A/N: Yo! Here is the first chapter to my new DmC crossover fic! I know that you are all going to be saying that I have already created one of these, however, this is a different version of it made with the knowledge of the new DMC that came out.
Summary: What if Harry was actually the youngest Sparda? What if, at the age of two, he was sent to live with the Dursleys whenever he was targetted by Mundus? What if Dumbledore capitalized on that? Harry/harem Sparda!Harry
Pairings: Harry/harem Dante/Kat (Kat will be more like Harry's sister)
Warnings: Mentions of abuse, torture, cussing, violence, gore, innuendo, and sexual themes.
Disclaimer: I do not own DmC or Harry Potter. Nor do I own any of the characters or attacks that are featured inside of the fic. I do, however, own any character and attacks that I create.
Please enjoy this chapter!
Prologue
"Are you sure that we should do this, Sparda?" A soft feminine voice asked.
"I'm positive, Eva. It is only a matter of time before Mundus comes after us, and the second that he does, Dante and Vergil will have to be sent away and Harry would die without this." Sparda said.
"But, why at this household. If I didn't know any better, I would swear that that Vernon creep was a demon." Eva shuddered.
"It's simple, this neighborhood is infested with demons and eventually, Harry will awaken his full power. I know that this sounds cold, but, remember, if he doesn't awaken, he will die later in his life." Sparda said sadly.
They then left the baby on the doorstep, never knowing that another person had come and left a note with it that would ensure that their son would never get any happiness until later on in his life.
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Harry: Age 3
"Oy, you brat, is breakfast done yet?" A loud voice was heard from down the hall.
Harry just stared at the stove, unsure of how to use it.
"What the hell are you doing just standing around like that?" The voice bellowed again.
Harry whimpered a bit, wishing that anyone would take him away from there.
"I'll show you not to waste my time!" The voice bellowed before a hand grabbed Harry's head and bashed it against the stove, with a burner on.
Harry just whimpered again.
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Harry: Age 4
It didn't take long after that for Harry to learn how to do the chores, and he could now often be seen outside in the gardens working them for his aunt.
It just so happened that Harry had just accidently picked his aunt's best flower.
"Boy!" A voice shouted from inside.
Harry knew what was coming and paled.
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Harry: Age eight
Harry had finally figured out what he wanted to do. He was going to start running.
He had packed up the few possessions that he had left and was finally ready.
He was ready to escape all of the chores, abuse, and torment. He was going to escape. Even if he died trying.
With that thought in mind, Harry ran down the street in the neighborhood never to look back at the area again.
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Harry: Age ten
Harry continued running away. He had survived for two years in an area that most others would probably have died in.
However, that didn't matter now as his latest theft had gone wrong. He was trying to get a few dollars to buy something, but the guy had a string attached to his wallet to prevent thieves.
The guy wouldn't have been a problem to escape. The problem was the police officers that had overseen the area and had saw him pickpocket the guy.
Harry rushed down an alley to the side and rammed into a dead end.
He saw the lights coming that indicated the flashlights and immediately hid behind a trash can.
'Please pass over,' Harry chanted over and over in his head.
To his dismay, the police officers had started down the alley.
"You, check over there." He heard a voice command.
Harry used a small bit of glass that he had on him to check his targets carefully. He then aimed and cursed when he saw where the people were talking about and that it was where he was hiding.
'I wish that I was anywhere but here,' Harry thought.
When the police came over to the area that Harry had been in, there was no one there.
"What the hell is going on? I know I saw him head this way!" The officer bellowed as he smashed his fist against the wall.
There went all chances of him getting that bonus.
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At the same time, Harry opened his eyes.
He heard the police officers speak for a few seconds and then he opened them, confused at why the officers were walking away from where he was.
He looked around and saw that everything was a dark shade of grey, and when he looked at the officers and tried to touch one of them, he couldn't.
"What's going on?" Harry wondered aloud.
And that was when the area around him started changing. At first, the top of the buildings lifted away. After that, the rest of the buildings soon followed and the ground started to break up beneath him.
Harry instinctively took a step back when a crack started appearing beneath him, and it appeared that it was not a moment too soon as the ground split apart and he would have split with it had he not moved.
Harry then turned around and saw that the wall had vanished and the alley now connected to the street.
He then did what came naturally to him, he ran and continued running.
Harry didn't even notice the glowing symbol on his back as he ran.
The symbol that had been with him for life but never seen.
The symbol that looked like an angel's wings.
The sign of the Nephillim.
A/N: I have finished this chapter, I know that it is kind of short, but next chapter will be where he meets Dante and Kat for the first time.
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