AN: Hello, again. I have to say this is a surprisingly long chapter. I have the next two written because due to my worrying about inconsistencies I keep two a chapter buffer so it is less embarrassing compared to if I did something like that and had to go back and change it. For example, I had decided to use an altered AU version of the person getting introduced this chapter and had gotten it from somebody else's story, and I did try to contact them but oh well, and I had written most of the chapter and decided to look back through the story. I had forgotten about multiple of their AU characteristic so I had to go back through and re-write it with those characteristics in mind. I also did not put in the nice line breaks because I posted it from mobile and I just got some time to go back through with a much finer tooth comb.
Waking up was an absolute chore for me. My head was aching up a storm and was not letting me any more rest. Though in sheer desperation to get away from the headache I rolled over on my side. Not feeling any better I groaned my frustration only to get an immediate soothing feeling wash over me. Moaning my relief at the loss of my headache, I cuddled into my pillow.
That lasted until I remembered what had transpired recently. I immediately shot up and began inspecting my arms. Even with being in unbearable pain, my training allowing me to catalog my injuries. With all the injuries I had suffered I should not have been waking up with a mild headache, at the minimum I should be waking up with between moderate and severe pain. I know the level of stress the body can take and how long it takes to heal from it.
That does not even take into account the place I woke up in. The room appeared to be the inside of a field rectangular medical tent with two rows of sickbeds with me on the end of one of the rows next to the tent wall at the end away from the only entrance at the front of the tent; tho the sides appeared too thick to allow the airflow required in a medical tent to help speed along the healing process and to prevent airborne sickness from lingering by the wounded. Having been trained as a huntress my class had been taken from the classroom to a village recovering from a Grimm attack. They had worked under the head doctor there, so it was safe to say I had become well acquainted with the inside of a medical tent. Then again my, honestly abusive, training regimen had already done that.
When I decided to be a huntress, I knew I could not depend on my semblance to give my strikes their force, unlike my sister, and due to this, I had created a training regimen to increase my natural abilities till I was able to use my chosen fighting style without using my semblance. With the help of my Uncle Qrow, I had developed my training regimen to the point that even elite huntsmen would find it impressive, most could still do it but they could have only done it after graduating. The Regimen was threefold; the first part enhanced the muscles directly, with physical training; the second was mental training, consisting of solving puzzles, advanced mathematics courses, general studies, advanced physics courses, and meditation; the final part was aural enhancement, consisting of meditation techniques to increase aura volume, techniques for physical enhancement via aura, and finer aura control.
Starting this regimen two years before combat school allowed me to power through the classes. The only class I took on the regular schedule was history, taught by my father, and that was simply because I did not think the past was something to be breezed through. And even with that class, I was more of a student aid than a student. So it was not all that surprising for me when Ozpin had asked if I wanted to come to Beacon early, the main reason why Glenda was against me coming was she did not like children becoming the soldiers that huntsmen are. In fact, Glenda was one of the teachers that decided to offer extracurricular help to Miss Rose and often used her semblance to enhance the young Rose's training, whether it be in the ring or in the gym, by restricting her movement.
The sound of moving fabric broke me from my musing. Wiping my head to the tent flap I saw a person enter wearing what appeared to be a black skintight bodysuit covered with light body armor with what looked like docking locations for heavier armor additions. The face was covered with a mask so I was unable to tell male or female, but the mask was shaped to look similar to a bulldog. To say the least, it was intimidating.
The person, having been looking at a clipboard, glanced up and saw me staring at them and started moving towards me. Still being wary of my remarkable recovery, I shifted myself to be in a more defensible position while taking care of not stressing any injuries I may still have. Coming to the foot of the bed he takes turns looking to clipboard and myself and after a half-minute of this, he finally spoke.
"I keep on getting surprised at the abilities of aura." He says in a deep and metallic voice. 'He must be using a voice modulator' I think.
"Your wounds should have kept you asleep for a couple more days at least, even with the potions I gave you." He states, seeming to stare at me by the way his head does not shift away from me.
"My teachers always said I was a fast healer." I say hesitantly, not feeling quite safe with this unknown.
"So, Miss; How did you get so beaten and so far away from the village?" He asks.
"I'm not telling because I have no clue who you are." I say defiantly.
"Oh, sorry. I completely forgot about that." He a says as he ducks and rubs the back of the helmet before his helmet retracts down to rest in a ring around his neck revealing a handsome, chiseled face with flowing black hair that extended to about the middle of his back. 'How did he fit in that helmet?' I think as he reaches out to shake my hand.
"I'm Harry Potter, pleased to meet you." He says with a smile.
I shake his hand. "Ruby Rose."
He stills at this. "Daughter of Summer Rose?" He says hesitantly, seeming to hope against all hope.
"Yes, did you know my mom?"
He collapses in a chair next to the bed that I hadn't noticed before. "He. Yea, I knew your mom. Must have been longer than I had thought."
At my confused expression, he elaborates. "I knew your mom very well. Sadly I was unable to be at your birth due to complications with the job. Tell me, what do you know about your family?"
"I know my dad, mom, uncle and his sister were on a team together. They were seen as hunter legends. My sister's mom and my dad got together and had my sister... and her mother left shortly after her birth. Then after that bad break up mom and dad got together and had me. Uncle Qrow and my sister's mother came from a bandit tribe. And that's about it."
Harry sighs and leans forward in his chair. "Most of that is right. However, it was not your dad and Summer that had you. And your biological father was not on the team."
"What! No, you must be wrong, dad would never be wrong."
"Taiyang was right when he said your mother came to live with him. I had told her if I were to disappear for a year to go to Tie's." He said before lifting his head up.
"Ruby, I am your Father."
I blinked, twice, before curling up on myself.
Harry POV
I sigh as I leave my daughter to process what I have laid on her. 'With how hard she is taking this, I am glad that I held back on all the information.'
'Hmmm.'
Thinking about what was revealed to me about her home life, very much disliking the, essentially, slight against me, I decided to take a small visit to an old friend. With a twist and a pop, I appear in front of my friend's home.
I admire the small meadow it resides in with its lush green foliage and homey atmosphere for a good minute to make sure I don't kill him. After calming down I approach the door. The door is a nice oak wood door; sturdy, strong, and about damaged beyond repair.
My knock, if you could call it that, destroys the upper half of the door. The act is nowhere near silent and soon I find the man of the house staggering towards me. 'He is drunk.' I think.
"What the *HIC* FUCK! Are you doing here."
"Why the fuck are you drunk?" I ask in exasperation.
"I just learned MY daughter died. Not even from my other daughter. No, I had to learn this from the headmaster."
"You are talking about my daughter right?"
"You lost your right when you left them years ago."
"She knew why I had to. At least she didn't leave me because I wouldn't take charge. In any case, you lost your right when you lied to her." I say with a hard glare on my face. "You might have a chance but honestly, we both have a lot to work on."
I turn and pop back to my room in the wizarding tent.
Ruby PoV:
After my whole world shattered yesterday, I was unable to do anything for the rest of the day. If a Boarbatusk were to enter the tent I don't think I would have noticed. I only had broken out of my grief when I needed to eat and even then I was still in a daze. I didn't notice when whoever brought my meal or when they left.
Now I finally have gotten myself to gather so I can do something to take my mind of the pain of betrayal. Getting out of bed I think 'there is no better way to forget about pain than to make more pain.' And with that thought, I proceed to do my daily work out.
My team, being the late sleepers they are, they never saw me doing this and sadly now I can't do all of it because even doing this would probably worry my father. It is sort of weird how quickly my mind accepted that information. It was like I already knew and this was just my conscious acknowledgment of it. My work out starts with some intense stretches, that would make most gymnasts blush, to warm up my muscles. Then it would be a light jog around wherever I am at but to prevent my discovery, I skip to the pushup section which is doing 100 pushups per minute for as long as I can with weights, sadly I don't have those anymore; usually it is for 30 minutes but I once did it for 80 minutes. Next, I have my sit-ups, also usually weighted, which are 150 per minute for as long as I can. By this time my team usually would start getting up. The last part of my routine that I started to forgo when I entered Beacon, I would do a quick workout in the gym. Living in a house for a huntsman does have benefits like that.
'You know, I should have seen if there was a shower around here before doing that. Tho I have to say my muscles feel surprisingly good for having been in a clinic for what I assume was a prolonged stay.'
I look around the tent and notice that it must be a semi-permanent structure because otherwise there would not be a cherry-oak floor. Deciding the feeling of being fresh over-weighed the need not to worry my father, I head out of the medical tent only to be presented with a hallway with the same canvas walls and wood floor. The hall leads off to the left but just in front of me was a wooden door in a door frame. A quick peek inside shows a large library, a pleasant if weird surprise.
Most huntsmen prefer to leave their books at home and take only a couple with, due to the low chances for them to stay in one place. 'I would love to be able to take my collection with me. Sadly I doubt my team would have gone with it.' Closing the door I turn down the hallway and start walking. With the hall itself being short, it was only a couple seconds till I hit the living room which opened right off of the hall with the other side of the hall having two doors like the library and just a bit further down the hall was another flap like the one for the infirmary. Deciding to look around the main living area I enter and see a couch and a coffee table sitting in the center. On the right side is an old fashioned TV framed by two bookshelves.
"Good to see you're awake, I was about to go wake you up for breakfast." Startled, I snapped my head to my left. On that side of the room was only a half wall with two doorways. On the other side of the partition is a small kitchen and at the stove, I see my father. 'Still a little weird to call him that.' He is wearing different clothes from when I last time I saw him. Instead of the black-armored suit, he was wearing a plaid button-up long sleeve shirt, a pair of blue jeans, and a pair of black dress shoes.
The main thing that caught my interest was his left arm, well more of his absence of one. Knowing from the few experiences I've had with amputees, I know it is generally preferred to have it ignored. So I bring my mind back to his statement.
"Usually I get up a little bit earlier so this is a little late for me." 'as far as I can tell.' I think due to it being fairly difficult to tell the position of the sun in a canvas tent.
"Well, at least they taught you some good habits. I was actually letting you sleep in because of the shit storm that was yesterday. Now that I know you are feeling better I will be waking you up to join me in my early morning exercises."
I slowly walk into the kitchen area and sit at the table in the center. "You're not mad I got up so soon after waking up after my treatment in your infirmary? I would think you didn't care about me."
He started laughing at that.
"HA Ha ha... You wouldn't be awake if you were not healed... I would have kept you asleep if you weren't. The... Drugs I put you on would have healed a person not of our family in a week; our family, one day. There is no way you could have been not healed after the two days." He says as he flips two pancakes onto the tower of pancakes forming beside him.
"Drugs like that exist? How have we not... Why do hospitals exist anymore? With drugs like that, we could much more easily wage war with the Grimm!" I say as I consider the implications of such drugs existing
"Only our family have the ingredients. And no it does not use our blood. It is just I am the only one with the ingredients. You will get them as well after I have trained you up properly. I'm guessing that you did a threefold training? Well, now we are bumping it up to fourfold." He says, finishing up cooking and turning off the stove before turning around and setting a healthy stack of ten fluffy strawberry pancakes in front of me with sides of bacon and eggs and a glass of milk.
"...You do realize that the threefold means that the three parts of a person, mind; body; and soul; are being pushed to their limits? There is no fourth part of a person." I say before digging into the holy tower of fluffiness in front of me and watching him as he joins me at the table sitting with his side to the table.
"Oh... It has been a long time since I have said this." He mutters before turning to me and saying to me, with a straight face, "You're a witch, Ruby, you're a witch."
"... Is that referencing something? Are you talking about Aura?" I ask after the bite I had just put in my mouth fell out.
"Yes, and no. A similar phrase was used to 'introduce' me to magic as well and no, I am not talking about Aura." he says with a small grin on his face before continuing, "Aura is completely separate from magic, sure they interact but they don't mix all that nicely. They don't do something like explode when used on each other but using them together is highly volatile. Basically, don't try to use magic to fuel your semblance or supplement your aura by pumping it through with your aura and you should be good. When I tried to do that with your mom, I can safely say we were lucky to be alive and in one piece."
"Actual magic? Not Dust use?" I ask before slowly continuing to eat my food as I process the world-changing effects of this.
"No. Actual magic. We are from a long line of magicals, though I can safely say I am the longest-lived of all of them." He says with a sad smile.
"I am not gonna ask how old you are. Don't want to know how young we usually die. So, We have magic?" I ask, trying to comprehend this.
"Yea, the reason why you have not shown any signs of it is probably that Ozma locked it so you didn't basically shout out to the world that magic exists. People don't like what they see as different. Though I find it funny because they are using impure crystallized magic when they fight."
"Dust is magic?"
"An impure form, but yes. You, even with the blocks, probably had an affinity for Dust use. Last time I used Dust I know I did."
"Hmm, can I ask you something?" I hesitantly ask.
"Yea, what?"
"What happened to your arm? It looked like you had one yesterday."
"Oh! I lost my left arm a while back. The reason why I had a left yesterday was I had my prosthetics on so my armour would work more efficiently. Hey! Why don't I show you my arm!"
He holds out his hand and there is a flash. After the light subsides I see a pitch-black metal arm. Even with my many years of metallurgy, I could not figure out what it is made out of. The design was also odd compared to the prosthetics I have seen, rather than the bulky, primarily robotic look the arm I was seeing was almost perfectly formed to look like a regular arm with one of the only flaws is how it is perfectly smooth, like no pores at all. I gingerly pick it up from his hand and start inspecting it with my keen eye honed by years of working with machines and working on mecha-shift weapons. The metal itself is cool to the touch and very sturdy, considering even with my fully enhanced strength I was unable to bend one of the joints.
"How did you make it? And what is it made out of?" I ask as I hand it back.
"The arm is made out of nanobots which is why the skin is so smooth, and those nanobots have their shell formed by an incredibly strong metal I call Abyssium due to its unique property of being able to absorb near-infinite energy, including but not limited to kinetic energy. My suit and quite a bit of my armoury are also made out of this. Abyssium is also individually unique to its creator in that the only energy that will even affect it, outside of giving it more built-up energy, is from the entity that created it and the metal's strength is based on how strong the said entity's strength is at the time of its creation." He says after attaching it to his shoulder.
We ate the rest of our meals in silence. For me, it was mainly because I was internally geeking out over this new material. As we both got up after finishing our meal, I decided to ask something that had been bugging me for until I found out this man was my biological father.
"...So dad?"
"Yea." He responded as he took my plate and put it in a dishwasher.
"Why did you leave us?"
He sighs and then takes us into the living room where he sits us on the couch before he speaks.
"There are people that don't like our family... more specifically me, and I had to leave so our battle wouldn't kill you two. The reason why it took so long for me to get back as it took a long time to defeat them and I was helping repair after our fight."
"Were they magical?"
"Yes they were and they were also fairly close to surpassing me in power, thankfully I am much much better at magical use otherwise I might not have gotten back till you were about 500."
"500! No one can live that long! Is that a magical thing?" I ask in shock.
"Yes it is a magical thing, and you already have seen its effect. I mean why do you think you're so short? You are just developing slower. In fact, I think I was stuck basically in a 12-year-old body for like 50 years. You probably will age even slower once your magic is unlocked because your potential is so much larger than my own."
"I will be stronger than you?"
In response to my surprised question he chuckles and says, "In pure magical quantity? Eventually. In magic density? Maybe eventually. In magical knowledge? Never. By the time you would get to where I'm at in those fields I would have progressed even farther by a long while."
"So would I ever beat you in a fight?"
"Probably just due to your stamina. I know your mom was good with that, not as good as me but..."
"...Did not need to know that."
"Sorry, Not really used to talking with kids. Love them to death but not used to them."
"Have you only been with mom?"
"Of course! I would never cheat on her." He says with an almost indignant tone.
"Even after she has died."
"Even now. She should have never have gone on that mission but since Tie was being a weakling and not getting over Raven leaving him she had to provide for you guys because I didn't leave enough money to last four people for years, just you two for a year. Definitely Did not expect to be out for sixteen years." He says with a reassuring tone before reaching over and pulling me into a hug.
"Monty..."
"Ha. Well, I am here now and I am hoping to rectify my absence by helping train you to kill all the Grimm." He says after holding me for a while.
"What about me going to Beacon?"
"That school? Most of the people that come out of there are weak, at least comparatively. In any case, they don't have the resources our family does."
"You keep saying that and you haven't explained it." I say, with a very confused expression.
"Let's just say we very much have the most property and if half our wealth were to be converted to lien it would surpass the combined wealth of the Schnee Dust Company, the Royal Arc Family, the Lie family, The Nikos line, Scarlatina Forges, and the Belladonna Training camps."
"The who and what now?"
"Those families have either old money that is slowly gaining interest or had a fast-growing business that I expected to be a leading company once I got back."
"Sorry, it's just some of my friends had those names. The Arcs are Royalty. Jaune must be from a branch family not in the line of succession."
"Jaune Arc? No, he is the Heir! I remember when your mother and I were invited to his first birthday, That bouncing baby boy had one hell of a grip!"
"Jaune? Vomit Boy? He is the Prince?"
"Yes... Vomit Boy?"
"He has motion sickness."
"No, he doesn't."
"Yes, he does."
"No, he Doesn't. I checked him myself with magic, he would never have had that problem when he grew up! There is no way..." He says before getting a dark look on his face.
"...Except one. His potential was blocked. When the body's potential is blocked it can lead to them developing motion sickness..."
"You mean somebody was specifically was trying to harm Jaune? If I ever get my hands on them I'll..."
"Do nothing," I say shocking my daughter, "there won't be anything left, I won't allow the person that harmed the descendant of my best friend to live."
"Dad!"
"I know that is extreme but..."
"Dad, I was just wanting you to leave a piece of the person that harmed my best friend for me." I say with a devilish smile.
"That's my girl." He says with a smile.
End AN: Yea, Harry has a daughter.
No, it is not Pedophilia.
Just because Harry is much older than Summer does not make it pedophilia.
I already had that internal debate.
They are both consenting adults!
In any case, yea Harry is an amputee. If you want the original story I got his background from, barring some changes I made, you will find it under the name: Fate's Gift Second Chance RWBY. It is a great story, sadly it seems the account got abandoned. I might mention some of what Harry got up to since he left his original world but the story will mostly be about Ruby. What Harry did after leaving his universe is quite an adventure.
Edit: Changed a couple dialogues because of how I was writing them later.