Despair of a Devil, Happiness of a Human: Chapter One: The Order

Heya Guy's, Dark here with a rather new Idea of mine. Inspired by the fanfic called One Too Many, which is another DMC/HP Xover. Summary is below, and just for the sake of it, I'll explain the timeline.

DMC 3 - 1982

DMC 1 - 1987

DMC 4 - 1995

DMC 2 - 2000

I made this timeline because I didn't want any confusion over anything. Also, to halt any confusion, HARRY IS NERO! Also, I'm adding Kat from DMC: Devil May Cry (The Reboot) in this continuity, simply because she's cool. Enjoy!

EDIT: Hey guy's. it's me. And after much thought about it, I've decided to remove Kat from this fic, because honestly, she wouldn't really have any impact on anything, and I just added her when I was going through a short phase where I really liked DmC, however now I just think it's a good game, but not a good reboot. If it was a game on it's on, with all of the thing belonging to Devil May Cry (Original Series), such as names, being replaced, it'd be an ok game. So yeah, I'm removing Kat from the story, by slightly rewriting the first 2 chapters. See ya.

Pairing: Harry P./Nero A. X Kyrie X Small Harem.

Summary: Harry Potter was a strange boy. From his black hair turning white, to him having glasses that he doesn't need. But after his arm changed, he was kicked out of the Dursley Household, and dropped off at an orphanage run by something called the Order of the Sword. At this orphanage, is where he meets a girl that changes his life forever.

Begin!

A 5-Year-Old black haired boy stared through the car window, as his uncle drove him somewhere, something called an orphanage? Apparently, he didn't want anything to do with his... Abnormalities.

For example, his hair had started turning white a few months ago, and Aunt Petunia had bought black hair dye to make it look like it's normal Pitch-Black Messiness. The Dye had simple drained out of his hair, instead of staying in. His vision was also improving, it was currently to the point that he no longer needed glasses.

But the thing that drove the nail into the coffin was his arm.

A few days before, his arm had started aching, and sharp pains would shoot through it every so often. And red and blue marks had started appearing. 2 hour prior to now, the hand, to halfway through the bicep of his right arm had turned into demonic red arm, with light blue marks on it (Basically, it's the Devil Bringer).

The second Uncle Vernon saw it, he had gone to Aunt Petunia, who had the discussed what 'orphanage' to drop him off at. Before Vernon and the boy had left, Petunia had put him in a thick jacket, and a medical sling, stating that, "No orphanage would accept you into it if you had that freakish arm on display."

(2 Hours Later, Order of the Sword's Orphanage, Fortuna)

The boy stretched as he and Vernon FINALLY arrived at the orphanage that Vernon planned on dropping him off to.

Vernon knocked on the door, which was opened by a brown-haired teenager that appeared to be around 15.

The teen said, "Hello. Welcome to the Order of the Sword's Orphanage. Why are you here?"

"I'm here to drop off my delinquent nephew at this orphanage, as we have no room for him in our respectable home." Vernon grunted.

The teen narrowed his eyes at Vernon, before giving the boy in front of him a calculating gaze.

The boy in front of him was a scrawny child, He has white hair brushed down and blue eyes, and a medical sling on his right arm. He was wearing threadbare clothes that looked many sizes to large, and had a lightning bolt scar on his forehead.

"How was his arm injured?" The teen asked.

Vernon blinked, having not thought of an excuse for that, before saying, "It's not injured. We put it like that because his arm looks abnormal, and we didn't want anyone in this respectable orphanage to reject him here."

It was half-truth, half-complete-bullshit, but it worked.

The teen nodded slowly, before saying, "I will inform Sister Elizabeth* of the new child. Come with me, young one." He said to Vernon and the boy.

The boy nodded, before following the teen through the building.

"My name is Credo. What is your name, child?" Credo said.

The boy tilted his head, before saying, "I don't know my name. I was always called 'Boy', or 'Freak' at Uncle Vernon's home."

Credo's eyes hardened, as he put the pieces together in his mind.

'The threadbare, oversized clothes. The way the uncle referred to the child. How the child doesn't know his name.' Credo thought, before concluding, 'This child has been abused.' He thought coldly.

"Do you want me to give you a name, child?" He asked the boy, who rapidly nodded.

'Hmm... What should I name him?' Credo mused as he looked at the boy, before a name spawned in his head.

'Nero... Angelo? Nero Angelo. Black Angel.' He thought.

"How about, Nero Angelo? It is Italian for Black Angel." Credo suggested.

The boy seemed to mull it over in his head, before nodding, "I like it." The boy, Nero, stated, smiling.

(2 Weeks Later)

Nero smiled as he played with his new friend, Kyrie, who is Credo's younger sister.

Kyrie is a 5-year old girl who has auburn hair, and brown eyes. She is wearing a white dress with black boots, similar to what other citizens of Fortuna are seen in.

Kyrie smiled at Nero as the two drew things on pieces of paper given to them by a Nun, who helps run the Orphanage.

Kyrie was apparently drawing what she thought would be Nero, all grown up.

Nero was doing the same, except of Kyrie.

The 2 halted their drawing when they heard, "Where do you think you're going, brat?"

The duo got up and walked over to where the voice came from.

They then saw a girl about a year older than them being picked on by a group of 10-year old's.

The 10-year old's were currently kicking the girl, who was in a foetal position, protecting her from a lot of the damage, but she was still being hurt.

Nero ran up to the nearest 10-year old, and kicked him in the back of the knee, causing him to fall to the ground in pain, which made the other 3 10-year old's look at them.

With the others distracted, Kyrie went to the girl, and picked her up, taking her to the nurse's office.

Nero punched the kid on the floor's face, knocking him out, before ducking, to dodge 2 punches from the other kids, causing them to punch each other.

Nero jumped on the other kid, and wrapped his legs around his ribcage, and headbutted him repeatedly, knocking them out.

As Nero left to go to the nurse's office, he felt something grip his ear, causing him to turn and see one of the nuns that ran the orphanage, and Credo looking at him sternly. On thought ran through his mind at that moment.

'Fuck...' Nero thought.

(Chapter End)

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*A generic female name for a generic, unimportant female character

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