So…I'm a shameless DMC fangirl. No, like seriously, I'm making a to scale Rebellion cause I can and I wants. Yep, I may or may not be a little in love/obsessed with the franchise. Except the reboot. As a game it's pretty cool, as a reboot… I'm sorry, the original Dante was hotter.

But moving on. So this idea popped into my head after a long day of dealing with teens, tweens, kiddies and an exasperating boss who just won't take advantage of the programmers in their employ to make a better system for work. (Rant over)

Instead of being outside interveners…what if Dante WAS Harry Potter?

And so…the plot bunny was spawned. I admit, I have bit of a soft spot for crossovers. And reincarnation fics.

So, enjoy the mad ramblings of a fangirl.

Disclaimer: I own neither Harry Potter nor DMC sadly.

He died.

He, Dante, the eldest living descendant of Sparda, half-devil who put the fear of Sparda into invading devils and their demon armies had DIED.

It was all that stupid moron's fault for setting off the apocalypse. Whoever the hell it was.

No really, he had been clearing out a nest of Hell Prides, then the next thing he knew the world was crumbling around him as hell gates and rifts tore open spilling starving demons onto the streets. He may be more resilient than the normal human, but after a while, the never ending onslaught of head hunters wore him out.

Really, getting eaten was a terrible way to go.

But that was all done and dusted. The demon hunter knew he had died, after all, his stash of Blue and Gold orbs had been exhausted – same with his stash of vital stars – and the bloody demons had taken to guarding all the Statues of Divinity so there hadn't been a chance to get more, despite the rather large stash of red orbs he had accumulated killing his pursuers. The last thing he remembered was the crunch of bone and all-encompassing pain of ripping tissue accompanied by the rancid smell of demonically bad breath.

So why was he staring at a broken ceiling feeling like he had been completely drained of demonic energy? Kinda like that time when he overdid a Devil Trigger. If Dante was to continue along that vein, he felt weak and lethargic, barely having enough energy to lift his limbs. Whatever he was lying on was pretty soft though, and although there was a weird energy in the air, he couldn't sense any other entities – normal or demonic – around.

He could totally take a nap for a couple of minutes.

Ok. Nevermind. Someone was screaming. That usually meant demons.

Blinking his eyes open, the demon hunter tried to move his arms, reaching for the ever present Rebellion. Except he couldn't.

And there was some horsefaced THING looming over him.

He was totally gonna get eaten again wasn't he? Dammit, hadn't he suffered enough already?

By the time he had finished musing about his situation though, Dante had already been scooped up by said horseface thing and slammed the door shut behind them.

Wait, door? Why would a demon slam a door? They usually just tore them down and busted them to pieces to get at whoever was behind them. Maybe he had fallen into the twilight zone after his death.

Taking a better look at the horseface thing, something clicked. That wasn't a demon. The thing holding him was a human with a rather unfortunate resemblance to a horse. Who, despite their frantic jabbering, was more concerned that a baby had been dropped off on their door step than demons finding them and killing them all.

Definitely the twilight zone.

Speaking of which, what baby were they talking about? And what was with the weird accents? They sounded... British or something. More confused blinking followed and suddenly he had been snatched away from the horse lady to…was that a walrus that got turned into a human?

"I WILL NOT HAVE ANY FREAKS IN MY HOUSE!"

Whoa, that was a little excessive, sure he was pretty odd looking by normal standards, but it didn't really matter when the world was ending.

So Dante opened his mouth to tell him so. Only for a gurgle to come out.

Huh? The hell was going on?

Trying again as the horse lady and the walrus argued over him, to his shock and horror, the only things coming out of his mouth were gurgles and babbled sounds that may have been words.

Too horrified at his discovery, the debatably dead demon hunter only caught the tail end of the argument ("FINE, He can stay, we'll stamp the freakishness out of him") and the heavy stomps of the walrus before he was shoved into a dark corner.

Well. Some demon was clearly having some fun here. Just wait, he was gonna bust out and fix whatever was done to him, then kick some serious demonic arse.

The party was ON!

A bit short but it'll do for an intro right?

Not too sure how close I'll stick to the Harry Potter verse or DMC verse, but I do plan to get through all 7 years of Hogwarts. Let's see how quickly I can develop this.

Please leave a review, it'll be nice to know what people think of this. :D