AN: hey this is maticore. This is me giving out a announcement that I do not own properties of either RWBY nor harry potter.

Ravens flight

I have magic?

It was a heat wave going on. The temperatures had risen to absurd levels most people were having one of two reactions to it. They were either lounging outside to take advantage of the rare warm weather as much as possible or they were shying away as it was too warm.

In a small suburban location this temperature was annoying the residents as it was destroying all of their hard work in creating their flower arrangements in their gardens. These people tried to live the epitome of normal lives.

They had cookie cutter homes with small gardens, they had little cares outside of their middle class lives which consisted of their work and family. Their lives where almost disgustingly normal or this world. residing in one of these homes is the sister of Lily Potter. One Petunia Dursley.

Petunia , when she was a girl saw her sister getting doted on for her magic and grew resentful. Why not her? Why couldn't they care about her like that? Of course she knew her parents cared about her the showed that all through the year when she brought home her grades and so on. But This was MAGIC!

Invisibility cloaks, dancing tea cups and other fantastical and utterly useless items started to appear in the house. Their parents were amazed by all of the trinkets but no not petunia. She could see them for what they were. Abominations. These things where not supposed to do things like this. It was wrong, it was against nature.

It wasn't long afterwards that she left to attend university but she remembered, ohh she always remembered how compared to precious lily how little effect it had on her parents. Although she would never say so it hurt her badly.

It was years later when her perfectly normal lie started to come crashing down around her ears. Once again it was all because of her ohh so precious sister. Luckily for petunia her family was out at one of their bonding days when the door was knocked and when she answered it there was lily and a man in what could only be described as a bath robe.

It took all of petunias self control not to glare at the woman for coming to her house. For disrupting her life, Again!. That was until she started speaking. She started asking or a little girl, a daughter that she had apparently left with petunia.

At this Petunia was split, on one side she was delighted she was now essentially a better parent than her perfect sister. Although that was a low bar to be set just don't abandon your child. On the other her natural maternal instincts where worried about the child. And finally the vindictive side wanted to take advantage of the situation.

So she did all three.

Turning to the woman she derided her for abandoning her own child without knowing what would happen to them. Did she even have a garentee that she would take the child in and not just take them to a orphanage? What if a stranger took them to a orphanage? Or worse she is a girl after all for all you know she could have been raised to be working in a sex ring and that is all she knows now!

Seeing lily was thoroughly in tears now she told them to leave. Afterwards she decided to keep an eye out just in case she had been given a photograph apparently the child looked like their mother well that should make things easier.

It would be a while before she wither seen or heard anything about the girl and when she did it would not be in the manner she expected.

Xxxxx

Raven exited her rift in a street. It was a unremarkable place but for some reason it held a familiarity. When she opened her rift she dialed it toward the closest exit. Meaning the closest place that she has opened a rift before.

Despite not knowing this place her semblance depositing her on a doorstep in the middle of a street that she has never seen before was highly unusual. To make matters worse her senses of the time/space continuum allowed her to detect disruptions. She could feel the trace of her semblance being used on this spot before, she could also feel something ...different at the end of the street.

Taking her mask off and hanging it on her belt, she decided to find out where she was . The information she had recovered from the girl in that ...cultists? Room had stated that magic was real in this world but hidden as absurd as that sounded. She also had names for a few places but they meant nothing without references on where to go.

Knocking on the door of one of the houses, it had a ornate number four on the front, she kept her hand on her side-arm just in case and waited for a response. She heard footsteps from inside, deciding that she couldn't take a chance she needed information fast. So when the door opened and revealed a blonde haired woman Raven didn't give any quarter.

She was upon the woman in a instant. Grabbing her by the throat and forcing her backwards while drawing her pistol as emphasis to behave she kicked the door closed. Directing the woman into the living room and closed the blinds all the while ensuring to keep her weapon upon the woman.

"Please don't hurt my family" begged the woman. Raven just stared at her and motioned for her to sit. Upon doing so Raven holstered the gun and laid a resting hand upon her O'dachi.

"I am not going to hurt you." She replied in her usual stoic. "i just need information. I was essentially kidnapped and managed to escape." Raven explained. Causing the womans eyes to go wide. "during my escape I managed to get the names of places, none of which are familiar to me." this caused a jerky nod from the scared woman.

"if I ask you these names will you answer in all honesty about them?" at this the woman seemed to want nothing more than to just get her out of her home so it was with a relieved nod she replied with. So with that Raven listed the names of Diagon alley, Gringotts, charring cross and the leaky cauldron. Each of the successive names provoking the womans eyes to go wider.

"Your one of them aren't you?" she whispered causing Ravens eyes to narrow at the poorly disguised loathing in the tone. "explain" she demanded. "Your one of those Magic users" she responed spitting out the word magic as if it was a curse.

"i don't know" was ravens honest answer "i just know that I was in my home watching my child one moment then the next I was in a dark house surrounded by people with sticks, luckily my work is dangerous so I generally don't go anywhere unprepared so I was prepared to escape" This did not put her at ease so she decided to give the swords woman all the information she had.

This information was from Charing cross being a street in the city of london through to Gringotts being a bank run by magical creatures called goblins. The information was a wealth of intellegance.

It was night by the time that they were finished and Raven left the residence and headed to the end of the street. Upon arrival at the end of the street she heard a series of cracks behind her, not turning Raven just quick-drew her sword causing a rift to form. Just as she heard voices shouting she entered and closed it behind her.

Upon exiting she was in front of a massive marble building with golden inlaid words. Gringotts the bank of the magical world and her destination. She could only hope that nothing goes wrong during her time here.

Upon entry to the building she instantly felt the wary eyes upon her. Her hand immediately laid upon her blade ready incase the need arose to draw. She looked around and saw signs each leading to different counters there were your standard ones that would be found in almost all banks. But what peaked her interest was the sign stating 'Inheritance testing' those people that had drew her to this place seemed adamant that she was from here and the evidence was starting to support it so If she had any family or inheritance she could possibly find out. It was worth a try.

So with that Raven headed towards the office designated in the hopes of getting a test done to find out her inheritance and give her knowledge on her place in this new world. The last thing she wanted was to be stumbling around blindly. As the saying goes knowledge is power hide it well.