it topped off with a silver briefcase that had several thousand in Lien from Junior so he could actually gamble in the game. He looked good enough to go to the poker game and just needed a ride. Pulling out the Felix Felicis he downed the twelve-hour dose shaking his head as he felt the potion rush through his system.

Walking back outside he saw the rest of the group still flipping through the folders he left them, "Yo, Yang," he called out "can I borrow Bumblebee?"

"Can you drive her without crashing?" Yang shot back but pulled out the keys anyway.

"Yeah, got taught how to handle a motorcycle a while back." He assured her, remembering Sirius teaching him how to ride one during his fifth year using an extremely expanded room in Grimmuald place.

"Then fine, just don't crash her and be sure to fill up the tank on your way back." Yang nodded, throwing the keys at him as he walked out the door, grabbing Bumblebee from the Beacon garage as he loaded it onto a transport Bullhead and flew down to Vale. It took about half an hour after he landed to reach the part of town where the game was.

Getting to the metal door hidden away at the back of an alley he wrapped his knuckles on it three times, causing a small eye hole to slide open, "Invite?" a voice demanded from the other side as he poked it through the hole and, after a moment, he heard "Alright, you're good." As the sound of several locks unbolting echoed out through the alley and he was let in.

Following the doorman down a dizzying maze of tunnels he eventually got to a room with a single table and four men sitting around it, all of whom he recognized from Ozpin's database. There was a loan shark, a drug boss, the leader of an underground mercenary group, and a thief. None of these men had even gotten caught but almost everyone in vale 'knew' who they were.

"So," the loan shark said with a raised eyebrow "you're the new blood that Junior called in his favor to get a seat for. How'd you pull that off dragon boy?"

Not even fazed that they knew who he was, word of someone who could turn into a dragon had no chance of staying secret, he sat down in the last empty seat "Simple, he owed me a favor. Now, are we here to gamble or are we here to gossip?"

"I like this guy." The thief said with a smirk, shuffling up the deck "let's start."

It was a nightmare for the four criminals he was going up against. With the help of the Felix Felicis, sadly the last of the batch he had before coming over, he was able to begin clearing the four men out. Not all at once, didn't want them to get suspicions, and he even lost a few hands. But in the end, they were all out of the cash they brought.

"Well gentlemen," he said as he put all of his new money into a duffel bag to help carry it all "it's been a pleasure. Maybe I'll join you again sometime." Although there was no way he would do so without making more liquid luck.

"Perhaps." The Mercenary said slowly, all of them giving him a look of wary respect and irritation. He had damaged their pride and he knew they would invite him back eventually to try and clear him out like he had them.

Getting back to beacon he walked back to his dorm room and saw that the rest of the squad had been waiting up for him. "So how'd it go?" Yang asked while Ruby rushed over to make sure he wasn't hurt.

In response he unzipped the duffle and dumped the massive amount of Lien onto the coffee table and floor as the jaws of his…friends, dropped. "I think it went rather well." He answered calmly as the last Lien card fell out.