"First Day of Torture"

Dante propped his feet on the table an waited silently for the next class to come in. He hummed, "Wings of a Butterfly" by HIM. Students started swarming in the classroom, eyeing the Devil Hunter suspiciously. Some of the young girls beamed at him and practically drooled (who wouldn't?) over him. He took his feet down and got up. "Take a book from the shelf and turn to the first chapter." He said, cracking his neck. The students stared at the books on the shelf. "`Demons of the Old and New Era`?" a young girl's voice asked curiously.

Dante nodded and sighed. "Yep. You need to know what's out there." He replied simply, bored of the questions already.

"Demons don't exist." Said a cocky blond haired boy. "They're a fairytale made up to scare little children. Not even that crock of a story about that 'Dark Knigh-"

A shoe flew across the room and smacked the boy in the face. 'Don't talk shit about my old man.' He thought.

"Anything else you want to say, Mr. I-know-everything-about-demons?" Dante mocked. The blond haired boy shook his head, indicating he wasn't going to say anything else.

"Quick off topic story about the thing blondy here brought up. The Dark Knight Sparda, was a hero, even if he was a demon. He practically turned against his own kind to seal off the demon world, trapping some major baddies behind the seal, along with a part of his power. But to do that, he had to sacrifice the life of a pure woman, and that he did. The moral of it all is 'Life is not without sacrifice'." Dante explained.

Just then, a plump, toad looking woman slammed open the door. "Class, I have come to relieve Mr. Dante from being your teacher for today." she said. The class groaned, and Dante turned his head toward the lady. "Toad face, get the hell out of here before you end up hung upside down by your foot on the highest tower with loose ropes. I'M teaching today. NOT you. You get tomorrow and the next day. Now buzz off before I get reeeaaall angry." he threatened.

The woman squeaked, but did not move from her spot. Dante shot her a glare, then made his electric blue eyes flash red then back to blue. She stumbled out the door and landed on her ass, shakily pointing a finger at him. "Y-you a-are a-a-a-a-a d-d-d-d-d-d-de-"

"Ah, good riddance." He said, slamming the door in her face. He brushed his hands together like he had dirt on them. "Now, the pest is exterminated, let's get this lesson on with already." He said.

The students nodded in agreement. "First off, I want to know your names. Just for future reference."

A girl raised her hand quickly. Dante pointed at her. "My name is Hermione Granger." She said formally. Dante nodded and jotted down her name. He did this with all the others who raised their hands.

He stood up and motioned for them to open their textbooks. "A demon's origins are unknown, other than the fact that they're generally made from the seven deadly sins. Meaning, if a human commits one of these sins, they're most likely going to turn into a demon within that sin category. First off, can anyone name the seven deadly sins?"

Hermione Granger's hand shot up. Dante nodded at her. She cleared her throat and began reading, "The seven deadly sins committed by humankind will most likely result in the human transforming into a demon of which ever sin listed below. They are,

Lust

Envy

Sloth

Greed

Gluttony

Wrath

And pride.

"These sins are the most unforgivable against Heaven…"

Dante stopped her. "Not all demons are categorized as one of these. Some, like Sparda, were created for domination over humankind. Kinda sickening I know. I deal with them everyday of my life."

The students looked at each other in amazement and surprise. The blond haired boy named Draco Malfoy raised his hand next. Dante pointed at him for him to share his answer.

"Did you just say you dealt with these things everyday? I find that hard to believe." he chuckled mockingly. Dante rolled his eyes and muttered something about hating cocky children. He sat down and propped his feet on the desk. "No one cares about your opinion then, blondy. I know I sure as hell don't." He sighed. "If you think I'm lying then its best I start bringing stuff to help you out with believing in these things. You'll be tested on the sins so read up. Now go catch the next class before you're late."

He dismissed the class. Draco walked passed a black haired boy and knocked down his books. Dante whistled at him and motioned for him to come to him.

"Malfoy, you do that again and I swear you'll be in the infirmary for a week. Got it?"

Malfoy yelped and hurried out the door. Dante got up to go help the black haired boy gather his things. Yet, he stopped once he saw a strange looking wound on his hand. "What the hell happened to your hand?" he asked.

The boy looked up from what he was doing but didn't answer. "Tell me what's up. Don't try to lie neither."

Dante soon realized who he was talking to. "Hm. So you're Harry Potter. I've heard rumors about you. And some of them are not that great."

He stepped on a piece of paper that Harry was about to grab. "I'll let it go once you tell me what happened to you're hand." he said.

Harry sighed and stood up. "I got detention with Umbridge, that fat toad woman you scared the ever living crap out of, and she made me write lines. But it was with one of her quills, and it was…cursed. It carved these letters into my hand."

"Why didn't you stop?" he asked, anger suddenly striking his consciousness. Dante was a lot of things but when it comes to child abuse, he gets angry.

Harry shrugged. "She was towering over me-"

"So in other words, you were afraid of what she would do." Dante muttered. Harry hesitated, finally nodding slightly.

"Here's a little advise for you when it comes to situations like this. Don't let someone push you around like you're their toy. If you let them push you around, then you are their toy and they'll continue to nag on you until you submit to their evil intentions. I've had to use this tactic quite a few times." Dante said.

Harry nodded slightly once more. "Yes sir." he said, walking passed Dante and out the door. 'It pays to be tough in life, kid.' he thought. 'That toad bitch is gonna pay.'

XXX

Dante didn't feel like eating at all when lunch time came around. He figured he'd use this time to wander the castle some. So, he parted from the DADA classroom and down a dim hallway. Despite the warm autumn air, it was eerily chilly down the corridor. He then realized it got darker as he walked further. The windows disappeared and it got colder. Dante's senses were on full alert.

"DAAANNTTTEEE!" screamed the familiar shrill voice of a demon.

A smirk formed on the Devil Hunter's face. "So, the old man wasn't bluffing." he muttered, whipping out his guns. He spun around to face his enemy, but was surprised to see that it was a First Year girl with ebony black hair. Her childish features were pale, her eyes bright red. She had a black shadow demon behind her, using her like a puppet. The little girl also wielded a scythe.

"Son of Sparda, it is unfortunate for you to be caught in my trap, I was hoping for a mage…" the demon spoke through the girl. "But, devouring your soul will make me immortal."

Dante put his guns away, not wanting to harm the girl. 'Can I use an exorcism?' he thought. 'No, this demon hasn't fully possessed her, meaning she's trying to fight it. Maybe if I Devil Trigger, run toward her, and football tackle her…'

Dante scowled, then let a burst of energy out; Devil Triggering. He then readied himself into a running stance. 'Keep fighting kid. It'll all end soon.' he thought.

Within a flash, he ran and tackled the girl out of the air and out of the black mass. Dante reverted back to normal and looked down at the girl in his arms. "Damn kid. You're lucky." He muttered.