DISCLAIMER. Harry Potter and Devil May Cry not mine. But I hope it was. xD
AUTHOR'S NOTE. ugh. ugh. ugh. dear lord. ugh.
Vergil bolted his eyes open as the rays of the sun ran over his face. It was a bright, shiny day and silence echoed throughout the shop. He liked it this way; Dante would be asleep upstairs, so there was no noise. Lady and Trish, on the other hand, were off to somewhere. When it was like this, he felt peaceful. And it made him happy.
He stood up and walked over to the open window. He inhaled, letting the sweet smell of freshness overcome him. It's been a year since he came over to the shop. He was able to escape from Mallet Insland, and so he came to Devil May Cry to ask for Dante's forgiveness. Being his only family, Dante took him back with open arms.
Suddenly a sound came from outside, interrupting the demon's thoughts. Vergil walked over to the door and opened it. He was surprised to see it was an owl. The owl dropped a letter from its mouth, and flew away.
Vergil, suddenly intruiged, took the letter and closed the door. 'It's not everyday you see an owl do likewise...'
As he observed the envelope, he saw in beautiful fonts:
Vergil Sparda
Devil May Cry
The Living Room
On-a-couch
Vergil quirked an eyebrow at this. How did the writer know where he was? Heck, how did the writer know he slept on a couch? He opened it and ran his eyes over.
Mr. Vergil Sparda,
we would like to recruit you as professor for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Our foes, you see, have decided to use demons against us, knowing that we have no knowledge prior to these supernatural beings. We've heard though, that you and your brother expertise in this certain subject. We would like you to be the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher, hoping that you could teach the students, as well as the faculty, a thing or two about demons.
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Reading it, he felt compelled to do it. Something in him sparked, like a rock on rock. (WAT._.) He felt he wanted to teach the students, so that they could protect the people they love. Something he was never able to do as a child. You see, before, he wanted to kill everyone- damning everyone just because he was too weak to do it before. But now... He wanted to make a difference. It was something Dante taught him, I guess... Besides, it would do his brother some good to do missions alone. At least, if he did that, he's get 100% of the pay.
He smirked at the thought.
The Trio walked into The Three Broomsticks, going to the friendly woman behind the counter. 'Not much people... No people, actually. What gives?' Harry thought.
The two were bickering. They were at it again. Sheesh, when they did that, he always felt out of place.
"Three butterbeers, please." Harry said.
"Been a while since I saw your face in here, Potter." the woman said, grinning, handing him three glasses of his order.
"I was a bit busy, ma'am. Sorry about that." he admitted, scratching his head. "Being a 6th year in Hogwarts isn't really as easy as plucking a Mandrake off it's pot."
"Well then. This one's on me." the woman said, smiling sweetly.
Harry mumbled a silent 'thanks', walking over to the trio's usual spot.
As they walked to the familiar couch and table they often sat at, he noticed that a man in a blue trench coat was sitting there.
"Guys...?" Harry said, interrupting Ron and Hermione's bickering. They both stopped and stared at the man.
"Did you need something?" the man asked, glaring at them.
"I'm sorry.. It's just that we usually sit there and..." Hermione tried to explain, but found it null. The man only continued to glare.
"You're merely wasting your time explaining, you realize." he said, taking a gulp of his drink.
"Sorry for your time." she muttered, backing away.
"Wait a sec! It seems you're not doing anything at the spot, so could you kindly move to another? C'mon, off you go!" Ron said, "Fuck off" stained in his eyes.
The man stood up and unsheathed his weapon, pointing it at Ron's throat. "Try my patience, fool."
'A katana...' Harry thought to himself. He wasn't really a fan of swords, but he knew one when he saw one. He looked over to his companions. Hermione was just standing there, eyes locked on the katana. Ron looked paler than when he was when he walked in.
"S-sir, we'll just move to the other table..." Harry finally said, grabbing Ron's arm and dragging him off. The man sat back onto his seat.
"Sorry for your time.." Hermione added, smiling at him nervously. The man glanced at her.
As they sat down, they immediately gulped down their butterbeers, and stood up to leave. Harry waved at the friendly woman who gave her the drink, adding a little smile. Before they stepped outside, they glanced back at the man in sync. They saw him looking at Hermione. Ron and Harry stared at Hermione, then at the man, then at Hermione. He was smirking at her, but this time, he wasn't glaring. She felt intimidated by the faint smirk he wore across his face that she even tripped on her own foot on the way out. Something about him interested her...
The Great Hall was filled with students; as always. They sat according to houses, munching delicately on their food (except for Weasley; he eats like a damn pig). Hermione was lost in thought, thinking of those blue eyes... It aroused her, yet intimidated her...
Harry and Ron were talking. Actually, they were all chatting about when suddenly, a sound echoed throughout the room. It was Professor McGonagall, tapping her spoon against her cup. This made the students quiet down and stare at the Headmaster. The Headmaster, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, stood up and nodded 'thanks' to the Transfiguration Professor that had called their attention only seconds ago. Harry and Ron still continued to talk, not even giving the Headmaster a sideward glance.
"Good evening to all of you, and to the 1st years: Welcome!" the Headmaster started, smiling warmly. "I beg pardon for interrupting your meal, but I'd like to have a few words before this day is done."
"Well, that's odd." Neville mumbled. "He doesn't give any speech during meals."
"Aye." Seamus said in approval.
"Let us all welcome our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Vergil Sparda." the Headmaster said, polishing his voice at the name. A man beside Professor McGonagall, a man in a blue trench coat, stood up. Everyone clapped as Hermione's mouth dropped open. She recognized the weird pattern on the coat, the same silver hair... Those blue eyes... Oh... That handsome face... Wait, wait, wait. What? No, no, no~ Bad thoughts, bad thoughts. Stop, bad thoughts~!
"You okay, Hermione?" Harry asked, putting a hand on hers. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
"No, nothing's the matter..." she said, still staring at the professor who now was sitting down.
"Are you sure?" Harry asked again.
"It's just that... It's the man... The one we saw yesterday... In the Three Broomsticks." she muttered.
"What? Where?" Ron asked, looking around the Great Hall. Harry looked too.
Harry mumbled. "Are you sure? I don't see hi- oh no."
"What? Where?" Ron asked again, looking at Harry.
"Beside McGonagall. Man in blue." Harry whispered, face turning pale. Ron felt like he was going to die anytime. As for Hermione, her eyes fluttered at the sight of him. He was an angel, she hated to admit. But it was true. The man ran his eyes over the lot of them, and saw her. Tha bushy hair, and those smoldering eyes, that perfect, fit body. He purred subconsciously, not loud enough for the students to hear. Those who heard, on the other hand, like McGonagall and Sprout, froze in fear and shock. When he was introduced to them, he seemed cold and uncaring. But he purred? He fucking purred.
"He will be taking Professor Snape's place, who will be taking his previous place as Potions Master." Headmaster continued. Every student in the Hall snorted. Snape raised an eyebrow at the reaction.
"What's it for? It's the middle of the year, sir." Someone from Ravenclaw called out.
"...Change in curriculum." the Headmaster said, lying. He couldn't really tell the truth to the students.
'Oh, guys. Voldemort's using demons now, and Vergil's a demon hunter! We wanted to ask Vergil's hot pumping flirty brother, Dante, but he's pretty immature.' he said in his mind, imagining it if ever he said it to them. Most of them would shake in fear, while most of the ladies would groan in disappointment.
"Well, looks to me that some of you are going limp. Off you go, then! Sleep tight." the Headmaster said, grinning at them. The people vacated the Hall, the trio being the last of them; they were busy staring at the very intimidating professor. The professor, in turn, stared at them, but mostly at the girl...
