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One Too Many

Family Matters

For six years it bothered Dante, of course he hadn't showed that it had unnerved him. Those wizards had just barged into his shop demanding they wanted to see some kid called Harry but he hadn't known any child at the time. Then the werewolf that had been subdued only watching from a distanced (no doubt the man had felt his demonic aura) approached him with a picture that had him nearly snatching the photo right of the man's hand. If Dante hadn't been who he was he wouldn't have seen the carefully crafted illusion, he wouldn't have the white hair and blue eyes. He then looked up at the werewolf, his golden eyes narrowed at him – he knew, that he knew. Dante examined the mother trying to see if recognized the redhead, she was attractive but definitely not the type of woman he goes after let alone sleep with.

"How old is he?" He asked the werewolf choosing to ignore angry wizard, and the many others that thought he wouldn't have been able to sense them.

"One," the werewolf answered.

Dante hummed, "Sorry, I haven't seen any brats lately."

"My –!"

The werewolf placed a placating hand on the angry wizard's shoulder, Dante arched a brow. Did that man even know that wasn't his son, it was pretty obvious even with the illusion. Illusion or whatever-the-crap wizard call them don't really last long with those with demonic blood. "Sirius! We're sorry to have bothered you."

The werewolf walked away with the wizard but turned looking him in the eye, a promise to return later alone.

It was three days later that the werewolf returned, "Are you the father?"

"No," Dante casually crossed his arms; his feet were resting on old desk and crossed at the ankle. "I've never seen that woman before in my life either."

"You know something though."

"No."

The werewolf looked at him not really believing him – not that Dante cared – then turned to leave but turned giving him back the picture, "Keep it, I have another."

Through the years that picture has remained in his drawer becoming wrinkled and faded through time. There were days where Dante would examine the picture, who knew that Vergil actually had a sex drive. Dante had already come to the conclusion that the child was killed by demons, it was shame. As weird as it sounded would have enjoyed being an uncle, the mother loved the brat he see it in her eyes. The way she held him, she had the same look his mother had given him and Vergil.

But it's been years, and here Dante was feeling a little out of it and here was that supposedly dead brat repeatedly decking him the face. So maybe he might have lost his cool for just a second there.

Nero examined his face; a light dust of freckles spread across his nose but it wasn't very noticeable until someone gets close to his face. Kyrie found it endearing but he hated them due to those freaking assholes in the orphanage making fun of him when he was younger. He strained his eyes trying to find that trace of green but it was gone. Ever since he met Dante, he wondered who his parents were. Although Dante had partly was the reason behind it but because of something that Sanctus has said. So here was examining his face, and seeing so many similarities besides the obvious ones.

"What are you doing, Nero?" Kyrie poked her head in the partially opened bathroom door.

Nero jumped completely flustered at Kyrie's sudden appearance, "Jeez, don't do that! What if I was using the bathroom or something?" His face burning at being caught examining himself or what could be perceived by Kyrie as checking himself out.

"I knocked before I entered, you didn't answer," she laughed at his predicament. "So what are you doing?"

"Nothing."

"If you say so," she said in a sing-song tone. "But you're wondering about you parents. You should just go the orphanage; they have some record about your parent you know."

"How did you…" The redness his face faded out as saw Kyrie walking out of the bathroom.

"I didn't," she turned giving million watt smile, Nero looked at confusingly.

Ten minutes later Nero is walking down the cobblestone path lead to that damnable orphanage with Red Queen and Blue Rose. His hand are shoved in his pocket while the other was put in a sling with a scowl marring his face, Dante and the Order missing him by ten minutes unfortunately for Dante and Kyrie they decide to stay and wait for his return. Nero looked up at the imposing dreary orphanage. It was still the same, same wrought iron gates and the brick walls were still covered with those dark green leaves and the dead tree that made those creepy shadows in the boy's room was still there. It looked less scary now that he was older.

The gates creaked as he pushed it open making involuntarily shudder.

"Nero, is that you?" Nero spun around to see an elderly woman standing from tending the rose bushes. At first he didn't recognize her but as she approached he took note of her brown eyes and peppered black hair, she sent an eye crinkling smile.

"Ms. Terrance?"

She chuckled, "Oh Nero, you still the polite one. I don't know how the others got the idea that you a rude crass boy."

"Yeah," he said scratching his head nervously. Yeah, he had no idea where that came from.

"Oh don't pretend that you don't know. I know you; you wouldn't be rude unless provoked, right?" Her eyes narrowed that had him sweating bullets.

"Yeah – I mean, yes ma'am."

"So what brings you here, Nero?" She gestured him to follow her inside.

"I was wondering if you knew something about my parents." Nero said getting straight to the point.

Ms. Terrance stopped walking; she remained silent in a rigid stance. Nero frowned. She turned around with a guilt ridden expression, "Nero I should have…there's something I need to give you." She led him to her office, "When we found you – "

"Found me?" Nero echoed. "I thought I was given to you after my parent died?"

"Don't interrupt Nero, it's very rude. Yes, we found you. You were left on our front door step with two letters. One explaining what happened to you parents and another letter for your eyes only from your mother." She opened a drawer and handed him a crinkled letter. The paper was made of parchment and the back was wax seal in the style of a 'P'.

"How did they die?"

"I don't know it was a very vague letter. It said you had a godfather but he was unable to care for you, we waited for a while wondering if he would return. He never did," she clasped her hands together behind her back.

"Thanks, Ms. Terrance." He muttered walking away his eyes glued on the neat stylized script his name was written in. He slowed down his pace tearing the seal and began to read.

To My Dearest Nero,

Nero blinked feeling strange at being addressed that way, why did his heart hurt?

If you're reading this, I am sorry to say that I am dead. I anticipated this though; your father did as well. You don't how I scared I am every night thinking that one day that monster will come and take us away from you. Or that maybe he will succeed and take you away from us, I guess you know who taken away now, don't you? I wonder how old you are right now, are you in Hogwarts studying right now?

What the hell was Hogwarts?

Or maybe you're studying in Beauxtons? Durmstrang? I hope you're studying hard.

Have you graduated already? I want you to know, you father and I love you very much. Already James is bragging about how you're going to be. I love you so much, you were such a happy baby, and you were so mischievous, always curious and looking for next adventure. I swear, you gave such scare when I found you downstairs when you were suppose to be upstairs taking a nap. I'm going to miss holding you.

I have something to tell you though. Right now, you're about nine months old and sleeping your cot. I'm sure by now you have noticed that you are different. Don't you dare think that you are any different from anyone else! It's just…I'm so sorry I had you thinking that James is your biological father.

Nero stopped walking looking at the letter like it was something otherworldly as he read the next following lines. His stomach felt like it was made of lead.

It was unexpected, when I found I was pregnant. I was depressed for a long while, I wasn't thinking and then I was pregnant again. I didn't think much of it because I thought I was getting a second chance. And when you were born with your white hair and large blue eyes, I felt so ashamed! Then I remembered your birth father. He and I never met again, and I didn't bother looking for him so I chose to hide this mistake of mine. I made you look like James, I felt so guilt lying to him like this, and I was going to tell him. I don't I got the chance to tell him. Hopefully he will have known before we died.

Nero, don't think just because you were born in different circumstances that I love you any less then I do now. You're my heart, my baby and won't ever stop loving you even in death. I know there is a mystery behind your birth father and I can't help in that because I don't him at all other than he was a very smart man who knew how to properly swoon a lady.

Nero blushed, his freckles becoming more pronounced.

Nero, remember this. James and I love you. And you're never alone because we always are there for you even if you can't see us.

With love, Lily Potter

Review, please. ^.^

A/N: Funny thing, really. When I saw a close up on Nero for the first time I swear I saw freckles. I was like omg he had freckles, of course it turned out my eye were playing tricks with me. So that's why I gave him freckles if you wondering, that and I always imagined Lily Potter having freckles.

Anyways, see you later on Thursday.