Life of Vengeance

Author’s notes: Whoa, hit wise, this is turning into my most popular fic on fanfiction dot net at 726 hits at the time I’m writing this. Note, I intend to update this in a kind of fast and furious way, sometimes with several chapters a day/night if my mother doesn’t hog the computer the whole time. I have six years of Harry/Rion’s schooling to do, after all. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed so far, and an especial thanks to Ran Hoshino, who gave me just the right ‘spark’ for the pairing. Pairings finalized for the moment are Harry/Rion and Nevan, Dante/Trish, Nero/Julia, Vergil/Lady, and Ron/Hermione. If you want to see what Nevan looks like, remove the spaces from this: h tt p :// dmc3 –gv . seesaa . net /image /nevan_white .gif

Kalliope the Mewthree: Authoress-Mama doesn’t own Harry Potter or Devil May Cry, they belong to J.K. Rowling and Capcom respectively. Authoress-Mama is in no way, shape or form making money from this, so don’t sue her, please.



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Life of Venegance

By BlackLadyCharon



Chapter Three: School Shopping!



Normally Devil May Cry looked like it was the home of two devil hunters who didn’t pick up after themselves too well, a third who did, the three female devil hunter’s who’d married them, one preteen devil hunter in training, one baby, and an assortment of devil arms that popped in and out of the weapons they were supposed to be so often that no one even bothered telling them not to anymore. That morning it looked more like several F6 tornadoes had torn through the place. They’d had a minor demon attack, Beowulf had thrown a tantrum when he’d been used to slam the door back into place, Alastor had gotten stuck on babysitting duty, Anna was howling for breakfast, everyone was trying to clean the blood off, and Nevan was insisting on going with Rion, Dante, Vergil, Nero, Lady, and Julia to help Rion get his school supplies.



“Nevan, he’s already got five babysitters since Trish is gonna stay and watch the shop, Rion doesn’t need six.” The red haired succubus had toned down her demonicness so that only her bloody murder red eyes would give her away. She’d even dressed more humanly, in a tight green halter top, black spandex bike shorts, and green leather sandals. Nevan crossed her arms under her breasts, refusing to budge. Rion, meanwhile, had started a futile search for his second sneaker, throwing things around randomly.



“I said I’m going with you, Sugar, and I’m not getting talked out of it. You lot’ll get Rion into trouble, I just know it.” Vergil and Nero were watching this, Nero’s demonic arm hidden beneath its glove and sling so as not to frighten the locals in whatever place they were going to get Rion’s school supplies. Neither of them had ever figured out why Nevan was so interested in their little nephew’s welfare, and when they asked the other women, they just got amused, knowing looks. It never occurred to them that the succubus could see quite well that Rion would be a handsome man when he grew up, and that the demoness was perfectly willing to wait until Rion was old enough to return her affections before setting out to seduce him.



“Aww, let her come, Uncle ‘Te. The more the merrier, and besides, it isn’t like she didn’t come when we went to get my normal school supplies. You can’t kick her out now.” Rion managed his two cents worth while hopping on one foot, trying to get his sneaker on the other one. Rion for the moment was blissfully unaware of Nevan’s intentions towards him at a later date in his life. He was more interested in getting his shoe on so that they would be ready when whoever was assigned to take them shopping for this stuff showed up. About then, there was a knock on the door. Nevan huffed over, opened it, and stared up at the giant man standing there. She blinked, wondering what cruel twist of fate sent an opponent that was three times her size, when he spoke.



“Um, ‘allo, ‘ve I got the right house? I’m lookin’ fer ‘Arry Potter, er ‘scuse me, Rion Sparda.” Nevan blinked again, slowly registering the fact that this man wasn’t an enemy at all, then nodded.



“You’ve got the right house, Sugar. Please come in, we’re not quite ready yet.” Rion hopped over to the door, taking an amazed look at the giant man before bursting out in a grin.



“Way cool, someone weirder then me. Hi, I’m Rion… Er Harry. What’s your name?” The giant blinked, clearly surprised that the small boy wasn’t afraid of him. Anna picked that moment to let out a spectacular howl.



“WANT ANANA, MOTHERFUCKER!” The whole room went dead quiet, every set of eyes trailing over to an extremely guilty looking red clad half devil. Dante slowly backed away, hoping against hope that he wouldn’t be spitting bullets out in front of the guest, when the stranger took matters into his own hands. Anna made a surprised little sound as she was scooped up to heights she normally only found herself at if Daddy or Uncle Dante took her flying, than crooned happily as a new goodie was introduced to her palate. The man smiled from behind his shaggy beard.



“Ain’t ya the cutest lil Princess ever? What’s ‘er name? Sounds like she could give a banshee a run fer ‘er money on the ‘owling. My name’s Hagrid, keeper of keys an’ grounds at ‘Ogwarts.” Rion smiled over at him as Anna continued to nibble on the Pumpkin Treat she’d been given.



“Her name’s Anna, and she’ll be staying home with Aunt Trish for this shopping trip.” Anna finished her treat, trying to fish in Hagrid’s pockets for more. Trish speedily grabbed her and hauled her off towards the kitchen, dragging Alastor with her. Rion nodded.



“So, where are we going shopping?” Hagrid blinked, clearly wondering why Rion hadn’t been told.



“Diagon Alley, ‘Arry. That’s in London, just so you know. We’re goin’ by Floo Powder, since the Headmaster din’t know yer Uncle’d lost ya in New York as opposed to some place closer ter home.” Rion raised an eyebrow.



“Well, foreign education, how intriguing. What’s Floo Powder?” While Hagrid was explaining this to Rion, Vergil, Dante, and Nero were holding a whispered discussion.



“He’s not entirely human himself; mayhap we should trust him with the truth?”



“Human he isn’t, Nero, but that doesn’t mean he’s incapable of loyalty. It might not be wise to explain tohim that the Savior of his world has been raised by three devils.”



“Verge’s got a good argument, but I’ll throw my dice with telling him. That way, we have someone else that can watch Rion’s back if something dangerous happens.” Vergil reluctantly looked back at the giant, then came forward, interrupting Hagrid’s explanation about the wizard Voldemort who seemed to have intentions on murdering his young nephew. That was a bad idea, Vergil decided he’d step up Rion’s training a bit. The boy was more than ready to move up a few levels in his studies anyway.



“Hagrid, am I correct in assuming that you are not entirely human?”



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Hagrid had been dreading the question that one of Harry’s Uncles had just asked. Now they’d decide that Harry didn’t need to be escorted by someone who was a freak, a half breed. Still, Hagrid didn’t want to lie, so he settled for the truth. At least he’d got to talk some to Harry before they decided to shun him.



“Yeah, me mum’s a giant, she is. So I’m ‘alf an’ ‘alf.” Instead of looking disgusted and ordering Harry away from him, the man nodded. Hagrid thought Harry’d referred to this one as Vergil. Though since they all had white hair and blue eyes, Hagrid hadn’t yet memorized the small differences that told them apart. Vergil ought to be easier to remember than the other two, though, since his hair was swept back in that odd, feathery style.



“I see, Hagrid. Perhaps it is best if we be more truthful with you then we were with Professors Snape and McGonagall.” Before Hagrid could ask what he meant, the one who’d had his arm in a sling carefully removed it, rolling back the sleeve and taking off the glove. Hagrid stared in blatant fascination at the black and gold flesh, the slightly taloned fingers, the weird glow that seemed to make it obvious that this was a dangerous weapon. After a few seconds, he realized he was probably making the poor guy nervous about that, so he spoke up.



“Blimey, that’s…”



“Not human, yes. I had a little… accident with something meaner than me.” Vergil smiled at the others careful wording.



“What Nero is dancing around telling you is that we’re half breeds ourselves. Ri… Harry is related to us through our human mother. Our father… well, saying that Daddy Dearest came from the 7th level of Hell isn’t a joke.” Hagrid processed this, then the last name, and started laughing. When Vergil looked at him quizzically, he just shook his head.



“Nothin’, it’s just funny. Snape and McGonagall din’t notice, but once ya think on the last name, it’s bloody obvious. The Sons of the Demon God Sparda, related to our ‘Arry. Don’t worry, I’ll keep quiet on it, and ye’ll not have te worry to much that he’ll be alone. He’ll ‘ave me, if no one else.” A relieved smiled graced Vergil’s features.



“Thank you, Hagrid. That takes a heavy burden off of my shoulders.”



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Well, last minute changes, which had included a small riot and a large Blade demon, had reduced the number of people going shopping with Rion to Vergil, Julia, and Nevan. All in all, far more manageable then his whole extended family. Rion had his books, his ingredients, and was working on his robes. That is, if the blonde idiot next to him would cease prattling about his precious ‘pureblood’ lineage.



“Are you one of those inbred idiots who thinks bloodlines matter?”



“Are you implying I’m stupid?”



“No, I’m flat out saying it to your face, blondie.” And the fight was on. The other boy took a swing at him, and Rion flattened him with a kick. Madame Malkin had paid attention when Rion had requested that she alter the robes so that he could fight freely. Blondie was still trying to get up when Rion paid for his robes and left. Hagrid met him outside, smiling, with a birdcage holding a beautiful white owl in it in his hands.



“’Ere, ‘Arry, a late birthday gift. She’s a beauty, isn’t she?” Rion smiled, holding the cage while the owl affectionately nibbled at his fingers through the cage.



“Yeah, she is. I think I’ll call her Eva, after my Aunt who was my Uncle’s mom. Thank you, Hagrid.” Hagrid nodded, and they went to round up the others so that they could go to the hotel to wait for September 11th, and Rion’s official trip to Hogwarts.



-End Chap 3-

-Preview Chap 4: The Train Ride –

“So I just run through a seemingly solid wall?”

“Yes dear, best to do it at a bit of a run if you’re scared.”

“And I thought normal methods of travel dangerous.”

“Uncle Vergil, shut up.”

-End Preview-

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