AN: This will be the last update to this story for a while I'm sorry to say. I want to finish the current season of RWBY to make sure there isn't anything that could drastically change my idea for how to continue on with this story.

A Grimm Huntsman

Chapter 14

-Glynda-

Sighing, Glynda ran a tired hand down her face, going through the most tedious and soul draining tasks of any professor. Grading the assignments of their students.

Many were excellent, she couldn't deny that much. One Lie Ren performed admirably in his academics, giving textbook perfect answers, as did Miss Schnee, Miss Belladonna, and Miss Nikos despite their recent trouble.

Other students, such as one Mister Potter, Mister Arc, or Miss Rose gave essays that were not only accurate but entertaining to read and from a different perspective than most that were submitted.

But many, many, more were painful to read for her as an academic and a professor. Littered with misspelled or misused words, failure to properly use grammar, not citing their sources, misunderstanding what they're writing about, or just plain making things up as they went along. The worse part though was that with every red 'X' she put through part of the paper, every sentenced she scratched out, and every D or F she was forced to put at the top of the paper it broke her heart. She hated having to fail her students but she would not give them a grade they had not earned. What twisted the knife though was how many students who got low grades would think she was just being cruel or actively trying to spite them.

She was saved from her hellish assignment by her scroll ringing. Eager for anything to distract from the soul crushing task she was performing Glynda pulled out her scroll and opened it up to see a message from Ozpin, that said only twelve words. 'Meet me in my office now, it is about the Fall semester.'

Recognizing the code that was put into place regarding Amber she stood up, grabbing her crop and her scroll as she marched at a quick pace to Ozpin's tower, locking the door behind her so that way no student would be able to alter or see the grades they or others were receiving.

Getting into the elevator she rode it up, tapping her fate impatiently, a nervous tick she had whenever she got slowed down while waiting for or trying to do something important. The second the doors opened she walked in to see that Ozpin had set up two large screens, one showing General Ironwood and the other, surprisingly, showing Qrow Branwen.

"Ah, Glynda," Ozpin said, sipping some of his tea "you're here."

"So perhaps now we can begin." Ironwood said in frustrated impatience "Your message said that this had something to do with Amber?"

"Yes," Ozpin sighed the headmaster seeming to age twenty years before her eyes at the current state of that poor girl they discussed "I had to wait until Qrow was in contact range before I could bring this up to you all. I think I know a way to possibly save her but it would need to go to a vote among the entire inner circle."

"You want to add someone else to our number," Ironwood pieced together instantly "another person to the council that protects all of remnant. But who? One of your other professors? And how could they possibly help Amber?"

"I'm wondering that too Oz," Qrow said with a frown "I know I'm not around much but last I checked neither Port nor Oobleck had the potential to heal whatever was done to Amber. Also you better make this quick, I have an important family thing you're dragging me away from."

"I promise to make this quick Qrow. And also it's because I'm not putting forward the vote about a professor…but about a student." Oz said seriously as she gasped.

"You want to bring Harry into our number?" Glynda asked in shock "We already have one alcoholic in our number."

"WHAT?!" the outraged shout came, surprisingly, from Qrow "You let one of the students, Ruby and Yang's leader! Drink enough to be…to be compared with me?!"

"He drinks for the same reason as you Qrow," Ozpin said softly "to try and drown the demons of his past."

"Be that as it may," Ironwood frowned "why would you suggest bringing some random student into our number? We need hardened warriors, not children."

"He isn't a child," Ozpin said and she could hear the heartbreak in his voice "he is…he was a child soldier and once a slave from his home."

A pin dropping would have sounded like thunder after that declaration, "Y-you mean he was just trained earlier than most to be a huntsman…right Oz?" Qrow asked desperately.

"At the age of one he was targeted by a terrorist in his home as they believed that Harry would eventually have the power to stop him. Harry survived thanks to his parents but they died in the attack and Harry got a scar on his forehead from it. After that a manipulative old bastard who ran the academy on Harry's hidden home took Harry and dumped him on the doorstep of his maternal Aunt and Uncle, at midnight in November, who hated huntsmen or anything with the powers Harry has with a deadly passion. For ten years they treated Harry as a slave, beating him, making him think his name was Freak, forcing him to live under the stairs, and giving him the barest scraps of food. When he got to the academy, which he was enrolled in at birth, he saw the headmaster their as his 'savior' but the old bastard was trying to turn Harry into a weapon. From the age of eleven onward Harry was a soldier in their war and faced constant danger, killing his first human consciously before he was even twelve and forced to see many of his friends die. He eventually defeated the terrorist but the government betrayed Harry as they couldn't control him. I've walked through his mind and can tell that he is still a good person despite all that was done to him but he is by no means a child…not anymore."

"That…that's why he drinks?" she asked in horror as Qrow was shaking and Ironwood looked ready to commit murder.

"That and to forget two important deaths…the two he saw as his brother and sister." Ozpin confirmed "Killed by the ones that Harry thought to be his closest friends. "I'm actually hoping the trip he is on right now with his unit will help him cope. She saw Qrow frown in confusion and decided to ask him later as silence once more filled the room, threatening to suffocate it.

"How could he help Amber?" James asked eventually, the sound of his metal hand scraping against itself as he clenched his fist hard enough to tear the glove from his anger audible in the background.

"Sending the files now." Ozpin said as her scroll dinged, opening to show Harry's extended file with full details on his semblance as well as a second section that was labeled classified and wouldn't open. "I'll let him choose whether or not to tell you what's in the classified section, I was only able to tell you about his past because he gave me permission should it be an important reason."

"This semblance," James breathed in awe "it's incredible! Why aren't we sending him out with a platoon of huntsmen to the Grimm badlands to start burning it down?"

"Two reasons," Ozpin said seriously "both of which are important but Harry's to tell you, not mine. But do you agree with me?"

"I think the ki-…Harry is the best shot we have to heal Amber." Qrow nodded "You have my vote."

"And mine." She said seriously with a nod "Hopefully he'll let us help him as well."

"You have my support as well old friend." James nodded, "It's good to see you being proactive. Also I'm willing to send one of my certified psychologists to help him with his traumas if you'd like. She could also act as a liaison between our schools."

"Who?" she asked as Qrow signed off, likely wanting to get back to his family.

"Winter Schnee."

"That…might not be a good idea." Ozpin sighed, sending another batch of files to James "Harry's relationship with one Weiss Schnee is…less than idea. These are the incident reports."

"I'll look over them," James promised "but the offer still stands for one of my psychologists." With that the Atlas general signed off as well.

Ozpin turned around to face her but before he could say anything she slapped her crop down onto his desk, "Now Ozpin," she growled in a dangerous voice as he began to whimper "we're going to have a talk about you keeping things from me."

"Meep."

-Death-

Frowning she sat within the hall she made in the realm she had fashioned after her 'birth', looking through the memories of the spirits of the dead to learn the history of the world she now watched over. She saw kingdoms rise and fall, villages built and burned, monsters and men live and then die. She saw it all and she didn't like what she saw. The world needed something, she knew what it needed, and she knew just who it was she could go to, to make sure the world got exactly what it needed.