Z.R. Stein
Lily Potter and the Escape to Remnant – A RWBY/Harry Potter Crossover crossover AU fic.
I do not own the characters of RWBY or Harry Potter in any way, shape, or form.
Sorry for the wait, dudes and dudettes. My muse fled and life is just….ugh. But I am back, and here is a new chapter! Oh, and fair warning, next chapter will be full of timeskips, and it will push the story forwards by three years. And I make a solemn vow that I will get it out within a week; there's been enough waiting around on my part.
There's no such thing as a painless lesson, they just don't exist. Sacrifices are necessary, you can't gain something without losing something first. —Edward Elric
. . .
Headmaster Ozpin perused the Scroll in front of him, silvery eyebrows raised and eyes widened in a rare display of emotion.
"And you're sure?"
Qrow and Sirius both nodded, the two men solemn. Qrow unscrewed the top of a flask that he'd withdrawn from his jacket and drank, taking a moment to wet his throat before speaking.
"Never seen anything like it, Oz. Grimm aren't supposed to do that. Normally, at least. Somethin' musta been wrong with em. You have any ideas what?"
Ozpin set down his Scroll, flicking his fingers across the glass to close out Qrow's notes.
"Perhaps. Nothing certain though."
Ozpin set down his Scroll and steepled his fingers. After a few moments of silence, he looked to the other man in the room.
"Do you have anything else to add, Mister Black?"
Sirius shrugged. "I don't think so, Qrow recorded all of my observations in the Scroll."
Ozpin nodded, frowning.
"Excellent work then, both of you. This new development is very troubling, but I'll do what I can. Moving on though...how are you finding the life of a huntsman, Mister Black? This was you first official mission, was it not?"
Sirius stroked his chin for a moment before shrugging.
"Mhmm. Can't say it was easy, but we managed."
"Indeed. Huntsmen do not walk an easy path, as I told you upon our first meeting."
Sirius scratched at his stubble and responded "No, but...all things considered, I'm bloody well certain I made the right choice. Going out there, seeing how defenseless most of the villages in the kingdom are...there need to be people like Qrow out there. If we hadn't been there when those Grimm attacked, there'd be another ghost town decorating the landscape. I couldn't live with myself if I just stood by and did nothing while I knew that somethin' like that was happening. Doesn't matter how bloody hard it is."
Ozpin smiled minutely.
"Strong words. It always does my heart good to hear a potential Huntsman or Huntress fully embrace their calling. Although, I do hope Qrow isn't pushing you too hard?"
Sirius snorted and responded "He's a right insane wanker. I don't know what they teach at Beacon, but I can assume that your students don't spend their days looking over their shoulder just in case their teachers try to sneak attack them?"
Ozpin turned his gaze to Qrow, who had a shit-eating grin on his face.
"Hey, it's called situational awareness. If you're always on guard, nothing can stab you in the back."
"Hmmm." said Ozpin, taking a sip of coffee "Well, I am not going to question your teaching methods, Qrow; you are Mister Black's appointed overseer, not me. Now, was there anything else you wanted to discuss with me?"
Sirius coughed, drawing the attention of the other two men.
"Heh, yeah, actually, Lily was wondering if you had any books on magic? She's been wondering what you've got, seeing as you're a wizard and all. She'd like to compare and contrast...see if it's any different from back home...if it's not too much trouble."
Ozpin held Sirius' gaze for a moment before nodding.
"I'll see what I can find in my collection and send a few texts to her. If that is all, Mister Black, Mister Branwen, I bid you good day."
The two younger men nodded and sauntered into the elevator, leaving Ozpin alone in his office. The Headmaster hummed and turned his chair, gazing out the window.
"Overtly aggressive Grimm who attack their own fellows...a natural occurrence or something more sinister? Hmmmm. It's unlikely that she would be behind it, it doesn't match her usual moves. Who then? Perhaps...well, there always was a chance that he survived the fall of Mountain Glenn."
Turning back to his desk, Ozpin pulled up his monitor screen and began typing. After a few moments, a file folder appeared on screen.
"Is this your doing, my old friend? Another of your experiments gone wrong?"
. . .
Lily and Clover walked with Harry and Velvet through downtown Vale, the two women enjoying the midday sun. Up ahead, Lily could see an elderly shopkeeper putting up a sign over a newly opened Dust shop named From Dust Till Dawn. Lily smiled at the sight, and closed her eyes momentarily. It felt good to have a life again; with the war on back in Britain, she'd almost forgotten what normalcy was like. Beside her, Clover kept a weather eye on the children; Velvet was prancing around Harry, singing a nonsensical song while Harry giggled, his stumpy little legs trying to keep up with the older girl's movements.
"Don't stray too far kids. Vale is a nice place to live, but there are always people to look out for."
"Don't worry mommy, I won't go too far. Right Harry?"
"Ya!"
Lily smiled at the bond that was developing between the two children.
"They're so cute together."
Clover nodded in agreement.
"They are. Though they can be a handful at times."
Lily rolled her eyes in remembrance.
"If you had just locked the cabinet door…"
Clover groaned in suppressed horror at that particular occurrence.
"I know. I know. Never again. That is the last time I clean up two children covered in ash, whipped cream, pickled plants, and Water Dust...speaking of, why do you even have whipped cream in your potions cabinet? I mean, the other stuff I understand, but whipped cream doesn't seem very...magical."
Lily shrugged and said with a completely straight face "Surprisingly enough, a can of whipped cream works as a great fire extinguisher."
Clover's brows scrunched together.
"Why not use an actual fire extinguisher? Wouldn't that be way more effective?"
"Whipped cream is tastier."
Clover opened and closed her mouth a few times, struggling for a response while Lily's lips twitched.
"Uhhh...wait a second...isn't whipped cream flammable?"
Lily snickered before saying "Heh...that look on your face. I was joking about the fire extinguisher thing. Sugar and dairy both act as a stabilizing agent for certain potions. It helps keep them from exploding if I do something wrong. And whipped cream comes into an easy to spray can, so I keep a few around my lab."
Clover looked at Lily with a deadpan expression for a few moments before turning away, muttering under her breath.
"Oum damned wizards."
Lily snickered before elbowing Clover in the side and glancing back down the street.
"Hey, we're not too far away from where Remus works. You want to swing by and say hi?"
Clover blushed at the mention of Remus, ducking her head.
"Oh...uh...sure."
Lily raised an eyebrow, a vulpine smirk growing on her face.
"Oooh? What's this then, are you gaining a little crush on Remus?"
"What? No!" Clover began, before stopping. She deflated slightly, becoming somber. "I don't know. Maybe? I think I might, but...it's complicated. He's sweet, and bookish, and if I weren't still waiting for Hazel...it's...it's been nearly two years since he was kidnapped. I want to believe he's coming back. I try to hold out hope, you know? But I think I acknowledge, deep in my heart, that my husband isn't going to come back, that somewhere out there in this wide world, his body is decaying in a ditch. Hazel wasn't the type to give up. But it's just...however lonely I am, it feels like I'm betraying my husband by wanting to be with someone else. Even if he never comes back."
Lily frowned, a strange look on her face.
"But that doesn't mean you should condemn yourself to celibacy for the rest of your life."
Clover sighed, her ears drooping.
"I...I'll think about it."
Lily squeezed Clover's arm.
"That's all I can ask. Life is too precious to waste like that. I don't think your husband would fault you for wanting to be happy. You've been alone for two years; I say that's long enough."
Clover sniffed, and jerked her head. Drying her eyes, she smiled wryly.
"I do wonder though, does this mean you're willing to move on from James?"
Lily stiffened, her face moving through several different emotions. She ran a hand through her hair, groaning.
"We are not talking about this, Clover."
"Turnabout is fair play, Lily. But if you really don't want to talk about it, I'll respect that." Clover said softly.
The redhead groaned again.
"No...you're right. I haven't...haven't really thought about it. At all. I've been too busy setting up my life again to even consider asking someone out."
"But you would if given the chance with the right person?"
"I guess?"
Clover tapped a single finger on her chin.
"What about Qrow? He seemed nice enough."
Lily stopped in the middle of the street, eye twitching. Clover noticed after a few seconds and stopped as well.
"Qrow?"
"Yep."
"The drunken sleazebag who spent his first visit ogling me?"
Clover smirked.
"Well, from what you told me about James, he started off the same way, didn't he?"
Lily's eye twitched again.
"Yes...but...no. No. No. No. No way in hell am I...the nerve of...Qrow? Ugh!"
Lily stalked off in a huff, while Clover trailed behind, one hand covering her smile.
. . .
"Welcome to Tukson's Book Trade, home to every—oh, hello Lily, C-clover."
Remus cursed himself for the tiny stutter in his voice on seeing Clover. He'd never been good at romancing women (not that girls were exactly lining up to date a werewolf), and the bunny Faunus was very beautiful. Aaaaand she was married, Remus reminded himself immediately. Even if her husband wasn't present in body, she was still taken. Very taken. So very taken, he couldn't even entertain the possibility of them being together...not that they ever would be, pshhh, it wasn't like Clover would ever be interested in him. That was just patently ridiculous.
Remus sighed, brushing away all thoughts of a possible romance; his first job in Remnant wasn't the time or place for that. He cleared his throat and continued "You two here for a reason?"
The way that Lily was eying him was slightly worrying, but he was sure it was nothing. She had often acquired a manic gleam in her eyes when they were students at Hogwarts, and being in Remnant had only enhanced her 'mad scientist side'.
"Just browsing. Come on Harry, let's pick you up some picture books."
"Book!"
Remus smiled as little Harry toddled towards the children's section, Lily and Clover shadowing him. He then heard a small cough coming from the edge of the counter. Looking down, Remus saw Velvet.
"Hello Velvet, what can I do for you? Did you want to look at some books?"
Velvet cocked her head to the side, the four year old blinking guilelessly.
"What is a crush?"
Remus blinked, caught off guard by the apparent non sequitur.
"A what?"
"A crush? Mommy and Aunt Lily were talking about it on the way up here."
Remus opened his mouth, closed it, and then said "Umm...a crush is someone that you like. In a...romantic...way. Why? Who was your mommy talking about?"
If anyone had overheard them at that moment, Remus would have denied any accusations that his voice sounded hopeful.
Scrunching up her face, Velvet looked Remus over before a metaphorical lightbulb clicked on in her head.
"Why don't you go ask Mommy?"
Remus' eyes widened, and he began to protest.
"Oh, I can't, I'm working. Besides, it's not that important—"
"What's not that important?"
Behind Remus, Tukson pushed his way through the double doors that led to the backroom. He looked down at Velvet and smiled.
"Hello there little lady. What brings you here to my shop today?"
Velvet looked at the raven-haired man, her eyes growing round.
"Woah...you're really big!"
Tukson chuckled and leaned on the counter, resting his muscular forearms on the wooden surface.
"And you're really small, kiddo."
Pouting, Velvet shook a tiny fist at him.
"I am not small! I am tall for my age, yes sirry don't you forget it!"
"I think most of that is from your ears, pipsqueak."
"Don't call me that! My Auntie is scary, you don't want to mess with her! She'll turn you into newt!"
Tukson laughed again, harder this time. When he finally stopped, a quick glance at Velvet's puffed out face was almost enough to send him over the edge again. This kid was just too adorable when she was angry.
"A newt? Is your Auntie a witch?"
Velvet nodded vehemently and was about to continue before Remus cut her off insistently.
"Velvet, why don't you go get your mother and Lily, ok?"
Velvet crossed her arms, huffed, and stomped off. Remus turned to Tukson, a wry smile on his face.
"She's a handful sometimes, I can tell you that."
Tukson grinned and responded "Yeah, she's got spirit. What was that about a newt though? Never heard of a Semblance like that."
Remus grin changed, becoming much les genuine.
"Ah...kids say strange things sometimes. I don't have any idea where she got that from."
Tukson shrugged, not catching onto Remus' lie.
"Never had kids myself, so I wouldn't really know. Still, it must be nice to have your own daughter."
Remus nodded reflexively, then caught himself, eyes widening.
"Oh. Oh, no, she's not mine."
Tukson frowned, his eyes narrowing slightly in thought.
"Really? Coulda fooled me with the way you act around her."
"She's not. Clover's a...family friend, I suppose you say, and Velvet is her daughter, so she comes by to our flat."
Tukson grunted, choosing not to comment.
"Mmm. Regardless, you have my thanks. Any new customers are good customers as long as they respect me and my shop. I knew hiring you was a good idea."
Tukson walked off, moving towards the children's section where Lily, Harry, and Clover were giggling together. Remus breathed a small sigh of relief. Honestly, Velvet needed to learn tact. He knew Clover had gone over keeping their nature as wizards a secret, but the young Faunus girl apparently hadn't committed the message to memory. He'd need to speak with her later.
Lily, Clover, and Harry soon bid Remus goodbye, leaving with their purchases, Tukson waving after them before he went back to the backroom, stating that he needed to restock. Lily had said they didn't want to bother him any more than they already had, which Remus somewhat agreed with. Not that having Clover and Velvet around bothered him exactly...
The ringing of the entryway bell stopped that train of thought, and Remus quickly smiled and repeated the catchphrase.
"Welcome to Tukson's Booktrade, home to every book under the sun. How may I help you?"
Entering the shop was a couple with two young girls, one with bright yellow hair, the other with black hair streaked with red. Behind the children stood their parents, a lovely young woman with silver eyes and a flowing white cloak, and a blond man with a tattoo on his arm. Their hair colours matched those of their children, and Remus knew by looking at them that they were both fighters. It was in the carefully measured way the woman moved, in the subdued power of the man's footsteps. Remus tensed slightly. It wasn't that he thought either of these people would actually hurt him, it was just difficult to relax in the presence of a stranger who could effortlessly slaughter hundreds of people with their bare hands if they chose to do so.
The woman's lips quirked upon seeing Remus, and she said "Well, would you look at that, Tukson hired someone new. Where's Thistle gone to then?"
Remus relaxed. If they knew Tukson, they could be trusted. Despite knowing the Faunus man for only a short while, Tukson had struck him as being a very good judge of character.
"She moved to be with her sister in Mistral. I'm her replacement, Remus Lupin, how do you do?" Remus said, his hand extended.
The woman raised an eyebrow before shaking Remus' hand.
"Remus Lupin...you wouldn't happen to be that friend of Sirius Black that I've heard about?"
Remus raised his eyebrows as well.
"You know Sirius?"
The woman shook her head.
"Not really. Qrow still hasn't introduced us. I'm beginning to think they're sleeping together or something."
Beside the woman, the man choked incredulously, echoing Remus own startled amusement. The woman simply smiled angelically.
After taking a moment to store the memory in a special place in his mind to needle Sirius over later, Remus smiled back at the woman.
"Judging from that, I think it's safe to say you two are Qrow's old teammates, Summer Rose and Taiyang Xiao Long, right?"
Summer smiled and curtseyed.
"In the flesh. It's nice to meet another of Sirius' friends. At this rate, we'll meet everyone in your little family before we meet the man himself."
Remus laughed softly.
"Heh...well, he can be hard to pin down in one place for long sometimes, and from the few times I've met Qrow, he seems the same way. They aren't exactly the type to sit down for a big family gathering and have dinner, now, are they?"
Summer nodded before adopting a contemplative pose.
"Actually...you know, that's not a bad idea."
Remus tilted his head.
"What's not a bad idea?"
"Well, why don't we all get together for dinner? We've only met Lily once, and I really would like to get to know you three better. It isn't every day Qrow takes on an apprentice."
Tai sent his wife a look of exasperated fondness.
"Qrow has never taken on an apprentice before."
"Exactly. It isn't every day he takes on an apprentice."
"But your statement doesn't work, honey, it's logically unsound, it only makes sense if—"
Summer pulled Tai down to her level, her eyes half lidded, a predatory smile on her face.
"I said. Exactly."
Taiyang gulped and waved his hands.
"You have an unparalleled mastery of language, honey. I agree, it isn't every day Qrow takes on an apprentice."
Summer's grin transformed into something much more satisfied at that, and she skipped off with the girls to go look at books.
Left beyond, Taiyang shot Remus a look as well.
"She has a rather...unique outlook on language."
Remus smirked and said "I can tell."
"Oh trust me, this was mild. Yesterday she went off on a tangent for half an hour, wondering what the word 'whelmed' means."
"Whelmed?"
"Yeah, you know, like overwhelmed and underwhelmed? What does just whelmed mean?"
Remus frowned.
"I...have no idea."
"Me neither bud, me neither."
Shaking his head, Remus traced back through the conversation, trying to get back on track.
"Anyways...linguistics quirks aside, you guys serious about this dinner thing?"
Taiyang shrugged.
"I think so. It'd be a good chance to get to know each other. Meeting Lily was nice, but we didn't talk for too long."
Remus nodded and pulled out his Scroll.
"Right. I suppose I'll call Lily and see if I can arrange something...and Sirius as well, since he's the one you two actually want to meet."
"Cool. You do that. Now if you don't mind, I'm gonna get back to my wife. Toodles, wolfman."
Remus frowned at the nickname, his ears twitching. He was sure that Taiyang didn't mean anything by it, but after years of more harmful insults, he didn't really appreciate the casual address. But, deciding to let it slide for now, Remus flicked through his Scroll to Lily's number.
. . .
The dinner ended up being held at a restaurant in downtown Vale called The Stone Soup Pot, which was often used to host parties as it served extremely large portions in giant cast iron cauldrons. After informing Lily and Sirius, Remus had apologized to Tukson for using store time for personal matters. The man had simply slapped him on the back and told him to forget about it, though he did ask to be invited; he said that Tai and Summer visited his shop occasionally and that he wanted to catch up with them. Remus had agreed to tell Lily to add one more to the dinner list. He should have known it wouldn't be that simple.
In the end, the gathering ended up much larger than planned. Not only did Tukson come, but so did Clover and Velvet, and oddly enough, Ozpin himself with his assistant Glynda in tow. All told, that made the dinner consist of ten adults (Lily, Remus, Sirius, Qrow, Clover, Tai, Summer, Tukson, Ozpin, and Glynda) and four children (Harry, Yang, Ruby, and Velvet), and the result was both chaotic and comforting in a messy familial way.
"Yo, Oz, pass the bread!"
"Mind your manners Qrow!"
"Sheesh, Summer, didja have to whack me upside the head like that?"
"What is it with me and marrying scary women?"
"Did I hear what I think I heard Tai? Because I better not have."
"Eep! No mam!"
The ten adults sat at one large, circular table, the children sitting at their own smaller one. Pots of steaming soup and bread littered the center of the table, with a rack of glazed venison off to the side.
As the dinner started, the adults all broke off into smaller conversation bubbles. Summer, Lily, and Clover were conversing in one group, the topic of conversation moving from motherhood to Dust theory to the best way to decapitate a Beowolf. Nearby was the 'huntsman' group, consisting of Sirius, Glynda, Qrow, and Taiyang. Tai was joking around with Sirius and Qrow while Glynda occasionally added in a well placed barb or acerbic comment, rolling her eyes at Sirius' attempts to hit on her.
The third group, consisting of Ozpin, Clover, and Tukson, was mostly silent, taking the time to watch the other members of the party eat, drink, and be merry. That's not to say though that they were completely silent...
"So...you're Professor Ozpin."
Ozpin raised a single cultured eyebrow at the rabbit Faunus before nodding.
"Indeed I am. And you would be Miss Scarlatina, correct?"
Clover nodded, a small blush on her face.
"It's an honour to meet you, Professor. I've...your position on the Vale Council is well noted, as is your stance in favour of Faunus rights. It's always nice to know that at least someone in the government in on our side."
Tukson nodded in agreement; while he wasn't starstruck like Clover was, he did hold a large amount of respect for the Headmaster. Ozpin smiled minutely, taking a moment to slip a spoonful of food into his mouth and swallowing before answering.
"It is my philosophy and that of Beacon Academy that your background does not matter; your actions are what truly determine who you are. Rich or poor, human or Faunus, straight or queer, old or young...whatever the colour of your skin or the Kingdom that you hail from, all that matters is how you treat those around you. Sadly, a handful of my compatriots on the council do not share my viewpoint. Jonathan Winchester in particular has been troublesome of late…"
Tukson snorted, eyes flashing.
"Jonathan Winchester has always been a problem for Faunus, especially for those of us who live in Vale. Between him and Schnee, I'm not sure who's worse. Dust mines are terrible, but there's just something so slimey about a real estate mogul with an agenda as blatant as his. Bastard runs his mouth about gentrifying neighborhoods, when all he's really doing is tossing out law abiding Faunus on their asses to make way for more people like him. Cheh. I saw him in person at one of the protests, don't know who he's fooling with that hairpiece."
Ozpin hummed in agreement, taking another spoonful of soup while Clover turned to address Tukson.
"You're White Fang?"
Tukson nodded, coming down from his rant.
"Are you?"
Clover rubbed her arm, looking down.
"I...I used to be. I went to some of the rallies with Hazel, marched a few times. Ever since he disappeared though, I've just kind of...stopped going."
Tukson nodded amiably.
"I may champion the White Fang, but what we do isn't for everybody. Don't feel any shame for not taking part all the time."
Clover smiled hesitantly.
Across the table, Lily, Summer, Sirius, and Taiyang had formed a new conversation group, Yang and Harry sitting on their respective mother's laps.
"So Sirius, Lily's told us come about you, but we're still lacking so many relevant details. Tell us more about yourself."
Smiling broadly, Sirius puffed his chest out as he began speaking about one of his favorite topics. Himself.
"Well, I'm a brave and bold Huntsman with dashing good looks and a wit as sharp as my sword. I can charm any woman and lay waste to any monster I lay my eyes on."
Summer stared at Sirius deadpan for a moment before her hand found its way to her face.
"Oum's bleeding heart, he really is just like Qrow."
Chuckling, Tai petted his wife's head as she facepalmed.
"They're similar honey, but I wouldn't say they're the same. Sirius seems more energetic and mischievous."
"Ok, so he's worse than Qrow?"
"Hey!" came two indignant replies, one from Qrow and one from Sirius.
Lily giggled, wiping Harry's chin free of gunk with a napkin.
"Back in our hometown, Sirius was known as the master of pranks. Together with James and Remus, they formed the roving band of misfits known as the Marauders. What was your cute little catchphrase again, Sirius?"
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." replied Sirius, pouting slightly at the 'cute' comment. Off to the side, Glynda glared frostily at Sirius.
"I am suddenly very glad that you never entered into my school, Mister Black. I do not tolerate troublemakers, especially ones as prolific as you seem to be. Those who attend Beacon are meant to be the future defenders of the world; there is a requirement to keep a certain sense of decorum about oneself at all times...and I assure you, if you had been enrolled in Beacon, I would have beaten such insolence out of you." Glynda slapped her riding crop against her open hand for emphasis.
Sirius swallowed thickly, and vowed not to get on Glynda's bad side. Though there was something incredibly enticing about a strong woman...
As the night wore on, people gradually left. Ozpin and Glynda excused themselves, citing a busy schedule. Clover set out as well, a sleeping Velvet in her arms, and Remus left with her, stating that he didn't feel right letting her walk home by herself during the night. The other party members shot each other knowing looks at the blushes on both Remus and Clover's faces.
"Umm" Clover began. She appreciated Remus' motion, the man was just a total sweetheart. Thinking back on the conversation she and Lily had had earlier in the day, she nodded; she wouldn't pursue Remus, but if the two of them clicked, she wouldn't fight it. Lily was right; she deserved to be happy, and she'd already waited for years. This was a second chance and she didn't intend to waste it.
"Yes, I'd appreciate that, Remus."
The three Faunus exited the room they were in and walked out the door into the quiet Vale night, the door closing behind them. Outside, the moon rose overhead, forever drifting in all its shattered glory. Remus took a brief moment to look at it before closing his eyes, remembering a time when his greatest fear was the moon itself.
"Second chances don't come all the time, do they?"
Back inside The Stone Soup Pot, the six remaining adults lapsed into a quiet conversations in one big group, swapping stories and jokes as they learned more about each other. Harry cuddled up onto Lily's lap, snoozing, while Yang was thrown over her father and Ruby was drowsily blinking in Qrow's lap. Qrow and Sirius were telling Summer and Taiyang about their recent mission, the couple expressing their concern over the odd behavior of the Grimm. Tukson occasionally interjected, asking questions and stroking his (admittedly impressive) sideburns in thought. When the mood got too dark, Sirius cracked a the age old joke about his name, causing Summer to groan while Tai got a big dopey smile on his face. The two were soon engaged in a rapid fire exchange of really bad puns while Summer began banging her head on the nearest wooden post. Still, even Lily could tell a small part of Summer enjoyed it. Lily smiled at the sight. It was nice to be part of a family again.
Second chances indeed.
And that's a wrap. A very fluffy, feel good chapter, this one is. Hope y'all enjoyed it, it was fun to write.
Couple things here; can anyone guess the fairy tales/legends/historical stories that inspired the names this chapter? Brownie points if you can. One of them is the source of Clover and Hazel's names (think rabbits), one of them is the source of the restaurant's name (that one's a bit obvious), one of them is the source of the older Winchester's name (think Robin Hood). And before you complain, yes, Jonathan does relate to colour. The word is used to describe a particular kind of red apples in the US. Way for abiding by the colour naming rule!
As for whoever is behind the rabid Grimm, I know some of you can guess who it is. I already gave you enough hints there.
Next chapter will be a merry skip through three years of development. I know some of you don't want me to skip so much time, but if I ever want to actually get to Harry's story, I need to cut out some of the fluff. And nothing really happens for the three years anyways.
Oh, and reviews are my lifeblood. Even if you have criticisms, actually strike that, ESPECIALLY if you have criticisms, leave me a review and tell about it. The longer the better.
Z.R. Stein is out, PEACE!