The Devil's Cry

Summary: The Triwizard cup – a portkey – took Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory away. It returned, only with Cedric's deceased corpse. Harry Potter was never found, until two years later, for his sixth year. Yet . . . he doesn't believe he's Harry Potter! "Harry Potter? I don't know a Harry Potter. My name is Raizel. Raizel . . . Sparda . . ."

Disclaimer: Do I look like J. K. Rowling or a member of the Devil May Cry team? No? Then that answers your question!

Warning: Explicit violence, frequent cursing, blood and gore, and all the sweet stuff that make a Devil May Cry game.

Note before you start reading: This is going to be like an 'I think this is going to be similar' fics. That means that most of the ideas are speculations, mostly to DMC 4. The storyline and idea actually comes from my speculations of DMC 4, so when that game comes out, this will be a DMC AU. No Nero, no Kyria, and nothing like it! There will be a few OC's though, but fear not, no planned romance between them unless they are with another OC.

Praise to my father

Blessed by the water

Black night, dark sky

The devil's cry

It was a typical day for Azure Deavolus. She wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead. Hands calloused from wielding a weapon picked up a seemingly heavy sword off the ground. With elegance, she began to swing the hefty sword in the air with ease. Azure had to train her body even more, for she was the only female warrior in the Order of the Sword.

Azure dropped the sword with a thud, and she peered up into the dusk sky. A moving star caught her eye. It had glowed blazing blue as it zipped through the air like a sword cutting through a leaf. Azure closed her ocean cerulean eyes, and made a silent wish (as childish it may seem). It was a wish for the leader of the Order to actually recognize her.

After she finished her wish, she slowly opened her eyes. Azure nearly collapsed in shock. "What the hell?!"

A thin, ragged boy laid face first in front of her. The boy groaned. He was probably in pain. Azure ran up to him. She laid her hand on the boy's forehead. He was burning up! Azure took a quick glance around.

A quick tear of her jacket was the best available thing to help the poor boy. She sprayed her water bottle on the cloth, and placed it on his warm forehead.

It did the trick.

Only a few minutes later, another groan came from the boy's mouth. He sat up slowly. Blinking at his surroundings, he turned to face Azure. "Where am I?"

Unfortunately, Azure had no real answer to give him. The reason why, is because she didn't know herself. She only knew the vague area. "You're in a field. I think we're near Calgary." That was the only piece of information she knew. The elders always brought her to a training area with devil magic, or something akin to it.

The boy looked puzzled for a moment. Then he spoke. "Do you know who I am?"

"Albus! Albus!" a frantic professor cried. "A champion came back! He's still in the maze!"

An old wizard glanced up, the ever shining twinkle absent in his eyes. Worry was etched into his aged face. "Do you know who it is?"

The professor shook his head negative. "The rescue team hasn't returned yet."

"Thank you Fillius for informing me. Please wait with me at the entrance of the maze for the rescuers."

The tiny man nodded, eager to see his students again. Their musing, however, stopped due to a scream for help. Fillius turned his head to face the maze, along with Albus.

The rescuers held a body. It wasn't moving. There wasn't even a rise in the chest to indicate he's alive. The boy's skin was pale. Deathly pale. "Forgive us Albus. It is too late."

Albus shifted his gaze around the group. His eyes were searching for a boy, on only fourteen years of age. To his disappointment, the one he was searching for wasn't there. Immediately, his conclusion was that the boy went off with someone else for medical reasons. It was the most logical explanation, after all. Still, he wondered where the boy was.

"Where is Harry Potter?"

To his shock and despair, they didn't tell him the answer he wanted to hear. It was something he feared. It was worse than his fear when he was facing Grindlewald. And he would never forgive himself for his mistake.

"Harry Potter was never found."

"Do you know who I am?"

The question stumped Azure. What should she say? Never in her life had she met this person. She just wanted to leave him here, and not be bothered with. However, his innocence displayed on his face prevented Azure from doing exactly that.

"Sorry, I don't know."

The jet haired boy looked disappointed. Azure thought for a moment.

"I can give you a name!"

He perked up, the expression displayed clear on his face. "What will be my name?"

Azure spoke, confidence that the name would fit the person. "Raizel. Raizel, like the angel of the same name." She gave a grin. "I'm sure you'll be great. Raizel . . . Sparda."

Finished.

I'm not truly sure if I should continue this. I've never been confident with any of my stories, so if you do like this story, then please review. This story looks fun to write, but if I don't get too many positive feedbacks or constructive criticism, I'll probably completely ditch the story and leave it lying in dust. That's what usually happens anyways . . . If you don't want that to happen, please review. I'm a review addict! ..