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One Too Many

Irrevocably Changed

Kyrie shifted, the tension was thick and she was sure that she wasn't the reason behind it. The elderly man took another sip of the tea she has served earlier, if Kyrie wasn't so kindhearted and drilled with so many manners she would have called the elderly man senile. There was another man looking extremely impatient examining every single inch of her home, his scrutinizing gaze landing more than once on the picture of her and Nero. It was the year Nero had turned ten, his very first birthday living with his adoptive family. Credo stood behind the two of them looking like the imposing strict brother that he had always been, he was dressed in uniform his gloved hands on each of their shoulders. A fraction of a smile was barely visible on his visage, Nero was scowling and she was smiling stupidly.

"Would you like some more tea?" The golden eyed man smiled politely declining the offer; he too was examining her home but in a more subtle manner.

The devil hunter sitting near her was leaning on his chair looking dead asleep, but she knew better than that. Mr. Dante may seem laid back but she knew from experience that those that chose his profession were never off-guard. Nero slept with Blue Rose close at hand and used to be alert for slightest noise. She worked hard on getting him to loosen up when they were home but in the end her hard work was paid off. She doubted Mr. Dante had anyone to help him in that area, she could see all the tell-tale signs down to the way the muscles of his crossed arms were tensed. She would leave him alone for now.

"If you don't mind me asking, who are you exactly?"

"Oh, I'm very sorry. I must be getting in my years if I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Albus Percival Wulfric Brain Dumbledore, Headmaster of a prestigious school. These are my former students Sirius Black and Remus Lupin."

"It's nice to meet you Professor Dumbledore," she bowed her head politely to the other two. "I'm Kyrie and this is Mr. Dante…a friend of mine and Nero."

"Tell me Ms. Kyrie, do you know anyone by the name Harry Potter?" Dumbledore looked at her through his half-moon spectacles, his blue twinkling gaze locked with her own. Just as she shook her head in a negative she heard Dante scoff, his chair thudding on the ground.

"If I had dime for every time I heard that name…its obvious the brats' dead if he's been gone for that many years old man." Dante interrupted the attempted mind rape with callous snarky remark getting the attention of an already on edge Sirius Black.

"He's not dead you son…" Remus nipped the insult at the bud before it had a chance to fully bloom with a tightly gripped bruising hand on the shoulder.

"That was uncalled for, please have care on who you speak about," Remus stated in a near angry tone, Dante only shrugged in response.

The silence was thick for next following minutes something that Dante had no problem with; in fact he took that opportunity to poke the proverbial bear (Sirius).

Sirius looked about ready hex his face off to next week.

Kyrie smiled tensely, the hostile was becoming cumbersome.

Finally the front door opened, all eyes were on focused on the entrance of the living room, there was a thud followed be a curse.

The first time Dante had seen Nero, he was indifferent due to the fact that he was more focused on pushing every single button he had – oh and the fight at hand. Now that he wasn't focused on preventing the world ending, the first thing he thought was: he has his mother's freckles.

Sirius felt the spell they had cast buzz alerting him that his godson was near, he looked eagerly to see his godson. The white hair and blue eyes threw him off of course, that is if he ignored the large but not as large the other white-haired stranger sword (Mr. Dante is what Kyrie called him, right?).

Remus looked at Sirius warily, either he was in serious denial or Sirius was just that thick. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled mysteriously, it would seem two plus two did equal four not twenty-two like Sirius still thinks.

There was no spark of recognition in his blue hues only suspicion but when he saw Dante…

"What brings you here, Dante? Friends of yours?" The fifteen year old had yet to put away the sword on the stand nor had he yet to remove the gun hidden underneath his coat.

"Does it look like I would be friends with people dressed straight out of Oz, Kid?"

"Heh, whatever man, if Dante doesn't know you who the hell are you?"

It was one of those things, when it's been so long since…it when they see each other again do they realize how much time has passed. He looks nothing like how he imagined him to be. His wild messy dark hair was gone; his large doe green eyes are hard cold blue. He some things, like Lily's lips or her dust of freckles or her wavy hair or her intellectual stare that reveals nothing. And maybe if Sirius looked hard enough he could see a little of James in there, that defiance and bottled anger.

Or maybe Sirius was just fooling himself. There nothing in Harry that was James perhaps if James or Sirius had raised him, but there's nothing. All there is...is a stranger.

Review, please.

A/N: I'm in sort of rush, sooo I apologize before, I haven't had anytime to have a look-see if there are more errors then usual. Sorry for not ypdating when I said would but I was working on borrowed time, so yeah. I should be back in working order by tuesday...thurseday by the latest.