Hello everyone! So I'm back after... it's been what, three years? I'm sorry it took me so long to get to writing the sequel. I've started a while ago, actually, but I kept thinking that I might post a few chapters and then will hit a writer's block, and the story will never be finished. But I've nearly finished it, so I thought it's safe to upload the prologue now. For those of you who haven't read The Wizard Son of Sparda, this fic might confuse you a little, but you should still be able to make sense of it. Updates should be in every two weeks!

Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter or DMC. Or even DmC, though I'm glad I don't.

On to the story!

Prologue

In a darkened room, beside a steadily declining candle, a figure lay slumped on a chair. A pool of blood glittered on the floor under him, increasing rapidly as more drops fell. The source was a bloody stump where his right hand should have been.

Drip, drip, drip.

A second figure stood before him, holding something that was long, thin and strangely knotted. He turned it gently, running a finger down its length, watching the bright flames reflected on it.

Abruptly, he pivoted on his feet, inhumanly graceful in his movement as he strode towards the door. The withering flame from the fireplace illuminated his face as he passed by. It was the face of a boy in his mid-teens, exceptionally handsome, with silver-white hair that gleamed in the light.

"Do you really believe this wise, my boy?"

The figure on the chair had lifted his head, and warm, if pained, blue eyes regarded the other with disappointment and not a little sadness.

The boy paused at the doorway. "You are not worthy of this wand, Albus Dumbledore." he said. He smiled then, a ferocious look in his eyes. "In my hand, it will finally fulfill its purpose and become what it has always longed to be."

He turned and walked away, his footsteps echoing in the silence as he descended the stairs. Dumbledore gazed after him long after he had gone.

"Good-bye, then, Vergil, and good luck." he said softly, wearily. "May you find a way to satisfy your own longing, someday."

So what do you all think?