Sorry for another long wait. My nephew was born just after Christmas, the covid-19 pandemic is driving everyone nuts, a quick fight with the flu, and I had to have my appendix removed. You figure the last two would encourage me to write while I healed, but it was the exact opposite. To be honest, I don't really remember if this chapter I wrote was the original plan. It could have been something different two months ago.

Oh, well. I hope you enjoy.


Harry was trying not to fidget as he waited for the doctor to arrive with the test results. He was also not trying to scratch the new additions on his forearms, back and scalp. The feathers didn't itch like they did yesterday, but he almost couldn't help but scratch them. Just to let him know they were real and attached to him.

The smell of the room was bothering him as well. The old smell of alcohol and disinfected floors were bringing up some bad memories. Granted, the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts didn't smell like this, but it was a reminder how many times he had been hurt in his life. Luckily, he was in his clothes and not a hospital gown. That would have been too awkward.

Qrow was in the waiting room. He helped Harry sign in, then stayed there. He asked Harry earlier if they should pretend to be father and son, but Harry declined that. He appreciated Qrow trying to help. However, that would have been a lie that would grow until it blew up in their faces. Fortunately, Harry didn't need a parent or guardian to be examined.

Vargarna had a small clinic for the village's 1000+ residents. Despite it being small, it had some very advance equipment. Harry was in one of the three examining rooms, with a fancy glass monitor and with many attachments for blood pressure, heart rate, and even x-rays. He was sitting on the edge of a long, adjustable bed. The room had the usual sink, extra chair for guests, shelves filled with gloves, swabs, and even jars of cotton balls. A two-step walk led to a small loo with only a toilet and sink. There was also a small holoscreen in the top corner of the room with Vale News Network replaying the morning reports.

The door opened and Dr. Woods stepped into the room. He was older than Qrow with silver hair mixed with a few shades of brown. His face was lined with wrinkles and a few scars. He wore slacks, a blue dress shirt, and a standard white doctor's coat. Instead of a clipboard, he carried a large Scroll. Through the glass, Harry saw what looked like a series of dots and dashes. Dr. Silver looked from the screen and at Harry.

"It's a bird," he said.

"So, I am a faunas now?" Harry asked.

"Yes. It's rare, but not unknown for teenagers to develop faunas traits when they hit puberty. Or even when they get their aura unlocked, which your guardian told me about earlier."

Harry was silent. He knew the unlocking of his aura was what triggered his transformation. It seems like it wasn't just his Phoenix abilities he gained when he arrived in Remnant. It seemed other parts had to be added as well.

"Tell me Mr. Potter, were either of your parent's faunas?" asked Dr. Silver.

Harry adjusted quickly to the story he was telling others. "I don't know, doctor. My parents died just after I turned one. I was raised by an aunt and uncle who didn't like me or my parents. Any questions I asked about them were ignored. I do know it wasn't from my mother."

"So it was from your father then?" asked Dr. Silver. He looked at the screen again. "It seems like you are an unknown Mr. Potter. We haven't been able to identify what kind of bird faunas you are. Parrot, pheasant, and hummingbird tests haven't been a match. Those are the only ones we have on file. Maybe a hospital in one of the major kingdoms might have more luck. But other than that, you are very healthy teenager and there is little I can do for you."

Harry hopped off the bed. "Thank you, doctor."

"Will you hold out your scroll?" Harry pulled his scroll from his pocket and held it out. The doctor held out his and swiped the screen towards Harry's. There was a beep on Harry's Scroll and he opened the folder that appeared. There were two new notices in folders. One was labeled 'So you're a faunas' and the other was 'feathers-cleaning and maintaining hygiene'.

"Those should help you adjust to new world you've been introduced to. One is how to properly a clean body with feathers. The other is how live in a world as a faunas. I don't know if you know, you've now entered a difficult world. It's best if you know how to adjust to it."

Harry understood. He did see a few faunas in the village. People with bull horns, cat tails, and one individual who had scales on his arms. And when he was in the inn for breakfast and walking to the doctor's office, he did notice the stares. Not the usual 'that's the Boy-Who-Lived' stares but more 'He's lying' stares. The same stares he endured throughout Fifth year at Hogwarts. It was something he was now going to have to live with every day.

"Thanks for everything," said Harry.

"Anytime, Mr. Potter." He shook Harry's hand. "Good luck."

Harry walked back down the hallway and into the waiting room. There was only three people waiting. One was Qrow. The other was a mother and son. When the mother saw Harry, she shifted closer to her son. As if to shield him from Harry. Harry mentally sighed.

So, it begins.

Harry paid for his treatment and went to Qrow. He looked up from his scroll at Harry. "Everything good?"

"As good as it can be," Harry answered. "I'm a faunus now."

Qrow stepped out of the building and back into street with Harry on his heels. "You're still my apprentice, kiddo. The fact you've got feathers now won't change that."

"Thanks, Qrow," said Harry. He was about to say more when his scroll beeped. He pulled it out and checked. It was a text from Yang.

"U R SOOOOO CUTE!" -Yang.

"What the…?" said Harry

"Oh, I may have sent a photo of your new look to Yang and Ruby," Qrow added.

"You did what?" squawked Harry. But before he could finish berating Qrow, the Scroll started ringing. He checked the i.d., groaned and answered. "Ruby, now is not a good time."

"But you got feathers!" Ruby squealed through the speaker. Harry had to pull it away from his ear for a moment. "How can we not talk about this?"

"Cause I'm still adjusting to them. I kind of don't want to talk about right now."

"Do they do anything?"

"Do anyth-Ruby, they're feathers! They don't do anything."

"I want one!" said a different, faint voice through the speaker.

"Yang! I am not sending you a feather. They are attached to me. They hurt when they are pulled on."

"Awww"

Harry sighed. "Ruby, I'll call you tonight." Then he hung up.

"Hehe," Qrow snickered.

"Shut up," Harry snapped. "What are we doing now?"

Qrow took a drink from his flask before he answered. "Go get your weapons and meet me where we trained yesterday. We got work to do."

They spent the morning working on Harry's aura defense. The more he practiced, the more he could keep his defense up. This time, he kept it up for nearly 30 seconds. When he did it again a second time, Qrow made him walk around while keeping his defense up. But this time he could only keep his aura engaged for only a few seconds. Harry complained about not being able to hold his own defense up while walking, so how could he maintain it while fighting.

"You've only been working on your aura for two days, kid." Qrow and Harry were sitting under a tree drinking water while Harry tried to catch his breath. "Give a week. Maybe even two. You can't expect to learn this stuff overnight. Try having a little patience."

Patience. Not one Harry's strong suits and he knew that. Maybe if he learned some patience, he would have not dragged his friends into a dangerous mission at the Ministry. He was going to have to take things slow. He hated that.

After Harry recovered, they worked on sword forms. Along with the forms Qrow was teaching him, Harry was also trying merge his wand waving talents into sword attacks. It was difficult at first, but soon became like second nature to him. Just like his first spar with Qrow, his practice with wand magic at Hogwarts was guiding him in another way. Slashes, jabs, weaves, and swishes of wand movements were now sword arts.

At lunch, the duo took a break and made their way towards the inn.

"Hey, Qrow, can I ask something?" asked Harry.

"Sure."

"Well, Ruby told me you taught her how to use a scythe. But you're using a sword to spar with me. Do you have a scythe?"

Qrow smirked and pulled Harbinger from his back. "That's the thing about our weapons, kid. They shift." Qrow flipped a switch near the handle and his sword suddenly bent forward and two, short gun barrels poked from the handle. "It's now a short-range shotgun."

Harry started at his weapon. "It's now a gun?"

"And for the grand finale." Qrow flicked the switch again. There was a mechanical whirling coming from the handle that reminded Harry of a pocketwatch. The sword's blades extended out and then started to bend in a curve. A second set of red blades popped out from the other side of the blade. There was a quick hiss and a long handle emerged from the original grip. Now, Qrow held a scythe.

"Wicked," Harry whispered.

Qrow chuckled and shrunk the scythe back into its smaller form. "Nice to know I can still shock you kids. Now, come on. Let's get some grub."


The two enjoyed another delicious meal at the end. However, Harry could feel the stares at his back. He could almost hear their thoughts.

Where did this faunus come from? Was he hiding his feathers earlier?

"Just ignore them, kid," Qrow said behind his mug of beer.

"Easy for you to say. You're not being ogled like a bird in the zoo."

Qrow sighed. "Your right. I don't know what it's like. I don't know what kind of advice to give you now that you're a faunus. All I can say is don't lose your cool. Any sign of aggression could lead to more trouble."

"So, I'm just supposed to stand by when they start hurling abuse at me?"

"Just walk away from it, kid. Don't play their games. They're just words."

"And when the verbal abuse becomes physical?"

"Let them throw the first punch," said Qrow. Then he grinned. "Then you can punch back. And punch back hard."

Harry rolled his eyes. But he realized that Qrow had a point. They were just words and stares. He ignored them from Malfoy, Snape, Umbridge and others before. He can do it here in Remnant, too.

After they finished lunch, Qrow led Harry back upstairs to their room. Harry saw the small, backpack Qrow carried around laying on his bed.

"It's time for me to head out and continue my mission. You're going to stay here in Vargana and train," Qrow explained.

"Okay."

"The room is paid for the next five days. When it's over, I want to join me at the next village."

"Wait, you're not going to come back? I have to walk to the next village on my own?"

"It's part of your training, kid. It's a dangerous world outside the walls. If you really want to be a Huntsman, you've got to brave it out. Be willing to face whatever might come your way. Only then will you succeed as a warrior."

Harry bowed his head. "You think I can do it?"

Qrow placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. "You can, kid. I know you can." He then picked up his backpack and headed towards the door. Before he opened it, he turned back to Harry. "I'll have Forrest check in on you whenever he can. He owes me a favor. Train and study hard."

Harry nodded. "I will."

Qrow nodded back. Then turned and left, closing the door behind him. Harry watched the door for a few moments. If he was going to be a Faunus and a Huntsman, he better start studying to become both. Reaching into his backpack, he pulled out two books: Way of the Hunt and the Faunus Wars. Settling comfortably onto his bed, he began to read.


Still uncomfortable with the stares, Harry took his dinner in his room that night. He video chatted with Ruby and Yang about his feathers and yes, sent them pics. They told him being a Faunus didn't matter and that they will still be friends. Harry blushed when both girls blew him kisses as they said goodnight.

The next morning, knowing he couldn't hide in his room for five days, decided to head downstairs to breakfast. He tried to be there early to avoid the breakfast rush, but there still a few patrons in there. It was a group of farmers. When they saw Harry, they smirked and snickered.

"Look, guys, our eggs are being delivered by the chicken faunus. Did you order scrambled?" one said.

"Eggs? I ordered the pheasant. Maybe one of his relatives is the main course," said another.

Harry gritted his teeth and sat at the bar while the men behind laughed. A moment later, the waitress appeared in front of him with his usual breakfast and a sad expression. She motioned to the men at the table with her head and mouthed 'sorry' to him. Harry nodded and started eating.

He tried to eat fast. The men started making clucking sounds with each bite he took. When he finished, he pushed his plate away, threw a Lien card on the table, and rushed out of the inn. One of the men shot a 'cock-a-doodle-doo' at him as he closed the door behind him. He ran towards the north end of town, dodging early pedestrians and keeping a hand on his sword so it didn't swing around.

Minutes later, he reached the area he and Qrow have been training at the past few days. He bent over, trying to catch his breath; it only took a moment with his new aura healing. Then…

"ARRGHH!" CRACCKK!

Harry's fist slammed into a nearby tree. His nearly obliterated half the trunk and the tree swayed dangerously, leaves falling around him. He was breathing heavily again, mostly from frustration. It was harder than he thought adjusting to his new changes.

"I am Harry Potter," he muttered. "I'm a phoenix Faunus. I was a wizard. I am a Huntsman."

He brushed the sawdust and wood chips off his knuckles and sat down before the tree. Taking a deep breath, he focused on his defensive aura. This time, he brought it to surface and held on to it. It used to feel like he was gripping water; slippery and falling through his fingers. Now, it was beginning to feel like snow. It was still slippery, but he could hold onto it better than water. At least, until it started melting.

Soon, Harry bet the more he practiced, it begins to feel like ice: More solid and would melt a lot slower.

Harry let go of his aura control, then focused again. Again, it was quicker to grasp onto. Harry opened his eyes and slowly stood up. Slowly, he began walking forward while maintaining his defense. The first time, it was like trying to balance a Quaffle using only two fingertips. Now it felt like he was using four. Harry could hold on but had to be careful not to disrupt the balance.

He made it ten steps before his control slipped. He tried again and made it thirteen steps. Again, and sixteen steps….

Harry kept practicing as long as he could. Time didn't matter as he focused on his aura control. However, he snapped out of his funk when he felt his stomach growl with hunger. Pulling out his Scroll, he saw that the lunch hour at the inn was almost over. If he hurried, he could make it back before the kitchen closed. Otherwise, he would either must wait until dinner or get lunch from the supermarket.

As Harry made his way to tree where his sword and gun rested, he heard another growl that froze him in his tracks. It was deeper and more menacing than his stomach could ever produce. Slowly, Harry turned to look at the tree line where he heard the growl.

Three Beowolves were staring at him as they slowly stalked their way towards where he was standing. One even licked its lips with its long tongue. They were four feet tall crawling on all fours, six feet when they stood on their hind legs. Claws on all four paws had to be four inches long, each one ready to disembowel him. Black fur with white spikes on their spine along with bone plates on their arms and legs. Red, burning eyes housed in a white skull.

Harry realized they might have been following his emotions earlier, but that was hours ago. Could they have sensed it, then began hunting when they didn't?

He quickly grabbed his sword and sheathed it, then picked up his magnum. He pulled the slide back and loaded a shell into the chamber, then switched off the safety. Getting into a stance he learned from Ruby and from the practice he had earlier with Qrow.

The problem was his hand was shaking from nerves. The Beowolves, observing that their prey was now armed, charged forward. Harry felt his spine and stomach disappear with fear and adrenaline. He pulled the trigger and the bullet went over the Grimm's heads.

"Squeeze, don't pull" Ruby said.

Harry tried again, this time squeezing the trigger. It went high again because of the recoil.

"Line your gun with your forearm. You can absorb the recoil that way," said Qrow.

He made an adjustment, lining the gun and his forearm in a single line. He fired and chipped off a piece of one's spine armor. The three monsters were only yards away.

"Support the pistol with your left hand. You're a beginner, you can worry about that fancy one-handed trick shooting when you get more experience," explained Forrest.

Harry brought up his left hand and gave more support to the magnum. It also stopped the shaking from holding it one-handed. He squeezed the trigger again. This time, Harry's aim was true, and the dust round blew off one of the Beowolf's arms at the shoulder. It stumbled, then rolled to a stop. The damage must have been enough to cause death because black mist began to seep from its body. The other two didn't even slow down. A couple of more bounds and they would on top of Harry.

"And also, remember to breathe," added Ruby.

Harry let a breath, slightly slowing down his rapid heartbeat. Then….

BLAM! BLAM!

The first round impacted the middle Beowolf's paw, causing it to rear up in pain. The second round connected directly into its chest. It burst into black mist and disappeared. The last Beowolf leaped towards Harry. It's long claws and teeth aimed to tear him to shreds.

BLAM!

Harry's last round hit the Beowolf in the skull. The force of the impact launched the wolf in the opposite direction. It smoked and disappeared before it even hit the ground. Harry remained in his stance, the adrenaline slowly leaving his body. Then, his arms dropped and began shaking badly.

Slowly, Harry realized his super strength would only be with him as long as he kept his courage up. His fear broke that control and he couldn't hold his gun steady. Ruby was right. Shooting at targets was a lot different than shooting at Grimm. Targets didn't want to rip you to shreds.

And through all that, he didn't even activate his defensive aura. The only positive think he did was count his shots.

Am I ready to become a Huntsman?

Before he could think of an answer, another growl rumbled from the tree line. Harry looked and saw three more Beowolves emerged from the woods. This time, one of them was nearly twice as big as a normal Beowolf. It had spikes along its spine and along its arms. It also had more bone armor covering its body and limbs. It was an Alpha Beowolf. The Alpha howled and other two bounded towards Harry.

Harry swore and ejected the empty magazine. He reached behind his back for another one, but to his horror, there was nothing there. Then he remembered he left them on the dresser next to his bed in his haste to eat breakfast and train earlier. Swearing a storm, he holstered his gun and turned to run back to the village.

But then he stopped. No. He couldn't endanger lives by bringing Grimm to the village. It's not what a Huntsman does. Qrow has been training him not just to be a warrior, but a protector. A Huntsman protects.

Even to the bitter end.

Harry turned to face the two Grimm approaching him and withdrew his sword. He mimicked the stance Qrow taught and prepared to fight. Taking a deep breath, he activated his aura.

The first Beowolf took a running leap towards, hoping to use its bulk to pin Harry down. Harry rolled underneath it as the monster flew over him. Harry quickly got to his feet and approached the second Beowolf. It reared up on its hind legs and swiped at Harry's neck. Dodging to the left, Harry brought the sword in an upward slash, slicking off one of the wolf's hind legs. Unbalance the Beowolf fell on its back, howling with rage. Harry charged forward before the Grimm could retain its balance. Using both hands, Harry thrust the sword down into the Beowolf's chest. He quickly twisted the pommel, effectively killing the Grimm as it exploded in a cloud of smoke.

However, the first Beowolf leapt through the smoke produced by its kin and slashed Harry across his arm. Harry screamed as he felt the claws rip across his skin. But just as quickly as it came, the pain suddenly disappeared. Quickly looking at his arm, he saw no blood or claw marks. Only a faint red-gold glow.

He did it. He engaged his aura and it protected him.

Grinning, he turned to the Beowolf and slashed its side. He missed the body but slashed off the bony spikes on the Grimm's shoulder. The Beowolf reared up and brought both arms up. Harry held onto the flat side of his sword with his other hand and blocked the incoming claws. Realizing his strength was back due to his confidence, he was able to keep the Beowolf from falling on him. Harry then reared his right leg back and kicked the Beowolf in the stomach. A loud pop was heard, and the monster collapsed onto the ground. Harry raised his sword high and sliced off the Beowolf's head. The head rolled along the ground for a few seconds before it evaporated in smoke along with the body.

Taking a deep breath, Harry turned to the Alpha, which was slowly making its way towards him. Sweat dripped from his forehead as he got into position to meet the last Beowolf. It stopped just in front of him and stood up on its hind legs. It had to be over eight feet tall with claws and teeth bigger and deadlier than its brothers.

Before Harry could blink, the Alpha swiped its' large claw towards Harry. Harry raised his sword to block it, only to be lifted off his feet and thrown back across the field. Harry hit the ground, bouncing along the grass. He was able to keep his aura defense up at first, but the pain made him lose focus. He came to stop near the tree he trained underneath. His tried to catch his breath as his spine and ribs screamed with pain that was making his eyes water.

Harry tried to push up, only managing to slightly due so. Through his watery eyes, he could see the Alpha bounding towards him. Taking a quick breath, he focused his aura and waited for the right moment to be in range. When the Alpha neared him, Harry slashed at its neck. The Alpha stopped and leaned back to avoid the sword.

It knew? Harry thought. The Beowolf knew how to dodge a sword strike.

The Alpha lunged forward and gripped Harry's sword arm in its jaws. Harry yelled as the Beowolf began to shake its jaws to try and break Harry's bones. Harry's aura kept the teeth from penetrating his skin but did not stop the pain. With his sword arm useless, Harry began focusing on his Phoenix Fire with his left hand to punch the Alpha's face.

But the moment he did, his aura stopped working and the teeth pierced his skin.

Screaming, Harry punched the Alpha between the eyes. The monster howled and let go of Harry's arm. It jerked and rolled on the ground as the fire burned its white skull. It wasn't enough to kill it, however. Harry slowly stood up, his right arm hanging by his side as it dripped blood onto the ground. He picked up the sword with his left hand charged forward. Harry focused his Fire into his left hand, enveloping both his hand and the sword with red-gold fire.

Harry charge forward and leapt into the air, thrusting the burning sword deep in the Alpha's chest. The Alpha froze for a moment before bursting into gold dust.

Collapsing on his knees nearby, Harry cradled his right arm to his face. He tried not to be sick when he saw that the Beowolf's teeth had pierced skin, muscle, and fat. If he was one second late when he used his Fire, Harry had no doubt the Alpha would have severed his arm with its jaws.

As his tears began to pour down his face and onto his wounds, Harry realized he couldn't use his Aura and Phoenix Fire at the same time. Using one would cancel the other. The Fire was an effective weapon against the Grimm. But now, he would have to use caution when he used it.

When his wounds healed, he laid down on his back and watched the sky. Already, his breathing was becoming easier as his aura began to heal his body. He pulled his scroll out and checked his levels. His aura was at 60 %. Pretty high considering how many times he got attacked. But Qrow did say his aura levels were bigger than most. Maybe that was another small blessing.

Groaning, Harry pushed himself onto his feet. Then he retrieved his sword and sheathed it. He was lucky today. Extremely lucky.

"I need to train harder," he muttered.

Slowly, he made his way back to the village.


"Hey, look! The chicken's back!" yelled one of the men from earlier.

"I thought he flew the coop!" said another.

Harry ignored them as he made his way to the counter were the waitress from earlier was tending the bar. She glanced at Harry, then gasped when she saw the blood on his shirt sleeve.

"Are you okay," she asked.

"I'm fine," Harry answered, giving her a small smile. "Just a training accident."

"Are you sure? That's a lot of blood."

Harry pulled back his sleeve and showed his smooth skin. "See? Not even a scar."

The girl sighed with a hand on her chest. "Thank the gods. You really scared me."

"Sorry about that. I know I'm late, but is there any chance of lunch?"

"The specials have closed but I can make you a sandwich if you want. Just take a few minutes."

Harry nodded and the girl went into the kitchen. As she left, the farmers, whose rosy cheeks indicated that might have had a few too many drinks, started again.

"Can't you just lay an egg? Got a problem eating your own eggs?"

"Maybe he wants feed."

"Or maybe worms."

The three men roared with laughter as Harry gripped his fist tighter.

That does it. Screw being a passivist.

Harry slowly stood up from the bar and made his way to trio. The men watched him as he approached, the sneers on their faces growing.

"You got a problem, boy?"

"Yes, I do," Harry answered. "I want you three to stop with chicken remarks. Yes, I'm a bird faunus. No, I'm not a chicken."

"Then what are you," one man grinned nastily. "Pheasant?"

"Parrot?" asked another.

"Ooh, ooh, I know. Turkey."

The turkey remark sent the three men laughing again. One had to clutch another shoulder as he nearly fell out of his chair. Harry, his anger beginning to boil over, smashed their table into splinters with an emblazed fist. The men stopped laughing and jumped to their feet as their drinks pooled at their feet.

"I'm a phoenix," Harry said quietly.

One man snorted. "Right. And I'm the king of Vale."

"We hadn't finished those drinks," another man said as he pulled a knife from his pocket.

Harry, using the Quidditch skills he honed from years of practice, quickly swiped the knife from the man's hands. Using his aura and his strength, he snapped the blade in half. Then he burned the pieces with his Fire. The men's eyes widened with shock and they began to slowly back away.

"I don't want to hurt you," said Harry. "But I am warning you. One day you're going to piss off someone who is going to fight back. And you won't be so lucky."

"He's right," said a voice from the doorway. The mayor, Forrest, was leaning against the frame. "You boys are lucky. Keep running your mouths like that and one day, you'll have trouble speaking through a broken jaw or missing teeth. Now, you men go home and sober up."

The trio grumbled as they walked out of the building and into the streets. Harry and Forrest watched them go. Then Harry turned to the mayor.

"Am I in trouble," Harry asked.

Forrest chuckled. "No. Those three have been liked since they were teenagers. Working in the fields in the hot sun is bound to get on anybody's nerves. They're good workers but have short tempers. They were raised by families who feared and hated anybody that was different than them. It doesn't give them the right to behave like racists and bigots, but fear is always a powerful motivator."

"They're afraid of what they don't understand," said Harry.

Forrest nodded. Then he headed out into the street. "I got the day off tomorrow. If you want, do you want some training?"

Harry smiled and nodded. "I'd like that."

Forrest grinned and flipped a salute to Harry. "See you then."

Harry turned back into the bar, where the waitress was waiting with a tray that had a large sandwich and a glass of iced tea. She was looking at the broken remains of the table.

"What happened here?" she asked Harry.

"My fault, I'm afraid," said Harry. He pulled a few Lien cards from his pocket and gave them to her while he took the tray from her hands. "I hope this will cover the damages."

The girl gazed at the cards for a moment before she nodded. "It's enough. Although, I hope this doesn't happen again."

Harry smiled and made his way upstairs. "It won't."


Later, Harry was studying the Geography book he got from Vale. If he was going to find Qrow in four days, he better learn about the terrain. A shower, fresh change of clothes, and a hearty meal had done wonders for Harry. His body stopped aching and his aura was back at 100%. He also found out earlier he could use his Phoenix Fire to dry his feathers instead of patting them down with a towel. It didn't burn him, but his fire was very warm.

Lying on his bed with lamp pointed towards his book, his Scroll was playing one of the songs Yang downloaded for him. His foot was slightly tapping to beat.

Suddenly, the music stopped and the ring chime let him know somebody was calling. He picked up his Scroll and looked at the screen. Qrow. Harry answered.

"Hey, kid. How are you doing?" Qrow asked.

Harry sighed. "You would not believe the day I had today."


Hope everyone enjoyed the story. Just as a warning, the next chapter will be a time skip.