RWBY: The Unknown Sibling

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XXVI

"Hands in the air." Demanded one of the Atlesian Guards.

"Don't do it Damania." Harry instructed, there hands had not moved in the slightest.

"Your compliance is demanded."

"Your orders can go up your arse. Why should I. Why should WE, have to pay whatever price to keep quiet about the destruction of a synthetic human! Something that I'm sure goes against several different treaties and could be construed as potential sabotage and spying." Harry retorted.

The guns lifted "We are here under orders…"

"Because you…" Harry was cut off as one of the security agents had crept around the back and had kicked him in the back of the leg sending him to the floor and his hands into the air. "Damania, DO NOT get involved." Harry spun, his foot going for the ankle which evidently missed but the guard then felt agonising pain erupt from his chest as Harry, slammed a hardened fist made out of Earth dust shattering ribs and bone.

(Qrow et al.)

Four Atlesian Knights were barricading the way into the arena. Adam smirked, Neville popped his neck and Nanuuk snarled. As durable as the Knights were, with the intention of being stronger than an average human…Yeah, being hit by the equivalent of a rampaging bull, a polar bear and Neville who resembled a brick outhouse.

The two huntsmen and three trainees rushed into the arena, in time to see Harry flatten one security officer, his power fluctuate. "Enough!" Qrow snapped getting into Harry's face.

(Normal)

"Those…"

"I get it. I get it. But you flaring up and beating the shit out of the sec…invasion force IS NOT a good idea. I get it, I get your team's style of 'get the job done, fuck the negativity and then use said negativity to get more effective shit done'. I get it. But you wanna be huntsman? It's not all about the fighting and raging against idiosyncratic, stupid and moronic folks in charge. Sometimes it's swallowing your pride and ego and just simply complying and let shit happen."

"So you're saying I should ACCEPT THIS…"

"Kid, you did technically kill someone. Synthetic humanoid they may be, no-one knew about it…"

"Fuck this. I'm going, I'm dropping out the tournament. I'll head to my dorm and await the reaming I'm going to get from Ozpin."

Summer chuckled "You're definitely your father's son. Although Ironwood…"

"Can suck Absolution, mum. I will not, can not and shall not say a damn thing to him…I'm following your advice but who I am, the shitstorm I've endured and will continue to endure will not allow me to bow down to him."

Summer and Qrow nodded as they then frog-marched their son out of the arena. True to their words they did take him back to the dorms but not before buying him food and congratulating him on how well HAND had done in the tournament.

They were joined by the rest of HAND "This sucks man."

"It's politics. Believe me when I say, this…the shit we're going to receive due to the fact that I run with you guys well ours will be minor compared to what Atlas has done."

"Harry, I'm worried…Like exceptionally worried." Damania stated. Summer and Qrow cocked their heads, they knew that HAND operated somewhat differently to other teams.

"How so? Remember what I said when we became a team? Or if I didn't say it I should have?"

"Being open and honest with one another? Our individual troubles are ours as a group. Adam's faults are Our faults, Nanuuk's determination to succeed is Our determination to succeed, My moral compass is Our compass and your…flair for destruction and drive to show that Huntspersonel should aspire to be more is Our flair. That is an exceptionally bad introduction and summary of us. Anyway, your reckless and brazen pace, I fear is going to put you in either danger or in the ground…I'm worried that in your willingness to fight the 'Good Fight' it's going to burn everyone around us. I'm concerned that your desire to burn out bright will burn the world leaving the survivors to live in a world of ash. I know I sound vaguely poetic and philosophical but it's the truth."

Adam and Nanuuk nodded "Harry, we work with you because of you're magnetic personality and understated ability to have us do our best. We work because we're broken, we've cashed in on our separate broken problems to become something greater…If you say something like 'Speed Force' I AM going to punch you…We; Blake and I, we were part of the White Fang and then in part of some of the more extreme and zealous factions. Harry, your ideology would inspire even more Faunus if you were one…Just…"

"Calm down, take a minute. Act less and think more…I appreciate it. I appreciate you being level with me."

"You're hiding something. You look like you're sitting on several bombshells."

Harry sighed "I am…Okay, I'll tell you what I can but there are others who have brought me into their confidence. Until mine or their passing, or they give me the permission I can't say."

"But you're going to insinuate." Adam said.

"Harry, you're treading dodgy ground." Qrow rumbled.

"What's going to happen? Me die? Lose my semblance? Death and I, are dance partners since I were twelve months old. Death's the stalker that follows me everywhere, always the shadow in the corner. The final lover I will ever have. Life's absurd, death's the final word." Harry finished with a smirk.

Everyone shut their mouths as Harry began to speak. He informed them that the Maiden and Wizard story was the best bet to explain some of the bullshit in the world. Finally, he told them to look for the 'Two Brothers' mythology. HAND were pale "Is this normal?"

"Yup. Remember you guys wanted to help."

"We do. We still do."

"Then let's get back to the dorms and genuinely behave." Harry said.

"No mayhem? Not even insulting CRDL? Are you alright."

Harry grinned at them "Yes, I am…I…I don't want to go on this mission I've been contracted on."

"YOU'VE GOT A MISSION!"

Harry sighed and began to divulge. As he was about reveal just how much of shell of a human he was being Adam grabbed him by the shoulders, as they reached the dorm room and pushed him into a chair.

"Listen, it smells of a double cross. Harry, if we've learnt anything about you, you're at your peak when the odds are stacked against you. We, expect you to lie, thieve, cheat, backstab, stab, hack, slash and just plain boot everything and everyone down to get back here." Adam growled.

Harry nodded "You lot keep doing what we're doing and with everything hopefully not going to plan, I can turn you loose where I'm doing my job."

"You must really hate it there…"

"My family ends up getting killed by them. Yet they 'mourn their death' and do fuck all about it…I'd rather kill every single last one of them."

Nanuuk pulled out a laptop and Damania got the projector up and promptly went scavaging through the piles of cogs, gears, axels, wetstones and storage casing and came out with a triumphant yell, she had found Harry's Filmdrives! "We have beer, we have films…"

"Still got 4 Seasons of Departed…"

With that the most insane team in Beacon's First Year, collapsed onto couches and chairs intent to view the rest of the festival. With only the highlights coming through on their scrolls.

(Ruby)

"I need to get help! I really need to get help! Something's up." She babbled senselessly to herself. Mercury, had been shot by her sister just now! Yang had been arrested! But yet he was walking around fine.

(Just after Harry explosion and Ruby Paragraph)

The next match had been a bloody one. There had been three competitors but at some point, during the match one of them had been killed. No-one had realised until an illusion had been dropped revealing Yang's hand was covered in blood and Mercury had been smirking.

Yang still unaware of it had then become aware. The Atlesian Knights had rushed in and this time had surrounded her. Yang, short-tempered she might be; but she knew one thing…She wasn't quick enough to dodge all of the bullets.

What happened next occurred in a blur, she vaguely remembered General Ironwood berating her for killing the student. She also vaguely remembered that Ironwood would with the help of Ozpin, sweep it under the rug.

She just about remembered Harry coming in and hugging her and providing her a shoulder and ear to listen to. "Yang, listen…shit happens. Semblances happen; I can almost guarantee that we'll run into the asshole who caused this."

"We will?"

"You're my blood. You're my cousin. You're on my sister's team…My sister is just as big a trouble magnet as I am…Have faith in that."

"Except she doesn't cause as much collateral or international diplomatic fallouts."

"The first is debateable, I'm pretty sure it was Ruby who wrecked the train…As for the second, give her a few years and a significant other."

"You're an absolute twat." Yang replied through a bout of giggles.

"I've never confessed that I'm not. In fact…"

"Harry's not confessed or admitted to being tonnes of things." Adam commented with a shit-eating grin on his face. HAND never really got to pin the shit-eating grin on their faces at their Leader's expense for fear of retribution but in these cases Harry chose not to retaliate.

(On Command Ship)

Arthur Watts smirked as he walked into the command rooms. Locked out of Atlaseian Systems he may well be. But Watts smirked, to himself, his father had created the system that Atlas used for their machines and engineering. It'd take more than a few badly integrated firewalls to keep him out!

Getting onto the ship was easy, as was cloning his nephew's Atlas Military card. Watts sighed, his grudge with Atlas was his own. He knew he should not and had told himself he would not drag his remaining family into his vendetta. "Family and Personal vendetta's should never mix. Percival, I apologise for what may happen to you, but the needs must." He thought.

The security bots let him in "Who are you?"

"Chief Security Commander Galahad Watts of Atlas Security. Here on recommendation and hiring of one Lieutenant Percival Watts, acting as a consultant and security check for the Military Airfleet positioned above Vale for the duration of the Vytal Festival."

The security cleared him, he knew it would, he walked in and headed over to the main command system. He pulled out his scroll, inserted it into the available access slot. This was too easy, the operational scynchronising password appeared and Watts smirked as he began to speak and type "Charlie Oscar Romeo Romeo Uniform Papa Tango, Tango Alpha Kilo Echo Oscar Victor Echo Romeo."

The password turned green, the scroll synchronised and the code appeared. Arthur performed his routine check, and kept an eye on the update timer. He now had to merely stall until…The scroll chirped, 100% his deed was done.

He smirked, Harry Branwen was once again to be proven right and catastrophically wrong. "Harry, you are such an unknowing tool for my Employer's machinations; in your black and white with slight shades of grey when it comes to study and innovation. Alas, you could be a terrifying adversary to Her Grace Salem. Your unpredictability to rival Tyrian, your determination and sheer grit to meet Hazel in one on one combat, a determination to surpass your limits which could be described as a near arrogance on par with Cinder…and I see a shade of myself in you…I wanted to illuminate the world; but my work, my earliest project which you effortlessly destroyed…I never wanted to that! To make synthetic warriors! I wanted to help those who had not a chance to experience what we experienced. I suppose, this is an interesting experiment." Watts flicked a few switches and left.

"Now, the finale. It is your move Mr. Branwen; what are you to do?"

(Salem's Fortress)

Salem watched, her pieces were in place. As were the radical factions of the White Fang. Her Grimm summoning portals were in place, a few were stashed into acquired Bulkheads.

As her plans were moving ahead to acquire the Relic of Choice, hidden in the depths of Beacon, only to be removed by the Fall Maiden…Cinder.

Her senses prickled, she spun as thick black bubbling primal magic appeared in her hands as a tall, skeletally pale, bald reptilian man appeared in front of her. She almost turned her stomach at his noseless face and glittering red eyes.

"You are Salem?"

"Who…are you?" Salem replied, not revealing that this stranger already knew her name.

"You can call me, Lord Voldemort…" Voldemort replied with a sharklike grin.

Salem composed herself "What do you want Voldemort? I do not address you as 'Lord' for I can clearly tell you are not one. What do you want? What brings you to my feet? Granted the latter is most curious, it is this curiosity that keeps me from smiting you."

Voldemort smirked "Our worlds were once one, you have most recently noticed a boy marble of skin, green of eye and raven black hair and a brightly dressed old man."

"What concern are they to me and you?"

"I want them dead. Only the boy, Hadrian Potter is to die by my hand…It has been foretold by prophecy…"

Salem had to bite back a scoff "Prophecy is magic of fools and drunkards. Any practitioner worth their salt should know not to put stock in them. As Ozpin would say 'When reading prophecy, best be blind drunk or out of ones mind for they only twist the mind and make the infallible fallible, seeing men blind and the insanest of man madder still.'"

"I see you know of them."

"Enough to know not to put stock in them…if the reason you look so, haggard is because of your attempt to avoid it. Did you perchance hear the entirety of it?"

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies."

Salem had to bite back a smirk and a chuckle "You've heard a snippet."

"A spy reported it."

"You have heard a second or third hand account of a prophecy and I assume took precautions resulting in this? Have you not considered that born, as in to give birth could have been misheard as borne, as in to convey?"

Voldemort stopped momentarily to think "It matters not, for no matter what was said, you went and marked this Harry Potter turning him into your equal…You want his protector dead and him brought to you…However, I also want him dead but as of this point he serves as a purpose and a thorn."

"How…"

"He is allowing me and my forces to get work done in Atlas and Mantle…"

Voldemort paused "I hate doing this but needs must. I propose an alliance…"

The doors to Salem's conference room opened and Hazel entered "Pardon the interruption…This can wait."

"No, Hazel…This is unlike you. What is it?" Salem asked a distinctive dangerous undertone evident.

"Watts, has made contact. He's in and he's succeeded his task. White Fang Cells are moving…With the Grimm as I instructed."

"That is most spectacular news Hazel. You and Arthur are most effective when you are able to work together. Have you ordered the attack?"

"No ma'am…Not our place. We did not agree enough to organise the attack."

Salem nodded "Voldemort, I shall contact you soon enough to discuss a potential arrangement. Know this you and I are very different in the term of managing our subordinates and in punishment of failure."

With a wave of her hand the connection was cut.

"Now, Hazel please allow me to speak with our good Doctor." Hazel did so.

"Doctor Watts, from what Hazel told me the pair of you organised everything but did not order the attack. Why?"

"My Lady, Hazel and I could not agree on when to attack." Arthur explained succinctly. Out of Salem's circle, Arthur and Hazel worked well together due to a mutual respect but it was this unfamiliarity of working together that resulted in this current predicament.

Salem nodded "Launch the attack now! Cinder should have done her part by now in awakening my pet."

"Arthur, use your initiative…I have another goal to achieve." Hazel rumbled, before nodding to Salem and thumped out of the room.

(Vytal Stadium, Vale and Beacon)

The electronics turned red and several boarding ships landed unloading White Fang Terrorists and Grimm into the locations and pandemonium ensued.

(HAND, RWBY, JNPR and anyone else I've either forgotten or not named)

Everyone looked at one another in their respective locations as the screams, alarms and gunfire suddenly erupted.

(HAND)

"To the fight, Harry?"
"Aye. Kick ass and chew gum but we're out of gum. Also, I'm authorising FDMJ." Harry instructed as Ozpin messaged him with the order.

(NIKL)

"Get the civilians out. Get our weapons…Do what is needed."

(Wizards)

"We must lend our assistance." Dumbledore ordered.

And across the campus, the city and the floating festival plaza the battle was joined.