RWBY: Foresworn

Chapter VII: Shit meet Fan

Thankfully, Dumbledore created a solution. Around the barrier transfigured a silver, chute, then doing a quick bit of Alchemy, transmuted the long lasting silver chute into a permanent covering over the portal. Any Grimm that crawled out would fall for seemingly eternity before the friction brought up by resistance would burn the Grimm to cinders.

Harry smirked at the usage of the term. That was the intention he had with Cinder. When they re-matched, Harry knew that the Fall Maiden would die like her titular namesake.

Dean and Seamus had moved into Grimmauld Place for the last two weeks of Summer. The duo had been working consistently between School Terms doing jobs in Diagon Alley, and they carried on to do so.

Then Harry and Neville had arrived, then the attack and then the Creatures of Grimm. Dean and Seamus had quickly made up their minds, regardless of the Situation in Remnant; they wanted the figures of Harry and Neville and thus they'd asked the duo to train them.

As of right now, Dean and Seamus were getting to their feet with arms across their guts. "You want more already?"

"You said there was a war coming. We want to help." Seamus growled. Harry grinned and beckoned with his four fingers; Seamus shrugged and launched himself forwards. Neville moved to intercept.

Harry meanwhile was training with Dean. It was quickly re-acquiring some old skills "I used to fence and do martial arts." Dean explained, getting Harry in the chin with feint head round-house kick. It was in fact a reverse round-kick to the head,

"Damn, my Uncle likes that kick. Although he prefers to ax-kick into a plexus-punch." Dean nodded.

"Again? It seems you're in need of a reminder of hand to hand."

"And you need to remember to watch your surroundings." As Neville effortlessly chucked Seamus into Dean sending the pair of them into the floor.

"But for a weeks progress, you're doing well. Unfortunately, we can only provide you with so much whilst we're here." The two boys nodded.

"We'll mark it as a win, if we can force you to use aura in your strikes. I suppose that'll be when we're ready to use it. What happens when we use aura?"

"Our inherent magical reserves and power takes a dive. However, our aura reserves are much stronger and larger than most, magical power decreases but you can amalgamate the pair to make some extremely dangerous and powerful techniques. Then there's the fact we're not afraid to fight with our aura depleted." Harry explained, summarising the differences.

"So we can still what Hogwarts trained us to do, only they're not as strong…Seems legit, seems good."

Harry grinned "Believe me, with the amount of food we need to consume and the amount of energy we have…We can make you look good."

They were distracted by a knock on the door "Who is it?"

"It's Professor Dumbledore." The four boys stiffened.

"What did you say, in Hagrid's Hut, in our Second Year when you were taken away?" Harry called through the door.

"You will find that I will only truly have left this school when none here are loyal to me. You will also find that help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it." Dumbledore responded "What did I say to you when I found you at the Mirror of Erised about what it does?"

"You said it shows us nothing more or less than the deepest, most desperate desire of our hearts. You, who have never known your family, see them standing around you. Ronald Weasley, who has always been overshadowed by his brothers, sees himself standing alone, the best of all of them. However, this mirror will give us neither knowledge or truth. Men have wasted away before it, entranced by what they have seen, or been driven mad, not knowing if what it shows is real or even possible. The Mirror will be moved to a new home tomorrow, Harry, and I ask you not to go looking for it again. If you ever do run across it, you will now be prepared. It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that. Now, why don't you put that admirable cloak back on and get off to bed. Oh, and Erised is Desire spelt backwards. I show not your face but your hearts Erised."

The door opened and Dumbledore entered wearing dark blue and silver robes "Misters Longbottom, Thomas, Finnegan and Potter, this is unexpected."

"Can we help you, Headmaster?" Harry asked.

"These rifts, I've been awfully busy sealing up the thirteen rifts that Tom set up in various magical areas around Britain. Quite frankly Mr. Potter, Mr. Longbottom, I'm in need of your considerable knowledge and experience in dealing with these creatures and demonstrating to the Wizarding Community that these creatures are extremely dangerous. Unfortunately, they're not being persuaded at words."

"This is the part where I ask how attached you are to your fellow human being…Hell, we could get Dawlish to participate."

"Harry, NO. We are not letting the Grim eat Dawlish…Even though it seems like a good idea." Neville stated.

"I mean, we, I mean, I could do the Snape thing again."

Neville fixed Harry with a deadpan glare "No. Snape was justifiable, we needed them to know that the Grimm were just going to kill them. This is…"

"Just the exact fucking same, except Dawlish is a member of the society who we're preaching to…Tell me I'm wrong." Harry retorted.

"Human fucking sacrifice and wanton whimsical fucking selection of People, I was fucking taught to socialise with makes me unfuckingcomfortable damnit. Believe me, if it wasn't for the fucking fact you're right, I'd be laying you out with Baratheon to have the chance of watching Dawlish scream and beg for what he did to McGonagall."

"Gentlemen, I might have a perfectly amenable idea. Both of you have very good points, very good points indeed. As old as I am, these old bones do desire justice. Mr. Potter, can you guarantee Dawlish's survival?"

"Probably. Mainly because I don't know where the rift opens and what's going to come through…Depending on what comes through is going to be important to Dawlish's survival…It's…"

"Going to cost. I figured. Seven thousand Galleons up front, and another seven thousand upon completion?"

Neville turned to Harry "I'd be happy with that."

"I defer to my colleague." Harry growled. He didn't like this, he really didn't.

(RNJRY)

Yang looked over her shoulder and sitting there was a Raven. "Guys, that Raven's been following us for a while now. It's not interested in you four, just me. In fact, Harry would say 'Follow your gut', my gut tells me this is going to lead me to some very pointed discussions."

With that Yang, hugged the group and headed off the path and away from them. As she did so, a portal opened and both Yang and the Raven vanished. "We should hurry, Oniyuri is not too far from here." Ren suggested.

"Oniyuri?"

"Think of it as Mistral's attempt at a Vale expansion…and like Vale's…"

Ruby gulped, she remembered that city fighting thank you very much. Not in a fond way, it was the first time she'd seen her Brother lose his very short temper. "How do you know so much about it?"

"My parents believed in the idea and thought that we'd be able to do it. However, one evening the Grimm attacked and killed everyone in the settlement.

As they moved into the town, Ren extended his senses "INCOMING!"

Weapons rattled free as a figure bounded into view, running along the rooftops, before leaping down in a dramatic flourish. "Ah, young Huntspersonnel, I have been tracking you down for what I fear has been eons. You, see humble Huntspersonel, I am looking for someone and if you can supply with any information; Her Grace will reward magnificently."

The Quartet stopped, there was something off about him. "Have you an image of the one, you've been tasked to find?" Jaune asked, nerves rattling. "Why of course! I even have a name, now where is it…Where is it." The man muttered as he began furiously emptying his pockets; spilling loose ammo, loose yen and a well-made scroll, which was caught before it hit the floor "Monsieur Watts, would be most displeased with me for being such a butterfingers. But, Arthur, the act of being a butterfingers is but a charade, a mask! A mask in which Her Grace's most loyal can blend with the ignorant and naïve sheep that are the public…Here it is."

With that he pulled a picture, Jaune's eyes widened. He jumped backwards in front of Ruby "You…are…not…taking her."

The stranger cackled "Why didn't you say, you had her with you! This makes things so much easier."

"Who are you? Why do you want me to come with? What happens if I choose not to come with you?"

"The lady doth strike me fiercely with her cruel words. My good lady, my name is Tyrian; I have come to spirit you away with me to her Grace. Alas, you have no choice in coming with me. Should you try to resist, it will be painful and not enjoyable in the slightest for you.

(DANK)

The Belladonnas' weren't often caught of guard. They were certainly surprised when the Butler rushed in "Sir, an Adam Taurus is at the door along with his team."

"Send them in…It'll be good to see him again."

(Qrow)

Qrow jumped off a cliff, shifted into his Crow form. His destination Oniyuri. He could only hope that he wasn't too late.