The rest of the afternoon after team naming passed by in a blur. The most eventful part was Percy knocking people aside while dragging a still-sobbing Grif and Midoriya behind him and Harry pulling up the rear just feeling awkward about the whole situation. In a school where it's tradition for people to be mentally challenged but Aura protecting them against physical harm, the image of a student with a sling before his first day already made him something of a celebrity so he took the brunt of the confrontations. On the way to their dorms, they stopped by the Hospital Wing of Beacon, run by Celestia Peach. She was an orange-haired woman in her early 30s wearing a hospital nurse's outfit, her hair flowing in a ponytail and goggles over her eyes. "Thank you for coming back so promptly, Mr. Midoriya!" She said, a little too cheery. Her red eyes shifted to the sling. "And how are you feeling now?"

"How do you know each other?" Harry asked.

She laughed, a high-pitched laugh that made Harry flinch; it was well-meaning but high enough to be Umbridge-like. "Headmaster Ozpin brought him to my care a few weeks ago. He had broken his arm in ways I had never seen it broken. Had to do with his semblance then, same thing as now." She broke the cast, looking at the arm. It was atrophied compared to the other arm but the deep purple color was lightening up. "Yup. What I thought. Your arm is healing nicely but the duration is concerning. I will need to apply another layer of Red Sap and it should be healed by the morning."

"What do you mean concerning?" Midoriya asked as Peach fetched another jar of sap, lathering it generously over his arm.

"Well, it is true that the Red Sap has strong healing factors for when Aura is completely decimated. The thing is, I've applied it enough times to know the healing process should be further along than it is. That tells me that your arm has lots of scar tissue that is blocking the Sap's effects? See this hand?" She pointed to the hand. "The bruising here is greatest because the scar tissue is strongest here. How many times have you broken these bones?"

"Uh…" Midoriya hesitated. He really had no idea what the number was.

"That's not a good sign." Percy stated, giving a small frown.

"Uh, for the arm. I'd say three, four times?"

"To the same extent as this?" Midoriya nodded. Peach sighed. "Alright. Now I will tell you straight up and I want you to listen, okay?" Another nod. "Using this semblance of yours might feel good and you might be gaining some control over it but stop going at full power like this. Just stop! Luckily, you all have class with me tomorrow so I will have a chance to take another look at it. You keep going like this, you won't have any arms left. Got it?"

"Yes, ma'am!" Midoriya said. Her sudden sharp tone reminded him somewhat of Aizawa so if she was anything like him, disrespecting her would be the last thing she did here.

"Good. You run along now and get some rest. See you all tomorrow."

"Yes. Sleep, here we come!" Grif shouted enthusiastically, leading them out.

"Of course sleep is what motivates him." Harry stated, watching him run out the door. "He's an interesting one for sure."

"He is." Midoriya pulled his sling back on. "Come on. We're in Room 1209." They left the Hospital Wing, hoping to avoid more of the Beacon student body, then rode the elevator to the 12th floor. Harry was startled by the presence of elevators. Muggles managed to replicate something like the telephone box to the Ministry? He shook his head of those thoughts as the doors opened, leading them into the halls. It was a simple red carpet lined hallway with the hallway before them having doors on either side and another hallway on the left. Grif was standing in front of the door, putting in the key card to open the door.

"Wow, what a bunch of slowpokes." Grif said as he stepped through. "I want to sleep so this nightmare can end."

"Not just a nightmare for you." Percy answered back, following behind into the room. It was a modest space with four beds lined up and heads of the beds facing the door, a desk in the right-hand corner, a door to the bathroom on the left and their suitcases laying neatly in the far left-hand corner. Grif had flopped himself on the nearest best and laid his hands over his large stomach.

"Hey! We ought to decide who's sleeping where." Harry said but it feel on deaf ears. Because Grif was snoring already. "How does he do that?"

"Don't know." Midoriya said, still surprised. "Good night, guys."

"Good night." Percy grumbled, going into the bathroom to get changed before laying himself down. Harry did the same, followed by Midoriya. Everything that had happened earlier in the day finally caught up with them and before they knew it, night fell once more upon Beacon Academy's campus.

Later that night, Harry woke with a start. He had dreamt of Dumbledore telling him to come back to Hogwarts but no matter how many times Harry said yes, Dumbledore would ask him and his questions would get angrier and angrier until Dumbledore transformed. Where he once stood, Lord Voldemort stood now. "Time to die." He said and, in a flash, pulled out of thin air the Sword of Gryffindor himself, its sharp silver blade arching through the air intending to cut him down to size. It was in mid-swing that Harry woke up. He looked all around him to see if his teammates had heard anything. Midoriya and Grif were both sound asleep but Percy's bed was empty and messily made. Harry looked around for his partner (the idea still was foreign to him), he saw the window cracked open. Harry got out of bed and peeked out the window. Sure enough, Percy was creeping along the stone railing outside. "Psst." Percy looked back, startled. "What are you doing?"

"Climb onto the roof." Percy said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Harry sighed, then clambered out the window too. "What are you doing?"

"I'm coming with you. We really need to talk about something said earlier today."

Percy stared at him for a moment before his eyes widened and he nodded. He looked up at the lip of the roof overhead and jumped. He grabbed onto the lip, pulling himself up. "Can you pull me up? I don't think I can do it."

Percy rolled his eyes in a playful manner then lowered his hand down. "Climb up, trooper."

Harry grasped his arm, and with Harry holding onto the lip too, managed to make it to the top. They both sat on the roof for a moment, just looking out over the grounds. "When I first arrived at my old school," Harry started. Percy turned to look at him. "I would prop open the window and watch the grounds for hours on end. It didn't even need to be much. The forest in the distance, the giant lake. Compared to my relative's, it was the most peaceful time of my life."

Percy smiled at that, looking back. "Yeah, I did that a lot too when I went to my summer camp. Didn't get to see the lake but you could hear it well." He then looked back at Harry. No more messing around, Percy thought. He had his suspicions and he needed to know. If it failed, at least he could play it off as a bad joke. "You're not from here, are you?"

Harry shook his head. "If you mean a different world, then aye. I'm not."

Percy beamed. "I knew it!" His joy faded rather quickly. "Different worlds. I've seen a lot of weird stuff but this has to take the cake."

"Agreed." Harry shook his head. He wasn't sure what Percy had seen or done but the way he said it, gave chills down Harry's spine.

"So," Percy asked, "What's your world like?"

Harry leaned his back against the roof, staring at the sky. "That's a complicated answer."

"Try me." Percy grinned back.

Harry couldn't help but chuckle at his words being used against him now. He almost looked like a little kid when he did that. "Okay, okay!" He took in a deep breath, collecting his thoughts. "I come from a planet called Earth."

"Same." Percy said.

Harry let out a sigh of relief. "You have no idea how happy that makes me. I come from Little Whinging, a small village right outside of London."

"That explains the accent then." Percy quipped.

"Do you want me to finish this story or not?" Harry asked. Percy closed his mouth. "Okay, where was I? Oh yes. My parents were killed when I was a year old so I was sent to live with the Dursleys in Little Whinging. Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon and Dudley welcomed me into their home with open arms, and a frying pan."

Percy winced. "Ouch. So you weren't making that up earlier?"

"Good Lord, no!" Harry exclaimed. "And it was like that for the first 10 years of my life until outside forces intervened. Now they're terrified to just be in the same room as me."

"What happened?"

Harry smiled wistfully. "A man named Hagrid stopped by one day to give me a letter. Turns out my parents were magical and that I was born a wizard and that I had my name put on for Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

Percy let out a laugh at that name. "Hogwarts? Seriously? Well, I got Camp Half-Blood so I can't talk."

"What's that?"

Percy waved him off. "My summer camp, will tell you about it later. Go on, continue."

Harry rolled his eyes but continued anyway. "Hogwarts gave me opportunities I could only have dreamt of. I got friends, I can do magic, I'm even the Quidditch seeker." Harry noted Percy's confused look. "It's a sport, much like football really, but played on flying broomsticks and hoops several feet from the ground."

Percy whistled at that. "That sounds awesome. Wish I could go see one of those games."

"It is. The players go so fast that you can't even see them without Omnioculars. Those are binoculars that slow down time and give replays of scenes. Sorry, I digressed. Hogwarts gave me hope for what I'm going to do with my life, and that's seldom seen at the Dursley's. And yet, I can't help but think about the challenges its had during the time I've been there."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, Voldemort, the man who killed my parents? His spell backfired on him so went into hiding in Albania until he was strong enough to come back. He took over the body of a professor in my first year, got a snake to try and eat me in my second then used my blood to come back to full power."

"How does that work?" Percy demanded, his eyes widening.

Harry shrugged. "Who knows. What matters is that he's back and almost killed me if I hadn't gone through the Veil to save my Godfather. Next thing I know, I'm on a cliffside in a place that most certainly wasn't Scotland."

Percy's eyes narrowed now. "Is this Veil still open?"

Harry shook his head. "Cave around it collapsed. I doubt the veil survived."

Percy nodded. "I'm sorry. Truthfully, I have no idea where the portal or whatever it is is. Last thing I remember in my old world was trying to rescue Annabeth from some of the oldest gods my world knows."

Harry spluttered at that. "Gods. Are you serious?" Percy nodded. "Bloody hell, you got it worse than me."

"In some ways," Percy admitted, "But we got more in common than you think even now. I was escaping these gods who had snuffed out all light and stumbled into what felt like a well but it felt… squishy like they were bugs. I fell through it. It wasn't normal. It felt like a straw that I got sucked through. The shock of being in air then being underwater knocked me out. When I woke up, I got people in my face asking me 'Who are you?' 'Man, that's some strong Aura you got there.'"

"I gotta stop you there for a sec." Harry interrupted. "These people here have shields. Spirit-based, regenerating force fields. These people don't know how good they got it. Sure could have used that during Quidditch or fighting Voldemort."

Percy laughed again, a genuine laugh much like the one in Emerald Forest. "Couldn't have said it better myself." He uttered out between laughs. Percy looked down at his hand. Harry peeked over. On his right palm, there was a chunk of his hand missing. "No, I've spent all my time along the western coast of Vale, saving villages and ships. Truthfully, I've been looking for that very portal that spat me out this entire time. Until I got dragged here."

"How did that happen?"

Percy yawned. "I may not sleep good at all, but we both need to rest if we're going to at least make a good impression on our first day."

"Hard to do that with Grif as our leader." Harry muttered. Percy just smiled as they climbed down the roof and went back to their dormitory. Sleep overcame them soon after falling onto their beds.

The alarm at 5am woke Midoriya up with a start. He pushed the button and sat up, rubbing his eyes and looked around. Percy's bed was already empty, Harry was startled by the noise and Grif showed no reaction at all. He still was in his orange armor, something that Midoriya was starting to become concerned about. And his snoring, how did Midoriya sleep through that at all?

Midoriya sat himself up and looked out the window. It was facing the campus grounds, filled with trees, birds and greenery. It was an idyllic setting but Midoriya was more focused on his teammate, Percy who was running laps around the track set up between trees. Midoriya didn't need much more convincing to pull on a pair of sweatpants, a hoodie and stepped out the door. No one else was around as he made his way through the halls, down the elevator and into the courtyard. Percy was wearing a grey sweatshirt and pants, taking a sip of water after finishing his lap. "Morning!" Midoriya called out.

"Morning." Percy answered, putting his water bottle down. Was it just Midoriya or did he stand taller when he had the water?

"Mind if I join you?" Midoriya asked.

Percy shrugged. "Whatever floats your boat." They both stepped onto the track. "Let's do spice this up for a bit. What's the result of ither of us crossing the finish line first?"

Midoriya thought on that for a moment. This was an ideal time to try and control bursts of One for All. But what would make it worthwhile? An image of Grif popped into his mind. "The person who loses has to wake Grif up."

Percy winced at that. "Going straight for the punch. I like it." Both of them stood on opposite ends of the track. Green lightning arced from his legs as One for All kicked in. It was powerful, more than he typically used, but the pain was manageable. "On your marks, get set, go!" And both took off.

"Wake up, Grif!" Percy shouted into Grif's ear. He didn't respond at all. Percy groaned. "He's like a piece of schist."

"Well, that's rude." Midoriya said, crossing his arms over his chest and looking smug.

"Schist. You know, the rock." Percy explained, returning his attention to Grif. An idea came to Percy who grinned wickedly. He leaned in and whispered, "Pancakes. Cookies. Ice cream."

"Ice cream?" Grif sat upright, looking around. Percy couldn't help but laugh at the situation. Midoriya just looked shocked and Harry smiled. Grif looked at them and groaned. "Oh, fuck all of you." He groaned while standing up.

"Now we know who raided the kitchens." Harry stated, glaring at him. Percy blinked and took a step back. "Uh, yeah. About that…"

"No." Harry whirled on him, shocked. "You raided those kitchens?"

"Consider it independent jobs." Grif grunted. "We ran into each other on our way out."

"Anyway," Percy said, not wanting to talk about that awkward situation any longer, "We need to get ready for the day." Much of their time was unloading their suitcases. Percy couldn't help but notice that none of them had much at all. Harry brought out a tea kit and set it on the table. Percy expected something more magical out of Harry but said nothing. Midoriya pulled out a laundry basket and set his workout clothes inside that, shoving it in the corner. Judging by what Percy saw, he doubted Midoriya had any casual clothes at all. They all stopped when they heard hammering. They saw Grif hammering some nails into the wall, then hung a hand-painted wooden sign on the hooks. It read: Go Away.

"That's not very inviting." Midoriya commented when he saw it.

"Uh, what was your first clue, Sherlock?" Grif asked.

Then Percy noticed something odd. "Where are your clothes?"

"Clothes? I haven't had need for damn clothes in years."

Percy blinked. Was he saying what Percy thought he said? He had to ask. "You mean this armor is all you have?"

Grif nodded. "That old man tried to get me some clothes but I was like, 'Unh! Clothes are for pussies!' This armor takes care of everything. Bullets, everything."

"Wait." Harry said, his face contorting a little. "Do you piss in your armor?"

"Some days." Grif admitted. "I make sure to have Donut wash it afterwards." The other three boys looked to each other for a moment. Nothing needed to be said, the mission was clear. "Um, why are you looking at each other like that?" Grif suddenly sounded scared, his voice rising an octave.

Percy walked up to his left side. "Now!" Midoriya lurched forward, grabbing Grif by his right arm using his good limb while Percy grabbed his left.

"Hey! Stop it! What are you doing?" Grif shouted as they dragged him through the bathroom doors, Harry opening said door.

"You're getting cleaned up now." Percy said. "If I think you're filthy, then you're filthy." Percy remembered his journey through California, beating up homeless people, killing monsters and washing his clothes in riverbeds. Those weren't fun days. Once inside the pristine white bathroom, they shoved Grif into the bathtub.

"You can't tell me what to do. I'm my own man!" Grif protested, but none of them listened. Harry grabbed at Grif's helmet and pulled it off. They stared in surprise. None of them had seen what Grif looked like under and his appearance surprised them. He had a rather chubby face (go figure, Percy thought) with tanned skin, dark hair and one brown eye on his right face. His left, on the other hand, was pale, the hair on this side was blonde and this eye was blue. It wasn't like it was natural either. Both sides of his face were held together by large steel-looking staples. Percy winced when he saw that face, it looked painful. Then the smell kicked in.

"Gods no!" Percy exclaimed, trying to hold back his retching. He smells like the depths of Tartarus! Percy thought to himself. How was any mortal able to smell like this. Even Smelly Gabe would puke.

Harry fared better than Percy, but his nose was wrinkled in disgust. "Smells like young Blast-Ended Screwts." Whatever those were, Percy really didn't want to know.

Of all of them, Midoriya took it the worst. He actually ran to the toilet and hurled. "Smells like Kacchan's armpits after his morning workout." Kacchan? Who's that? Percy didn't care at the moment, his attention on turning on the hot water faucet. The water splashed down on him. The smell was still there but it was tempered.

"Come on. You're just exaggerating there." Grif said casually, washing his face off.

"No, we really aren't." Harry answered.

Percy glared at Midoriya now. "For the record, I'm not taking off the rest of his armor."

"Okay." He gave a thumbs up, still looking pale and hugging the toilet.

It took several hours more before they got on their school uniforms. Harry Potter rather liked the black blazer with pants with the white undershirt and red tie. It gave him a sense of comfort, since these were Gryffindor reds by pure coincidence. Midoriya was another one who seemed comfortable in his uniform, making Harry think he'd been to boarding schools before. Percy struggled heavily with the tie, complaining about the killer snake, until Harry intervened. Then came Grif. The fact that he could even fit into the largest uniform that Beacon had to offer was a miracle, some of the belly bulging under the white dress shirt, his blazer undone and the tie set off to his right.

"Well, that wasn't so bad." Grif said. "What time is it anyway?"

"8:02 am." Midoriya replied, looking at the time. "First class is Professor Port's at 9:00."

"Great! Perfect time to get breakfast!" Grif made his way out the door.

"Hey, we got most of the smell out." Percy said, trying to grin triumphantly. "We should treat ourselves before we go in."

"Wouldn't say no to that." Harry replied, walking through the door. As they left the hallway, they heard noises coming from RWBY's dorm. Sounded like scrapping wood on the floor.

"Guess the decorating isn't to their taste." Midoriya guessed as they reached the Mess Hall of Beacon. The amount of breakfast present at Beacon Academy was impressive but found it rather boring compared to the foods Harry was used to at Hogwarts. Grif and Percy piled high the pancakes and Grif wasted no time digging those down. Percy grumbled something about nothing blue here before eating it. Harry smiled, maybe he could help discreetly in that department. He then frowned. How in God's name had Percy become such a good friend already he was thinking about doing what he said? They may have shared absurdities, but this was just crazy. Maybe, Harry mused, maybe he really needed a friend outside of Sirius more than he expected.

The meal passed in silence, aside from Grif's slopping up the syrup, before they finished. "We need to hurry if we're going to be on time." Harry said, the first up and gone.

"Yay. Class." Grif grumbled, being the last one up. He trudged behind his team through the courtyard to the first floor where the main classrooms are held for first years. Most of the students were already assembled but ignored them to reach some of the last seats, which were next door to Team JNPR.

"Dude, what took you guys so long?" Jaune asked as they sat down. He flinched when he saw Grif's face. Even Pyrrha looked uncomfortable looking at him for a long period of time.

"It took a long time to get someone up." Percy said, looking satisfied once more.

"No earlier than you morning freaks!" Grif shot back, pushing the seat back as far back just to sit down.

"Some people aren't morning people, I guess." Harry vaguely recalled his name, Lie Ren, said, producing a notebook.

Having time to spare, most of them got out their notebooks. Then walked in their teacher, Port. He was an older gentleman with parted grey hair and mustache, black pants and a red double-breasted burgundy suit. He was rather fat, but Harry figured he would lose to Dudley and Grif if it came down to competition. He produced that strange device the people here called Scrolls and ran down the names. When it came to Midoriya, he called out, "Present, sir!" far louder than the other students.

Some of the other students laughed at that, but Midoriya paid no attention to them. In fact, to Harry's surprise, he laughed as well but in a jovial manner. "Good to see someone so young have such energy." He looked back, "and Team RWBY. Ruby Rose, Weiss Schnee, Blake Belladonna and Yang Xiao Long. Are you here?"

The doors banged open. "Here, sir!" Ruby shouted, framed by the doorway. Harry couldn't help but notice how angry Weiss looked as they sat down. Percy looked away from the girls, his earlier joy gone and replaced with something Harry was all too familiar with; grief. Harry would make sure to ask later.

"Very good. Try to be here five minutes early next time." Port coughed then began his lecture. "Monsters! Demons! Prowlers of the night! Yes, the Grimm have many names, but I think of them as prey. Ha!" He looked at the crowd expectantly but no one gave any response. Port coughed and continued. "And I hope you shall too once graduating from this prestigious academy. Now, as I was saying, Vale and the other 3 kingdoms are safe havens in an otherwise treacherous world. Our planet is teeming with creatures that would love to tear you to pieces. This is where you come in. Hunters. Huntresses." He clicked his lips and winked in Yang's direction, the girl fidgeting under his gaze. "Individuals who have sworn to protect those who cannot protect themselves. From what, you ask, why the very world!"

'Is this man serious?' Harry thought to himself, already droning out. Someone a few rows back from them standing up and shouted, "Yeah!" It was clear he was hoping for a chorus but only got stares back.

"Boo! Get off the stage!" Grif shouted at the boy who sat down, his face in his hands in embarrassment.

"Er, yes. That is what you're training to become, but first a story about a tall handsome young man, me!"

It was at this point, Harry fully tuned him out. He was like Professor Lockhart all over again, and Harry had no intention of entertaining that again. Not after all the reenactments of his feats which turned out weren't his at all. He looked to his teammates. Grif had already fallen asleep again (how is that possible?), Midoriya was scribbling something in his notebook at such speeds Harry thought his arm would fall off and Percy stared off into space, pencil tapping the notebook in perfect rhythm.

Team JNPR kept their boredom private, even Jaune though his efforts weren't as successful with his nodding off. Team RWBY, on the other hand, openly showed it. Ruby was makig farting noises which the blonde, Yang, was snickering at. Blake was trying her best to focus on what was being said and Weiss looked even angrier. A thought struck Harry that almost made him drop his pencil. Was this the sort of behavior that Snape referred to in his first year? And was Harry beginning to agree with Snape on the dunderhead expression for particularly Ruby? Harry shuddered, hoping to get rid of those thoughts as soon as possible.

"A true huntsman must be strategic, well-educated and wise." Harry finally heard what Port was saying now, "So, who among you believes themselves to be the embodiments of those traits?"

Weiss had enough at this point, standing up and raising her hands. "I do, sir!"

Her voice echoed so well in the room that Grif let out a "Gah!" and fell out of his seat. Harry grinned wickedly. The weapon to Grif's sleep has been found. He sat up, glaring at her. "What are you trying to do, kill the neighborhood dogs?"

"Shut it." Weiss glared at him as he got back up. "You slept this whole time."

"You shut it!" Grif called back.

"Anyway," Port called out which stopped the situation. "Let's find out, shall we? Please get changed into your combat gear and face your opponent."

Weiss stood up stiffly and walked out of the room.

"You think this will go well?" Harry asked. He couldn't help but feel like something bad was going to happen.

"Nah, she'll be fine." Grif said, getting his teammates' attention. "She's fast as hell." They stared as Port dragged in a steel box that was rattling. Something inside let out a deep growl, something that sent a shiver down Harry's spine. "We've faced bigger things than whatever is inside and as long as she doesn't hit that white stuff, it'll be over quick."

They stared longer. Harry couldn't help but walk back some of the bad things he thought about Grif but he still didn't like him. "True. She's also quite accurate," Midoriya added, showing them what he had been drawing. Harry's jaw dropped. If someone told Harry it was Arithmancy homework Midoriya was doing, Harry would have believed them. It was a full diagram of Weiss's rapier with in-depth descriptions of her stances, glyphs, everything. "But she is easily distractible and prone to a hot temper so the question how will be, how quickly can be regain her tempo when it is lost?"

"Holy crap." Was the only words Percy uttered, squinting at the paper then stared at him. "You're a genius."

"No, I'm not." Midoriya denied, his cheeks reddening.

By the time their conversation was done, Weiss stepped back into the room fully dressed and wielding her rapier. Her teammates cheered her on when she entered, Weiss glaring up at them. The pit only grew in Harry's stomach as Weiss positioned herself in front of the box. Port brought out a double-edged ax from his desk and chopped the lock off. Out of it charged what looked like a boar with long tusks and glowing red eyes. The fact these people are so used to staring at them that none of the students looked concerned made Harry feel sorry for them.

The creature turned its head to Weiss and charged. With great speed, Weiss dodged to the side and tried to stab it in the ribs which the rapier bounced from. "Ha! Weren't expecting that, were you?" Port called out as Weiss somersaulted back.

"Hang in there, Weiss!" Ruby cheered as Weiss charged once more, trying to stab it between the eyes. The boar anticipated it and stuck the rapier between its tusks. Weiss gets thrown around, trying to pull it out but it wouldn't let go. She tries to pull it out but the boar is stronger. In the corner of Harry's eyes, he saw Midoriya write something new in his notebook.

"Bold new approach. I like it!" Port called as Weiss moved herself out of reach.

"Come on, show it who's boss!" Ruby shouted. At this point, Weiss glared at her. Like Midoriya said, it was enough for Weiss's rapier to slip from her hands then get knocked back. The beast charged once more and Weiss looked up in horror. 'Get out of there!' Harry thought. He didn't care for her but her death? Absolutely not!

Thankfully, she got out of the way and ran for her weapon, sliding on the ground and scooping it up. "Yes! Weiss, go for its underbelly. There's no armor underneath…"

Weiss apparently had enough, glaring back up. "Stop telling me what to do!"

Ruby flinched back, looking down at the ground.

Harry could have sworn he heard Percy mutter 'What is her problem?' as they saw the boar growl, much deeper this time. Then, to Harry's amazement, it charged once more but the time, it leapt into the air, curling into a ball and continued charging. What the bloody hell is wrong with this world?

Weiss was unfazed, swinging her rapier like a wand and a glyph formed, different to the one he saw at the temple. This one seemed to act as a shield, knocking the boar fall on its back. Then, making a different black glyph, Weiss jumped on it which held her in mid-air before she lunged, impaling its belly. So much for her anger, Harry thought to himself as it dissolved into that black smoke he was becoming familiar to.

"Bravo. Bra-vo! It appears we are indeed in the presence of a Huntress-in-training!" He said as Weiss stood up. Harry was blown away by everything he saw and looked to his teammates. To his surprise, they especially Midoriya looked bored. "I'm afraid that's all the time we have for class today. Make sure to do your assigned readings. Stay vigilant. Class dismissed!" Harry packed his things as quickly as he could and left.

He stood in the corner as the masses passed by on their way to the next class of the day, First Aid with Professor Peach. Among the last to leave was Weiss and Ruby. God, she still looked pissed. "Weiss!" Ruby called out as she ran after her.

"Yeah, that's a problem waiting to happen." Harry looked to see Percy catching up with him. Midoriya and Grif were nowhere to be found.

"Sure is. But at least she can fight. Wasn't that something?" It wasn't fast like Quidditch but it still was quite the sight to see. He'd never seen anything like it.

Harry's suspicions earlier were confirmed when Percy shrugged his shoulders. "Didn't even crack the top 50 for me."

"You're joking." Harry really hoped that wasn't the case.

"Nope." Percy popped the P at the end. "I really should tell you some stories later on."

"Hi, boys!" Yang called out, her and Blake making their way to the next class.

"Alright, we'll be there." Percy grimaced and looked back then saw Harry's stare. "What? Do I have something on my face?"

"What's with you?" Harry asked. "You look like a kicked puppy whenever you're around those girls. And seeing you now, it's either Blake or Yang. Come on, you can tell me."

Percy suddenly looked nervous, glancing around to see if anyone was listening. "You remember the conversation we had last night, on the rooftop?"

Harry nodded wondering where this was going, "What about it?"

Percy grimaced again. "It's about Yang. Her hair specifically. It's the exact honey blonde that Annabeth had."

Harry remembered that name in passing. "Is she important to you?"

Percy nodded. "She was my girlfriend. We were running together from some very pissed off gods. I've thought a lot about where Annabeth is now. Did she get away? Is she okay? If anyone could survive, Annabeth could."

"She sounds interesting." Harry couldn't help but feel awestruck. It was just starting to sink in that they had faced off against gods. Real gods. Of course Percy would be deeply unimpressed by that display.

Percy's eyes shown with a light Harry hadn't seen in him ever and gave a rather dumb-looking grin. "Like you wouldn't believe." It faded now. "I really hope to make it back to her soon. Oh, man. I was wondering where you went." Percy suddenly called to Grif and Midoriya who were walking up the steps.

"Fucking bullshit is what happened." Grif spat. "Port got me reading 5 extra pages from our textbooks to make up for what we missed already. It's the first day, asshole!"

"Oh, been there." Percy winced as they left for the next classroom which was just 5 doors down on their left-hand side.

Peach's class was, by comparison, far different. For one thing, the classroom had a lot of windows with plants and medicine kits in shelves lining the walls. For another, she actually gave out a syllabus for expectations and gave a run-down on some of the most common healing plants on Remnant such as the Spurling Wildflower from Vacuo that could heal burns. This class set-up reminded Harry quite a bit of Professor Sprout and actually answered questions so Harry was surprised when she dismissed the class already for their lunch break.

As they were leaving, Peach called out, "Team Delta Phi Eta Iota. Could you please stay with me for a little bit?" Grif groaned at that but they went down as told. "I could tell you were engaged with the material today. I just wanted to thank you for it. It' always difficult to pay attention when a certain colleague gets going." Harry couldn't help but feel relieved he wasn't the only one who had distaste for Port. She then looked to Midoriya. "Now, young man, may I see your arm?"

Midoriya nodded and rested it against the desk. Peach took out a pair of pliers, stuck it in the edges and split it in half. To Harry's amazement, the arm had no bruising whatsoever to it. Peach let out a sigh of relief. "The healing is done. I'm glad to see it. Mr. Midoriya, I would ask that you pay particular attention to my class in the future due to your tendency to injure yourself. This class might save your life."

"Yes, Professor." Midoriya nodded in agreement.

"Good. You can go now." Peach waved her hand and the four departed. They took a table at the far end of the hall and ate their lunch in silence partly because the conversation already was so loud nothing of note could be said and none of the boys knew each other enough to know what to say.

Harry thought about what happened in the morning, how nasty Weiss was to Ruby, what Percy told him. Almost unconsciously, he glanced across the hall. RWBY and JNPR were eating together and Ruby and Weiss were eating together. It seemed like Ruby was still ashamed and Weiss wasn't glaring at her anymore, so that was good.

Lunch's end came in a hurry. Harry left his plate on the table and the first years shifted off. "What's the last class of the day?" Harry asked. He could look on the Scroll but he really didn't feel comfortable handling it.

Midoriya, thankfully, took it up for him. "It is 1pm Psychology with some guy called Shion Zaiden."

Harry shook his head. The names of people here were just another layer to the oddities here. They left for the final class of the day, which was closest to the Mess Hall. Compared to the formal setup of Port and the hospital-like room of Peach, this one was plain with textbooks lining the wall.

"What do you think he's like?" Midoriya asked, glancing to find the professor who wasn't anywhere to be found. But he felt like eyes were on him all the way to his seat.

Grif shrugged. "Who cares?"

"I care, Mr. Grif." A new voice rang out from above them. Harry, startled, looked up to the ceiling. There, held up by glowing yellow strings, was the strangest looking man he had ever seen. He reminded Harry of the bizarre clothes wizards would wear trying to blend in with Muggles. He wore a purple long-sleeved shirt and white puffy pants. It would be later Harry realized he had no shoes on. He also had the palest face and hair Harry had ever seen; if Harry didn't know better, Harry would have guessed him to be a vampire. The other students pointed up to him, shocked. "Welcome to Psychology. My name is Professor Zaiden." He said, then started creeping along the ceiling until he reached the center of the room then, letting go, he landed on the ground without a sound. "Open your textbooks."

"Hey, teach." Harry looked to see who it was. It was a boy harry vaguely remembered from the team formation. Cardin, was it? "We're here to fight beasts and Grimm. What use are you to us?" He spoke with an arrogant voice Harry would associate with Malfoy but somehow worse, if that was possible.
Zaiden, in a flash, pulled out from his wooden desk a purple rod with a circle at the tip held together by strings, sending it to him. "Ah! Get it off, get it off!" He shouted, trying to pull the strings off with his teammates helping.

Zaiden did so, staring at him with uncaring eyes. "That is why, Mr. Winchester. Geists, Nightmares, Apathy. These are but some Grimm you will encounter in your career. These Grimm aren't physical forces to be matched but they will wind themselves into you through psychology. That is why I'm here, to teach you to control the mind, to control yourself. If you can do these, even the most daunting physical tasks will fall into place. Textbooks, please."

Like Peach, Zaiden explained the curriculum and gave basic definitions that would be needed. Harry wasn't nearly as interested but at least Zaiden seemed to know what he was doing. Before Harry knew it, the bell rung for the end, the last class of the day. Harry packed his bags and left. To his surprise, he saw his teammates and RWBY standing together. Blake was asking, "So what are your plans for the rest of the day?"

"Same as any day for me." Grif said, "Going to get some food then sleep." He left.

"Of course you are." Weiss muttered, annoyed but not angry like she was. Harry couldn't help but wonder what changed.

"We got some work to do too." Ruby said. Something in her surprised Harry. "Come on, guys!" She dashed off, rose petals left behind.

"Yay. Homework." Yang muttered but eventually, the other girls were gone.

Percy, Harry and Midoriya looked to each other. "So what are we going to do?"

"Anything but what Grif is doing." Percy said, glaring at him as the boy left. "I'm not just going to sit back and do nothing."

"That is a wise sentiment, Mr. Jackson." They jumped. Headmaster Ozpin had stepped out of the shadows. How had they not noticed he was there?

"Headmaster." Midoriya nodded, looking nervous. "Good to see you again."

"Good to see you too, Mr. Midoriya." Ozpin replied, bowing his head back then looking to them. "So how was your first day here at Beacon?"

Percy snorted. Harry elbowed him but Percy ignored it. "It was alright, sir. No different to the schools I went to back home." He glanced at Grif as he rounded the corner and glanced back. "Why did you make him team leader?" He gestured to Midoriya. "He's a strategist with an eye for detail even my girlfriend would want." He then gestured to Harry. "He's inexperienced but has the guts to go up against anything and would die for us." He then pointed to himself. "I've fought monsters that would scare the pants off of the rest of the student body here. So why him?"

Ozpin stood silently, waiting for him to finish. He took a sip of his coffee. "That's precisely why I wanted him team leader."

Harry blinked. "Excuse me, sir? I don't follow."

Ozpin nodded. "It was obvious to me even since Initiation that each of you has been in leadership roles before and have experience in fighting few who've been to Beacon possess. Even Mr. Grif though he hides his skills for reasons yet to be known. Each of you would have made excellent leaders overall, but I feel that if you are to grow, you need to be in a position of followers. If you were a villager whose home was set to be destroyed by the Grimm, would you want to know not only who is leading but also how you would act if you didn't have your experience? The art of being a follower is much more subtle than most realize."

Harry thought about it. Now that he thought about it, he always was something of the leader for his friend group. He was leader of Dumbledore's Army. He was… Blimey, Ozpin had a good point after all. All he could do was nod in acknowledgement. Midoriya and Percy didn't look as convinced though. "Do you think we could be a good team then?" Midoriya asked.

Ozpin smiled. "I do. In fact, I think you could be one of the greatest teams Beacon Academy has produced if you put yourselves to it. As for Grif, it's clear all he has known is being a subordinate with minor leadership skills. Perhaps leader responsibilities can smooth out hi rougher points."

Percy looked more annoyed than before. "That's bull and you know it, sir."

"Percy!" Harry called but Percy ignored him again.

"The whole point of a team like this working is if the people in it can cooperate and know you have their backs. Grif would rather sit back on his ass and let everyone else do the work. If you don't have a good leader, then you die out there. I won't die because of his stupidity."

Midoriya and Harry, even Ozpin to a lesser extent, were stunned by his outburst. No one said anything for a moment, and another. Ozpin sighed. "Alright. Since I wasn't able to dissuade your fears that way, perhaps this will help. There is a little-known clause in the Beacon Academy Constitution. Does the name Spencer Clause mean anything?" They shook their heads. "That's good to hear. It was named after Spencer Wadwomp, a Huntsman-in-Training who came to us years ago. Lead his own team with an iron fist but was left leader due to his exemplary grades. But when it came to being an actual Huntsman, he wasn't as stellar. His team left him to die in the ruins of Mount Glenn because they could." He sighed. "What a waste. Forgive me of my ramblings. That incident lead to the clause being established at all academies. The Spencer Clause gives me the power to shake up the team structure. Form a new leader, shift teams around, even break them if the threat becomes violent. Only one of you is needed for the Clause to kick in but a minimum of two members to approve it."

"Good. Then let's…" Percy paused when Ozpin raised a hand.

"For your team, it would be an amicable decision that would help you. But you aren't most teams. How would Ms. Schnee act if she learned of this clause?" Harry's eyes widened at the implication. Ozpin seemed to understand what Harry was thinking and nodded. "I don't doubt Ms. Schnee is a very talented student and Beacon would be poorer for her to not be here, but her ego would not let it go that Ms. Rose got the position and not her. There's two ways a situation prematurely used could go. Ruby would want to keep her place to prove herself, and Xiao Long would follow suit. Weiss would want a replacement making Ms. Belladonna the deal breaker. Either she could vote no, and Weiss would be seen as an attempted revolutionary or would be in favor and be pleased that she finally got her way. In that case, the team would split into factions, Rose could become angry and actively sabotage the team. Team attacks, gone. Public relations, gone. It could even lead to Ruby stabbing Weiss in the back leaving Huntresses and villagers dead just because of ego."

Harry couldn't say anything. What do you say to something like that? Even Percy looked surprised by that. "You think Ruby could do something like that?" He asked, his tone uncertain.

Ozpin paused for a moment. "She could, she could not. What I do know is that the older I become, the more I agree with the old saying. Every person has their breakage point. Is this Ms. Rose's? We will see. But she will either become stronger or break. And I ask you to do the same. Wait one month, help Grif be a better leader. If you feel the same way now as you do now, then I will consider it. I do hope you have a good evening, gentlemen." Without another word, Ozpin left.

"Wow." Midoriya said, his eyes wide. Looking to Grif. "He's right. If we're to help people, we need to know how to work with others even if we don't like them."

Percy said nothing, just followed them close behind. When they reached the dorm, Grif was already passed out asleep. "If we're going to make this work, it will take all of us." Harry said, watching him snoring.

"Right!" Midoriya said while Percy just nodded.

"But for now, we got homework to do." With a groan, the three boys set themselves at the desk and got to work.