One thing before you read this chapter!

I am absolutely shocked and grateful for the reception of this. I never thought I'd receive such a wonderful reaction from everyone. So, thank you very much. I hope you all love this chapter as well.

I started playing DMC3 for this "arc" (just when I was about to finish this chapter) and I realized I mess up badly. For example, Dante says in the Intro how he's just starting, or how long has been since he has seen Vergil and this chapter throws everything down the window. I want to apologize deeply if you find this inconsistencies bothersome, but I find myself in the need of taking artistic liberties in this regard.

"Why is your hair white?" Dante sighed at hearing another of the endless incessant questions from the girl. It had been almost two week since they arrived at his place. He got the girl some clothes at a local charity and prepared one of the few rooms of the building for her to sleep in. As of now, Dante was having an epiphany since day three, was it healthy to feed a child only pizza? It had worked so far, but thinking of his mother, she ate all kinds of stuff. Dante remembered the veggies and shuddered involuntarily.

"It's natural." He said offhandedly barely paying her any attention. He was busy thinking what to buy. That drum set from a few streets from their place looked sweet, but he had been wanting that damn jukebox for a while now. He also had a job to take care of.

"Woah. You look fine for an old man." She said with genuine surprise in her voice, Dante knew that with every single question, this girl was becoming the bane of his existence. 'Why do you have a sword?' 'Are those guns?' 'Why do you wear that red coat?' If he wasn't so hard to kill, he might off himself.

"Don't be like that, little miss. You're ruining my vibe." He replied, because it was true. If some weird rumour reach the streets that he's old, the ladies would be weirded out no matter what he said…

Now that he thinks about it; the girl could get him some points with the ladies. A young sole parent of an innocent cute girl would definitely work, not much as a dog, but as long as there's results, he won't mind.

"Hey, tell me about mum."

"I believe I am occupied as of now, girlie. How about later?" And it was also true. He was finally being hired for something. Some alleged archaeologist asked him to compile all the information documented on Avalon. Dante had a sizeable library about ancient stuff. It's an easy job but boring as all hell.

So far, he had found that Avalon was some sort of mythological island close to Britain, dating back to the times of King Arthur and Merlin. It was the island were the witch Morgana resided. And in short, a place that should be kept closed, away from the reach of humans.

"You promised." Her quivering voice made him pause his reading. 'Damn, she's good.'

"Fine," he sighed. Let it never be said that he wasn't a man of his word. "I met your mother, Lily, 13 years or so ago, maybe a little more. We were staying on England for a while when she quite literally stumble upon my mother. After apologizing my mother noted her magic abilities and kinda took her under her wing." He finished with a shrug, "My mother allowed her to visit us at any time and, as they say, the rest is history."

"Magic?" Out of all the things I said… Dante wasn't sure why, but he could feel the fun of the day being snuggled away by the second.

"Yes, magic. Wizardry and all that wand waving mumbo jumbo."

"Like… witches?" She was almost throwing herself on him. This kid was beyond any understanding. Her clinginess was getting old really fast.

"Yes. Cauldrons, brooms. All that stuff."

"Was… my mum a witch?" What the hell? Why is she getting sadder and sadder?

"Err… yes?"

Trembling lower lip, hunched shoulders, watery eyes. Why was she going to cry?

"I… I don't want to be a… a witch. They're bad and… ugly!" And then she hugged him, again. Staining his black tank top, again. This girl was worse than the most demonic beings he knew. And it made sense, a demon disguised as a girl was the perfect ploy.

He sighed, pretty sure he had broken some record in that department. He shouldn't had left her watch TV. She was glued the moment she saw one of the movie channels. The quality was horrible but she didn't mind; actually it seemed like she never saw any TV. Maybe she saw a bad movie and got those weird ideas.

Dante patted the girl's head like she was a puppy. 'Preparing myself for the moment when I get an actual puppy for the ladies,' he nodded in victory as the girl calmed down slightly. "Witches aren't ugly. At least not the ones I've met. If you let me go I'll show you a photo of your mother."

That did the trick, the girl let go of him instantly and threw him an innocent look. 'Yes, definitely a demon in disguise'. He remembered her forehead, but all in its due time. For now, he stood and looked in one of the drawers. It took him longer than it should because of the mess that was his office – and the entire place for that matter.

He handed her the first photo he found of Lily. It bothered him there weren't many. "The redhead is your mother. The blonde is mine. It was taken in your mother's first day on Hogwarts." And just before mother was killed. "I believe she was 11."

"She was pretty." The girl said while holding the photo like an ancient relic.

"Yeah, I guess she was. If I find another photo of her, I'll give it to you."

"When."

"Excuse me?"

"When you find another photo of my mum. Not if; when."

Damn this child! She's too sassy to only be a three year old. "As you say little miss, shall I prepare tea? It is after all time for tea." He said mockingly. She only stuck out her tongue and went to leave the room, she stopped at the door.

"Do you know anything about my dad?"

"No. Potter doesn't ring any bells."

"Oh, ok." She left in a more sedated pace.

'Finally! Now… to read this boring tome. Worst day of the month so far'. Dante looked at the calendar, 'And it's the second. This is going to be a looong month'. He sighed, again.

To Dante's surprise, the month flew by, as he was stuck in a conundrum. He had to leave town for at least two weeks to investigate disappearings near a town in the mountains. His employer mentioned a group ofpractitioners of the occult. Dante would've scoff and ignore the request, but he wasn't taking any chances for now. Besides, he had no idea whatsoever of what was happening, but it was a promising pay if it worked out.

He was wondering how to name his shop, he was getting some traction and he couldn't get away with not having a name. But especially he was preoccupied on what to do with a certain 3 year old girl. As easy as it sounded, she couldn't be left alone; what if she burn the building, or worse if she damage that delightful jukebox he had just bought. For some reason she wasn't happy about it, but who was she to question his musical taste, she had none.

He didn't even knew the neighbours to ask them about taking care of her for the time being.

Dante's musings were stop when he saw her coming out of her room with a backpack on her, filled to the brim with stuff. "What?"

"Oh!" She turned, surprised. "I'm done packing, Dante." She said with that dumb smile of hers.

If she thinks I'll take her with me… "And where do you think you're going?"

"To stay with Ms Angelica. I told her you had to go and she accepted watching over me."

Dante held the sigh that was about to leave his mouth. Somehow this girl was in cahoots with the neighbours to bring him more headaches. And who in the seven hells was Ms Angelica?

Dante noted the Ms instead of Mrs.

As it turns out, the lady in question lived in the apartment complex across the street. Somehow the girl knew some of the kids there, three in total. Also older than her. And Ms Angelica was an angel that slip off of some cloud in the sky and fell on earth because she was a bombshell. Her name fitted her like a fine silky glove; as soon as Dante saw her, he prepared his disarming smirk.

"Oh, Mr Potter, Eva here told me all about it. It's a pleasure to meet you. Don't worry, she told me how shy you can get, and besides, your daughter is such a lovely little thing. It must be so hard being a single parent and so young," her voice was getting sultry, Dante wasn't even complaining about the well elaborated lie that little vixen concocted. "Don't worry, she'll be fine. We'll talk about my reward once you're back." Score! That girl's the best wingman a man could ever have.

It dawned on him when he left the city just how dangerous a 3 year old could become.

Dante arrived earlier than expected so when he entered their place, seeing The Girl, her minions and Ms Angelica all cleaning and arranging the place, it gave him, and everyone else a pause.

"What?" He so brilliantly said. This kid was killing his vibes. Either he was sighing all day long, or his elocution was leaving him. And she seemed nervous. And shaking. What the hell?

"I-I-I… I didn't know you were coming so soon." The she-devil said. Somehow she acquired a lisp while he was out? 'She's fooling you! Treat with caution!'

"Why are you 'cleaning' the place?"

She looked at the others before gesturing to the exit. Both left the unrecognizable – in shape or form a better looking place – and sat on the stairs in the entrance.

"I wanted to… give you something nice." She was holding her legs while resting her chin on her knees. "It's been a month and… and it's my birthday so I thought… to give you a Thank You for… everything."

The damn sigh escaped before he could stop it. He didn't even knew it was her birthday, dammit. He went for the all-time classic pat on the head, which seemed to calm her down. "You didn't have to." Dante said, "And besides, if something needs cleaning is that bird nest on your head."

The girl growled, leaving whatever shyness or hesitation she was holding. "Your head looks like a mop!"

'Ah, the demon is showing its true form.'

"At least it's a well-kept mop, not whatever mess is on your head."

"Sh-shut up!"

"Ah, such a harsh language. You're so mean for a little girl. And here I thought to take you somewhere nice." He said in false defeat.

"Re-really?"

"Maybe, maybe."

So she was now 4 years old, and as a birthday gift she ask to go to a stylist to have her hair combed and add some chemicals, all of which he was clueless on what it was about. Dante didn't even felt guilty, clearly knowing that it was their chat that made her decide. And he got her some actual brand new clothes.

She kept bobbing her head all day, checking her smooth locks with clear wonderment. And her clothes as well. Although Dante could do without the hugs and endless 'thank you' she threw at him.

"Have you use your magic?" He asked her once the day was over.

"Um, no? I don't know how."

Dante placed a hand on her belly, she tried to cringe away from the heat that was forming where Dante had his hand. After a while he pushed her and she stumble.

"What happened?" She asked, rubbing her belly.

"Can you feel it?"

"Ye-yeah. It feels funny."

"Good. You have to practice. Take some time and concentrate on it. You'll get a better control."

And that was another of Dante's birthday gifts to her.

Days blend together as Dante waited boringly for a new job, while The Girl started reading all kinds of books. He didn't even prohibited some of the more gruesome tomes about the nastier demons and devils; there also some about magic or regular books. Honestly he didn't knew why he kept that junk around.

It was a slow day as he was deciding what to play on the jukebox.

Song chosen and blaring, he sat on his desk ready to dig on a pizza all for himself, when suddenly the box levitated and moved towards the small frame lazing on the couch watching some B movie in black and white.

"Do you mind? I was going to eat that?" And besides, since when did she obtained voluntary use of her magic?

"You always eat the same!" She nagged at him.

"Why are you complaining? You're literally eating my pizza right now."

"Yes, but I eat other things. The veggies are good for you, Dante."

Dante shuddered. Oh, hell no. She did not… "Really? And who said that? The TV?"

"Uh-huh." She bobbed her head in affirmation, her hair following her movements. Somehow after their outing her hair kept that same look, never returning to the nest look it had, which was fine with him. "You have to eat good and you'll grow big!" She waved her arms trying to emphasize the 'big'.

"You don't have to worry about that, you'll stay being a runt no matter what. Now hand me my pizza!" She took a bite of his pizza, he could see the cheese dripping from the slice. Dante was getting grumpy. "How did you do that, anyway? Levitating the box without being an accident?"

She grinned, "I tried and tried until I got it. I saw it in a movie. Magic's fun."

"Can you do something else?"

"I once turned your coat pink."

"What?!"

Dante had postponed this for far too long. Almost six months since he had unknowingly signed the end of his days, the death of his joy, the fall of his mojo, the beautiful destruction of his life without worries and taking that girl under his wing; pretty much all the same thing for him.

Now, he had finally made some sort of vague idea on how to approach the subject and capitalize in the frightening risk that it could prove to her if he wasn't careful. But let it never be said that Dante was a coward, because he isn't and he'll never be one; He opened the door of her room.

Her room was rather simple. A bed that was still big for her, a desk with two photos of Lily; the one that Dante showed her months ago, and another one they found weeks later. In the photo Lily was sitting in one of the stairs of Dante's old family home, she was smiling at the camera while wearing her school robes. Both photos were frame and side by side. Some books were on the desk and the bed… and on the floor as well.

The girl was sitting in her desk, with pen and paper in hand "Wha-!?" She was surprised by the sudden entrance, and she wasn't happy about it, "You have to knock, Dante! You're being rude!"

Dante looked at her amused, raising an eyebrow, she was waving her arms outraged, only making her look like a pouty puppy. So Dante did his part as well. Pat her head.

"What do you want?" she resigned herself to be the victim of pats.

"We need to talk about your forehead. It's hideous."

"Wha-what?" She actually seemed slightly hurt.

"Not that." Dante sat on the girl's bed getting himself comfortable, "The scar in your forehead. It's cursed." He raised his hand to stop her incoming interruption, "I don't really know how it happened, but there's a dark energy oozing out of it. I can only think that it had to do with the day your mother die."

"Bu-but! Am I going to die?!" she cried out.

"What? No! I came to tell you that maybe you can control it." It was simple in theory, the girl was a witch and she was still growing. If done correctly, she could draw power from it and eventually absorb the power and become more powerful. As long as the anchor was destroyed, the magic within it will linger on her, and meld with her. Dante was worried that the dark energy could seriously harm her but, her amulet could be used as a defence mechanism. His wasn't that impressive, more of a memento given by his mother. Meanwhile Lily's amulet was coated with all sorts of magic and holy energy, truly a masterpiece. "I'll need you to trust me."

"How can I do that? Absorb the magic, I mean." she added not trying to sound rude.

"Can you feel your magic?" He replied with a question.

"Well, yeah. I've always been practising like you told me."

Dante nodded, pleased. "Brace yourself. I'll use my blood to burn out the curse, you'll have to pull and push your magic there. Also, hold your amulet and pour some magic in it. Can you do it?"

She nodded, giving him her full consent. Dante jabbed his thumb and blood started spilling out. He put his thumb on the scar and a sizzling noise filled the room, followed by the girl's moans and squirms. "Stay still," He told her. She did the best to obey him, but the burning only intensified. A black fog came out of her forehead accompanied by a guttural scream of agony.

The little miss was trembling with pain. She covered her mouth to avoid letting out a cry while with her other hand she was holding the amulet like a lifeline, it was glowing, indicating that the protective magic was doing its job. She closed her eyes to stop the tears. Dante held her with his free arm in place. Soon enough a dark blood-like substance dripped from the swollen scar and both sighed in relief. The glow of the amulet faded out.

"How do you feel?"

"My head hurts." She said meekly. Dante patted her head gently. "But the magic feels all funny, it moves all over. It's kinda ticklish."

"That's good. You manage to overcome it. Soon you'll start adapting and absorbing the power." He cleaned some of the stray lines of blood falling out her face, "I'm not a wizard, but I have some knowledge on magic, I'll help you channel your power. Now, you got to clean yourself, I don't want a mess."

"Will the scar go?"

"Maybe. Give it time."

She frowned for a moment, before asking, "Why would that man go after me? What did I do?"

"I don't know, kid. That's a mystery I can't solve." Like Angelica not accepting my advances. Some things will never be solved. So far he believed the woman was a succubus and was scared of him. He had to do something about that later.

Dante stood up and strapped Rebellion on his back, he was about to leave when the girl called to him. "Hm? What is it?"

"Why do you never say my name?"

ENGLAND,

THE MORNING DANTE TOOK EVA

Albus Dumbledore was a reasonable man, he was understanding and patient. Those were traits that helped him in his line of business. Whether being the Headmaster of Hogwarts and dealing with some of the most problematic of students, or dealing with fools in the Ministry while being the Chief Warlock; his patience always helped him assess the situation and find the most diplomatic of solutions.

But when shit hits the fan so bad, so disastrous and the situation seemed like it went completely FUBAR, Albus Dumbledore tended to lose his calm demeanour; usually when he dealt with Dark Lords, like Grindelwald and Voldemort. But this, somehow, was much worse than just dealing with overconfident, arrogant and psychopathic maniacs. This was much worse because he knew for a fact that he couldn't stop Voldemort, not truly, and according to some prophecy, a girl was meant to do what he couldn't. So of course Dumbledore wanted the child to be safe.

And he placed the girl in a safe environment. Or so he thought. He casted spells that protected her as long as she stayed close to blood relatives. Such magic were only capable of casting if the selfless sacrifice of a loved one was still fresh, and Lily had provided the chance to create the defence magic. While her peculiar amulet acted as a second layer of defence for the infant. He never truly learn how the amulet was made, and now it had backfired on them, acting as an anti-tracker; but he couldn't care less about it right now.

Because everything was absolutely fucked beyond belief. Those two had one simple job. Take care of the girl. Nothing more. And yet they had screwed up so bad. Locking her in a cupboard, allowing her to get taken by what it seemed to be a demon, if the magical essence remaining was anything to go by.

Albus was pacing around the living room. Some of his most trusted members of the Order of the Phoenix were checking the place. He ignored the furious glare that Minerva McGonagall kept throwing at him.

"You absolute imbeciles" The Dursleys meanwhile, were being chewed on, by yours truly. "Are you so incapable of understanding how bad this means. You not only locked a little girl in a cupboard, but you couldn't even give her some clothes of her own? Hands down? Is it really that hard to show compasion, care, empathy for a child? I told you Petunia, didn't I? In the letter that I left with her, in the letters I sent you later. Did I not?"

"Y-y-yes…"

"So?! Was it so hard to provide for the child of your sister?! Are you so blind that some childish grudge stopped you from showing the most simple of human decency?" Dumbledore continued, the two muggles flinching in their sofa.

"Now, look you bearded freak. You'll show some respect to my wife and myself!" Vernon stood up pointing a finger at him. Minerva wasted no moment and waved her wand, binding the man in ropes and making his tongue grow in sizes, stopping him from talking. Petunia screech, which earned her another wand wave and her voice was gone.

"I told you Albus. The worst kind of muggles." McGonagall was seething, looking like she wanted to do something she might regret to the couple. Or maybe she wouldn't regret it. Dumbledore wasn't taking any chances. "Do you have another brilliant plan in your sleeves?"

He sighed, "No, Minerva. I don't know what to do. For now, I'll do my best to find the girl."

"Eva was taken by a demon! Do you understand what it means? Demons, Albus! Never in my life had I seen a demon, much less on England. They're supposed to be trapped in their world!" And that was another trouble of its own. If Eva Potter had been taken by a Death Eater, there was at least the solace of her death. But what could a demon want with her specifically? Dumbledore's conclusion led to the amulet. But that only rose questions about Lily Potter. Questions he didn't want to know the answer to.

"I'll do my best, Minerva." He repeated. "Now, it's best if we return to the castle. The less people find about this, the best."

"And the muggles?" The Transfiguration teacher asked, with spite in her words.

Dumbledore glanced at the two, both were shaking in fear and anger. "Frankly, I don't care. Let Alastor deal with them."

And the two members of Hogwarts staff left Number four Privet Drive. Unwilling to know what kind of horror would Alastor Moody place the two muggles. They needed to find the girl as soon as possible.

And that's it for now.

The chapter was written in Dante's POV somewhat. Sometimes we saw his thoughts other times it was just third person with him at the centre. I hope it didn't came as jarring the fact that Eva was always mentioned as 'She', 'The Girl' etc. It was to show the issue between Eva Potter and Dante's mother, as was hinted at the end of their segment. Next chapter will be in her POV and real plot stuff happening.

In the matter of Eva. Yes, her hair will be permanent (just like the image for this fic). I believe that if a wizard can regrow hair during their magical development, maybe their hair can take a look that they find acceptable. On the matter of the Horcrux; yes, it's gone. But through the process she undergo, Eva's magical potential grew by absorbing Riddle's raw talent, magical essence and the whole shebang.

As to why I did that is because the universe of DMC and HP is ridiculously different. The biggest physical exertion wizards have are both playing Quidditch and Dueling. And while Quidditch require some muscle, dueling is more of reflex and stamina (almost like a dance by the way the books describes it.) Even so, those are nothing compared to what the DMC characters do. Not a single character is fully human, making Eva very disadvantageous, so I'm giving her a push. And she'll do some magic soon even when it wouldn't be right in HP standards, but DMC is rather cartoony, so why not allow her to be part of all that madness? I also hope that you find the exorcism process believable enough. I just went with Dante's demonic blood acting as opposing force to the Horcrux.

About Dante not doing anything to the Dursleys; I read about Dante not hurting humans, no matter what. Which I found really interesting because he's rather ambivalent with human beings, he's even quoted saying that sometimes humans are the real demons. It's intriguing that Dante deep down doesn't care about them. I hope you all like the kind of punishment the Dursleys got here.

And finally, next time I'll start leaving the seeds for Eva's storyline. It's just a build-up for now. Also, what do you think of the wizarding segment at the end? I don't want to abandon what happens to HP world. Do you like it or is it best if used less?

EDIT POST-PUBLISHING: I want to apologize profusely to every single person that has read this two chapters. I use a text to speech app to see if the stories sound cohesive enough. My mistake was not doing it when chapter 1 was published, and now that I 'read' them, I realize the sheer amount of mistakes and missed words. I work out most of it. Not sure if something is still missing. Nonetheless, I'm sorry for the lack of grammar.