Falling from the height, I slam into the wooden table below me with aura enhanced limbs, rolling with the breaking table and drawing my sword and calling up my hellfire to coat my arm as I look for the threats. Tail whipping around, shifting my balance to let me dive whichever way in a moments notice.

The first thing I see are a bunch of children looking at me, startled at my sudden appearance. The children are wearing familiar black robes with colored trim, that would mean. Spinning, I see something else familiar. A set of adults also looking at me along with a smiling old man with a very large beard.

Something in my mind snaps, images of a dying Sirius plays in front of my eyes and this is the man to blame for it all! "Dumbledore!" I roar as I lunge to break the old man, dropping my blade to free my hand to break his jaw. A blade won't give me as much satisfaction for this.

The man's eyes widen and pops out of his seat, leaving my fist to demolish his throne in a shower of splinters and bent gold. I roll out of the lunge and snarl at the man as he appears in front of the broken table. The adults are all on their feet, reaching for their wands. Using aura, I seemingly teleport to him and grab him by his collar, easily lifting him off his feet with one hand. The hand that was previously on fire, but I extinguished it, so not to kill the man. Yet.

"Dumbledore." My voice echoes the silent hall. "Why have I come back?" Glancing around, I see some of the older students also have wands trained on me. When the old man starts talking, I snap back to look him in the eyes.

"Harry my boy! I summoned you back!" The man says with a grin. He is in no position for that look to be on his face. "I did the ritual yesterday and all I had to do was wait! You're finally back!"

I shake him to let him no I am not pacified by his words. "You took me from my home. Away from my TEAM! For what? To continue being your soldier?! I was already becoming one for the good of a fucking planet!" I shout in his face. My rage building the longer I yell.

Hellfire starts to lick the man's robes as my emotions run wild. Seeing this, I crush the angry before I kill the man. "Can you send me back?" I growl out through clenched teeth.

The man opens and closes his mouth a few times until I growl once more and shake him. "Y-Yes, but it'll take a bit. A month at most!"

"A month! That's over my dead line by five days! Dammit old man!" I toss the feeble man to the ground and summon my sword back to my hand. Glaring at the old man, showing my full rage at the situation, pointing my sword at the downed man while snarling, "If you do not get me back in the time you say, I will start killing people! Starting with your brother! Understand me Dumbledore?!" This fucker has ruined my first solo job away from school!

The man shakily nods. "I-I'll start right away." Then the twinkle came back into his eyes. "Would you like continue your classes and to stay in Gyffindor tower with your fr-"

"No. I would like the lessons, but I'll probably do something you'll regret to someone in that room if I go back."

Dumbledore seems to deflate at this, "Of course Mister Potter. I'll get a guest room ready."

Visible calming myself, I tell the man as I slam the blade that has been at his neck the entire conversation, back into its sheath, "Black. I took my godfather's name at my new home. Call me Sirius Black. I'll stop by the alley to get my money and grab the books."

Turning on my heels, I begin to stride out of the hall, tail swishing behind me. Always ready to get out of the way of an excited student. "Mister Pot- Black. Before you go, can you tell me about your tail?" Dumbledore asks, his voice booming in the silent room.

"I'm a Faunus." At this, I push the great hall doors open and leave the hall. The door opens behind me as I leave. Once out of the hall, I start towards the exit. It is still noon, so I can get everything done and be back before night fall.

"Harry wait!" Looking back, I see Hermione running down the hall towards me. She has a teary grin on her face as she comes after me. Stopping, I open my arms for one of her hugs. She jumps into the embrace and squeezes me with all her worth. After Yang's super charged hugs, her's are normal and gentle. "I thought you were dead!"

Returning the hug, I tell her, "I would have been if I was human, but thankfully a thousand foot drop at terminal velocity doesn't seem to kill me. Walk with me please." I break the hug as I guide her to walk next to me.

We only get a few steps before the curious girl starts the questioning, "Where have you been and what happened Harry?!" Hermione asks me.

"Please call me Sirius, Hermione. It is the name I've gone by for months and what people I consider as my family call me. So, how has the world been without me in it? A lot more dull I assume," I say, chuckling. Ignoring her questions for the moment.

Hermione giggles a little and sniffs. "I've missed you. Wh-when I saw you fall through the veil. I-I didn't know what to do! Voldemort showed up and, and fought Dumbledore, but he Voldemort lost in the end. He seemed really happy you were gone and all, so I don't know if he's doing this out of anger or happiness, but..." The girl starts to grow quieter as she continues. "He's been killing muggles left and right. He... He killed my mom and dad! With you gone, the order wouldn't help me because I'm just some friend to a dead guy, they just sent me a little note while I was put in an orphanage! The orphanage wouldn't even let me stay at my home!"

Hearing this, I immediately wrapped the girl in another hug as she broke down. I steered us to an empty class and let the girl cry herself out. Riddle is going to die before I leave. I just need to know where he is.

When she finishes crying and just hiccups into my chest, I pull her back to make eye contact. "I will kill Riddle and his minions. I promise you this Hermione... Malfoy still in the school?" She nods questioningly. "Good, I have a target." I pull her back into the hug until she fully calms down.

Drawing her back once more, I tell her, "Now, I need to go to Diagon alley to pick up some things. Want to join me? Have a little adventure with the devilishly handsome wolf man?"

"But... I can't leave! I'm a studen- ah whatever." She sighs as she wipes the tears out of her eyes.

"That's the marauder spirit! Old Padfoot did work his magic on you as well! C'mon, I have a fun way to get to town!" I drag the red-eyed girl out. Hoping to cheer her up with some adventure. Making it out to the grounds, I tell her. "You are riding Snuffles to the town." Her confused looks makes me laugh as I step away from her.

Shifting into my giant wolf, I lay in front of her. "Snuffles... You're a very big wolf." I let my tongue hang out in a goofy manner and while giggling, she hops on. I take off once she is comfortable. Careful not to jostle her too much in the three-mile trek to town.

The speed is very slow as I can go faster than the human eye, but hearing Hermione laugh is worth the slow running. We reach the outskirts of town and I have Hermione get off before I change back into a vampire/wolf hybrid.

"Probably shouldn't advertise that I'm a freak of nature," I mutter to myself as I stuff my tail down my pants to my discomfort. I pull my hood over my head and shift my hair to a messy dirty blonde. The hood shadows my eyes from the noon sun well enough. The nails are negligible, so I just cast a blunting charm on them so I don't cut anything as I am not at all use to them. Offering my arm to the seventeen year old girl next to me, we head to the tavern where I use the floo with Hermione to Diagon alley, pronouncing it correctly this time.

Managing to keep my balance, I seamlessly step out of the fireplace, thanks to my training in footwork, with Hermione in tow and we enter the alley. The patrons of the bar watching the hooded armed muggle escorting a student across the bar the entire way.

The first stop is a shop in Diagon alley to get another pouch for use of carrying my money. This is easy as it is only five gallons with the security charms. I have just enough loose coins in my pouch to buy it.

The next stop and must important is to the bank to pick up some more coin to use. I plan to take out my entire trust account as I do not plan to come back to this realm again. I'll buy as many books as I can on all subjects, making stops to Sirius's house to grab some illegals, maybe even some blood rituals, who knows. I bathe in the stuff enough, be it mine mostly or the grimms of the forest.

Walking in, the goblins eyeball me as I go to an empty teller. "Greetings goblin. I would like to go to my vault."

"Name?"

"Harold Potter," I answer. The goblin gives a jerk and looks at me closely. Not seeing anything of importance with my hood shadowing the upper part of my face.

His green face twists into a look of anger as he orders, "Remove the hood imposter. Potter has been dead for months. Your own ministry confirms this." At the tone of his voice, the guards close in around Hermione and I with their spears lowered.

Pulling my hood down, my ears pop up and I glare at the little goblin with my duel colored eyes. "I am willing to give an oath saying I am the true Potter. Is this needed goblin? Or do I have to kill you all for threatening me and my friend?! That may prove nothing, but will make me feel better." The green-skinned creature gives a jerking nod. Drawing my wand, I say my oath and add something extra to make it more valid. "Under the eyes of the goddess of night, I swear on my life and soul that I am Harold James Potter, also under the alias of Sirius Black in the land of Remnants. May I be judged under your rule, my goddess, if I be lying, may you take my soul to do with as you see fit."

The goblin's eyes widen as I say the ancient oath. I found it in a book on oaths I skimmed through once. It was used in the early days before truth serums were made to weed out the criminals. Families rebelled as they did not like their loved one's souls being taken under servitude for stealing a chicken.

I feel a burning up my arm. Pulling down my jacket, I see the image of a woman holding the moon to her breast with a motherly look on her face on my bicep. Inside the moon is a howling wolf silhouetted from the white. Seeing as I am alive, I take this as a good sign. Wasn't in the book if it comes off? "Believe me now little goblin?"

The goblin wordlessly snaps his fingers, the guards all back down and tells his assistant that is behind his chair, "Take Mister Potter and his friend to his vault post-haste." The goblin snaps a salute and quickly walks down the hall. We follow after him, pulling my hood back up as I go. We reach the carts soon and pile in. After an exhilarating ride, we stop at the door to my vault and I go in. I can take as much out as I want as it refills from my main vault which I will see to getting into before I leave this realm.

Pulling out my money pouch, I call out an advanced summoning charm with the pouch wide open. It sets a target and something is summoned towards it. Useful for something like this or trap making. As I am not one to do those in battle and when I need to summon things, I just use accio, it is not used much. Learned it from Fred and George when I helped them prank some people.

Soon, I have all the gold in my pouch and am set to go. The pouch will only open if I say, "Mischief is in need of funding," In parseltongue. Taking a coin out, I flip it towards the goblin that took us here and got back into the cart.

The goblin brings us back to the surface quickly and we leave. "So, what are you going to use all that gold for?" Hermione asks.

"Hm. I don't know, but gold is valuable everywhere, so I'll probably just sell half in Remnant, keeping the rest for personal use. Some of the gadgets there needs high quality gold, so smelting them down will give me that." Exiting the bank was like a breath of fresh air. "Now, let's go shopping. Need enough knowledge for years, so back to the store to pick up a trunk to carry a library fit for a scholar and then to the books. Tell me if you want a copy. I can get you one too. My money means absolutely nothing to me."

"I can't do th-" Hermione tries to object.

I cut her off before she gets going, "You can and you will. Do not fight a losing battle 'Mione. If I can convince Blake to get out of the library, I can convince you to let me buy you some books."

Sighing, she nods and accepts it. My tone of voice telling her everything. While meek and broody at school, I would sometimes break it to show that I mean business to convince people. As we walk to the trunk store, Hermione asks, "Whose Blake?"

"Teammate. In the Vale, I am part of a hunter team, RWBY. We kill grimms and do some mercenary work. Grimms are soulless monsters that are mad with bloodlust that are EVERYWHERE."

Hermione, the ever curious person, asks, "Who else is on your team our is it just you two?"

"My team is made of four girls. Ruby, who is the leader. She uses a big scythe to tear grimms apart. Strange for such a nice girl. Weiss, a rapier user that uses dust, a mineral that is like crystallized elements, to fight. Blake, a cat Faunus who is like a ninja or something. Last is Yang, Ruby's sister. She just beat the shit out of things with steel gauntlets that has a shotgun built in to add a little power to the hits. All around a dangerous set of people and I would not have it any other way."

"Sounds like you like them a lot," Hermione observed as I pick out a scholar trunk and bought it. It can hold thousands of books, be weightless and fits in my pocket.

"Yeah. Think of the snowy couple as my sisters. Even though Weiss can be... A snob at times." That's putting it mildly, though she has gotten better since the Blake incident. A lot more considerate of people's feelings.

"Snowy couple?"

"Ruby and Weiss are 'dating' each other. They are trying to hide their relationship from the team, but I walked in on them once. Awkward that. So I know what is going on. They aren't that subtle, so I'm sure the others see it. Blake for sure as she likes those romance novels, probably sees relationships with everyone."

We enter the book store as we continue the conversation, grabbing any books that look useful in the least. Anything that is not fictional or history based went into the shopping basket which I am carrying. It has a feather weight on it, along with an expansion, so it doesn't get full or too heavy.

"Sounds like Ron and Lavender this year." Like that the happy times die a little. "Sorry Harr- Sirius."

"It's fine. How is the little traitor doing these days?"

Ron, well... He's been spreading some stories about you that people are believing. In most people's eyes now, you are a sadistic sociopath." Not too far off the mark, but I like to think I don't enjoy suffering for its sake, just the suffering of my enemies.

"I tried to stop them, but they just ignored me and followed whatever Ron said. They don't even believe me when I tell them that he tried to kill you! When it finally came out that he did, everyone worshiped him for his 'good deed'!" As she explains, we continue deeper and deeper into the store, picking out these obscure books on magic branches that even Hermione has never heard of.

Wow, I can't believe that they dismissed the murder of myself so casually. "Didn't expect that... Ah well. I'll be gone in a month or something, so it doesn't matter to me." Hermione latches onto my arm at these words. The panicked look in her eyes stop me dead from asking to let go.

"Please don't leave me again! Please! I have no one anymore! If you leave, please take me with you!" The bushy haired girl begs me.

"I-I can't." This display of weakness and the look in her eyes almost physically hurts me, enough that I have to give in a bit, "If I do, you will be living alone for the next few years as I finish school. You can't get into my school as it is for heavy fighters that can use aura. You don't have any either. To even get mine, I almost died!"

"I don't care Harry! As long as you visit often enough, I really don't care. No one here cares for me anymore. Neville and Luna try, but it just doesn't work out. I have no one, but you! I'll just get a civilian job. Maybe at a library, I always wanted to do that when I was younger." The look on her face makes me feel horrible. She looks so scared of being alone.

Knowing the feeling of this kind of loneliness, I say,"I can't give you a definite answer, but I can try" She slowly lets go of my arm and we continue to go through the books in silence. Can I really bring her back with me? She has no one here. I could apperate every night to check up on her to see how she is doing. I banish the thoughts for later. I have to pick out these things for now, I'll entertain the idea when the job is done.

By this point, we are through the book store and have what I see as seven hundred gallons with of books or seven thousand pounds. It will make a dent in my money, but only 1/20. I have a lot of money in my trust.

Having the cashier ring it up was fun. She looks so stunned at the amount of books. After stash it in my library trunk for later sorting, we leave and head to the ice cream parlor for a snack before we go to Sirius's for some of the more shady books. "If I do take you with me. You'll have a hard road ahead. You will have to go through all years of school again, muggle version of it too, so you will have to learn everything new. I'm sure they have online courses for you to take, but it will be difficult."

"Snuffles, you know how I am with academic challenges. I'll get to my age group in a year or two." The scary thing is that I believe her. Ruffling her hair like I do my teammates, I chuckle while continue eating my ice cream.

When we finish, I say, "Alright then. Well, time to got do business in the Black residence."

"Oh, well, can you apperate?" I nod. "Well, let's go!" We apperate to the park outside the Black's house and I knock on the door. Moody opens the door with his wand trained on me.

I raise my hands to show they are empty. "Lower the wood Mad-eye. I'm just here to pick up a few books."

"Who are you?" The man gruffly asks, not lowering his wand.

"Obviously someone who have been here before man. Harry Potter at your service. Need to get a few books from Padfoot's dusty library."

"Bullshit! I saw Potter die!" Moody shouted at me, keeping his wand steady on me.

"I've made an oath to the goddess once today, Hermione is my witness and so are the goblins. I have a picture on my arm to prove it. May I come in?" I pull my arm out of the sleeve and show him the image of the goddess.

The man backs into the doorway with his wand still on me. Paranoid lunatic. Closing the door behind us, I pull off my hood and shake my hair loose. Without any more words, I jog upstairs and enter the library. Can I take any of these out? "Kreacher!" The house elf pops next to me, sprouting his pureblood nonsense.

"Quiet you silly creature! I want to know if I can take any of these books out of the library?"

"Yes you can, filthy master," the little creature growls. That answers that, I grab the books that I will use, leaving the truly diabolical stuff alone. Rape magic is not something I would even think of using. Hermione digs through a bag of her own books and pulls on out to read while I do this. Even for the born scholar, seeing these types of magics are not on her to-do list.

Putting it in my library trunk. I hop out of the library to see Hermione still reading one of the many books I got her in a comfortable chair while Moody and Tonks are standing by the door, watching me work. Walking over to Hermione, I drape over the chair and check out what she's reading. It's a book on charms of seventh year. "C'mon Hermione, it's late. Let's get back to Hogwarts." It's around five right now.

"Not so fast Potter. You need to explain where you were!" Tonks cries as she blocks the door. Her slim physique doesn't really help as I can just pick her up and move her.

Eying her, I nod and gesture to the seats that Hermione is in. The brown-haired girl immediately puts her book away to hear the story. Once everyone is sitting, I lean above Hermione on the back of her chair once more as I begin, ready to dodge at any point if Moody loses his mind and zaps me.

"Well, I fell through the veil after Ron pushed me and I tripped over Padfoot. After free-falling for some time, I come to only to see a roof I was about to smash through. Not as painful as you would think. Just some shattered bones and internal bleeding. Little blood and I am good to go. Whe-"

"Blood?" Tonks interrupts. The three are looking at me.

"Oh right, I never told anyone." Chuckling nervously, I continue. "I'm a vampire. Been one since third year." I continue quickly with the story to avoid questions, "So, I got back up after healing and killed a few gangsters as I fell into their club. Had the help of a blonde girl, Yang, for a bit before she stopped to watch me fight the rest." Remembering the day, I smirk at how shocked Yang looked, the one time I've ever seen that look on her face.

"Got invited to the same school as the girl for my 'skill' with fighting. They don't have magic so they thought that blowing people up was the work of aura. The school is to train basically mercenaries to fight soulless creatures."

"Put on a team with Yang, the blonde girl, her sister, and two other girls. Oh! And when I unlocked my aura, which nearly killed me, it made me part dog. Was on a mission, my first solo, when I was apperating back to school, but I got pulled back here early this morning. And that is the story of my time at Beacon so far."

"V-Vampire?" Hermione stutters. I dropped hints, but I guess she dismissed them as being a dog.

"Dog?" Tonks asks. I flick my ears that she has somehow missed, wagging my tail to see past the chair edge. She stares at the animal parts, then add her own pink set on top of her head. "This is cool!" She cries as she starts wiggling the new parts on her head.

Hermione giggles and I chuckle at the excitable girl. "Anyways, I need to get miss Ganger back to school because she just skipped a day of class to come out shopping with me. I'm sure adding on, out past curfew is not the best thing to do."

The breaks Hermione out of her giggling. "Shit! Sirius, we have to go!" She grabs my hand and I wave over my shoulder at the pair before matching Hermione's pace. Laughing to myself as this is the first time I've ever heard the girl swear.

The trip back to Hogwarts was fun. We got back to Diagon alley, then using floo we got back to the town. Snuffles made another appearance as I sprinted back to the grounds, tongue hanging out of my mouth, enjoying the freedom. I didn't realize I was using aura until I got to school in a minute.

I barely keep myself from laughing as Hermione falls off my back and presses her head to the dirt. "You lunatic!" She cries with her head to the ground. "You forgot I was there didn't you?!"

Shifting back, I pat her on the back and answer honestly, "No, but I did forget to go slow that time around. Nice to go for a jog as Snuffles once in a while. Running in the Emerald forest gets annoying when you have all these grimms trying to kill you when you are just running. Now, I need to find my room and you need to go do your prefect duties."

Groaning at the mention of the prefects, she climbs back to her feet. "Thanks for the books Snuffles, I'll see you tomorrow for breakfast." She hesitates, then gives me a peck on the cheek before running off. Freezing up for a minute, I stare as she retreats. Why are my first kisses so weird?

Going back into the castle, I head off in a random direction to find my room. In hindsight this was a really stupid idea, but I was bored. This turns into a futile search and I give up in three hours, realizing I don't even know what the portrait for the guest room looks like. Knowing Hogwarts pretty well from the years I spent here, I easily find the room of requirements. I guess I'll just stay here for now.

Not really tired, having slept for so long to replenish my magic and recover from the weird ass fight in my mind, I guess I can use the room to train a bit. "Um. Can I have a training aid to help me with my sword?" I ask the room.

A figure flickers into view, a man in red armor with a long mane of blonde hair loose around his shoulder. He looks around until he stops on me standing in the middle of the room, staring at him. His gaze is like that of a king looking over a peasant. I felt like an ant under his eyes.

"Finally! Holy mother of the fucking night! Someone decided to summon me!" The man cheers, breaking his intimidating presence. "Come here you weird-looking guy, give old Godric a hug!"