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Devil's Ascension
Chapter 1
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU TRYING TO DO BOY! HOW MANY TIMES DO WE HAVE TO BEAT YOU TO REMIND YOU NOT TO DO ANY OF YOUR FREAKISH WAYS!" bellowed the overweight man, his face turning various shades of red. "I GUESS WE HAVE TO BEAT YOU SOME MORE!"
"Pwease, uwcle, no more hurts," the four-year old cowered as he watches his uncle preparing his huge leather belt. They were in the backyard and the boy was trimming some hedges when the newly planted flowers bloomed. The boy's aunt shrieked then rushed inside to get her husband after checking that none of the neighbors saw what happened.
"IF YOU WANT THE BEATINGS TO STOP THEN YOU ALSO BETTER STOP DOING WHAT WE HAVE FORBIDDEN!" The fat oaf proceeded in lashing the boy with the belt.
The boy cried helplessly as he was beated for a few minutes. In his mind he reached out for any help as a drop of blood fell to the ground. His eyes flashed briefly, unknown to his uncle since he was down facing the dirt. An invisible shockwave rippled from him for miles. Magical beings felt the immense power and distress call while normal people felt a slight unease, despair, and loneliness. The man stopped wincing slightly from the feeling then quickly dragged the boy inside and locked him up in the cupboard.
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In a dark alley a mile from surrey, a tall, lean muscled man with silver hair felt the shockwave of the aura. He was currently battling some low to mid level demons that slipped through a crack in a minor portal from hell. He quickly disposed of them, strapped his huge sword, jumped up to the roof of the building and faced the direction from which the shockwave came.
'That power… It did not come from an ordinary demon. There is a small tinge of devil's blood. Could it be possible…' he thought as he quickly made his way toward the source.
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"Boy, come here, you had better stopped your whining. Help your aunt with setting the table for dinner before Marge and Dudley returns from shopping. You should be grateful that we are providing for your needs, you ungrateful freak."
H watched from the shadows as a huge man… no, whale is a proper description in his thoughts, berated a child. As the boy came into view he was appalled at his condition. The boy was wearing almost rags, was rather small for a child that age, and was obviously badly beaten. He can easily sense that the power came from the child. His patience grew thin and he no longer needed to observe further. He violently busted into the kitchen through the backdoor. The child fled in fright and he briefly saw the boy hide somewhere under the stairs. The woman who he assumed was the fat man's wife had already fainted.
'What an odd couple… a whale and a horse…' he thought as he regally looked around the room.
"Who the bloody hell are you! You have no right to be in my house, I can tell you are one of those freaks! Get out before a call the police!" The fat man ranted, trying to hide his fear of the intruder. The man was wearing aristocratic clothing that doesn't fit into this modern times fashion. He was very intimidating and was exuding a very lethal aura at the moment not to mention the huge sword strapped to his back.
"It would do well for you to be silent, you insolent buffoon," he responded in a very cold voice. "I have observed the proceedings of this household briefly and I am most dissatisfied on how the boy was treated. Identify yourself, the boy, and your relations to him now. It is quite obvious he is not your son."
"O-of course the freaks not my son! He's my nephew on my wife's side. His name is Harry Potter and I'm Vernon Dursley, it's none of your business how I treat him. This is my household, get out!"
"I grow tired of your ramblings, I'm taking the boy away and you will not mention to anyone what have transpired if you value yours and your family's life. However, I still believe you must receive punishment for your transgressions." Having said that, he quickly beat up Dursley, carefully avoiding damaging his vital organs but left him bruised and bloodied nonetheless. With a few demonic spells, he made the couple forget any details about him but not what had occurred. He went out of the kitchen towards the stairs.
He politely knocked on the door of what he assumed to be a storage space of some sort. "You can come out now young one, I mean you no harm," he called out softly. The door slowly creaked open and the child peaked out but did not come out thoroughly.
"Pwease, mister, I no tell, don't hurt me…" the boy looked up to him with tearful eyes.
"I will not hurt you young one, I have come to take you away where no one would hurt you anymore but will take care of you like normal family would… or as normal as we can be. Would you like that Harry?" he spoke gently as he slowly crouched down. The door opened up more and he saw that the space was a cupboard made into the boy's room judging from the mattress and blankets.
"Yes sir, but uwcle be mad at me…"
"Do not be bothered anymore young one. I have spoken with them and they will not be mad nor will they look for you anymore if we leave. You are free. Now, what do you say we depart now? And don't bother taking anything that's not precious to you, I and my family will provide you with your needs." He stood up and offered a hand to the boy.
Harry looked up to him, still tearful but a small smile slowly making it's way to his face as he took hold of the hand. They went outside and seemed to disappear as they melted into the shadows, never to set foot in Surrey or in the country for a few years to come.
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"Yo, dad who's the pipsqueak?" asked a ten-year-old with silver hair as he stopped from roughhousing with who appeared to be his twin.
"Please be more polite Dante. Greetings father and guest," the twin spoke more refined than his brother.
"Geez, you such a suck up Vergil."
"Dante, Vergil, stop bickering. Welcome home dear." A beautiful lady walked into the living room. "Oh, my, what happened to such a sweet child? Come here sweetie, no need to fear me. Vergil please fetch the first aid kit and Dante please fetch the snacks I made. Your father and this child must be famished" She spoke gently, her motherly instincts taking over as the child slowly approached her. She quickly enveloped him in a hug.
"We should sit down as I explain what transpired and whom I think the boy is. He seems to take much liking to you dear." Once they settled down with Harry on his wife's lap, his wounds being treated, he proceeded telling them the events.
"I have notified my contacts from both the magical and mortal world, they will have the paperwork soon and confirmation on his full identity. However that is the least of my concerns. I have no doubt he is of demonic descent and not just any demon but a devil and related to our bloodline, therefore if none of you objects, I would perform the blood adoption fully making him our son and little brother to the boys." He finished.
"Of course dear, no one will take him away from me now, I will be his mother from now on." Eva spoke.
"Alright! Course I agree dad, I always wanted a lil bro." Dante replied hyperactively.
"I have no objections father, he does grow on you even if he's been with us shortly." Vergil nodded.
"Well then, Harry, do you have any objections?"
"No sir, I happy to be adwopded?" Harry responded with a bit of a yawn.
"No need to be formal, I am Sparda and will be your father from now on, she is my wife Eva, your mother, and these twins will be your brothers, Dante and Vergil."
"Now lets get you cleaned up and into bed." Eva carried him upstairs followed by the twins.
"Rest well bro and tomorrow we'll have a whole lot fun. New York is such an awesome city." Dante ran ahead while Vergil followed silently behind his mother.
Sparda smiled as he watched his family. Tomorrow, Harry Potters life will start anew and shall henceforth be known as Harry Sparda.
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A/N: I read some HPDMC crossovers and some ideas popped into my head so what the heck I gave it a shot since my other stories are currently in limbo but will still be continued.although this is in the HP/HG section, nopairings yet, still deciding on Hermione, female Blaise, Cho,Lady from DMC3, an OC, a multiship or double pairs. No Yaoi/Male-Male pairing though. Please read and review, no flames yet please.