A/N – Hey people! I just want to say a HUGE thank you to all my reviewers for their kind comments! This is my first EVER fanfic and its feels great to know that it is appreciated. In the space of 6 days I have received 348 hits, which is just…WOW. I would like to take this opportunity to answer some of the questions that you lot asked when you reviewed.

Demon-sword: ha-ha, don't worry Harry has now stopped crying and his determination will grow.

Exardas who wrote a huge review asked which twin I will make Harry more like. In this story when Harry is with his friends he will be himself, that is to say just like Harry, loyal, friendly, brave and what not. But when facing enemies, he will have a mixture of Dante's 'cockiness' as well as Vergil's cold, merciless style. (By the way Exardas if you are reading this then yes I did like Hp and HBP). Wolfprincess09 asked who I am going to make Hermione's competition for Harry…well…your just going to have to find out. I'd also like to say that I am 16 living in London and have major exams coming up so I may not be able to update as frequently as I would like. Anyway, I'm rambling so on with the story.

Disclaimer – I do not own any of this. DMC belongs to Capcom.

The Son of Sparda

Chapter 2 – Lord Dante

Harry still had the deadly scythes lodged in his body, blood still gushed from his wounds. He pulled himself away from the horror-struck demons. He yanked the three in his chest away, causing a twinge of pain, and flung them at the demons behind him, killing a few. He snapped off the wooden handles only leaving the deadly blades in each arm and leg. Harry turned to face the…Prides…yes. Yes, that was their name. He didn't know how he knew, he just did. He lifted his hand and with a single finger beckoned the remaining Prides towards him.

They screeched in frustration at boy before them. Then, jets of sand erupted from the ground with a skull like image imprinted on them. The jets of sand exploded leaving more Pride demons in their wake. The few that had survived Harry's initial fury summoned additional scythes to them to replace the ones they lost, bursting from the ground. As one they charged. Harry spun and kicked the first one in the chest sending it flying into another and they disappeared in a shower of sand. His leg still in the air, Harry swung it around in a wide arc at the demon closest to him, piercing it through the back of its head and decapitating it. He twisted, ducked, and turned as the demons tried desperately to kill him. To Harry the demons seemed to be moving slowly and he used the palm of his hand to bat away the flats of the sharpened scythes.

One demon jumped at Harry, he swivelled out of the way and with a sweeping kick backwards hooked the Pride on the blade in his leg and sent it flying into the air. He dodged two more swings and then as the demon came crashing back to earth, kicked it again. Another lunged behind him, he somersaulted backwards landing on the demon's back pinning it to the ground. Placing a foot on the floor, Harry kicked off from the ground using the Pride below him as a board to slide on. As he 'surfed' along the ground he held his arms out, using the deadly blades in them to slice and dice the demons to pieces. They screamed in frustration as the spinning blades rent their bodies, sparing none. Harry jumped off the Pride, landing gracefully before it crashed into a park bench. The demon shook its head dazed and tried to get up but Harry's foot came down sharply smashing it and he watched as the remainder of his body broke down into sand.

Turning, he saw that five Prides where still coming towards him screeching away. He pulled out the blades in his arms, ignoring the slight twinges of pain and sent them flying in a graceful but deadly arc towards two of them. They could only watch in horror as the blades made contact and made their heads hurl through the air. Harry bent down and tore the two blades from his feet and advanced. They screeched and swung, Harry ducked and buried a blade in a demon's chest, swung the other to trip a Pride and as it fell with a cry he jabbed the scythe into it and it exploded in a shower of sand.

Harry stood and surveyed the remaining Pride with hate. The demon realised that he was the only one left and glanced around as if looking for an escape route. Harry slowly lifted his hand and outstretched his palm as it glowed red. Sparks flew as a ball of brilliant, red flame appeared in his hand. Swirling around the flame were shining chains, as if they were holding the fire within. Harry pulled back his hand and hurled the ball, it streaked through the air and on impact the chains disappeared and released the flame within. The demon was engulfed in fire and its screams of agony were the last thing Harry heard before it burst into ash.

Harry stood there, shocked beyond belief as his deadly, blood red eyes resumed their gorgeous, emerald green state once more. He remembered his fatal wounds and looked down. His T-shirt was soaked with blood, he frantically lifted it up, and strangely Harry couldn't feel any pain. As he patted his chest he gasped. His skin was flawless, no blood, no gaping wound, just a set of well built muscles (even more so than before). Harry traced his fingers over the former wounds in his hands and legs and felt the same flawless skin.

He looked around, no one seemed to have noticed the fight and he could once again hear the children's laughs and cries as they happily played. He pelted back through the gates of the park, not eager to wait around for more demons, and set off back to Privet Drive. What the hell was that? Where did those Prides come from? How do I know what they are? What was that fire-ball thingy? AND how the HELL did I survive? These questions buzzed through his head as he ran through the shortcut between Wisteria Walk. He could think of only one person who could answer his questions – Dumbledore.

He hoped he could sneak into the house and up to his room without being noticed by the Dursleys. If Vernon saw his blood soaked clothes he would throw another tantrum. He quietly opened the door, glad that the T. V was on full blast in the living room. He crept up the stairs silently, went to his room, locked the door and moved towards Hedwig. He quickly scrawled the same note on five separate pieces of parchment I've just been attacked but I'm ok. Thanks for the letters. He poked Hedwig awake; she hooted at him in protest and shuffled away. Harry tried again but with no result. "Hedwig! I've just been attacked!" She immediately opened her eyes, flew to his shoulders and stuck out her leg. He quickly tied the letters to her. "Take these to Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Lupin and Dumbledore, okay girl?" She hooted the affirmative "And hurry, please" Harry added. She hooted again and flew out the window. He wondered why the Order didn't already know that he was attacked they must still be following me. The only thing that Harry could do now was wait…

Hermione Jane Granger knocked on the door to Number 12 Grimmauld Place with her parents waiting quietly behind her. They had never been to a wizard's home before and were very nervous. Hermione had asked Mrs. Weasley in her letter if she could invite her parents to stay with them for a little while. She did not get to see an awful lot of them, a fact which she greatly regretted deeply, for she loved her parents very much. Over the course of the last few weeks she had detailed everything that had happened over the last two years to them. From the death of Cedric Diggory, the return of the infamous Lord Voldemort and the truth of her feelings towards her best friend Harry Potter. She had long resigned to the fact that she had deep feelings for Harry, ever since their third year. She had not been a happy person when Harry had fallen for the beauty of Cho Chang. She had been in Hermione's opinion an absolute tramp. Cho had gone through more boyfriends in the last two years than any girl went through in a lifetime. Added to this was the fact that she hurt Harry a lot last year, Hermione had come to loathe her. Her mother had smiled when she told them that she fancied Harry. Her father on the other hand had demanded to meet Harry immediately and she had had to explain to him that Harry didn't know how she felt.

The door swung open to reveal her other best friend. "Ron!"

"Hermione!" the red headed boy then proceeded to envelope her in a hug, "Good to see you" he said happily.

"You too" she smiled. Even though Ron was absolutely hopeless when it came to understanding people's feelings, he had a sort of stubborn loyalty which made him a brilliant person. "Ron, I'd like you to meet my parents" she gestured to the two people standing behind her. "Oh, right. Nice to meet you Mr and Mrs. Granger." He moved forward to shake their hands.

"Please, Ron, just Emma" Hermione's mother said as she shook his hand.

"And, Dan" added her father as he also shook Ron's hand.

"Oh, right. Well anyway come on in."

They walked through the corridor which was well lit a big change from last year. They passed the silent picture of Mrs. Black and Hermione asked "What happened to her? How come she's not screaming?"

"Oh, Professor Dumbledore just put a really strong silencing charm on her" he chuckled. Hermione laughed too, Mrs. Black had given them all a headache last year with her pure blood mania. Ron led them all to the kitchen where the rest of the occupants where staying. Sitting were Ginny, Remus Lupin, Fred, George, Mr. Weasley and to Hermione's surprise Professor Dumbledore. Mrs. Weasley was making dinner by the stove. Professor Dumbledore, Mr. Weasley and Remus were engaged in conversation whislt Ginny, Fred and George were playing exploding snap on the kitchen table. Professor Dumbledore was the first to see the new arrivals. "Ah, Miss Granger, good to see you again"

"Hello, Professor" Hermione greeted.

"Hermione!" squealed Ginny. She ran over and gave one of her best friends a squeeze. "Hey Ginny, how are you?"

"I'm good. Now that the house is fit to live in again we can just relax. What about you?"

"Yeah, I'm fine"

"Hey, Hermione" said two voices in unison.

"Hi Fred, George, how's the business going?"

"Booming, my dear Hermione, booming. We're thinking about opening a branch in Hogsmeade. We'll show you the shop tomorrow when we're at Diagon Alley."

"I look forward to it" she answered. Hermione knew that what ever those two had in there was bound to be dangerous. "Yeah it's so cool, Hermione! They've got everything in there. I need to stock up on dung bombs tomorrow" Ron added as an afterthought. Hermione sighed and looked over to her parents. Mr. Weasley had engaged them in conversation – about how aeroplanes stay in the air. Her parents were struggling to explain. Mrs. Weasley looked on in annoyance at her husband's love for the Muggle world, while Professor Dumbledore and Lupin struggled to contain laughs. Remus detached himself from the group and made his way over to Hermione. "Hello Hermione, good to see you again."

"You too, Professor Lupin" Remus sighed in exasperation.

"How many times Hermione? It's Remus now"

"Right, Remus…sorry"

"No problem"

"Have you heard from Harry yet?" She blurted out. They all sighed, bowed and shook their heads. Hermione's face fell. Harry was not taking the loss of his godfather well. And on top of that he blamed himself for nearly killing them all at the Department of Mysteries a month ago. They had all continuously written to him over the holidays telling him to move on and not blame himself, but Harry had ignored them all and had just written the same note again and again. "Hermione, dear, isn't that Harry's owl?" All their heads jerked up to look at her mother who was pointing at a closed window, Hermione turned and sure enough there was Hedwig, Harry's beautiful, snowy white owl. Mrs. Weasley quickly opened the window and Hedwig darted towards Hermione. She seemed breathless, as if she had rushed here as fast as she could. She landed on Hermione's shoulder and stuck out her leg. Hermione hurriedly untied them and handed them out to their respective addressees. She tore open her note and screamed as she read it. I've just been attacked but I'm ok. Thanks for the letters. Her scream was followed by Ginny's and Mrs. Weasley's as she read the note over Ron's shoulder.

Professor Dumbledore quickly moved towards the table and lifted a large casket with ease of the ground. It was beautifully decorated, with gold inlaid into the case as well as precious stones. He grabbed his cloak and moved to an open space. Hermione, who had worked out what Dumbledore was about to do stepped up to him "Professor! Please! Let me go with you! I need to see him!" she yelled.

"Miss Granger, please, I need to speak with Harry by my self and make sure he is ok."

"But-"

"Miss Granger, please, I must talk with him in private." And without another word he was gone.

Harry paced around his room, thoughts swirling through his head. He had run over the attack in his head at least a thousand times over the last half hour. The thing that had surprised him the most was the fact that he had survived three scythes through his chest. A loud crack filled the room and Harry turned abruptly to see the worried look of his Headmaster as he stood near the door. "Are you all right, Harry?" he asked anxiously. He surveyed Harry up and down and gasped when he saw his blood stained clothes. "Don't worry Professor, I'm fine"

"Harry is that your blood?"

"Yes, I had three fatal wounds, but they healed along with the ones in my arms and legs." The old wizard's eyes widened in shock then to understanding. He muttered a silencing charm at the closed door and turned back to the young man who he cared so much about.

"Tell me everything, Harry" He gestured to Harry's bed and took the chair from Harry's desk. Harry made himself comfortable on his bed as Dumbledore sat down. Harry sighed and plunged right into the story. He started from when he had received their letters and explained his feeling of happiness from his OWL results, becoming Head Boy, Hermione's gift and then finally going for a walk in the park. He explained how he felt his life ebbing away, his refusal to give in and then the fight. How he pulled the scythes from his body with hardly any pain, how he knew that the creatures were demons and how he knew their names. The ball of fire, how he felt no wounds in his body and then rushing back to the house.

He sighed again as he finished his tale. He looked up to see Dumbledore smiling at him with his famous twinkle in his eyes. "What is it Professor? How did I survive?" Harry asked after the old wizard had continued just to smile at him. Dumbledore snapped back to his senses "Forgive me Harry; I was lost in my happiness. Now, Harry, have you heard of the Legend of Sparda?"

"Sparda…Sparda…" He ran the name through his memories "Wasn't he supposed to be some sort of great warrior or something" Harry asked off-handily. Dumbledore chuckled "A great warrior he was. But he was no 'Legend' Harry. Sparda existed."

"He did?" Harry was surprised "But I always thought he was a fairy tale."

"Would you like to hear the full story?"

"I would Professor, but what has Sparda got to do with me?"

"All in good time Harry. Shall I continue?" Harry nodded and sat back to listen to the story. "Two thousand years ago the Demon King Mundus launched a huge campaign on our world. Millions of demons and devils came forth from hell to conquer and destroy the human race. However, the general of his armies, Sparda, saw 'the light' as it were, and rebelled."

"He rebelled!" Dumbledore nodded "Against his own race! But why?"

"He must have seen some great potential within our race, the power of good perhaps. So with the help of his most trusted devils, only a hundred or so he fought the armies that he once led and devil who he used to call king."

"Only a hundred!" This story was getting more and more amazing by the second "But…but they faced millions of demons"

Dumbledore chuckled "You underestimate Sparda's power, Harry, and that of his devils. They were more powerful than you can possibly imagine. If he had not rebelled, the human race would be extinct. Anyway, they fought. Millions against just a hundred. But Sparda triumphed against Mundus, with his sword he shattered the foundations of the demon world itself, and using two keys he sealed the demon world away from our one forever."

Then Harry saw it. The battle. In his mind's eye images flashed across. A huge army spreading as far as the eye could see made up of demons and devils of all shapes and sizes. They had encircled a much smaller force. This force was fighting bravely; a colossal three-headed dog was using its jaws and claws to massacre any that stood in its way. Leading this small but fierce force was a demon with horns that curved downwards; lightning blue flame erupted from his hands and his immense sword carved a bloody path through the oncoming demon horde. No devil in this force fell, as if they were invincible.

But the real battle was taking place high above the carnage. The monster that must have been Mundus was facing off against the Legendary Dark Knight. His power was something to behold as his sword moved so fast that all Harry could see were silver streaks slicing through the air and the beating of his wings made a dull thud through the howling wind. Sparda was a blurred image to Harry as was Mundus. He frantically tried to hold on to the image but gasped as the Dark Knight turned to face him, locking him in a gaze with his blood red eyes.

"Harry! Harry!" His bedroom came back into focus and Professor Dumbledore's worried face was only inches from his. His arms were grasped tightly around Harry's shoulders as he shook him. He stopped when he realised Harry had come back to 'earth'. "I saw it Professor!" Harry gasped.

"Saw what Harry?"

"The battle, the final one, between him and Mundus. There was a three headed dog, a winged demon and…him."

"Sparda?"

"Yes and Mundus. They were fighting through howling winds and pouring rain and then he turned to face me." He looked up at his Headmaster who was watching him in awe. He stood up and went back to his seat.

"This proves it Harry"

"Proves what?"

"That you are Dante, The Son of Sparda"

A/N – There it is another chapter! What do you think? Tell me in your REVIEWS. PLEASE REVIEW tell me how I can improve the story and my writing. The next chapter should be up tomorrow. Chapters 2 and 3 were originally just one but it was getting too long so I cut it in half. Remember REVIEW!

P.S – Your probably wondering what the 'fire-ball thingy' is right? As you can probably guess that isn't from Devil May Cry and is something of my own invention. It will be explained in the next chapter. There will not be any guns in this story, because of my belief that Harry Potter and guns don't mix, so this may become a mild substitute for Ebony and Ivory.

Next Chapter – Rebellion