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Chapter 2- Two years later

Concert Hall, somewhere in Vale

"Now, for our last competitor, Miss Weiss Schnee."

Weiss sighed as she walked out onto the stage. A piano started to play a soft melodic tone. After all the excitement with her father being kidnapped nearly made her late for this competition. She blamed Harry for that (she always did).

She sighed again as the song reached a certain point, signaling her to start singing. She took a silent, deep breath and began:

Mirror, Tell me Something,

Tell me who's the Loneliest…Of All…

As she began to sing, her mind was elsewhere. Namely her time at White Castle, fighting that large suit of armor.

Back Stage with Harry

Harry was leaning against the wall silently watching Weiss sing. She had a beautiful singing voice. Unlike her tone-deaf sister.

As Harry watched her, his mind went back to the first time he saw Weiss. It wasn't the best of introductions, what with him still being dizzy from blood loss, drugged, and freaking out over being a Faunus.

But despite the prejudice and out right hate, Harry was surprisingly okay with it. He summarized being subjugated to similar incidences back in Britain did really well in hardening his skin. It did help that Jacques, Weiss's father, came up with a half-way decent excuse for Harry (not that the young mage ever wanted one).

He sighed as he ran a hand through his unruly mane of black hair, causing his wolf ears to twitch slightly. He tried to glare up at them. The ears were the most annoying part of his transformation. Not because they weren't cool. They were! Just that Weiss and her sister Winter loved to scratch him behind said ears, sending waves of pleasure down his spine. How the hell does that work, anyways?! He still couldn't answer that question.

He was broken out of his thoughts when he heard cheering. He turned and saw Weiss curtsey as the curtains closed. He smiled as Weiss walked towards him with a smirk on her face.

"Well?" she asked.

"Well what?" he asked smirking back at her.

"How'd I do?"

"How should I know? I'm not in the audience."

"You were still watching me sing."

"Which was excellent, but as I wasn't in the audience, I can't give you an answer on how you did."

"Jerk."

"Of course." Harry rolled his eyes.

"And now for the winner…Ms. Weiss Schnee!" the announcer called out, causing the crowd to break out in applause.

Harry grinned at the Schnee heiress. "Okay…You did great," he told her.

She glared at him, but she gave him a wide smile as she walked back onto the stage, her head held high and an arrogant air about her.

Harry chuckled. Even as much as she tried not to play the pretty little heiress…she was really good at playing the part.

The next day, Schnee family manor, somewhere in the countryside of Atlas.

Weiss was sleeping contently. She got home after the concert and immediately went to sleep. She was dreaming of a future where she was a great Huntress, not once worrying about her family's company or reputation. The dream also consisted of Harry kissing her and about to go further when…

*RINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG*

She heard a loud ringing in her ear and fell off the bed in a heap screaming. She groaned as she looked up to see Harry smirking at her with a whistle in his hand.

"HARRY! WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU?!" she screamed.

"Rise and shine, Snow White!" he said to her. "Time to start your training!"

Weiss's eye twitched at the 'Snow White' comment. He always called her that. However, she paled when he said 'training.'

"Wha-what do you mean training?! You said I didn't have to because we leave for Beacon in two days now!" she demanded.

"Well…yeah. I did say that. But," he said, putting emphasis on the 'but,' "did you think I didn't hear you last night at the warehouse?" He smirked down at her.

She paled further as Harry clapped his hands together. "Right then! It's four o'clock now, so we have two hours to train! Get dressed and meet me outside, pronto!"

He turned on his heel and walked out of the house. She sighed in defeat. Damn-it. Her and her big mouth. Now she had to deal with the Drill Sargent from Hell.

Great.

"Come on, Weiss! Just two more miles!" Harry encouraged.

Weiss was panting loudly as sweat rolled off her. They had been running through the woods around the manor for what felt like hours! And the sad part, at least in Weiss's case? This was just the beginning.

"Weiss! Your stance is too wide!" Harry shouted as he slashed down with his sword, Hunter's Moon.

Weiss dodged to the side and rushed him, poised for a thrust with her rapier, Mrytenaster. She thrust forward, but Harry flooded his body with Lightning Dust and appeared behind her. He slammed Hunter's Moon's pommel into Weiss's back.

She cried out in pain as she fell to the ground. Harry looked at her in disappointment. "Your reaction time is slow, Weiss. You need to be more agile in combat. And no, agility is not the same as speed."

By the end of it, Weiss felt like crying. Like every other time she went through Harry's training, she was tired, sweaty, and sore. She of course knew why he was so tough when training, but did he really have to include her every time she called him 'that?'

She sighed tiredly as she collapsed onto a bench in the kitchen of the manor. She laid her head down on the island with a loud thump. Her mother, who had just started cooking looked up at her and smiled.

"Hello, Weiss. I assume Harry roped you into his morning workout?" Schӧne asked.

Weiss groaned without looking up at her mother. "He's a nightmare! Just because I called him a slave driver when it comes to his training regimen, I have to work like a dog just because of it!"

Schӧne chuckled. "Well, then maybe you shouldn't call him a slave driver," she commented.

"I can't help it! He is! Have you seen the crazy training exercises he makes me do?! Everyone in the Animagus Corp. call him one! I mean, I know it's because he himself was never prepared for all the crap he had go through, but…" She groaned out loud. "What he does is crazy!"

Schӧne shook her head sadly. It had taken several months, but she had finally gotten Harry to be open and truthful with her about his past. He was reluctant, but after calmly and softly coaxing him, he told her about his life. It had hit her and her family hard. How could this one kid go through all that and smile as brightly as he did?

After that, he became closer to them all. Jacques, ever the businessman, began to try and find a way to recreate a wizard's broom. It was still in the testing phase, though. Weiss had opened up more with them all after hanging out with Harry. His story about having no parents hit her hard. Winter had taken it upon herself to always keep Harry's mind off his past, as it had proven to be very unhealthy for him.

Her musing was broken off when Harry walked in with a large, white owl on his shoulder. "Hey, Mrs. Schnee," Harry said waving.

Schӧne smiled at him. "Hello, Harry. And haven't I asked you not to speak to me so formally?" She sent a small glare at him.

He grinned cheekily. "Yes, ma'am, you have."

The owl on his shoulder flew over and landed near Weiss and began to nuzzle up against her affectionately. Weiss looked over and smiled slightly as she lifted a finger and petted the bird.

"Hello, Hedwig," she stated (An: Sorry, but I like Hedwig! I couldn't not have her in this story!).

The snowy owl hooted softly. Weiss chuckled. "Thank you, Hedwig. But I already knew that."

Hedwig hooted in amusement. Harry frowned.

"Not you too, ya ruddy bird."

Hedwig flew over to her master and pecked him on the cheek. "Ouch," he mumbled, rubbing his cheek absentmindedly.

"You ready for Beacon, Harry?" Schӧne asked watching Harry and Hedwig in amusement.

"As I'll ever be," he responded. He silently petted Hedwig as he looked out the window.

"At least you know what you're getting into this time," Weiss chuckled.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Yeah. There is that."

A shuffling was heard at the staircase. Winter Schnee walked down the stairs looking half asleep.

"Good morning Winter," Schӧne said smiling.

"'Morning Mom," she mumbled as she walked into the kitchen. She wasn't a morning person.

"Hey, Winter," Harry said waving at her.

Winter looked up at him and smirked. "Hey Harry," she said with a light, whimsical tone.

"'Morning Winter," Weiss muttered.

"'Morning, little sister."

Winter sat down at the table and stretched her hands above her, yawning. To reiterate, Mornings were not her favorites.

"So, Winter, are you enjoying your time off?" Schӧne asked.

"I would if I could sleep," Winter commented with a scowl.

"I know the feeling," Weiss said glaring at the only male in the room.

Harry threw his hands up in surrender. "Hey! I used to have to cook for two whales and a horse. Can't fault me for having to wake up early to avoid the shit they threw my way."

"No, we can't," Winter agreed, but she had an evil grin on her face. She stood up and walked towards Harry and said, "Buuuuttttt…I can fault you for being the reason I woke up this morning. Your training was unusually loud this morning. And, I can't just let you get away with forcing my dear sweet sister to endure your training, now can I?"

Harry began to get nervous. "Um, Winter? What are you-?"

He couldn't finish as she stopped in front of him and began to scratch him behind his ears. They twitched and Harry felt a shiver of pleasure run down his spine.

"W-Winter! Qu-quit it!" he cried out as another shiver of pleasure shot down his spine.

Weiss grinned as she bolted up and joined her sister. She began to repeat the process, causing the black haired Faunus to fall to his knees.

"Weiss! Not you too! Pleeeeeeeessssssssssssssssssssssseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, stoooooppppppp!" he cried louder.

Schӧne laughed. She always wanted her family to be a 'real' family, which she had thought was impossible with all the problems her husband's company faced with White Fang. However, since Harry had shown up, they had come together like she had always wanted.

She would forever be grateful to him for that.

Two days later, airship heading to Beacon

The airship was about half a mile from Beacon. Harry was leaning against a wall staring out at the scenery as Weiss stood next to him, her usual stoic look on her face.

Harry yawned. "Are we there yet?"

Weiss glared at him. "For the fifth time, no," she told him.

Harry groaned. "This thing is too damn slow!" he exclaimed quietly. "I'm tired of waiting!"

"Well, get used to it!" Weiss hissed. "We all can't go wizard like you and just bolt to Beacon on a broomstick, freaking half the populous in the process!"

"I like to think of it as I'm inspiring new ideas to normally closed minded individuals," Harry said.

Weiss rolled her eyes at him. "You have an interesting outlook on life."

"Kinda' have too."

Their transaction didn't go unnoticed. There were a few watching with various viewpoints on the situation.

"The heiress of the Schnee Company being civil with a Faunus? What the hell?! That dirty little Faunus bewitched her somehow!"

"Hey, isn't that the Faunus that helped turn the Schnee Dust Company's views on Faunus's around?"

"Yeah! I think that's him! I saw him in the Mystal Regional Tournament a few weeks back. He was badass!"

"He's a no good Faunus walking around with people far above his own status. What's he doing in this prestigious school anyways?"

"Kyaa! He's sooo handsome! Eepp! He looked at me!"

Weiss's hand twitched towards Myrtenaster at the last comment. Harry, however, being completely ignorant of the comments or simply not caring (probably both), gave no sign that he heard them.

Just then, a hologram appeared before all the windows of the airships. It was of a woman with long vibrant blonde hair and bright green eyes, not as bright as Harry's, but bright nonetheless.

"Hello, students. My name is Glynda Goodwitch," the hologram said.

Harry snickered at her last name, but Weiss elbowed him, forcing him to be silent. "I congratulate you all for being accepted into this prestigious academy. You all worked hard get where you are now, so don't squander it. Good luck, and welcome to Beacon!" The hologram disappeared.

People began to talk excitedly. Harry smirked as Weiss smiled.

"Here we go," Harry said, looking in the general direction of Beacon.

Adam had been observing the interaction between Harry and Weiss with great interest.

'So, this is the Faunus that changed the Schnee Dust Company from a company of hating Faunus, to actually employing unemployed Faunus and treating them with the respect they deserve,' Adam mused in his head. 'Hmmm…I can't wait to meet him.'

Blake was reading a book when she noticed Adam's inquisitive look. "Adam?" she asked. "Everything okay?"

Adam looked at her and grinned. "Yeah, it's all good. Just something tells me things just got a lot more interesting."

Blake looked at him a moment before sighing and returning her attention to her book. She would never understand Adam.

Isabella Vulpes stared out window at Beacon. It was an amazing sight. Finally, all her training would be put to the test.

Isabella stared back at her reflection for a moment. Her reddish-blonde hair only went down to her shoulders and liked to spike up at the ends. Her fox ears twitched slightly as she continued to gaze at her startling blue eyes.

"H-hey. Calm down, Pyrrha," Jenna said worriedly.

Isabella turned and saw Pyrrha was staring at Beacon with a large, un-Pyrrha-like grin on her face. She clenched her fists tightly.

"Finally there. Get ready, Potter, I will have my rematch," she said with an evil chuckle.

"H-h-hey Pyrrha, please don't chuckle like that. I-it doesn't suit you."

Isabella sighed. Well, at least Beacon won't be boring.

Ruby Rose and her half-sister Yang Xiao Long stared out at Beacon in awe.

"Look! You can see Signal from up here!" the fifteen year old Huntress-in-training exclaimed excitedly as she pointed down at a building. "I guess home isn't so far away after all."

Yang placed a hand on Ruby's shoulder and said, "Beacon's our home now."

"What kind of people do you think we'll meet?" Ruby asked.

"Well, I hope they're better than vomit boy over there."

Jaune Arc just threw up into a crash can. Curse his motion sickness.

"Oh! I can't wait to get to Beacon! Can you believe we made it here together! But not…'together, together,'" Nora Valkyrie rambled to her friend Lie Ren.

Ren sighed and smiled slightly as Nora continued to ramble on. Leave it to Nora to be this excited.

Lily Nightingale smirked. This was it. The beginning of the rest of her life. She would become a Huntress. She would overcome any obstacle in her way. Then, she would find him.

Then, she would kill certain someone and his lackey for the pain they put her through. All was going according to her plan.

She ran a hand through her glowing red hair as the doors of the airship opened up. Green eyes that glowed like death stared at the majesty that was Beacon.