Hello and welcome to, yet again, another plotbunny of mine which brings a benchmark for me, this includes my first First-Person introduction for a fic. I just realized that I have been on a Potter binge and I continue with this fic as well, oh well. So, as I state in all my posted fics we need a starting point. The point in the HP timeline will be immediately after Sirius falls into the Veil of Death and several years before the first season of the RWBY timeline, and yes there is a reason. This fic was inspired by the episode "Reveille" from NCIS and a small smidge of Burn Notice. Of course, there's going to be references as that's my bread and butter.

As for pairings, I have no friggin' idea. I'm just playing this by ear if I continue. Hell, I might even let you guys, the readers, decide on who the pairing will be with. Well so long as it is not awkward.

Rating: T-M. Why? Well for safety along with the possibility of semi-explicit scenes happening in the future.

Summary: Getting sent to another world where you don't know anyone sucks, but who's to say that life is pointless and that goals still can't be met?

Disclaimer: I own nothing other than my laptop and my copy of MS Word. RWBY belongs to Rooster Teeth productions and the late Monty Oum, may he rest in peace. Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling, Scholastic Books, and the Warner Brothers. See the foreword for the full disclaimer.

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"Talking."

'Thinking.'

"Talking through electronic means."

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Well if you're reading this that either means I'm dead and you've received a copy of my personal journal, or the guy I hired to write my story finally decided to get off his ass and started transcribing the journal. You know, my life has never been an easy one. First my parents were killed by psychopath, then I was dropped off in the dead of night on a fairly bone-chillingly cold November night on my aunt and uncle's doorstep, then I slaved away for them as their personal slave who they never fed right, and I never had any friends growing up, my fatass of a cousin saw to that. Whenever I did well in school, I was punished for making 'poor ickle Duddikins' look like the idiot he is. It wasn't until my eleventh birthday everything changed.

I learned about magic, that I was a wizard as were my parents before me. They went to a school called Hogwarts, a stupid name for a school if you ask me, for all seven years of their education during a shadow war that the non-magical populace, slangly called 'Muggles' by the magical population, didn't even notice. Personally, I think that is a little haughty as you'd think everyone would notice thousands of people dying off left and right of mysterious causes where there was no previous family history of heart attacks or heart disease, since that's what the Killing Curse did to the heart, it stops it and pushes out the soul of the one struck by it.

During my years at this school, things seemed out of place. Year one consisted of my headmaster placing a priceless artifact in the school that a mass psycho was after which, might I add, was filled with children. Then there was Missus Molly Weasley that complained about 'muggles' in a crowded train station filled with them. In my second year a killer sixty-foot-long snake starting petrifying people from Halloween to the end of the year when I killed it, however during that time the headmaster never closed down the school for the safety of the students when all of us could have been easily killed as one ghost of the girl named Moaning Myrtle was years earlier.

In my third year, my so-called murder godfather escaped one of Wizarding Europe's most secure prisons in order to kill the true traitor who betrayed my parents who were originally detained and imprisoned without a trial, but other than that it was pretty uneventful. My fourth year, and the second most hellish one, I got falsely entered in a potentially deadly, which that was what happened to one Cedric Diggory, tournament in which I had to participate in three increasingly deadly and difficult tasks of fighting off a dragon, finding someone underwater while fighting merpeople, and navigating a maze which was filled with killer creatures. It didn't get any better when I had to fight Lord Moldypants himself and with a stroke of luck, I managed to escape. No one believed me though, well outside of my group of friends that is. And that's what brought me to what I consider my 'hell year', and final year, of Hogwarts.

Why was it my 'hell year'? Well, there was the new Defense teacher named Delores Umbridge, or as we students liked to call her: Umbitch. She tortured students with illegal Blood Quills and suppressed any actual learning or knowledge outside of what was 'Ministry approved.' This forced many of us to band together to make a club to do what she should have taught us in the first place. We learned from the upperclassmen and taught the underclassmen. Two of our accomplishments were teaching the Patronus charm and learning the basics of becoming an Animagus. Some, like yours truly, learned fast becoming a full-fledged animagus by the time our club was forcefully disbanded. I told Ron and Hermione it was a bad idea to write names down on a signup sheet if we did though we should have burned it after the first meeting. Rule number one about creating a group that an agent of the government doesn't approve of: no recording of names. Unfortunately, that was our downfall as another one of the people in our group was a mole and sold us out to save their own ass.

Eventually, we were all punished with the same torture that I was subjected to with Blood Quills. All of us were mad at someone, mostly me and Hermione as we were the ones with the 'brilliant idea' of coming up with the club in the first place. Eventually, the year wound down to me leading a team into the Department of Mysteries on a whim instead of hard evidence, or even contacting my godfather to see that he was ok. In the end, I pulled a stupid, a "Harry moment" if you will, copyright pending. My godfather was taunting his sister, a psycho bitch on wheels named Bellatrix who served as Voldemort's second in command and chief torturer, and got cocky with his dodging of his sister's spells and ended up in front of a mysterious artifact known only as the Veil of Death, primarily because anyone who had gone through never returned. His sister became enraged and frustrated and threw a powerful banishing hex towards him, and I in my stupidity apparated in front of him taking the hex, but I forgot about physics and Newton's Laws of Motion; when you live in a magical society that tends to break certain laws or at least bending them into impossible ways, every day you tend to forget them. Said hex hit me, knocking me into Sirius, knocking us both into the Veil. This next part is where it gets weird.

Have you ever seen 2001: A Space Odyssey? You know the last part when the astronaut touches the monolith and it looks like he goes on the mother of all acid trips? It was sort of like that. Lots of colors and confusing imagery. I saw flashes of what could be considered alternate realities. I saw some things that looked like premonitions of the future, but not of the world I was born into. Finally, I ended up face down on asphalt in a military base and I was being surrounded by men and women with guns whose model I didn't recognize. When they instructed me to put my hands behind my head, I complied. It was then I realized two things: A) this was not Earth or England, though I wouldn't find that out for at least a few more hours. B) I had canine ears on the top of my head and a wolf-like tail. It was safe to assume that I might have freaked out which ended with me getting the butt of a rifle smashed into my face, knocking me out cold.

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When Harry opened his eyes, he was immediately blinded by a bright light above him. Then the pain of getting a rifle butt in the face hit him. He reached for his nose and found it bandaged, it was more than likely broken underneath and the pain corroborated that fact. He looked down and saw that he was handcuffed to the table in a small room. He immediately tensed up as flashes of memories from the days he spent in the cupboard under the stairs in his early years. While Harry had worked on it after his second year to where it wasn't crippling, he still had claustrophobia. Minutes seemed like hours until the door finally opened to reveal a middle-aged man with salt and pepper hair and a stern expression. "You're in some deep trouble, son," he said as he sat down at the other end of the short table. "You somehow broke into a secure military installation completely undetected. Do you know what kind of sentence that is due to a normal Atlas civilian? That's ten to fifteen years in a secure penitentiary. But for a suspected White Fang member?" He whistled, "Things aren't looking too good for you right now."

Harry didn't need to have the whistling explained at all. "B-but I didn't mean to!" he stuttered, mostly because of the size of the room.

He folded his gloved hands on the table. "Then tell me what you intended then."

"I meant to save my godfather but I got hit by... an attack and went through this artifact," technically everything Harry was saying was true but in the broadest sense.

"And this... artifact just transported you onto my base?"

"Yes."

"And where was this artifact?"

"London, England."

The man rubbed his temples. "To be frank, I don't believe you."

"I'm telling the truth!"

The man stood up and leaned over to Harry, "No you're not!"

Neither of them noticed the door opening during their shouting match. "Of course, he is, Jeremy," a second, calmer man said, causing both to look at him. He was about the same age as the one named Jeremy, he had graying hair and had a pair of glasses that sat towards the end of his nose. He had a scarf around his neck and held a cane in one hand and a tray with an ice pack and a mug in the other hand. He walked towards Harry and set the tray in front of him. "Take those cuffs off, Jeremy, we won't have a need for them."

"Yes, we do, Oz! He's White Fang!"

"No, he's not," the man named Oz replied. He then turned to Harry, "Do you know what the White Fang is?"

"A white snake tooth?" Harry replied.

"See? If he genuinely knew he would have lied instead of being confused. After all, everyone around here knows who the White Fang is."

"What is the White Fang, then?" Harry asked impatiently.

Ozpin leaned forward. "The White Fang is a terrorist organization whose roots came from the right place, but eventually devolved into senseless violence when it appeared that their voices were not heard and that they were not getting the results they wanted through peaceful means," Ozpin explained.

"That's nicer than how I would have put it," Ironwood commented.

"Quite," Ozpin agreed with his friend. "My colleague can be quite... opinionated."

"I can see that," Harry agreed as well.

"Buy my friend is not the reason that either of us is here, but you are. But I believe that I have a solution that would work for everyone."

"And what would that be?" Ironwood asked, Harry silently asked that as well.

He looked back at his old friend. "Well, you have been going on about not being able to corner the White Fang at our convenience, what better way than to have our own mole? Of course, with his permission."

Harry didn't really like the way that was phrased, it sounded like that was his only option. Before either Ozpin could continue or Ironwood could say anything more, Harry interrupted, "What would you have me do?"

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Several years later.
Vale.
Outside the Beacon grounds.

This was definitely the strangest situation that one Yang Xio-Long and Weiss Schnee found themselves in. They were speeding down busy Vale streets to catch up to someone. Someone who knew exactly where they were going. How did they get into this little mess? Well, it all started a few minutes prior.

Weiss has been riding with Yang heading back towards Beacon. She had been trying to 'enlighten' the slightly older girl to the world of makeup, designer clothing, and fine dining. However, all that Yang liked were her new designer sunglasses, she insisted on keeping her usual wardrobe. And if you asked Yang about this as well, she'd only tell you that she was a makeup minimalist and preferred clothing that was easy to move in per her fighting style. They were riding side together on Yang's bike as she insisted that no sidecar would mar her beautiful 'baby's' body. Weiss didn't like this one bit, mainly because Yang drove too fast on city streets where it was unwarranted.

She was taken out of her thoughts when she heard a motorcycle next to them rev its engine. They both turned to see a tail sticking out of leather riding attire. Said attire belonged to an androgynous person who was obviously a Faunus. They revved their bike again, holding down the brake so that it popped a wheelie slightly. Yang revved her own bike in return, playfully playing along. This was foreign to Weiss, for all she knew either Yang was challenging this person to a race or there was some kind of unwritten language between motorcycle riders. This exchange went on for a little while until the light changed to green. The figure raised the visor on their helmet to reveal something that Weiss thought she would never see again: two borderline glowing, green eyes. Her hand unconsciously floated to the scar on her cheek.

For a moment, suddenly she was back in her old mansion in Atlas being assailed by a member of the White Fang bearing green eyes and wolf-like features. It had been the same person to give her the scar she bore on her cheek. She was fighting a massive, animated knight-golem. It was keeping her on her toes. The knight had power and an uncanny amount of speed, but she was dexterous and faster by use of glyphs. The missing sword strikes left huge gouges in the solid marble floor. It took a long time, but the knight-golem was 'dead', and by that, she meant 'inoperable'. She was exhausted, the fight had gone on longer than she had expected it to. It put up an unexpectedly hard fight. As she panted, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Out of some primal instinct, she dodged out of the way. Right in time for a projectile to launch itself and crash into where she stood with frightening destruction.

Masonry and once carved stone were thrown around like low-velocity shrapnel. When she finally found look up, she saw that there was a figure perched on the balcony above her. The figure didn't say a word, but was wearing the standard White Fang mask and expected attire. But the one thing that would etch itself in her memory and haunt her dreams from that day forward was the borderline glowing green eyes behind the mask, the sound of crackling electricity from a livewire, and the smell of ozone.

Coming to her senses and realizing where she was, she shouted to Yang, "After him!"

"Woah there, Ice Princess, I didn't know you had a thing for motorcycle bad boys," Yang teased, a devilish smirk arising to her lips.

"No, not that. That Faunus was the one who attacked me in Atlas and gave me this scar!" she shouted desperately back.

Yang's expression changed from joking and prodding for more future laughs and potential blackmail, to one of pure rage. She revved her bike and without saying a word she gunned the engine. Weiss, on reflex, grabbed Yang's waist. They sped through the streets of Vale, barely keeping on the tail of the mysterious Faunus.

They zipped through alleys and streets until they were in a straightaway that stretched outside of the city. It was a major highway. The metal and stone buildings of the city gave way to the Forever Fall. Like the name implied, Forever Fall seemed to go on forever due to the uniform shape that all the trees had. Many a lost soul had been lost out here and had been eventual Grimm bait after unknowingly wandering outside the barrier. Others starved to death unable to find civilization. Luckily for them, both Weiss and Yang were following the Faunus on a lightly paved and rarely maintained road and it was easy to follow him despite the bumps and potholes. Eventually, they came to a farm literally in the middle of nowhere. It looked to have been long abandoned since around the time of the Mountain Glenn disaster. They heard the motorcycle round the back of the barn and stop.

Yang and Weiss got off Yang's bike and drew their weapons, cautious that someone led them here. They walked slowly towards the barn and close-by farmhouse. This close up, they could see how dilapidated the formerly lived-in house was. They snuck around the corner of the barn to see a motorcycle, but no Faunus. Before either of them could say anything, they heard the sound of five guns being cocked fingers on triggers.

"Drop your weapons," one male commanded.

They slowly turned around to see five members of the White Fang pointing guns at them. Yang seemed to smile at the 'challenge' they would provide. But Weiss? She felt as though something was off. Every sense she had was telling her that whatever Yang was thinking was going to get them both killed. Yang was about to act when they were called out to.

"I would do what he says if I were you," another male suggested. His voice suggested sophistication and elegance. Neither Yang nor Weiss could place the accent. "It would be a shame to waste such beauty in this world in such a brutal fashion."

Yang seemed to take offense at that. "Why should we listen to you?" she ordered.

He said nothing, but he pulled what looked like a small cylindrical device out of his pocket that was currently glowing. "The field this device gives off weakens Aura 'shielding' as it were to the point of not existing and so weak that you would feel the full effects of a single punch." He saw both of their eyes drift from the guns to the device, and Yang's slight hand movement to aim Ember Celica. "Let's try and be reasonable," he said, not in a 'please spare me' 'let's be reasonable', but in a 'don't be stupid' kind of way.

"Come on, Weiss, we can take 'em," Yang whispered. But Weiss didn't move. "Weiss?"

She was wide eyed. "Yang put down your weapon," she said as she dropped her weapon.

"What do you mean? We can take them all down before they can fire a shot!"

"Yang, that device he has is designed to do exactly what it says it does."

"How do you know this?" she asked in confusion.

"Because my father developed it for Atlas," she admitted.

Yang was aghast at the fact that Atlas would sacrifice their own men and women like that. "But it affects Atlas troops too, right?"

She shook her head. "That why they were only designed to be on a new line of Atlesian Knights for deployment into White Fang strongholds. The Knights would clear all resistance and then the fields would be dropped so that human soldiers would be able to enter."

"That's..."

"I know what it is," she snapped. "Horrible. But sometimes they're so dug in that it's impossible for any other course of action."

Yang stared down the young man with the aura suppressing device. She then looked to Weiss and sighed before dropping both of her shotgun gauntlets to the ground. Both weapons were quickly collected by the White Fang members standing near them. The young man made a hand signal and he started to walk. Both girls got barrels of weapons pressed in their backs prodding them to follow. They followed without resistance. It didn't take long until they were sitting near the rear of the farmhouse where crops had once grown but were now all weeds and long grasses. Sitting in the yard was a picnic table. He gestured to the one side and they took a seat, he took one opposite of them.

"I suppose that you are wondering why you aren't dead yet," the young man started. He took off the motorcycle helmet that thus far hid his face and features and set it on the table. There were two types of reactions from both Yang and Weiss.

From Yang, the only thought that went through her mind was, 'Damn, why do all the bad ones have to be hot?'

As for Weiss, those haunting green eyes bored into her soul like some unnatural being. They glowed with an inner power that she could not describe. She could see the hardship in them, eyes that seemed much older than they appeared. While she would never admit it, she would say that they looked like hers: opened and wizened to the harsh world in which they inhabited where monsters could rip them limb from limb. While it has never been publicly stated, her family was the social 'hot mess' of Atlas; Atlas's best-worst kept secret. The family never got along with one another and while polite in public, everyone could see that they hated each other.

"The reason why you are both alive is that you have something I want," he said while his eyes homed directly on Weiss. "More importantly, something that your father has that I want." He pulled out a map, it was obvious that it was a map of Remnant. There was a path drawn in red ink going from Atlas to Vale. It was an arrow directly pointing to the very city they were currently on the outskirts of. He then took out a Scroll and set it on top of the map and along the line three transports appeared along it.

"What is this?" Yang asked.

"A convoy," he responded.

"A convoy of what?"

He pointed to Weiss. "A convoy of a very... interesting development in Dust technology that is being brought here, and it's in one of those airships." He then looked Weiss in the eye, "And you're going to tell me which one it's on."

"And why would I do that?" Weiss spat.

"Because it was manufactured and shipped from the Schnee Dust Corporation." He pulled out a heavy chrome pistol and pointed it to Yang's head and pulled the hammer back with his finger just tracing the trigger. Close enough that if they tried something she would die and far enough away to not accidentally shoot. "And because I know more than you let on. You care for your team despite not being a leader. For without them, you are nothing," he replied. The threat was clear. "Either you tell me what I want to know, or I start putting holes into your friend. The kind that you don't walk away from unscathed."

Yang was conflicted. On one hand, she didn't want to give the White Fang an upper hand in this little guerilla war that they were waging on the rest of Humanity along with those Faunus that didn't share their worldview and would sacrifice herself to prevent that. But on the other hand, she didn't want to die. She was seventeen just coming up on eighteen. She had her entire life before her, she was just a trainee at a school for Hunters.

Weiss was also conflicted. While she shared no love for her brash teammate, they had at least worked well together and as a team as long as you could work together and accomplish a goal that is the most important for functionality. However, at the same time, she didn't want harm to come to her teammate.

Yang saw Weiss' eyes flashing from the Faunus to herself. "You can't seriously be thinking of giving him what they want?" she whispered.

"If I don't, you're dead," Weiss harshly replied in her own whisper.

"What's to say we both won't be dead?" she shot back heatedly. It was obvious that this was devolving quickly. She collected herself, well, as much as she could with her teammate still being held at gunpoint.

"Listen, this isn't the first time that I've been held hostage, just let me handle this," she hissed. She turned back to the Faunus.

"So, do we have a deal?" he asked. Weiss reluctantly nodded. "Good." He put the gun down and pressed the barrel against the Scroll where the three airship transports were lined up. "We know which one that had it the moment it took off, but since then it has been lost in a game akin to this." He pulled out three walnut shells and placed a small rubber ball under it. He moved one shell around slow enough so that it was easy enough to see where the ball was under. "Where's the ball?"

"There," Yang pointed to the one. He raised it up and showed the ball. "That wasn't so hard."

He didn't say a word and started to shuffle them once more. This time it was much faster than either of them to keep up with. It wasn't impossible, but it was very hard to keep up with and eventually the longer it went on, the harder it was for either her or Weiss to keep up with. Eventually, he stopped and they had no idea where the little rubber ball was. "Where's the ball now?"

The two girls looked to each other and Yang shrugged. Weiss on the other hand? "I don't know where it is," she admitted.

"This is my conundrum. It appears as though your father's company is smart in that regard. But there appears to be a flaw in his logic, they move in a pattern in which we haven't been able to figure out. We know that it isn't random." Weiss, at that moment, felt an air of superiority. "But of course, your father wouldn't be so stupid as to use a computer program to plan this transportation run, that can be remotely hacked by the most competent of hackers we have and then it would be exposed. Therefore, he's chosen something more personal, something close to home." He looked at Weiss in particular. "Something that only his family would know."

Weiss was in shock. 'Surely father wouldn't use the few family memories that they had like this,' she thought to herself. The Faunus saw the glistening in her eye, the thought process that was going on. He then turned on the Scroll showing a live shot of the convoy flying. It was from something relatively low to the ground. A boat perhaps? "If I tell you, will you let us go?" Weiss asked.

"Of course, so long as what you tell me is valid. I can't be held accountable for my companions' actions if you lie to us."

Weiss held off for a few moments. She could feel the eyes of the Faunus's companions staring her down. Finally, she relented. She pointed to the one in the back. "That one. By the time that they're over Forever Fall that one will be carrying the cargo you're looking for."

The Faunus turned to his men. "Go, set up the ambush," he ordered. The other faunus in the group except for one immediately left for the vehicles that were, up until now, hidden. They zipped away on ATVs and motorcycles. He then turned to the two girls. "It seems our time together has come to an end."

"So, you'll let us go then?" Yang asked hopefully.

"Indeed." He then pulled the chrome pistol and leveled it at them.

"W-wait, I thought you said you'd let us go!" Yang shouted in disbelief.

He cocked his head to the side before pulling the hammer back. "I did, but you should have chosen your wording more carefully." They looked taken aback. "Sorry you got twisted up in this scene. From where you're sitting, this must seem like an eighteen-caret run of bad luck. Truth is, the game was rigged from the start."

As he was saying this, a trio of faunus approached behind him. Before any of them could blink, the unexpected happened. The wolf Faunus turned around in a flash and fired three times, each one hitting each White Fang member in the head, killing them instantly. In the blink of an eye, three members went down like a puppet's strings were cut from above them. He then pulled out what looked like a remote detonator and flipped the switch on it before tossing it. He then picked up the Scroll and dialed a number on it.

"Targets are painted, fire at will," he said into it. The girls were still in shock to act. After all, they expected to die. Above them, three Atlesian made transports passed over them, close enough to 'touch'. The engines roared and kicked up dirt as they passed. Before any questions could be asked. Several missile launches came from the lead transport, it was definitely not a normal transport. It fired on a place somewhere in Forever Fall. A few miles off plumes of fire and the thunderous sounds of explosions. "Good riddance," he said dismissively.

"What... just happened?" Yang asked.

"I'm not sure," Weiss admitted.

"Did we just witness a double cross?"

The wolf Faunus dusted himself off and placed his gun back in its holster. He turned to them, "You're free to go."

"I... what? What just happened?" Weiss reiterated. "Who are you?"

He stood up proudly and stated, "My name is Harry Potter and I've been a mole with the White Fang for several years now." He paced as slowly above them a Bullhead approached them. "I've worked with Atlas to bring about their destruction."

"But… you're a Faunus," Weiss said while trying to process this very confusing revelation.

"And you're human, do you wish the extermination of an entire species?" he asked in turn.

"No! Of course not!" She was almost offended that he asked, but based on how she phrased the statement originally, she could see why he asked that in kind.

"And I do not wish for the extermination of the human race, something some who share my genetic disposition would have happen to you." He turned and looked at her closely. "You and I are not too different," he said as the Bullhead touched down and the doors opened. There were two Atlesian soldiers waiting who didn't even acknowledge that he was there. No sneers, no second looks, just pure and cold professionalism. The doors slid shut and the Bullhead took off leaving the two girls to mull over what just happened.

Weiss was the first of them to speak, "Let's… just go back."

"Agreed," Yang couldn't argue with that. As they walked to where Yang's 'baby' was parked, they saw that the Bullhead was flying towards a previously hidden warship that the silhouettes of the transports were covering. Both of them had a feeling that they hadn't seen the last of this boy.

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Beacon. Two days later.

Well, the girls were right. It wasn't the last they saw of the boy named Harry Potter.

He was in the same room as them dressed in an Atlas huntsman's uniform, or well, the uniform of General Ironwood's school. Yang and Weiss couldn't help but stare daggers of disbelief at him during the entirety of Professor Ozpin's speech to the group about sportsmanship and being ready to defend their homelands against the Grimm… or whatever it was that he was talking about. Neither of them was really paying attention.

As soon as it started, the speech ended. "Hey guys, are you ok?" Ruby asked the duo. They snapped out of their current funk and noticed their team leader speaking to them.

"You two are acting rather odd," Blake added. Her commentary was as straight to the point that it could be.

"No, it's just…," Yang trailed. Her eyes moved to where she last saw her quarry. "He's gone!" she exclaimed a little too loudly.

"What do you mean, 'he's gone'?" Ruby interrogated her sister. The way it looked on the outside looking in was very nonthreatening. After all, how could a cute girl like her threaten anyone?

"Uh… I mean…," she started awkwardly trying to find the right words to say.

"There!" Weiss pointed towards the doorway that led to the hallway outside. Yang sprinted off, now not caring that her sister was following along. Weiss followed behind her and following them was both Ruby and Blake.

The followed the boy as inconspicuously as possible. Eventually, to both Yang and Weiss, this felt like their chase through the city; said chase ended up with them getting cornered. Several hallways later, he ducked into a known dead end, Yang and Weiss rounded the corner to surprise their 'prey', but the hallway was empty.

"Wait, where'd he go?" Yang questioned as she tried to find one of the many rumored secret doors that Beacon was rumored to have. After all, there was no other way for him to get out of there without them seeing, right?

"I don't know…," Weiss replied just as confused.

"Will someone please explain what's going on?" Ruby asked. She was used to her sister's normal antics, but this was out of the ordinary.

"Either your sister and the Ice Queen have some crush on some boy," Blake taunted, "or-." It was then that she paused instinctively.

"Blake, what is it?" Ruby asked her fellow teammate who was fine one moment and now wasn't the next.

Her eyes were wide in shock and fear. "I smell… wolf," she replied timidly as if she was wanting to avoid what was going to happen next.

There was a haunting whistle that went on. It wasn't a wolf whistle, but it followed a tune that was just… haunting. The girls' heads snapped up to see a wolf faunus dressed in an Atlesian uniform walking on the ceiling. What was odd was that when he stepped away from the wall there was what looked like electrical discharge going from the sole of his foot into the ceiling and of course the wall when he got there. It looked like he walked normally and if it weren't for his clothing acting along with the gravity, it would have looked normal. He stepped down and by the time he reached the floor he had the entire dead end cordoned off.

He looked directly at the group of four girls. "Can I help you?" he asked. He clearly wasn't amused, but there was a glint in his eye that said otherwise. "You weren't all that subtle in following me."

"We, uh... Why were we following him again?" Ruby asked sheepishly.

It was finally then that Blake spoke up, "You, you!" She glared daggers at him. "Are you here to finish me off?"

"Finish you off? Why would I do that?" he asked.

"Because you're the White Fang's assassin!" she panic shouted.

He sighed knowing that she would not let up and two of the girls from his previous excursion were with them. So much for 'blending in'. "While I have killed and been the direct cause of death for many," he started before he scoffed, "I'm a terrible assassin. All the people that I supposedly 'killed' in the name of the White Fang? All the deserters such as yourself I was supposed to hunt and kill? Their deaths faked, identities falsified, and tracks covered up. After your defection, Adam was quite adamant in finding you. Luckily for you, he still doesn't know where you are."

Out of all of them, Ruby was the most confused, mainly because she was out of the loop. "I don't get what's going on here," she commented.

"I was a White Fang mole whole recently completed an assignment on the orders of General Ironwood," he explained. "Now, I'm just a normal student. Or, as normal as one can be." But of course, it would never be that simple.

To be continued...?

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Yeah, I'm not exactly sure where I was going with that at the end there. I kind of lost steam. Only two references in this pilot. The first was when he was speaking to the girls at the table. That was the speech at the beginning of Fallout: New Vegas that Benny gave. The whistle I imagine being the one from Kill Bill. By the way, great movie.

Now, what exactly do I want to do with this idea? No clue to be honest. It was just one of those ideas that I wanted to do that I started almost 2 years ago and finally came back around to at least attempt to finish. I'm sure that the original idea that I had for this was lost. So, I guess this one is dead from the original concept. If I do decide to continue on it, I'll have to figure out how I'll do it because there are so many fics out there involving both RWBY and Harry Potter that I don't want to do anything that they've already done because who likes to read the same repetitive things over and over again. I'm not sure if I went meta there.

TL;DR, no idea what I'm going to do with this one. Maybe I'll just let it sit on the back burner for now until I can come up with something for it.

That's all I have for now, you know where to leave feedback and ideas.

Until next time!