Rapture

Disclaimers: I do not own DMC or Harry Potter they are the sole property of Capcom/J.K. Rowling and other affiliated companies. Nor do I make any money from their usage, except for the characters I create.

Summary: James Potter is expelled from Hogwarts for knowingly placing another student life in danger. His parents disown him, leaving him destitute and on his own, a chance encounter with a handsome stranger leaves James with more than he ever bargained for.

Oh, I may not have clarified the pairing, Sparda/James Potter.

Linkin Park "Crawling"

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Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real

There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming/confusing
This lack of self-control I fear is never ending
Controlling/I can't seem

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Blinking several times James slowly pulled himself into a sitting position, his back resting heavily against the wall. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, James scowled heavily.

When the fuck had, he fainted. Moreover, where the hell was he?

Looking around he realized he was in a medic-wizard office, a nice one at that. He was all alone in the room-

"Ah, I see that you are awake. I'm healer Edwin Bale." A cheerful voice suddenly called out breaking James from his internal dilemma. A handsome young man stood at the doorway, his blonde hair was parted to the side and he was the picture of perfection in his white and blue robes. He gave James another smile before closing the door behind him.

James narrowed his eyes at the man, he hate doctors, a lot.

Sneering at the man, he continued to survey the room before muttering underneath his breath, "What gave it away, the fact I'm staring at you or me sitting up."

The man paused for a second or two before continuing with his task, whatever that may be.

SZRREEH!

The healer dragged the chair closer towards James, before taking a seta and pulling out a pad. He jutted a few things down and mumbled underneath his breath before grabbing James hands and checking his pulse. He looked ta his watch before he jutted something down, sighing the man looked back up into James face and smiled warmly at him.

"Okay, James I'm gonna ask you a few questions. Okay."

"Ask away I've got nothing left to hide." James said with a shrug.

"O-okay, your name is James err-."

"Just James I was disowned by my parents." He quickly answered, cutting the man off. He didn't like thinking or being reminded of his situation.

"Oh, I'm sor-." The man gave him a sad look, before patting his knees sympathetically.

James could barely controlled the angry that coiled in his belly at the gesture. As if he needed his pity, he was doing damn fine thank you very much.

"Don't be, shit happens you just have to learn to live above it." James drawled, waving the mans apology away.

He stared at James for a few seconds before taking a deep breath and continuing, "Okay…."

"You say that alot."

"What."

"Okay, careful doc it makes it seems as though you are impersonal."

His posture stiffened, James smirked. It would seem he'd hit the proverbial jackpot with that statement.

"Well let's say I am as you would say impersonal."

James stared at him for a bit before leaning closer and whispering, "I would say, I don't blame you."

He coughed to clear his throat, picking up the pad he continued with his questioning.

"Very well moving on, your date of birth."

James merely rolled his eyes before answering, "March 21, 1960."

"Age..."

"….Fifteen."

"Hair and eye color."

James snorted at that question. The man had eyes he could clearly see what the hell his eyes and hair color were.

"Black and…ha-hazel..."

The man continued to check off his list, James brows furrowed at the action. What the hell could be wrong with him."

The man paused; he looked at James his cheeks turning bright red. James lifted his brows at the gesture.

"H-how, how long have you been se-sexually ac-active?" the healer asked, his cheeks were bright red. He was obviously was not the only embarrassed.

James was doing a great impression of a fish; he swallowed thickly as he fought to come up with a response.

'Awkward…"

"Umm, a we-week. Wait I don't know I only had sex with one person, we did it se-seven times." James admitted with a blush.

"Wow!" Was the mans only replied as he stared at James.

He wasn't the only one surprised by his first-time lovers stamina. The man would've gone for an additional time if the guard for the Tavern hadn't came knocking around.

"Well did you use protection."

"Umm, we used a muggle co-condom." James said, at least he think they did. Closing his eyes, he allowed himself to become immersed with his memory.

He gasped aloud as the memories began to replay in his mind, opening his eyes he nodded towards the healer. Keeping silent so as to not allow his voce to betray him.

"Did it break?" He asked, his attention otherwise occupied by whatever he was writing.

"No, it didn't." James answered quickly, he felt a lot of things but a broken condom and semen flooding inside him were not one of the things.

"Well muggle contraception are useless to magical beings. Depending on whom your partner is their semen is capable of soaking through the condom and dissolving into you." He explained.

James stared at him in confusion; he didn't remember feeling the man semen inside of him. "Bu-but I didn't feel anything."

He chuckled softly at James response, "You don't need to feel it for it to happen."

James buried his face into his palms before hissing out, "Oh shit."

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Discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me
Distracting/reacting
Against my will I stand beside my own reflection
It's haunting how I can't seem...

There was absolute silence as James allowed Edwin words to replay in his head…he was pregnant. Up the duff, bun in the oven, he a bat in the cave, knocked up, preggers…he had to slap himself

"Listen James I don't know you that well, but let me warn you-…." The healer began only to be interrupted by the door being flung open and Karen walked in; closing the door behind her, she sent them both warm smiles.

"Hey doc what's the prognosis?" Karen sweetly asked.

James didn't understand how he'd never noticed the way she spoke or even smiled, looking at her now he could barely contain a shudder.

"He's doing just fine, I've gave him some prenatal potions and a strict bed rest for the next week. Hopefully by then I can find him a donor." Edwin quickly answered. His eyes trained firmly upon James, it was almost as though he was frightened of Karen, but that couldn't be.

James stared at the healer confusingly as he tried to pull on his jumper. Cooing at James Karen stepped forward and helped pull it over his head. He mumbled a quick thanks to the woman, her hands still lingered obscenely ontop his shoulders.

"What does that mean, a donor?" James asked, his sloe-like yes bearing down onto Edwin.

Edwin squirmed underneath the boy innocent gaze, how Karen was able to sink her poisonous claws into him. Who was he kidding Karen could talk the devil into selling his soul to her, she was a bitch straight and simple and she lived off the unhappiness of others.

"Well in your case, umm-how do I say this gently…?" Edwin stuttered out, gulping he ran his hands through his hair wearily. There was no nice way of explaining the gravity of the situation.

James gave the man a small smile in appreciation of his gesture, "You don't have to sugarcoat anything for me, I've heard wor-."

"You're a prostitute."

"A WHAT!" James screamed out in horror as he jumped onto his feet. Wincing he clutched at his belly, the brat didn't seem to like the sudden movement.

"I'm sorr-"

"Where the hell do you get off thinking I'm a-." James stopped in mid-rant; his falling onto Karen's still standing form. A bright smile was fixated across her face.

'Oh shit'

Karen smiled down at him and squeezed his shoulders reassuringly before turning towards the healer. "That won't be necessary; I already have the perfect people with whom James can bond with."

James stared blankly as he slowly began to process the information. It made sense now, why Karen helped him, why he was force to wear the geisha-ish wardrobes, the money that was exchanged before his –blush-de-virginzation. Karen was a Madam, the owner of a brothel and as James slowly realized his new owner.

Wincing James clutch at his breast, so tender and heavy. The healer gave him a sympathetic look, before handing him a bottle.

"Here use this it's less painful."

James snatched the bottle away and drank its contents in one gulp.

"Why is it hurting?" James hissed as he clutched his chest.

The healer chuckled softly despite the tension and replied, "Your body is changing to accommodate your pregnancy, so you are starting to produce milk."

"Oh, how the hell am I supposed to feed the baby?" James asked his eyes growing wide.

Edwin smiled at James question; the boy was far too cute for his own good.

"Quite simple you must-"

"There is no need for that, Edwin." Karen said, "Seeing as James is still a minor and I am his legal guardian, I feel that James is not ready to be a parent."

Edwin stared worriedly at them.

"So you want to abort-."

"NO!" James and Karen shouted.

James jumped onto his feet; he would not give up his baby.

"I want to have my bab-"

Karen slapped him across his face. James clutched at his cheeks, shocked by the womans action. Looking up at her James was horrified by what he was seeing. Gone was the matronly kindhearted woman, in her place stood a cold, unscrupulous woman who would do whatever it took to get her bottom line? Now it seemed that his unborn child maybe hold the key to her financial success.

"As I was saying no need James will be turning the child over to much better parents."

"Shouldn't that be his choice?" Edwin asked.

"He has no choice in the matter you know how it is for us whores. Besides James can have all the babies he wants, after he repays his debt to me."

"Wh-what, what debt." Last James knew he didn't owe her any money.

"You seriously didn't think I was letting you eat and sleep for free." Karen asked, a cruel smile slid onto her face, "Oh poor dear you did."

"How much do I owe you?" James asked.

"Hmm, let em see. Room and board is five hundred sickles a week, your clothing are one galleon , payment for usage of my territory is another five hundred sickles…oh and let's not forget the broken dishes and the paternity potion as well as this little visit and prenatal potions.

"Enough I owe you how much in total."

She gave him a sweet smile before answering, "Three-thousand galleons, four-hundred sickles and seventy-five knuts give or take."

How he ever confused her with an gale he'd never know.

"I-I can pay you."

"With what money, you barely make enough waiting tables."

James bit his lips as he realized the sheer idiocy of his words, but this was his baby he swore as his fell on his flat belly. He couldn- he couldn't just give his child up. No he was nothing like his parents, he wanted this child he wanted it so badly and it was then he realized how truly alone he'd been all these years. Shaking his head, he pulled himself out his dark tunnel and looked right into Karen eyes. He knew what he must do, and he would succeed or else his name was not James.

"I don't care I'll get a job." He retorted angrily, "A better one." He added, one where he didn't have to fuck someone.

"Ha-ha, whose gonna hire you. You didn't complete school, you're a known whore and you're pregnant. Let us be serious James, you have nothing to offer this child. So it would be in your –glare- best interest if you turn it over to me."

"I rather abort it then, and then allow your poisonous claws to sink into it." James murmured mutinously. Edwin smiled at James, his respect for the boy increased by tenfold.

Karen narrowed her eyes at his defiant action, before dragging James roughly onto his feet's and pushing him towards the door.

"I know dear, but we both know you would never harm your own child." She said in a sugary tone. She shook James for extra measures, "And do keep up James I don't need you to be able to walk to work, a leg less prostitutes is just as good as any other."

She threw James into the arms of the taverns bodyguard a gentle giant by the name of Wilbur Shaw. He'd learn through the grapevine that Wilbur was the biological son of Karen. He smiled down at James and helped pulled him onto a standing position.

Turning back towards the taller male, she sent him an evil smile. A promise of what was soon to come.

"So doc, the potions please..."

To find myself again
My walls are closing in
(without a sense of confidence and I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
So insecure

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And now or tale finally begins.