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And here we go with another entry to my Vault, specifically an answer to Whitetigerwolf's The Letter challenge. Since its based around a letter provided by Tiger, I won't be including it here. However, I will say that this is gonna be crossed with RWBY! Should be fun. Enjoy!
The Huntsman Cometh
On the first Christmas Eve of his time at Hogwarts, Harry Potter went to bed looking forward to the next day for the food and the fun, but not expecting any presents at all. When he woke early in the morning, however, the first thing he saw was a small pile of packages at the foot of his bed.
"Merry Christmas," said Ron Weasley sleepily as Harry scrambled out of bed and pulled on his bathrobe.
"You, too," said Harry. "Will you look at this? I've got some presents!"
"What did you expect, turnips?" said Ron, turning to his own pile, which was a lot bigger than Harry's.
Harry picked up the top parcel. It was wrapped in thick brown paper and scrawled across it was To Harry, from Hagrid. Inside was a roughly cut wooden flute. Hagrid had obviously whittled it himself. Harry blew it, grinning as it made a sound a bit like an owl. A second, very small parcel contained a note.
We received your message and enclose your Christmas present. From Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia.
Taped to the note was a fifty-pence piece.
"That's friendly," said Harry.
Ron was fascinated by the fifty pence.
"Weird!" he said, "What a shape! This is money?"
"You can keep it," said Harry, laughing at how pleased Ron was.
"Hagrid and my aunt and uncle — so who sent these?"
"I think I know who that one's from," said Ron, turning a bit pink and pointing to a very lumpy parcel, "My mom. I told her you didn't expect any presents and...oh, no, she's made you a Weasley sweater."
Harry had torn open the parcel to find a thick, hand-knitted sweater in emerald green and a large box of homemade fudge.
"Every year she makes us a sweater," said Ron, unwrapping his own, "and mine's always maroon."
"That's really nice of her," said Harry, trying the fudge, which was very tasty.
His next present also contained sweets — a large box of Chocolate Frogs from Hermione. The invisibility cloak from a mysterious benefactor was a pleasant surprise, especially as it apparently belonged to his father, but that quickly fell by the wayside once Harry opened his last present. He unwrapped it and a hooded, white cloak slipped out onto the bed.
"Whats this?" asked Harry, picking up the cloak.
It was unlike anything he'd ever seen before. The fabric it was made from didn't feel like wool or silk or any other material he'd ever felt before. It was light, but at the same time felt extremely sturdy. For some reason, he lifted hit to his face and smelt it. It smelt of white roses, although for the life of him he didn't know why he knew what colour the flowers were.
"Harry?"
Rons voice broke him from his thoughts.
"Why are you crying?" asked the redhead, looking concerned.
Harry blinked and lifted his hand to his cheeks. Sure enough, he could feel tears.
"I...don't know," he said as he scrubbed his cheeks.
As he did, a note fell out of the cloak. Curious as to who could have sent him something like this and why it would affect him so, he scooped it up. The only thing on the front was his name written in red ink in a hand he didn't recognized and a stylized drawing of a rose.
Dearest Harry,
As I write this letter, you are asleep in your crib. That said, it is my deepest hope that you never see this letter, that we can tell you this in person. If we're not, both your father and I are dead.
Before I go any further, you need to know, James and I love you with all our hearts. Regardless of how you feel after reading this letter, to us you are our son.
That last bit may have confused you, and that is where we get into the important part of this letter. While you are our son, I did not give birth to you.
Shortly before you're birth, you're father and I found woman in our backyard. She was injured, and obviously pregnant. I don't know if you will know this, but I worked as healer. I did my best to stabilize the woman and save her life...but it was for naught. She died but her child...you, lived. That alone was a miracle, especially as your birth mother had been poisoned, and you were still within her womb. To this day, I am unaware of what exactly the poison that killed her was. Nothing I did was able to stop it, and how you survived it, I have no clue.
Your father and I have no idea of your mother's identity. She was, at her best, incoherent and mumbling. She mumbled two words, over and over. I don't if they'll be any help if you ever decide to try and find where you come from, but they were "Crow and Salem."
We tried to find out more about her, but we never found anything. Even a blood-test on you was inconclusive, perhaps due to the poison that had run through you and your mother's veins, perhaps for some other reason.
When we were unable to find out who your mother was, and hence her family or your father, James and I decided to adopt you as our own. Considering our own problems conceiving, you were a blessing to us, despite the tragic way you came into the world.
As I said at the beginning of this letter, I had hoped your father and I would be able to tell you ourselves when you were old enough. But if you are reading this, we obviously weren't. That said, James and I love you, and we always will. Regardless of how you came to us, at this point, you are our son, our little miracle. Never believe that you are not a true Potter.
With all my Love, Your Mother,
Lily Potter.
The letter slipped from Harrys fingers as he felt his world implode in on itself. He vaguely heard Ron shouting, but it, and everything else was quickly swallowed up by darkness.
The revelation that the Potters weren't Harrys real parents left Harry reeling for a few days. When he first woke up in the Hospital Wing after his little fainting episode, he nearly completely cut himself off and not even Professor Dumbledore could get the reason for his complete shutdown out of him. It took a week for Harry to snap out of his funk and it was only thanks to something he stumbled onto that he did.
After he was released from the Hospital Wing, he took to wandering the halls at night under the Invisibility Cloak his fat...James had left him. Some part of him realized that he could use it to do more research on Flamal, but he was far to lost to do more than wonder. Hell, half the time he only avoided being caught by pure luck. Currently, he was near the library and had just overheard Quirrial being threatened by Snape. Frankly, he honestly didn't care and it was only some vestigial part of his mind that hated Snape that had prevented him from blundering straight into the argument. He looked around as the two teachers left and spotted a door that was slightly ajar. He didn't know why, but something seemed to be calling to him from inside, so he headed over and slipped inside.
It looked like an unused classroom. The dark shapes of desks and chairs were piled against the walls, and there was an upturned wastepaper basket. Propped against the wall facing him was something that didn't look as if it belonged there, something that looked as if someone had just put it there to keep it out of the way. It was a magnificent mirror, as high as the ceiling, with an ornate gold frame, standing on two clawed feet. There was an inscription carved around the top:
Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.
"Harry…"
Harry jumped at the voice and looked around wildly, the zombie like state he'd been in vanishing. There was something strangely familiar about that voice.
"Harry…"
Finally, his eyes fell on the Mirror, which seemed to be the source of the voice. He slowly walked over to it and stepped in front of the glass He had to clap his hands to his mouth to stop himself from screaming. He whirled around. His heart was pounding far more furiously than when the book had screamed, for he had seen not only himself in the mirror, but a whole crowd of people standing right behind him.
But the room was empty. Breathing very fast, he turned slowly back to the mirror. There he was, reflected in it, white and scared-looking, and there, reflected behind him, was a small group of people he didn't recognize arranged like a family photograph.
Standing on his left was a 15 year old girl with long, blond hair that was every bit as wild as Hermione's and violet eyes. She wore a tan jacket with golden brown piping and short, puffy sleeves with black cuffs that feature two gold buttons over a low cut yellow crop top that showed just how 'ahem' gifted she was, with a black symbol that looked like a burning heart on the right, a pair of black mini-shorts with a brown belt, brown, knee high boots and orange over the knee socks and a pair of bulky golden bracelets around her wrists. As if feeling his gaze, she gave a cocky grin and slung her arm over his reflections shoulders. Harry twitched slightly as he felt a very slight pressure rest over his real shoulders.
On his left was a younger girl who looked about his age and Harry was surprised to see how much she looked like him. Like the blond, she had fair skin, but her hair was short, black and faded to dark red at the tips. It also seemed to have the exact same natural messiness as his, although hers appeared at least a little under control. She was wearing a sleeveless, dark red hoodie, a black skirt, a pair of black shoes and had a hooded, red cloak around her shoulders, a lot like the white cloak that had apparently belonged to his birth mother and he'd taken to wearing all the time. The most striking thing about the little girl though was her eyes. They were a piercing silver unlike anything he'd ever seen. As he studied her, the girl smiled at him and took his hand. His fingers twitched at the phantom warmth.
Stood off to the side, as if trying to remain out of the shot, was a man with short, graying black hair and warm, red eyes. He wore a gray dress shirt with a long tail, black dress pants, black dress shoes and had a large sword slung across his back. He held a silver flask in his hand that he used to toast Harry when he saw him looking.
Sat at Harrys feet was a small, black and white Pembroke Welsh Corgi with gray eyes.
Stood behind Harry and the girls was a couple with their arms around each other's waist and proud looks in their eyes. The man was tall and had short, blond hair and violet eyes, just like the older girls. He wore brown cargo shorts with a dark brown belt, black shoes, a red bandana on his left arm and a brown leather vest over a tan dress shirt with the right sleeve cut off.
The woman looked like an older version of the younger girl and was wearing long sleeved thick black blouse with a high collar and red trim on the sleeves, a black waist cincher with red lacing up the front, a black skirt with red trim and a pair of thick black stockings and black combat boots with red laces red trim around the top and red soles. Around her shoulders was the same white cloak Harry currently wore.
At the sight of the cloak, Harry felt himself tear up as he realized who these people were. They were his family, his real family. While Harry would always be grateful to the Potters, the truth was, he had no really connection to them. After all, he had spent ten years being told precisely zip about them that was actually true and then, just half a year after finding out the truth, he found out that they weren't his real parents. They may have taken him in, but he had no memories of that. Perhaps it would have been different if he grew up with them, but right now, he felt more connection to the people in the mirror than he did Lily and James, despite not even knowing what their names were.
He stepped forwards and pressed his hands against the glass as if he could fall through it and join his unknown family as he stared hungrily at their faces. So focused was he on them in fact that he missed the way the glass rippled under his fingers.
Harry had no idea how many times, or how long he spent in front of the Mirror, just staring at the never changing image, but it was only Dumbledores intervention that prevented him from continuing to do it after school had restarted. At first, Harry had been resentful towards the Headmaster, but he quickly shrugged it off and decided to focus on his new goal. Finding his family. He expected it to be hard, after all, the letter from Lily said that they had been unable to find them, but he wasn't about to give up. Plus, as it turned out, it was easier than he was expecting, although not in the way he was expecting.
Harry stared at the sight before him, completely disgusted. When he and his friends entered the Third Floor to stop Snape from stealing the Philosophers Stone, the very last thing he was expecting when he got to the end was to find Quirrel. Actually, the last thing he expected was to learn that the DADA teacher had the face of Lord Voldemort sticking out the back of his head, apparently having been living off him like a parasite.
The Dark Lord was currently monologuing about something, but Harry wasn't listening. All he could do was stare at the monster before him that every instinct he had was roaring at him should not, could not exist. Some deep, primal part of him was yelling at him to attack, to tear him apart with his bare hands. He barely even noticed when the Stone dropped into his pocket. Voldemort did though.
"HE HAS THE STONE, SEIZE HIM!" roared the Dark Lord, snapping Harry out of his trance.
The young Wizard instinctively dodged, an instinct born from years of Harry Hunting, evading the possessed Wizards grasping hands. Unfortunately, this put him behind Quirral on the far side from the doors and freedom, even if it was through a wall of fire.
"Seize him! SEIZE HIM!" shrieked Voldemort again.
Quirrell lunged, knocking Harry clean off his feet, landing on top of him, both hands around Harry's neck. Harry's scar flared, almost blinding him with pain, yet he could see Quirrell howling in agony.
"Master, I cannot hold him — my hands — my hands!" screamed Quirrell as he staggered back off Harry.
The boy slowly got to his feet, staring in shock as the Dark Wizards hands crumpled to black dust and vapor.
"Then kill him, fool, and be done!" screeched Voldemort.
Quirrell raised his hand to perform a deadly curse, but before he could, something snapped inside of Harry. There were several things that resulted in the sudden release of power. The first was the fact that, despite all appearances, Harry was not a native of this Earth. While his homeworld was very similar, there were a few subtle differences that affected his body and Soul. The most obvious thing was Magic. When the Potters had blood adopted Harry, they unwittingly partly activated his Aura. As a result, for the past 11 years, his Soul had been under constant stress as it attempted to protect Harry from his relatives, but was unable to due to being partly suppressed, both from the botched activation and the chunk of Malevolent Soul lodged behind his scar. In addition to the buildup of pressure in his Soul, the barely understood power he'd inherited from his Mother reacted to the dark, twisted Soul before it and attempted to activate and destroy it, only to be met with the exact same problem as his Aura.
Of course, when there's that much pressure, eventually something has to give. Since the power was Harrys own Soul, it wouldn't harm him, but the sheer force that erupted out of the boy in that single moment was greater than anything ever produced by any other living being in either world.
The only warning that Quirrelmort got was Harrys eyes turning silver, before a huge blast of silver light erupted from said eyes.
"What the...GAHHHHHHH!" screamed the Dark Lord as the light washed over him.
He screamed in absolute agony as his essence was scorched by the light. He could feel his connections to his Horcruxes straining, but they simply weren't designed to withstand such power, especially when the power was specifically geared towards battling evil in all forms. All around the country, items began to shake, issuing high pitched screams. A diary in Malfoy Manor, hidden in a secret room was the loudest and, as luck would have it, attracted the attention of the Aurors that were currently searching the 'former' Death Eaters house, guiding them to the hidden room where Malfoy kept his collection of Dark Artifacts, his Death Eater Robes and his many diaries recounting the many crimes he had gleefully committed in his Lords name. Not even Fudge was able to get him off this time.
In a hidden room, eight levels above, a Diadem began to scream, although no one was around to hear it, while in a decrepit town house in London, a locket also reacted, scaring the elderly House Elf so much he had a heart attack and died. However, the fact he was able to die made him happy as it meant that Master Regulus last order was complete and the abomination destroyed. In an old shack, a ring with a bulky stone began to vibrate, the fragment of Soul attempting to scream, but restrained by the power of Death within the Stone it was tied to. Deep below London, hidden in a Vault that had not been accessed in years, a small cup screamed unheard.
For a grand total of three seconds, the fragments of Voldemorts Soul were subjected to the pain, before the containers shattered, leaving nothing but sparkling dust and a large, black stone behind. The Prime Fragment on the other hand got to experience a slow petrification within his Hosts body as what little remained of his essence slowly and agonizingly turned to stone, leaving nothing more than a frozen statue of a terrified and agonized man for Dumbledore to find when he finally arrived.
However, Harry would not be found. The force behind his powers sudden release was so great that he was thrown back into the Mirror of Erised. This, along with the sheer amount of power that was pouring off him and the Stone that was still in his hand, triggered a long forgotten power of the Mirror. See, the Mirror of Erised didn't just show ones greatest desire, it could also grant it in exchange for a sacrifice. It was Dark Magic, very Dark indeed, which is why that function had been forgotten, but in that moment, the sheer power that surrounded Harry jumpstarted the Mirrors ability and granted Harrys desire to be with his Family. By the time Dumbledore burst into the room, the only things remaining was a petrified Quirrelmort and a faintly rippling mirror with a slowly dissolving screaming face trapped behind the glass.
12 year old Ruby Rose woke with a start as a loud clap of thunder rattled her windows in their frames. She slowly got out of, rubbing sleep out of her eyes as she stumbled to the window, tripping over discarded tools and weapon parts that littered the floor of her room. She opened her curtains a crack and peeked out, watching the rain and lightning. After a moment, she shut the curtain and headed downstairs, intending to get a glass of water before returning to bed.
As she poured her water, she glanced out the window. As she did, she spotted a flash of white. She frowned and leant forwards, trying to spot what had caused the flash. Then, her eyes widened as a figure in a white cloak stepped out from behind a tree and began gliding towards the forest.
"Mom?" muttered Ruby as she recognized the cloak from her dads old pictures.
Without thinking, the girl hurried to the door, pausing only to grab her iconic red hood on her way out the door. She pulled her cloak tighter around her as she left the house, the advanced fabric it was made from serving to keep her warm and dry, despite the driving rain. She looked around, trying to spot the white figure she had seen earlier, before spotting a flash of white disappearing into the forest.
"Mom, wait!" shouted Ruby as she chased after the figure.
Ruby wasn't sure how long she ran, the dark and rain messing with her perception of time, but it felt like hours. The entire time, the white figure remained just within view, gliding between the trees while Ruby stumbled along behind it.
Eventually however, the spirit reached its destination and Ruby burst out of the forest into a large, clear area near the cliff edge. At the sight of it, Ruby paused. She knew this place. It was where her Mothers memorial was located. Ruby looked around, trying to find the white figure she had been following. As she did, the sky rumbled, right before a monstrous bolt of silver lightning erupted from the sky and struck the ground. The resulting shockwave blasted Ruby off her feet, blinding her with both the dust and the immense flash of light. Once she could see again, she gasped when she saw what was in the shallow crater the lightning bolt had made. It was a person in a white cloak laying face down on in the mud. The only thing Ruby could see about the person was the back of their head and their messy, black hair that faded to dark red at the tips, just like hers.
"MOM!"
Ruby ran forwards and turned the figure over, only for her heart to sink when she saw that it wasn't her mother, but a young boy with a bleeding, lightning bolt shaped cut on his forehead. However, that disappointment quickly vanished in favor of shock when the boy slowly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of faintly glowing, silver eyes.
All around the world, Grimm began to howl as they sensed the arrival of an immensely powerful Light while four powerful woman suddenly felt a surge of incredible joy that none of them could explain. In a darkly twisted area of the world, far from anything any Human had seen, a darkly twisted figure suddenly stiffened and spun around, unknowingly staring in the direction of Patch.
"What...somethings here," she muttered, "This could be very bad for my plans…"
In Vail, in his office high above his school, Headmaster Ozpin smiled as he watched the lightning bolt fade.
"So, it looks like your legacy is back," he breathed, "I look forwards to seeing what your children can do for this world...Summer."
And done. So, Harry is Summers Son and has inherited her Silver Eyes and a ton of power. Not only that, but all that power basically eliminated Voldemort in a single blast and resulted in him returning home. I wonder what the addition of another Rose to Remnant will do for the status quo?
Before anyone gives me grief about the Mirror, in the book it shows Harry his whole family, not just his parents, not to mention the fact he had never even seen a photo of Lily and James at that point. With that in mind, the idea of it showing him Yang, Ruby, Qrow, Taiyang, Summer and Zwei isn't that far out there. I did add its other ability though.
As for Harrys reaction to the letter, I couldn't really see him being able to see the Potters as family after that. After all, he's only really known anything concrete about them for less than a year and has never even seen a picture off them. You just can't develop a bond with someone in that situation, especially if you're suddenly told that they aren't your real family. As such, he latched onto the idea that his real Dad might be alive, especially after he found the Mirror.
Age wise, Harry is a little younger than Ruby. I couldn't find any concrete details as to how old she was when Summer left, so in this story she was about 18 months old and Summer was, unknowingly, pregnant with Harry.
Harrys hair and eye colour was changed by the Blood Adoption, but the sudden outpouring of power from his Aura and Silver Eyed Warrior powers broke that. In other words, hes now completely back to being Taiyang and Summers son.
Harry will NOT be tapping into his power like that again and he isnt going to be the most powerful Huntsman in the world at 14. That much outpouring of power was a one time thing and now his power will settle back into a much more normal level. He also won't be using magic since hes lost his wand and only has a years worth of Magical education anyway.
So, should I try and continue this? I can almost guarantee that the answer will be a hard yes. With that in mind, I'd like some ideas for team names. The letters I have in mind are H, S, B and L and if you can guess who Harrys teammates will be, I will let you create a weapon for them. I'm pretty sure that none of you will get it though.
And with that, I'm done. Please leave a review on the way out!