Harry Potter and the Master of Death
Snakeeater here giving you another DMC/Harry Potter Story. I've tried to make this more appealing. Please review and tell me what to work on for the next chapters, I do not own DMC nor Harry Potter.
Vergil was running down one of the numerous dark lanes of London. He had got the scent the scent of a Sparda. As he was running he observed a large wall appearing in front of him, a smirk appeared on his young face with minimal effort he leapt towards the wall and started to run up it, once he was close to the top he jumped over it and landed perfectly on the ground. Vergil let the scent once more travelled up his nostrils and noticing that it had changed direction he altered his course. Running as fast as he could he notice the scent was getting stronger. Again an obstacle faced him and again he jumped but this time a lot harder. He flew up eight stories and landed himself on top of the building. He looked down like a hawk searching for it's pray. Then he noticed it, a brown bushy haired girl walking out of the shop. With his advanced eye sight he could see that she had warm brown eyes and for a moment Vergil thought, 'There's no ways this girl could be a descendent of Sparda.'
Just after he had thought that a group of ten or more people magically appeared by her they held some sticks up at her and beams of light started erupting from the sticks. Seeing the girl duck down and kicking one of the attackers in the southern regions Vergil thought, 'This should be interesting let's watch.'
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The daughter of Sparda was just walking out of the shops her mum had run out of milk and sent her down to fetch some. 'Lazy mother,' the girl thought with some amusement, 'Oh well at lest it will keep me fit for when I next see Harry and maybe this time he will be interested in me instead of that slut Cho Chang!' She thought of that name with disgust. Suddenly she heard the familiar pops that one would hear when someone apperated. Looking around she saw ten Deatheaters pointing their wands at her. That's when it happened, everything was happening in slow motion and then she felt someone taking over. At first she thought someone had used the imperius curse
on her but she never felt the bliss that normally accompanied it when someone used the spell. On the contrary it was one of pure rage and confidence, she felt that no one could take her on and that these people were mere rag dolls waiting to be thrown against the wall. As they started to place their spells she ducked under them and kick number one on the lower regions. With a howling cry of pain number one fell backwards cupping himself where the girl had just kicked. The kick that had crippled number one followed thorough to around the house kick of sorts and the child of Sparda used the kick to attack a female's face leaving blood spew across the floor, the female known as number two had several teeth removed and her nose badly broken and number two broke her wand arm by landing on the pavement's curve with a sickening crack. The daughter of Sparda didn't flinch like she would have done but merely carried on sending several hundred punches at number there, she then jumped up into the air and kicked number there full force into a lamp post. A faint pink glow was now appearing over the daughter of Sparda. Seeing this, Deatheaters tried to escape but only four did. With great spread and agility the daughter of Sparda ran towards number four and five breaking their arms and legs and like number two they fell to the grounds with sickening thuds. Number six was trying desperately to run away but the child of Sparda leapt upon him much like Vergil had done to the wall. Number Six came crashing to the ground and his mask shattered. The child of Sparda could see who it was, "Krum?" The descendent asked, "Why? How are you a Deatheater?"
"Simple," replied Krum his voice one of someone in extreme pain, "You liked that Potter brat, he took you away from me. You were mine!" Krum shouted, "And he took you away from me but that's going to change now because he's going to die by my masters hands and I will get you," Krum was sneering and sounded quite mad. With that he disapperated.
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Vergil had enough, 'Why should she get all the fun?' he asked himself and with on quick stealthy swoop he came down upon his targets the four Deatheaters that the Daughter of Sparda
thought disapperated. Vergil used the Yamato with such speed that it looked as if the Deatheaters had just evaporated. Vergil waited until the Deatheater she was talking to had gone before walking up to her. Vergil looked at the girl and said, "Come on missy you best go home,"
The child of Sparda looked up to the stranger. The stranger had hard icy blue eyes and brilliantly white hair, which reminded the Daughter of Sparda of Sonic. It didn't help that he was wearing a blue jacket with gold Oriental markings on and gold endings. He also wore a black T-Shirt and black trousers to complete the look he had brown boots on and a blue seethed Samurai sword with a gold hilt. Inscribed on the seethe was the word Yamoto. "Why should I go with you, you are a stranger and the way you carry your sward around makes you look like a kidnaper?"
"Because I was sent here to take you home by Dumbledore, Hermione Granger,"