Author's notes: Gah! I'm sorry, I know I promised this chapter back in December, but I got involved in a challenge on a LiveJournal I post on and haven't been thinking of anything but that. Also, I was in negotiations with a writer named CustomMagnum to see if he'd permit me to continue a Digimon/Harry Potter crossover that I felt had a lot of potential. He's agreed, so there'll probably be chapters of that coming out soon as well. I'm also trying to make a vow to myself that I will post at least one chapter for one of my Harry Potter's a week, so the next chapter may actually have an update schedule in it.
On a side note, an anonymous reviewer decided to complain that I have given Harry another name to go by in this. /Smiles/ I have my reasons for doing so, and they are in fact linked to magic. Names have power, they shape and change our selves and our world. To know someone's true name is to have power over them. In the Wizarding World, Harry can't avoid using his true name because he's too well known, but when he's out hunting Devils, they can do less damage to him because using Rion Sparda as a name is an added layer of protection since his true self isn't exposed. Dante, Vergil, and Nero use their true names because they are just powerful enough that most things can't deal a great deal of damage with those. Harry/Rion on the other hand is merely human, even if he is a wizard. Demons probably have death spells too, and spells of compulsion. Thus, the reason 'Rion' exists.
One last note. The song used here is one I've written myself, titled Mirror, so please do not steal it. I don't mind of you ask to borrow it, but please don't take it.
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 Vengeance
By: BlackLadyCharon
Chap Nine: Christmas Day, Presents!
"Santa's been here! Rion, Freckle Face, get your lazy asses down here!" Rion groaned, shoving his head under the pillow as Anna sounded off in gleeful baby cacophony at seeing a large mound of shiny gift wrapped goodies. Ron made a similar sound, then staggered upright while Rion opted for rolling out of bed and picking himself up off the floor.
"Glasses?" He asked blearily and Ron handed them to him as they staggered downstairs. Rion frowned as he noticed more presents than usual were stacked under the tree. Whilst trying to figure this out, Ron spotted them, and moaned.
"Uh oh…" Rion raised an eyebrow in a silent request for more information. When this wasn't responded to, he went verbal.
"What?" Ron looked embarrassed.
"Mom sent you all Weasley Sweaters." Dante poked one addressed to him, shrugging.
"So?" Ron went red.
"They're embarrassing, 's all. Mine's always Maroon, and I hate that color." Rion blinked while Anna methodically tore into her present's wrapping paper, a shiny purple bow stuck to her head.
"And you don't use a color changing spell on it because?" Ron's eyes widened.
"'Cause I've never thought of it 'til now! Thanks Ri!" Rion tore into his, unwrapping an emerald green sweater that matched his eyes, fingering the soft cloth. Splendid, with the right spells it would make a great cold weather devil hunting top.
"Argh! Mine's blue!"
"And mine's red. Trade?"
"Yeah. No way in Hell am I wearing your color Verge." Vergil and Dante tossed the opposing sweaters to each other, then looked up as the doorbell rang. Julia bounced over, opening the door to blink in surprise at the passel of redheads on the doorstep.
"Um…"
"Hello dear, I'm Molly Weasley. I know it's sudden, but when we heard Ron had come to stay with Harry this Christmas break we decided to make a family detour and spend today here. That is, if it's not too much trouble." Vergil, the ever gracious host, came to the rescue.
"Mrs. Weasley, how nice to see you again, please come in. I trust you'll find the place accommodating. I must apologize in advance for whatever meager Christmas fare we manage, most of us are not the best cooks in existence." Ron winced.
"Oh, of all the things he could say, it would have to be that…" Molly came in, Fred and George already investigating the place, two older boys and Percy were looking around, the first two with interest and Percy with distaste, and a tiny shy girl was watching Anna continue to shred presents. A taller red headed man, who Rion took to be the patriarch of the Weasley clan, was already quizzing Dante on what the Jukebox did. Molly headed for the kitchen over Vergil's polite protests, just as it went KABOOM and Trish staggered out.
"Erm, killed the first turkey, thankfully we've got spares…" Molly just brushed her aside.
"Let me help dear, I know my way around the kitchen." About then, Percy attempted to prove Darwin's theory of Survival of the Fittest, mainly the part that things too stupid to breed would handily remove themselves from the gene pool before they got a chance to.
"That baby really doesn't need that metal teething ring, how can you let her chew on something so filthy." At which point, he yanked Anna's sacred teething ring out of her mouth.
The room went dead quiet, several pairs of eyes trained on Anna and Percy with utter horror.
Anna frowned, then looked up. She saw Percy in possession of HER favorite object, heading for the trash can. The wings came out, the horns manifested. Eyes went red, teeth went sharp and pointy, nails curved into claws. And with a bone chilling wail of rage and utter fury, Anna attacked.
"MINE! MINE, MOTHERFUCKER!" There was a whirlwind of teeth, claws, Percy's limbs and lots of screaming before Nero managed to pry both Anna and the teething ring away from the now lightly mauled Percy. Vergil blinked, staring calmly at the Weasley's remaining in the main room, who all muttered polite comments about Anna's clearly formidable transfiguration abilities.
"Well, she does that from time to time. Just don't take the teething ring."
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Thankfully there were no more incidents with Anna, though Rion was fairly sure Mrs. Weasley was going to have a hard time prying her husband off of Rion's newly acquired PS3. The man found gaming technology absolutely fascinating, and didn't even seem to care that he was usually killing his character. Rion was a tad miffed because he'd wanted to play Assassin's Creed, but there was no way in hell he was going to get to do that anytime soon. So he and Ron set the table and scuttled food back and forth, patiently waiting and occasionally stealing tidbits to tide them over until dinner time finally arrived. Dante was 'tuning' Nevan, though she never really needed it, occasionally strumming songs. In a quick burst of family spirit, Vergil joined him on the drums and Rion sang vocals.
"Looking out at the world
Black glass windows all around
It's a land of eternal reflections
So how come all I see is false?"
"Looking in the Mirror
Hear the Black Oracle
Laughing in the splintering light
Showing only lies
Glistening with heaven's tears
Which reflection is true?"
"Mirror, Mirror
Show me the Truth
Show me the answers
Hidden in the deeps
Let the Black Oracle hide
And show me the real Mirror"
"I'm still looking for the truth
The heart of the world
Of the light and the dark
The Mirror that does not reflect"
"Looking for the Mirror
Mocking Black Oracle
Walking through the splintered light
Breaking only lies
Bathed by heaven's tears
No reflection is true"
"Mirror, Mirror
Show me the truth
Show me the answers
Hidden in the deeps
Let the Black Oracle hide
And show me the true Mirror"
"I'll break out
Leave a trail of red
Mark the mirror's that only lie
And when I find the Oracle's Mirror
I'll write my future upon it."
"Mirror, Mirror
Show me the truth
Show me the answers
Hidden in the deeps
Let the Black Oracle hide
And show me the true Mirror"
"I'll break out
Leave a trail of red
Mark the mirrors that only lie
And when I find the Oracle's Mirror
I'll write my future upon it"
"I'll break out
Leave a trail of red
Mark the mirrors that only lie
And when I find the Oracle's Mirror
I'll write my future upon it"
"The Oracle's Mirror... The Mirror of Paradise..." The Weasley's applauded, and Bill, the eldest, suggested that they ought to get a contract with a major wizarding band such as the Weird Sisters to play it. rion shook his head, as Did Dante and Vergil and even Nero. That song was theirs, they'd never want it turned popular. Others they might allow to be sung, but not that one. Finally dinner arrived, and the meal passed with light conversation and the occasional teasing comment. The rest of the Weasley's departed and Rion and Ron went up to veg out a bit before bed.
It was then that Rion found the package laying on the top bunk.
"Nani? There's another package here for me."
"Well, ya gonna open it?" Rion cautiously checked, but nothing seemed dangerous about the package, it just didn't have a sender. He opened it, and a fall of silvery gray spread across his hands. Ron drew in his breath with a hiss.
"Ri, I think that's an Invisibility Cloak! Those're rare! Try it!" Rion went over to the mirror, flipping the cloak around himself and watching as he disappeared from sight. He flipped it back off, grinning over at Ron, who grinned back.
"Oh, I am going to get in SOOOO much trouble with this!"
-End Chap nine-
-Preview Chap 10: False Mirror-
"This Mirror shows me what I most desperately want, correct?"
"That's correct Young Harry."
"Then why does it show me……"
-End Preview-
-Grins- Wonder how big a torch mob I'm gonna have for this preview. Yes, Harry/Rion's sentence is DELIBERATELY left unfinished, because I'm not gonna tell you what it shows him. -Sticks tongue out and runs to hide.-