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–Then-
The sound of clanking silverware, chattering prepubescents, and an annoying and absurd amount of chewing, filled the expansive room, of Hogwart's Great Hall.
A fourteen year old Harry sat at a long table, of the Gryffindor House. He had a sullen look on his face, as he sat alone.
The young Wizard looked around, there seemed to be a wide-birth around him; people seemingly making an apparent attempt to keep a distance from him. Do to his...past, it was a seldom sight to see people actually want to sit near him, or even interact with the 'Cursed Kid'.
Harry blinked and flinched as he opened his eyes, causing his newly experimented to developed a form of miosis; and extensive form of pupil construction, forming into thin lines. The young wizard closed his eyes quickly, cringing in pain; the intense light suddenly blinding and nauseating him.
'I never through this was going to hurt that much.' He thought to himself. 'What would Ron say if he saw my eyes, or Sirius...or Hermione…' He asked himself, as he looked down. "They...They would understand." He muttered.
"Talking to yourself, Pot-Head?" A drawling voice insulted.
Harry frowned, as Draco stood behind him, with his cronies flanking him. "Answer." Crabbe growled out.
"What do you want, Draco?" Harry asked, as he looked back at the blonde boy.
Draco smirked in arrogance and in a form of triumph. "Finally found your tongue, Pot-Head." He commented, as he looked at Harry's sides. "Oh, what's this? By yourself again? I thought your little stunt with the Goblet would have people at least looking at you. But it seems, well...no one wants to die." He commented, causing Harry to scowl angry.
"What's this, your Parents; your two friends, the Mudblood and the Blood Traitor. And the Blood Traitor's little sister. My, oh my; that's five-for-five." Draco commented, getting chortles from the two gorillas at his side.
"Sod Off, Draco." Harry responded with a scowl.
"Heh, it's no wonder, no one wants to be your friend. You're going to wind up killing everyone. That's probably how you killed You-Know-Who; through your own curse." Draco snidely insulted. "Let's go. I wouldn't want Death to think I'm his friend, I might just drop dead." The Malfoy Heir commented to his two goons, one of which whom elbowed Harry in the back of his head, causing his glasses to fall of his face and hit the ground, the lenses shattering.
Harry glanced down at his broken glasses, before he slowly turned and looked around. Some people at the Gryffindor Table cast him nervous glances, terrified that if they interacted with him, they'd die. But at the other tables, groups of people talked...laughed, conversed and had fun.
The Wizard stared at everyone bonding, conversing…having friends. He slowly closed his eyes and furrowed his brow, before his eyes snapped open and the lines his pupils had shaped themselves into became pointed and akin to a serpents.
Harry abruptly stood up at his table and turned around, stepping on his fallen glasses as he did. 'To hell with them. I have all I need, I'll get my own friends...friends who can't die, no matter what.' Harry thought with a childish naivety.
–Now
The sun shined through a window, into a dorm room; more specifically a room of Beacon Academy. A trio of young men, one was a young man in his late teens to early twenties. Another two, were men in their mid-twenties. The final person was a petite blonde girl.
The three men wore matching outfits. They all wore black suits, lined with gold. Underneath the suits, were blue vests and white shirts, and red ties. The petite blonde girl wore a red plaid skirt, knee high black socks, a brown jacket and a white shirt underneath.
Harry had his hands on his sides, a smile on his face. At his left, as a grinning Grimmjow, and behind the two, was Madara with his eyes closed and his arms crossed.
"I love it." Harry commented, looking around their personalized room.
There were two beds in the room, one was a Queen sized bed, and the other was a twin-sized bed. The large bed was for both Harry and Nui, something the latter wouldn't shut up about getting. Grimmjow decided he'd get something luxurious. While Madara opted to just get rid of his own, having grown up sleeping on a Futon; rolling out and easily mobile beds of a thin mattress and sheet. At the moment, it was rolled up and concealed underneath Harry's bed.
A design to have a more efficient and easily navigable room. The walls were mostly bare, except for the weapon rack, which held Harry's sword, Grimmjow's Zanpakuto, and Madara's Kunai, Shuriken, and infamous Gunbai.
"I've never fucking bunked with anyone before." Grimmjow admitted, crossing his arms behind the back of his head.
"...Me neither." Harry admitted, his voice becoming a bit tense, but he smiled. "But I'm sure we can work this out." He said casually.
Madara opened an eye and cast a glance at Harry, having been the older brother to four siblings, he had a decent ability to 'read' the tension in people close to him. While he and Harry weren't super-close, they did have a pretty good relationship. In some ways, Madara saw Harry as combined younger version of himself and the closest of his brothers, Izuna. He picked up on the tension in Harry's voice moments earlier, and a part of Madara was curious as to what was the matter.
The Uchiha didn't hold any emotional attachment to Grimmjow or the strange girl that followed Harry, Harry did hold Madara's dream to a high esteem. Trying to accomplish it in a more direct and tangible way. And Madara saw it as his duty to ensure Harry's success, both of them wanting to only help the world…whether the inhabitants want them to, or not. 'I want Black-dono to be at his peak...that's it. There's nothing else…' Madara thought to himself.
"If you guys were any weaker, I'd be insulted to sleep even near you." Grimmjow commented.
"Are you upset, that I'm sleeping near my Daddy, more than I'm sleeping near you?" Nui asked cutely.
"Bitch, I don't need your crazy ass anywhere near me. You ain't hot enough to stick me dick in to." Grimmjow insulted, getting a look from Harry.
"That's uncalled for." Harry stated, getting getting an eye roll from Grimmjow.
"So sue me." Grimmjow retorted.
"Heh, I'll just let Nui chuck you into the Nevernever, an alternate dimension; where your power is meaningless, time is fluid and physics is reversed. The creatures in there would feast on your soul, and you couldn't do a thing about it." Harry said with a wicked grin.
"...And I'd do it." Nui added, her eye giving off a crimson malicious gleam.
Grimmjow was caught off guard by the rather threatening statement, he ran a hand through his blue hair and 'hmphed'. "Whatever, I just ain't into Lolis, is all." Grimmjow said, as he back pedaled.
Nui blinked a few times, as she looked down at herself. "...I'm not a Loli." She retorted, before she gave Harry a smile. "But Ruby, she might count as one! Wanna Mind-Break the Loli, Daddy!?" Nui asked cutely.
Harry rolled his eyes at the Sidhe-Human, and walked passed he and pulled a small object out of his pocket. "It's time to complete the center piece of this room." He said, as he knelt down and placed a small golf-ball sized cube on the ground.
The cube was actually a rectangular chest, in a micro-scale. Harry put the small chest on the ground and put his fingers to the sides of the object, and then pulled them apart, causing the cube to widen. He then gripped the front and back parts of the now, wide piece chest and expended it again, taking a more defined size. Being almost three feet wide and two feet long. He then put his hands on top of the deformed chest, on the handle that was on top of it, and yanked up, causing the chest to raise in height, being three feet high.
"Tsk, the fuck is that supposed to be?" Grimmjow questioned.
"It's my personal trunk, with an Extension Charm placed on it." Harry admitted, as he motioned to the three locks on the trunk. "Inside it is a...you can say it houses alternate planes, in which I can change according to my own laws." He informed, as he motioned to the first lock. "Each lock, allows me to change the primary plane that can be entered. The first one is where my mobile lab is. It's where all the stored equipment I was able to gather is located. The second lock…well, is personal for Nui." He said, not wanting to give anything away for her.
"It's my sex dungeon!" Nui happily informed. "It's where I take my Daddy, when we're really horny! I'm also keeping a special guest in there!" She added.
"...You are a very strange one." Madara commented.
"Hey, if Daddy agrees, I might let you join in." Nui said, putting her finger up and she gave Madara a pout. "But I am in control." She added, making sure her rules were known.
"I...think I'll pass." Madara said calmly, causing Nui to shrug.
"You're loss, buddy." Nui responded.
"You done?" Harry asked, looking at Nui, getting a cute nod from the girl. "And the third plane, contains my training grounds. Around ten-square kilometers of open ground, with rock formations, water-bodies, and artificial sunlight. In this place, I usually developed my powerful...explosive spells. In there, I can change the weather, the light conditions; and even the gravity. So if either of you two want to blow off some steam, and not blow our cover here; I advise you enter here." He informed, as he stood up and reached over and picked up one of Madara's Kunai. "I'm going to need a drop of both of you two's blood, to integrate into the third-locks security system, allowing you free access to the training ground. Nui, has access to all three grounds, but I don't want you bothering her to constantly open the trunk up." Harry rambled off, as he handed Madara a Kunai.
Grimmjow 'tsked' but complied, as he picked up his Zanpakuto and used it's blade to cut his finger. His weapon being the only thing that could cut his Hierro, next to Harry's own unique sword. Madara, without flinching or even reaction, cut his thumb and crew some blood.
"Good, good..." Harry said, collecting the crimson liquid, from both of his teammates.
"Ooo-oo..." Nui sounded, looking over his shoulder, her eye glinting with 'innocence'.
Harry seemed to go through a complex magical series of charms and spells, to integrate the blood into the third lock. But it didn't take to long, for the blood to fade away. "...And done." He said, as he stood up and dusted off his pants. "I guess we should head to class now." He commented.
"Augh…!" Grimmjow sounded, his shoulders dropping and his posture showing his immense displeasure.
"Suck it up, some education might do wonders on your intelligence." Madara commented, getting a side-ways glare from the Arrancar.
–
The little trip to their classes, were rather uneventful; the quartet arrived at the class room, with Grimmjow talking loudly.
"...So then I plowed me fist through that Man-Girl's, stomach and said 'See you later, Fromer Sixth Espada; how does my Cero taste', before I unleashed a cero blast in Luppi's body! It was fucking magical, it felt so good!" Grimmjow declared with revelry.
Nui tilted her head to the side and gave Grimmjow a smile. "So, if felt really good, unleashing your load into a girly looking man?" She asked, getting a glare from the Arrancar.
"Don't twist my words around, I ain't gay." Grimmjow stated firmly.
"Yes, yes; the classic 'traps aren't gay' argument. I get you, I get you." Nui said with a cute nod. "It's the current year, everyone's free to get off to what they get off. This is a kink-shame free zone. I mean, my daddy's a pseudo masochist and sadist, who gets off on me dominating him, and him dominating and hurting others. We don't judge around here." Nui admitted.
"Shut up/Shut the fuck up!" Both Harry and Grimmjow said at the same time, getting irritated at the petite blonde girl.
Nui put a hand on her cheek. "Oh no, two large, powerful men...ganging up on poor little me. Well, I guess, if I have too..." She said in a very forced submissive tone in her voice.
Harry face palmed, before it transitioned into him pinching the bridge of his nose. "Nui, Be quiet." He instructed, causing Nui's eyes to shine with mindless innocence.
"Oui Papa!" Nui replied almost mindlessly, as she responded to the order.
"...You gotta teach me how to do that." Grimmjow stated.
"It's a family secret." Harry responded casually, with a shrug.
The rest of the trip was met with silence, as they arrived at the class room. As they arrived however, four young girls barreled passed the four, the girls being the colorful members of Team RWBY.
Madara and Grimmjow were pushed aside, Nui was pushed to the ground, and Harry''s hair was blown aside at the rather comically speeds the girls were traveling at to reach the class room.
Nui grumbled, as she pushed herself off the ground; refraining from saying anything due to her Daddy's order. She raised her head, only to see Harry standing in front of her, looking down at her; before he held his hand down towards her.
A faint blush formed on the psychopathic, artificial human and she raised her hand and grabbed onto his; before he held her up.
"...You alright?" He asked, some concern in his voice.
Nui blinked a few times and a cute smile formed on her face, as she instantly stood up. "Of course, Daddy!" She admitted happily. Happy for her Daddy paying attention to her, helping her; loving her.
It wasn't long, until most of the arriving students were seated. Harry say with Nui at his right, with the rest of his team on the right of her. At his left, Yang was sitting, with her team to her left.
Yang turned her head and looked at Harry. "So, Snake-eyes, how's it like being a team leader?" She asked.
Harry shrugged uncaringly. "Nothing's really changed, I was always the leader of our little clique. So, I guess it's mostly just 'Official'." He said dryly. The idea of people placing him as the leader, was rather redundant. He placed himself as the leader, with Madara being the only person with a similar standing, just under him.
"Hmm, Ruby's...a bit...ah..." Yang trailed off, not wanting to harshly criticized her little sister.
"Working on it." Harry finished, getting a smile from the blonde.
"That's it, geez, it's like your in my head." Yang commented.
"What can I say, Firecracker. Maybe your easy to read." Harry offered casually, causing Yang to narrow her eyes at him.
"Na...that's not it." Yang commented, before she squinted her eyes at the Sorcerer. "You got a thing for me, don't ya! Don't lie! I'll know." She teased, waiting from the young man to start blushing and stammering.
Harry had his eyes closed and he shrugged. "I like you, I find you attractive; and I wouldn't mind getting close, in the mental and...physical sense." He admitted. "But you're like...seventeen, and I'm twenty-one. I wouldn't want to…" He trailed off.
"What? Take advantage of little ol' me?" Yang asked sarcastically. "Snake-Eyes, I can take care of myself. Nothing happens to me that I don't want to happen to me. And besides, we're all here; ready to end our lives to protect people from soulless monsters. We can't really think on 'what could happen in a few years', because we can die tomorrow if the Grimm attack." She commented. "If we can sign away our right to a normal life and kill monsters for the rest of our lives, we can...well..." She said, giving Harry a grin.
"…Explore carnal desires?" Harry completed, causing Yang to wink and him. "Anyway, so how is it, having to listen to your little sister?" He asked.
Yang shrugged uncaringly. "I really don't care, I like to go with the flow. You know, have fun; an adventure." She informed.
"An adventure." Harry repeated, before he smirked. "I'm sure you'll have lots of them." He admitted.
"Heh, thanks." Yang responded with a grin. "I hope you aren't to jealous if mine are better than yours." She commented.
Harry glanced down at the paper on the table before him, his wide smile faltering a bit. "I...I'm happy...if you are." He said, whispering the last part, as the image of an alternate Yang, shriveled up and dying came to his mind. "...Only if you are." He added.
"Huh?" Yang sounded, not understanding his mumbles.
Harry forced a smile and kept his eyes closed. "Nothing, just don't have too much fun without me!" He said in an energetic tone.
"No promises!" Yang responded, before an elderly male teacher walked in the room, with several rolled up posters, which he promptly began to post on the white board in front of the class.
As Professor Port did that, Harry began to write in the journal on the table before him. He had gained the 'leadership' of the White Fang through Adam, the Faunus and the White Fang had a plight in which he could easily manipulate as his own military force. They were untrained, undisciplined, and had questionable loyalties. They were enough for what he needed right now, at the moment; to cause the right amount of controlled Chaos around the planet, while he remained at Beacon. Where the interwoven destinies of the world seemed to start; his place was needed here.
'When I draw the Keeper of this reality here, into the open. It will try and stop, my team and myself with all it has. It's Eldritch Powers, it's godly amount of time alive; it might even bring people from other worlds to stop us. But when I kill it...I doubt it will have the All-Key or the Kronorium. I'm not a threat in their eyes; but after I kill it and absorb it's energy through my Nihilus Curse. They may see me as a substantial threat, and might even Hard-Reset this reality to the formation of it.' Harry thought, as he wrote in his journal.
'I need to be able to move my resources from this reality, I have to find a powerful transport. To move my followers...and move…' Harry thought, as his eyes trailed towards Yang, who was now focused on Port, who was in a monologue. The elderly man gave Yang a wink, which caused her to shift uncomfortably.
'What could possibly help me...transport…' Harry thought, as he idly drew on the paper on the table. His eyes trailed down and he looked at what he was subconsciously drawing. It looked like an elongated sea-creature, a cuttlefish or a shrimp. But a recognition and a realization hit him. "…Reapers..." He said to himself.
It was so obvious, in multiple and countless realities he created the scourge of the Reapers. A highly-advanced machine race of synthetic-organic star-ships. Who's size and destructive abilities were impressive. 'There are realities in which I created the Reapers, with there base powers and strength. But in some realities, where I have access to Asgard, Lantean and Forerunner Technology…they are the strongest vessels in their universe.' Harry thought, as he began to write down his plan.
He needed to go to an alternate reality, where he created the Reapers, while having them enhanced with Lantean, Asgard and Forerunner Technologies. And there was one such reality, where his alternate self had access to such technologies.
'I'll take only a couple of his Reapers, none of the important ones. A pair that are in the background. And with the White Fang only being a useful set of tools...they may be useful. But I can't fully trust them with my plan. Adam follows me, but I can't say that the White Fang will be so loyal. I'll need a loyal army in which I can wage war against the Keepers...No Arrancar, No Shinobi, and no Humans.' Harry thought, as he wrecked his brain for an idea of a loyal set of warriors that can fight on his own behalf, without a middle man.
An inorganic set of warriors that can be controlled by a head machine. 'Terminators?...no...Cylons. Easily manufactured, durable machine warriors, which can be produced from a Reaper. But…I'll need a sufficient AI to command them. An AI completely loyal to me…' Harry thought, as he wrote down the names, 'Nazara' and 'Harbinger'.
They were constant AIs, that were throughout his alternate realities. Harbinger, the organic hatting AI, who only wanted to please his creator. Nazara, the calm and methodical AI, who held tactics and intellect above all else…They were both useful AIs. 'Why not combine them?' Harry asked himself.
'There are realities where I leave them to their own devices, and they end up getting destroyed. I can easily pull out their AI cores of their destroyed bodies, and combine them...into a more...smaller, humanoid body.' Harry thought, before underneath both of the AI names, he wrote the word 'Ultron' underneath them, and underlined it.
"That is what you are training to become. But first: A story. A tale of a young, handsome man... Me! When I was a boy..." Port spoke.
'I'm not going to stay in this reality for too long. A Year, maybe two or three, depending on how long it takes to get the Keeper to personally attack. I was only here for a few weeks, and the Keeper sent that beast to attack my team and me. Where am I going to go after this?' He asked himself, though he supposed that wouldn't really matter.
"…Despite smelling of cabbages, my grandfather was a wise man. 'Peter', he told me…" Port trailed off, before Harry heard a giggle.
He turned his head and saw Ruby was holding up a doodle of Professor Port, with the name 'Professor Poop', written underneath the drawing. 'What a strange girl.' He thought looking at Ruby.
"Ah-heh-hem!" Port sounded, trying to get their attention again. "In the end, the Beowolf was no match for my sheer tenacity, and I returned to my village with the beast in captivity and my head held high, celebrated as a hero!" He informed, as he took a bow. "...the moral of this story?" He asked.
"A true Huntsman must be honorable!" He informed, answering his question a few moments later.
Ruby balanced an apple on a book, with a pencil in her hand, making light of Port's class, having a mocking silly face.
"A True Huntsman must be dependable!" Port added.
"A True Huntsman must be strategic, well-educated, and wise!" He informed, as Weiss glared at Ruby, who was picking her nose.
"Why is he breaking between every sentence he has?" Nui asked curiously, to herself, but was ignored by her team.
"So, who among you believes themselves to be the embodiment of these traits!?" Port questioned.
"Pfft-heh." Grimmjow chortled to himself, suppressing the laugh he had.
Weiss raised her hand angrily. "I do, Sir!" She informed.
"Well, then, let's find out!" Port spoke, as he took a step to the side and gestured behind him, to a cage, which had a pair of glowing red eyes visible from the shadows.
Weiss left the room to retrieved her weapon and change into her battle attire. 'So now we're fighting monsters in our first class...hmm...weird. What a weird class.' Harry thought to himself, as he began to idly roll his pen between his fingers.
"Go! Weiss!" Yang cheered, as she raised a fist, before she elbow Harry in the side.
"Ow, bloody...what was that for?" He muttered.
"Support." Yang said bluntly.
Weiss looked at her team out of the corner of her eye, before she caught the visage of Harry giving her a thumbs up. "Be ah, be careful, Snow Angel." He said in a charming voice.
The Heiress glanced away from him, a faint tinge of red on her cheeks. "Yeah, represent Team RWBY!" Ruby cheered on.
Weiss' eye twitched and she glared at Ruby. "Ruby! I am trying to focus!" She snapped.
"...Oh...um...sorry..." Ruby muttered quietly to herself. Harry cast a glance at the cloak-wearing teen.
"...Alright! The match, begin!" Port announced, as he broke the lock to the cage door, letting an armored, pig-like Grimm inside charge out directly towards Weiss.
Weiss used her Myrtenaster to deflect the attack and roll to the side, as the creature rolled passed her. She readied herself, while the Grimm stood a distance away, studying the girl.
"Ha-ha! Wasn't expecting that, were you?" Port commented.
"Hang in there, Weiss!" Ruby added.
Weiss sped forward, almost like she was skating on ice, toward the oncoming Boarbatusk. She thrust her blade straight at the creature's skull, but as she went to impale it; her rapier blade got trapped in the Grimm's tusks. Weiss hung onto the hilt, but the Grimm lashed about, trying to get her off.
"Bold, new approach. I like it!" Port chortled out.
"Come on, Weiss, show it who's boss!" Ruby cheered.
Weiss glared at Ruby, with the distraction letting the Grimm rip her weapon form her grip. Myrtenaster was tossed aside, letting it land far away from the girl, which she herself was knocked back by the Grimm.
"Oh-ho! Now what will you do without your weapon?" Port questioned.
Weiss noticed the Boarbatusk charge again, only to roll out of the way just in time to avoid getting trampled. Weiss rushed towards her weapon, she dropped down and slide to retrieve it.
"Weiss! Go for it's belly! There's no armor underneath..." Ruby started.
"Stop telling me what to do!" Weiss snapped angrily, glaring at the girl.
Ruby looked hurt, as she slowly sunk back into her seat. All the while, the Boarbatusk leaped into the air and rolled up into a ball, before it began to spin rapidly in the air and land on the ground. It continued to spin, grinding against the ground, before it launched itself at Weiss.
It came close and closer, but Weiss activated one of her blue-white glyphs and blocked the attack. Weiss leaped into the air changed the glyph to a black color, holing the beast in place. That was before she drove her blade upward, with the glyph changing color and letting her drive the blade into the Grimm's stomach.
It released a squeal of agony, before it fell silent.
Weiss released a sigh of relief, as she pulled her blade back.
"Bravo! Bra-vo! It appears we are in the presence of a True Huntress-In-Training!" Port announced. "I'm afraid that's all the time we have for today. Be sure to cover the assigned readings, and...stay vigilant! Class dismissed!" He informed.
"...What a short class." Nui commented curiously, looking around.
Harry shrugged, as he stood up, only to watch Weiss storm out of the room, brushing passed several people. Ruby made a sound of sad groan and quickly stood up, and went after Weiss. Harry glanced at his side and noticed Yang held a worried look on her face, something that caused the Sorcerer to scowl. He grabbed a hold of his journal and took a step back, with no one noticing his sudden disappearance.
–
Storming down a dark hallway, Weiss was scowling to herself, with Ruby managing to catch up, due to her rather quick nature.
"Weiss!" Ruby announced.
"What!?" Weiss snapped, as she turned around and glared at the girl.
"What's wrong with you? Why are you being so m..." Ruby started.
"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you? You're supposed to be a leader, and all you've been so far is a nuisance!" Weiss stated, putting a hand on her hip and glowering down towards Ruby, strange since they were almost the same height.
Ruby scoffed, a bit irritated at being insulted. "What did I do?" She questioned.
"More like, what didn't you do! You've done nothing to earn your position as leader! Back in the forest, you acted like a child! And you only continue to do so!" Weiss declared angrily.
"...W-wiess...where is all this coming from? What happened to all the talk about 'working together'? I thought you believed in acting as a team?" Ruby asked quietly.
"Not by a team led by you. I've studied and trained more, and I quite frankly deserve better." She informed, as she turned her back on Ruby.
Weiss went to walk away, only to feel a hand on her shoulder and she was turned around. Ruby was turned as well, and the two were face to face, with the pale-smiling face of a Sorcerer.
"My, oh my. What has got two out of four of my favorite girls in this school, in such a tizzy?" Harry asked curiously.
"I believe she isn't fit to be leader!" Weiss snapped, as she pointed at Ruby.
"Weiss is...she's being mean to me for no reason..." Ruby responded.
"No reason!"
"Yeah, I've been trying!"
"Not trying hard enough, in my opinion!"
"Well, no one asked..."
"I was, now be..."
"No! Don't tell me..."
"Ah, childish again!"
The two began to argue, only for Harry to glance up and sigh. "Be quiet." He instructed.
"But I'm just trying..."
"She is insuffer..."
"No, be quiet." Harry repeated.
"But/I..." The two started.
"No, no, not, nip, null, no! Know! No! Not! No!" Harry repeated over and over, until the two girls shut up.
He took a breath when he heard silence from the duo, before he motioned towards Weiss. "Tell me, why do you deserve to be leader?" He questioned.
Weiss crossed her arms. "I've been training ever since I was a little girl. I've learned history of the world, the sciences behind how the world works. I've studied the greatest of Heroes, and my skills speak for themselves." She stated, before she glared at Ruby. "Ever since I've met her, she's acted like a child!" She stated, causing Ruby to look down, hurt.
"...She isn't the only one acting like a child." Harry said bluntly, causing Weiss to turn and look at him, a glare on he face.
"What did you just say!?" She seethed out.
"I'm looking a girl, who's acting like a petulant child; throwing a tantrum because she didn't get what she wanted." Harry said dryly. "I'm not going to judge you though, Weiss. Because I don't know your past, and I don't know what's in here...or here." He said, as he pointed to his chest and his temple respectively. "But I can criticize you on your actions towards Ruby, because your actions are as equally as childish." He informed.
Weiss slowly uncrossed her arms and looked away, avoiding his face with her eyes. The fact she knew he could've called her a spoiled brat, a spoiled girl who's gotten everything she's ever wanted. But...that wasn't true; and the fact he knew he could've said such a thing, but chose not to. Instead judging her character on her actions, rather than judge her on her appearance and attitude. It struck a deeper cord in her being, then someone just judging her surface.
"You studied, your whole life it seems; Weiss. And to have that title you so wish to grasp, be within the grip of someone who's your opposite. It must be hard, it must be painful. But Ruby didn't declare herself the leader." He stated, before he looked at Ruby. "What do you think, you've listened to Weiss' problem. Now it's your turn to vent." He informed.
Ruby gripped her cloak and brought it up in front of her body, using it to hide herself. "I thought...I thought Weiss and I...were friends. That we got over our differences in the Forest. I came here, because Ozpin thought I could be a good Huntress. I know I'm young, I know I'm a dummy sometimes. I know everything I touch ends up breaking, things I do, always mess up some how. But when we met, and we became friends. I knew if I could get the person who hated me...to at least like me; I could do anything!" Ruby admitted.
"And when I became the Leader...oh geez, I felt awesome. That finally Yang wouldn't baby me anymore...and my new friend, would actually see me as an equal...instead of a child…" Ruby admitted, her voice getting a bit choked up.
Weiss turned and looked at Ruby in some surprise. "But she...but you hate me more than ever..." Ruby muttered quietly, as she looked at Weiss sadly. "...I'll do anything to make you like me again. I am a strong leader, I just want you to acknowledge me." She said in a pleading tone, Weiss looked at Ruby, before her eyes stung a bit from unshed tears. She didn't realize the pain she was putting Ruby through, being so caught up in her own head.
"You aren't a strong leader, and you don't get acknowledged because you ask." Harry said, as he walked passed the two and looked out one of the many open windows lining the hallway.
Ruby and Weiss followed him towards the window, as he looked out towards the sunset. The two looking at the beautiful canvass of reds, oranges, yellows, and violets. "Being appointed as leader, doesn't make you a good one, and it doesn't make others automatically follow and acknowledge you." He informed.
"It's not that if you become a leader, others will acknowledge and follow you. It's when you are acknowledged and others follow you, that you can become a great leader. Because, they have to trust you; you hold their lives in your hands. You can't force people to follow you. Ruby, you can become a good leader...in time. Weiss, if she's having a problem, if you see a flaw in her leadership...you can help. Because, if she fails...it isn't just her that's going to be punished...your entire team will as well." Harry advised, as he turned and looked at Weiss and Ruby. "So instead of just pulling her down, help her up, Weiss. I'm going to tell you two something that you need to hear, and I'm sure others won't tell you." He stated and took a breath.
"It doesn't matter how strong, or how skilled either of you are. What you two need to do, is become the best people you could be, instead of the best fighters. When you two know who you are, and are at peace with it. Then can you focus on other aspects of yourself. Because if you two are so fragile, that a little miss-communication will shatter you; you might as well not even pick up a blade, because your enemy has already won." He said seriously, as he turned and looked on towards the setting sun, opening his eyes and taking in the darkening sight.
"Take this from someone who's lost too many friendships. You two can have a beautiful friendship, try not to let such a petty thing tear it apart." He said. Ruby and Weiss looked at each other.
"...I'm sorry, Ruby." Weiss said, as she looked down and put a hand on her arm nervously.
"I-It's fine!" Ruby responded with a forced smile, not wanting to look weak.
"Hmm..." Harry sounded, before his tone completely shifted from a calm somber one to a more mocking one. "This is good, I'd hate to have to talk to both of you, one at a time. Now, I can talk to such cuties at once." He said jovially, both Ruby and Weiss were caught off guard, but both sported varying degrees of a blush. Ruby a more apparent one and Weiss a more smaller one. "Now head on off, you crazy kids! Enjoy your friendship, cause I sure will, Rose, Snow Angel." He said in a suggestive tone, that flew completely over Ruby's head, but Weiss caught the double-implication. The possibility of herself and Ruby, or them with him.
Weiss was now sporting a more heavy blush, as she grabbed Ruby by the hood. "Let's go! I do not want him planting any ideas in your head!" She insisted, as she dragged the cloaked girl off.
Harry stood, staring at the sunset. "…In my eyes, indisposed. In disguises, no one knows. Hides the face, lies the snake. The sun in my disgrace..." Harry sung to himself, as the sky darkened.
"A strange thing you did there..." An aged voice commented, causing Harry's head to raise. He turned his head and saw Ozpin approach him from the other end of the hallway. "…You seem to me the sort that tends to have a specific goal in mind; and nothing around you matters but that. But I guess I was wrong." Ozpin observed.
"People always seem to expect things of me. And, somehow...I always disappoint." Harry commented whimsically.
Ozpin observed the young man, his eyes surveying the Sorcerer. "You mended their friendship, and made them see the truth." He commented.
"I can't make anyone do anything...that they themselves aren't ready to do." Harry responded.
Ozpin stepped forward and leaned against the banister to the window, that let the duo observe the dark night sky. "You are certainly a unique individual. Where do you come from?" He questioned.
"...Around." Harry responded casually.
"...To harness Magic, is a rather unique ability among these parts." Ozpin commented, causing Harry to raise his head faintly.
"Magic? You mean that sparkle, Bang, hocus-pocus?" Harry asked in surprised tone. "Sorry, I don't believe in those kinds of things." He lied casually.
Ozpin took a breath, as he then took a sip from his mug. "And interesting thing, Magic. A force of life, a mist passing through each living thing, spreading out and touching everything. One who can manipulate the forces of Magic, can change the world. For the better...or for the worse." He admitted.
"Anyone can change the world." Harry responded uncaringly. "But...those with the will, those are the people who end up doing something." He added, causing Ozpin to regard him with a thin smile.
"And what will you do, Mister Harry Black." Ozpin said with a tense tone in his voice.
A wide mocking smile spread across his face, as Harry turned and looked at the Headmaster. "It wouldn't be fun if I spoiled the fun for you; you gotta wait just like everyone else." He informed in a mocking tone.
"If you plan on harming any of my..." Ozpin started.
"Don't toy with me humanity, Professor. I know you don't care for most of them, tell me who I shouldn't hurt...like a man. After all, I am a slithering little Snake. Dancing around me, is a hard thing to do." Harry commented.
"If you should harm Team RWBY, I surly won't hold back." Ozpin promised.
Harry exhaled in an almost euphoric way. "And strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger, so saith the Lord!" He said with a wicked smile.
Ozpin tensed at the mixed quote of the Bible, the Biblical quote, of a religion that did not exist in Remnant. "Just be sure to keep your dealings to yourself." Ozpin stated seriously, as he turned around and had a brisk walk away from the young Sorcerer.
"Anything you say, § My Mentor §." Harry hissed out the last part, in a whisper.
Ozpin froze up for a moment, as his pupils constructed for a moment, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. Almost like he understood what Harry had just said in Parsaltongue. His grip on his cane tightened and he quickly walked away.
When he was by himself, Harry smiled to himself as his long tongue flickered out like a snake's. "Hmhm...hmhm-hehe-Hyaahahaha!" He laughed loudly to himself, echoing through the hallway and outside the window.
"To think, he would end up here of all places! Well, I ended up here on an improved version of his prototype-spell! I wonder what kind of terrifying Magics you can show me...Hmhmh...Gy-hehehahaha!" He laughed hysterically to himself, as an aura of green mist radiated off him, his hair was blowing around wildly, as his excitement and thrill brought out his magic.
In a split second, his laughter died down and the magic around him faded, as he stared off on the balcony. "Finally, an equal King upon which to wage war. To test me before I completely and utterly destroy the Keepers." Harry commented in a calm tone.
After a moment, Harry closed his eyes and exhaled in relief. Such a thrilling and wonderful day. However, his musing was interrupted by the sound of clicking heels.
"Hmm...So, you remember." Harry commented in a mocking tone.
There was a shuffling of fabric, followed by a thud. "...I...I forgot you...I...I don't know how I could've done something so utterly foolish." An older female voice spoke with some guilt in her tone.
Harry turned around and leaned back on the banister behind him, kneeling at his feet was the rather attractive middle-aged blonde woman he had the pleasure of 'inserting' himself into; metaphysically of course. The physical insertion would probably come in a more sooner future.
"Glynda, Glynda, Glynda..." Harry said, as he looked at the kneeling Gylnda Goodwitch. "…I'm hurt that you didn't recognize me, when we met." He admitted casually.
Glynda lowered her gaze. "You taught me everything I know, you made me the woman I am today. I…I deserve some punishment for my incompetence." She said, being hard on herself.
Harry looked at the kneeling woman, who was almost ten years his senior and felt a bit of a power trip from her submissiveness. The teacher who had some kind of Dominatrix Kink, with the outfit she wore and the weapon she wielded, was submitting herself to him. Admittedly, he inserted himself into her past; and had her become staunchly loyal to him. But that's neither here nor there.
She still had the same personalty, and memories. She just had...more. Harry looked down at her and reached out, putting his hand on her cheek. She looked back up towards the Sorcerer, they're rather similarly colored eyes meeting.
"My darling little student; I should punish you, like you suggested. But I'll raincheck that, now...show me who you are." Harry spoke in a calming voice, causing Glynda to close her eyes and take a breath.
"...You are as...understanding as ever, My Master." Gylnda spoke curtly, as she stood up at her full height. Ironically being a few inches taller than Harry was.
"Oh darling, just call me, Harry." Harry responded casually.
Glynda crossed her arms and took on a stern and dominating expression. "Such familiarity is unbecoming of you, Master. I was trained by you, to be used by you, as you so wished. You saved me from my boring life and gave me excitement. Forgive my bluntness, I cannot in good conscious talk to you as an equal. It would be an insult." She said in a matter-of-fact tone.
Harry exhaled through his nose, but smiled as he looked at the woman. "Tell me more about how you won't listen to me. I'm getting hard from it." He admitted.
Glynda looked a bit taken back. "E-excuse me?" She asked unsure.
Harry turned around and looked at the moon, which was encroaching on the horizon. "I want you to listen to me, Glynda, like you always have." He said with a smile. "But, keep that dominating attitude. I love it." He informed, displaying that maybe Nui's teasing might not have been completely false. Who doesn't love Hot Dominating Women?
"Ah, I'll...I'll try?" Glynda said uncertainly.
"Now...this Ozpin guy, I sent you to spy on him." Harry stated.
Gylnda nodded curtly, as she approached him. "I have done so, and infiltrated his circles." She informed bluntly.
"Good...Tell me...Tell me, everything." Harry instructed, causing Glynda to comply.
Another Chapter, Oh boy. With the copious amounts of negative feedback, and I've got the hint. I'm stopping…See, that's the joke. Since I uploaded all the six of these chapters at once, I'm blind in the feedback department. I could be uploading six chapters that everyone unanimously loath...or people find moderately entertaining, only to move on to another story.
