After some considerable thought, I decided to go back and revise Under the Light of the Shattered Moon, as those of you following this will have seen. This version won't have the WBWL as background, though Harry, Blake, Penny and Ilia do get dragged to Earth in the backstory for the TWT. However, we'll have, at best, allusions and flashbacks. The only other Potterverse characters I'm planning on having in the story will be Hermione, Remus and Sirius.

That being said, while I am three chapters into the story already, I am yet to watch more of RWBY, so publishing this story may have to wait. Who knows, if I can write more of it, Neopolitan and the Goblet of Fire may come out first. But I hope you like this story.

Incidentally, if Penny seems OOC in this story, it's because, unlike in canon, Harry, Blake, Ilia and Neo have socialised with her prior to coming to Beacon, so while Penny's still eccentric, she's less noticeably so.

Oh, and before I go, time for a shameless plug. While it's not a Potterverse fic, I've posted a Halloween oneshot, a crossover between Hellsing (or rather, Hellsing Ultimate Abridged) and Spooky's Jump Scare Mansion. It's called Unholy Alliance. Check it out.


UNDER THE LIGHT OF THE SHATTERED MOON (REVISED)

CHAPTER 1:

DRINKS AND DANGER

"So, where are we, exactly?"

This question came from a red-haired girl with green eyes, wide with wonder. She looked altogether too young to be in an establishment like this, even if it wasn't remotely seedy. If it weren't for the three people she was walking with, she would have been either escorted out, or viewed as fresh meat.

"We're at a bar, Penny," an older girl, maybe 17, with reddish-brown hair and what looked like freckles or birthmarks on her face, said.

"A bar? Oh, a meeting place where people attempt to achieve advanced states of mental incompetence through repeated consumption of fermented vegetable drinks!" Penny said with a smile(1).

The sole boy with them, about the same age as the older girls, chuckled. His messy dark hair framed a long face with emerald eyes, with a lightning bolt-shaped scar snaking out from underneath his fringe. "Did your dad teach you that one?"

"Nope."

"Anyway, it's more of a nightclub than a bar," the boy said. "We're only allowed here because, well, Junior knows us. He knows we work for Rusty. As long as we don't start anything, we're fine."

"I like the music," Penny said, bopping along as she walked with them.

"Good. It's been a while since we've had a night out after that extended mission," the boy said.

"It was only extended because those guys thought you were their saviour, Harry," the remaining girl said. She had black hair, golden eyes, and wore a black bow on her head. "Besides, I am not sure it counts as a mission when you're kidnapped to another dimension by an arcane artifact."

"Hey, Rusty counted it as one, Blake, and we got danger pay to boot, even though I was the one to face that dragon…and dive into the lake…and go through that hedge maze," Harry said. "At least the old fart let us go. And we got new friends out of it."

And hadn't that been a saga? Three of the four core members of the Talon covert ops unit of the Atlas Military, along with Penny, kidnapped by wizards from another world? A world that Harry had come from, free from Grimm, but not free from strife. A conflict that had thankfully been stopped before it could begin anew.

They reached the bar, and the bartender took their orders, with Harry ordering some Dust-laden lemonade for Penny. The girl with the reddish-brown hair glanced behind them, only to flinch. "Heads up. Torchwick just entered."

The four gazed at a mirror behind the bar, watching a rather dapper figure approaching. Dressed in a white suit, with a cane, a bowler hat, and a cigar, Torchwick liked to pass himself off as a gentleman thief. Well, he was a thief, and rumoured to be a murderer and with links to the terrorist faction of White Fang, oddly enough. Part of his orange hair hung over his right eye, and the other was made-up in a manner that, if Harry had seen A Clockwork Orange, he would have found familiar.

"Must be why little sis couldn't join us tonight," Harry muttered. "It's a working night, and Roman's probably taking advantage of the time until she goes to Beacon with us."

The cane-wielding thief approached Junior, the embarrassingly-nicknamed proprietor of the nightclub, and began speaking to him quietly. Penny frowned. "I cannot hear much, even with filtering software, but…he seems to want Junior to loan him some men for a job."

"We'll notify Rusty and Ozpin later," Harry said. "Maybe little sis could help us found out what he's up to."

As Torchwick finished his conversation and walked away, a girl about their age, with blonde hair, lilac eyes, and a buxom figure, strutted towards the bar, eventually sitting down next to Harry. Her face seemed vaguely familiar. "Strawberry Sunrise," she said to the bartender. "No ice. Oh, and one of those little umbrellas."

Junior, who had been nearby, came over, and asked, "Aren't you a bit young to be here?"

The girl jabbed her thumb at Harry and his group. "Aren't they? And anyway, aren't you a bit old to have a name like Junior?"

"So you know who I am. Can I ask who you are, then?"

Harry noticed the look in the blonde's face, as well as the shotgun gauntlets currently on standby on her wrists, and said, "If you're going to start shit here, Blondie, can it at least wait until after we've finished our drinks? Bar brawls tend to ruin the mood."

"Hey, I just wanna ask him a few questions," the girl said. "He apparently knows everything." Sighing, she pulled out her Scroll, and showed a picture to Junior. "This woman, you ever see her?"

Junior peered at the picture, of a woman who looked like the blonde, but with black hair and red eyes, and shook his head. "Never seen her before."

"I have," Harry said as he peered at the picture. And he was gratified to see the girl whip her head around to stare at him in shock. "And trust me, you don't want to meet her."

"Oh? And why is that?" the blonde asked, her tone both interested…and dangerous-sounding.

"Can it wait for a few minutes at least? My friends want to finish their drinks first. Trust me, you won't have to beat the answers out of anyone…"


About fifteen minutes afterwards, they walked out of the nightclub, to just outside it, into the streets of Vale. Light from the shattered moon shone down. "Okay," the blonde said impatiently. "So, what do you know about her?"

"Well, first, introductions. I'm Harry Potter. That's Blake Belladonna. That's Ilia Amitola, and that's Penny Pollendina."

"Salutations!" Penny chirped, smiling.

"Right. I'm Yang Xiao Long," the blonde said. "So, what do you know?"

"Well, I'm guessing the woman is your mother," Harry said, enjoying the look of shock on Yang's face. "Her name is Raven Branwen. And she's not someone you want to trifle with. I only really know of her by reputation. Leader of some bandit tribe. They have this major 'survival of the fittest' mentality going."

"How did you recognise her face, then?" Yang pressed.

"Our boss once briefed us on her," Harry said. "And before you ask, you can't just rock up to him and squeeze his nuts till he starts talking."

"Why not?"

"Well, if you want to try doing that to General Ironwood, be my guest. I'll buy flowers for your funeral," Ilia said.

Yang blinked. "Wait…you guys are from Atlas?"

"Sort of. We're transfers to Beacon, part of an exchange program. There's a fifth one, my kid sister, but she isn't here. You go to Beacon yet?"

"Actually, I'm starting with the most recent intake," Yang said. She peered at them. "And you can't tell me any more about her?"

"Not really, nothing you'd like," Ilia said.

"Yang? What are you doing here?"

The voice was that of a girl approaching them, one in her mid-teens. With the red hooded cloak and the black dress, Harry was put in mind of Little Red Riding Hood. Short dark hair with slight red streaks framed her face, from which a pair of silver eyes peered out. "Oh, hey sis!" Yang said. "It's kinda a long story."

"Right…and who are these people?" the girl asked.

"Salutations!" Penny chirped.

"Hey. We were just telling your sister what little information we had about your mother," Harry said. He wasn't sure how these two were related, though. Adopted? Half-siblings? There was some resemblance.

The girl frowned, and then looked at Yang. "You mean your birth mother, right, Yang?"

"Yeah. I wasn't asking them about Mom. We both know where she is," Yang said, looking morose, an expression shared by the younger girl.

"And you are…?" Blake asked.

"This is my little sister, Ruby Rose. Well, half-sister, but we don't care about that," Yang said. "Ruby, these people are exchange students from Atlas."

Harry introduced them, and Penny, true to form, said, "I hope we can be friends, Ruby and Yang!"

Ruby looked accepting, though Yang seemed bemused. "Don't worry about her. She had an overprotective father, she hasn't gotten out much. But she's a good fighter," Ilia said. Which was true enough, Harry reflected.

"Oh, I know that feeling," Yang said, as Ruby and Penny exchanged Scroll addresses. "Our father…he's pretty protective too. See you at Beacon, then?"

"Sure…"


In his hotel room later that night, Harry peered at the information forwarded to his Scroll. Okay, Yang Xiao Long and Ruby Rose, half-sisters. Yang is definitely the daughter of Taiyang Xiao Long, and Raven Branwen, and Ruby's the daughter of Taiyang and Summer Rose. Along with Qrow Branwen, those three formed the Beacon Hunter Team STRQ. Yang noted to fight using shotgauntlets known as Ember Cecilia, while Ruby, like her uncle Qrow, uses a rifle-scythe called the Crescent Rose. For her age, Ruby is apparently something of a prodigy when it comes to combat, though she is also a noted eccentric.

Not that I can talk, Harry thought ruefully, lying back on the bed he had been sitting on. Talon's been filled with mavericks ever since Rusty invited little sis and I. Then we brought in Blake and Ilia. Oum, I'm glad I managed to get Blake away from White Fang after Sienna Khan took it over. And Ilia…I'll bet you any money she would have deserted us and joined White Fang if I hadn't been there to comfort her when her parents died. And that's without going into my abilities.

Harry, you see, came from another world, one called Earth rather than Remnant. He had been orphaned as a child, and raised by…relatives. Though he wouldn't even call them that if he had his way. But when he was eight, he had been on a school excursion with his cousin to the Wookey Hole caves…and pushed down an abyss by him.

He didn't die. No. He woke up, battered and bruised, and was found by people in a nearby orphanage…an orphanage where he met the girl he would call a little sister for the first time. But after the orphanage changed hands, and the new heads turned out to be as bad as the Dursleys, he and his little sister fled…and found refuge, for a time, at Menagerie…and in the Belladonna household. It was there that he met the first of his future girlfriends, a cat-eared Faunus called Blake.

Of course, it was a long, complicated, and difficult road that eventually led to Harry and his sister joining Atlas. Blake wouldn't do so until later, convinced that she could do more good within the White Fang…until Sienna Khan took over the leadership, and they began terrorist attacks. Blake left White Fang at the age of 15…and joined the maverick group Harry and his sister formed with some others in Atlas' military: Talon.

Talon was a group that specialised in reconnaissance, espionage, and unconventional warfare. While many derided it as an anti-White Fang group, it was actually meant to deal with enemies both without and within Atlas…including the Schnee Dust Company, whose monopoly on the Dust Atlas used and its increasingly brutal practises towards employees (especially Faunus), meant they were enemies. And there was something else, something few people in the world knew about.

Harry's little sister was on undercover work frequently, having caught the eye of one of the more infamous criminals of Vale. Even now, they were allowing her to go to Beacon with Harry as a spy for said criminal and his employers. That little plan nearly got scuppered when, over a series of months, Harry was abducted by a magical artifact and forcibly returned to the home of his birth (and it was weird, learning that six years had passed on Earth, while eight had passed on Remnant). There, he had to deal with an irritating tournament that was, at least, mildly interesting, though he would have preferred the Vytal Tournament. Oh, and he prevented the resurrection of the man who murdered his parents. Now it was up to that old fart to clean up the rest.

Some of those from that world had emigrated here. That Granger girl, for example, had been a major help when refining Harry's abilities, and she was now working in R&D. His godfather and that werewolf who knew his birth parents were coming to Beacon later, apparently as part of some collaboration with Ozpin.

His Scroll chirped, and he found a message from his little sister. Hey, Harry. You all excited about going to Beacon?

He smiled, and tapped out a response. Of course. We saw the orange-haired pimp swaggering through Junior's club tonight. You know anything about that?

He knew she'd be laughing…well, as much as she could given her condition, at that. Apparently he's going shopping for Dust. You know that woman who approached us? She wants a lot of Dust. I've notified Rusty, and doubtless he'll tell the Wizard of Oz.

Meaning Ozpin. Harry had often called Ozpin that, having seen the film before being chucked down the hole by Dudley. His sister picked up the usage of the name. Well, take care. I'll see you on the airship to Beacon.

Will do. Don't forget the ice cream vouchers


In the warehouse used by Roman Torchwick as his base, a girl in her mid-teens pocketed her Scroll, smiling. She was dressed rather elegantly, the ensemble topped off by a frilly pink umbrella, her hair was brown and pink, the latter having white streaks in it, her eyes also brown and pink. She hopped down off a pile of boxes, and stepped over to where Torchwick was poring over a map of Vale, one that showed locations of Dust shops and storehouses.

"Hey, Neo," Torchwick asked. "Have fun messaging your brother?"

Neo, aka Neopolitan, shrugged, the gesture meant to show an apparent apathy for her brother, an apathy she didn't actually feel. It seemed to get the right response, for Torchwick nodded. "Okay. Just remember what you're doing. And remember, Cinder doesn't tolerate failure, so don't expose yourself. Especially not to your brother."

Oh, Roman, Neo thought, even as she nodded. You have literally no idea what you've gotten yourself into. You think yourself big time, but between Talon and Cinder, you're small time. Especially if who we believe Cinder's true boss is correct. You're just a pawn being used by Salem

CHAPTER 1 ANNOTATIONS:

A different beginning to the story I originally wanted to tell. While I considered doing a story where Harry was dragged back to Earth by the Goblet…I've done a lot of Year Four stories, and I wanted to do this story with a minimum of Potterverse baggage, so they will be more background than anything else.

Now, the relationships are as follows: Harry is lovers with both Blake and Ilia, but Neo and Penny are both little sisters to him. When he gets better acquainted with Ruby, she'll be a little sister, and Yang will be a sister figure too.

You might have noticed, but the chapter was partially adapted from the Yellow Trailer that introduced Yang. Just saying.

Also, some of the following chapters will be adapted from the original version of Under the Light of the Shattered Moon.

1. Penny is aping Kryten's joke about pubs in the Red Dwarf episode Timeslides.