Disclaimer: First chapter. Maybe another one.

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was not an idiot.

He presented himself as good natured and a man who was more suited to be a grandfather than many other things but he should never be called an idiot no matter one's thoughts towards him. He was a man who did not look for conflict but it did not change the facts of his long life. The man had emerged from both two major conflicts of the Magical World that had leaked into the Muggle and had been a major player in each with no argument to the opposite opinion. He defeated Gellert Grindelwald and the self proclaimed Lord Voldermort in spectacular duels that had become legend almost instantly. He had dueled Voldermort even fiercer with meager support in the Wizengamot against the bastion that was the Pureblood block. Every bill and decree passed to try and limit the rights of Half-Blood and Muggle-Born had been forced to, borrow a Muggle expression, go twelve rounds with the aged Warlock. He butchered Voldermort's plans to change the government as much as he unleashed his fury on the Death Eaters that tried to kill him on a regular basis.

Later in life, once he had defeated the first and, once again, after he had defeated the second Dark Lord of his time, he had launched a number or programs to combat the source of each conflict in the prevailing idea of blood purity among the populace of the Magical Britain. Not only had he developed numerous programs to protect both Muggles and Wizard and Witches born from Muggles but he also fought to keep them going for a very long time thanks to his position as Chief Warlock of the Winzengamot.

He remained Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry through trial after trial and offered the school as a safe haven for the children of warring parents no matter the side. He prevented Death Eaters and Aurors alike from attacking children of Witches and Wizards who had slighted them and caused them grief. He had been named Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards and still held the title despite the many problems he faced. He was an intellectual who had discovered the twelve uses of dragon blood and been part of the development of Nicholas Flannel's infamous Philosopher's Stone which allowed his old friend to live in near perpetual youth for a very, very long time.

Yes, it was safe to say that Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was not an idiot after looking at his laundry list of achievements and titles.

From this position as a non-idiot, some would even say he was one of the greatest intellectuals to ever live, he understood exactly how dangerous Katherine Potter was. He knew exactly how dangerous she had become since she had vanished at such a young age and now had at last reappeared to the eyes of the Wizarding World many years later. He had made sure to view the memories of all three sent to speak with her in his pensieve and had at once wished for all of them to be false once he had viewed them. He wished for something pointless in the end for he knew the truth now no matter his feelings on it. Memories did not lie. They could never lie even if one thought they had changed them to misrepresent what was shown. The mind was so unaccepting of falsities in that regard that it could only present a truth. At times the truth was terrible and this was one of those times.

"Why must it be a Nephilim?" Albus Dumbledore had retreated to the privacy of his own office before opening up a bottle of Ogden's Finest and pouring himself a glass. "Why?" He had downed two in rather rapid succession but the alcohol did nothing just as the mournful song of Fawkes failed to change his mood.

"A Nephilim!" He felt like laughing at the mad world he now inhabited. "Voldermort I could deal with! I dealt with him but a Nephilim! A Nephilim was with her!" He was glad for the sound proofing he did to his office as none could hear his shouts brought on by his consumption of things much stronger than his normal tea. "A Nephilim!"

He had searched through several books older than the castle itself and had found stories that if even a fraction of them were true would spell terror and destruction for the Wizarding World if not the entirety of both worlds that existed on a single planet. Nephilim were not things to taunt or play with. They were evil and good in one being. Immense potential for one, the other, or both at once. Power few could hardly dream of lied in their hands and only grew to levels that eclipses all beings. Nephilim were the scourge that had united two polar opposites, Angels and Demons, into one force to destroy them. Nephilim had united two beings who's natural state of existence was too oppose each other on any and all issues no matter how big or small. Records showed wars had started between Angels and Demons over the most trivial of things and yet Nephilim united them to not only stop their war but unite against a common foe.

Nephilim were so terrifying to make divine creatures go against their own innate desire to destroy one another and instead destroy them. Records showed the battle was still brutal. The death of one Nephilim brought with it the death of perhaps hundreds of Angels and Demons. The truly great ones took their armies to the near breaking point before finally being slain.

"A Nephilim. She is with a Nephilim of all things." He allowed his head to fall into his arms, covering his eyes with the palms of his hands as he tried to think on what to do. If anything could even be done once the force of nature that was the Nephilim tracked Katherine to Hogwarts. "It is going to find her and it is going to kill us all for what we did to her."

A Devil's greed would fuel it. They had taken Katherine from it and now they would be slaughtered. He was lucky none of the other professors had any inkling of what the portkey in the letter had caused them all. If there was even a word of what he knew leaked, it would cause a panic like no other to sweep though the entirety of the Wizarding World. Those consumed with fear would run and only add to the mass panic while those too brave for their own good would emerge and attempt to battle the creature. Even more fools would flock to the soon to be bloodbath and engage the Nephilim and attempt to halt it for glory. They would all die and feed the rage of the Nephilim. Katherine would be turned into bait by more fools, taken away and used to draw the Nephilim into foolishness after foolishness. It would only grow more consumed with a desire for utter destruction for what they had done and would soon slaughter without end.

This would all only happens if Katherine remained alive.

If certain factions of the populace learned of her connection to a Nephilim she would no longer be in such a state and the world would face the wrath of a Nephilim with nothing left but an endless rage and unquenchable bloodlust. They would kill her while sprouting a form of insanity that would damn them all to the wrath of the beast she had bonded with. Nephilim were vile creatures but only fools would anger beings that had within them the power to destroy Angels and Demons. Sadly too many Wizards and Witches lacked the essential thing known as common sense.

"We are doomed." Fawkes continued his mournful song and Dumbledore agreed with the tone. It was a funeral dirge for them all. He poured himself another glass of Ogden's Finest and tried to drink himself into a stupor with two more glasses.

It failed when Fawkes objected to such an action and swooped down, taking the bottle to his perch and leaving it amid the ashes of his past burnings. The contents spilled out as the bottle fell over onto its side from an intentional nudge by the phoenix's wings and eyes more befitting a wise scholar stared at Dumbledore's own. It was clear that Fawkes was admonishing the Headmaster for the improper drinking on duty.

"I suppose you are right Fawkes." Dumbeldore adjusted his half moon spectacles with shaking hands. "I can't allow this to happen. The children of our world do not deserve to suffer for the mistake of an old fool like myself and his compatriots." The phoenix's trill gave him his answer and the bird of legend settled down on his perch after a brief ruffling of feathers and began a new song.

It lifted his spirits if only slightly but Fawkes had provided more with his eyes than his singing as Dumbledore was set to use his famed intelligence to stop the complete destruction of the their world. He may have to consign himself to the fate of death but a man as old as he was had little to fear now. Death was but the next great adventure and soon he would set on it.

And hopefully it would be one he took alone.

'A man as old as myself could do with some time with just his thoughts after all.' The thought, even if it was a grim one, made him smile as one hand reached up to stroke his shortened beard thanks to an impromptu trimming from one James Potter.

"Flesh. Disgusting thing, isn't it?" A warehouse played host to a demonic trade. Skin, that of a human, was needed to pass among them undetected with Limbo in disarray thanks to the Nephilim. One demon dealt in everything and skin was only a piece of its empire. "But we need it to survive right now and I've got a deal for you." He waved his arm, an inherently showmanship really, and two more demons pushed out a crate that was opened before his clients. "Freshest stuff you can get. Dealt with the smell with a week or to in Limbo. Humans won't be able to tell the difference and-" His claws flashed as he ripped into the contents of the crate to the growls of those before him. "-fixes itself."

"So, what do you say to a f-" He should have known his deal would fall through.

Black and white handguns opened fire as the bane of their kind ripped his way inside. Weapons were scrambled for but it was pointless as he became a white topped blur thanks to his Devil Trigger. His shotgun replaced his pistols and the dead rose faster and faster than the living could stop him.

It took less than a thirty seconds of constant buckshot to leave bloody dissolving chunks spread across the warehouse.

"Shit...Da-URK!" The demon he had come here for was ripped off its feet and slammed into a wall.

"WHERE IS SHE?" He had been lucky that he was so pissed because it turned out that he had been sloppy when he was ripping through the demons of Limbo City. One was left untouched. One he knew was able to find out nearly anything. "WHERE?" His violent shaking provided incentive, so did the blasts from Revenant that left chunks of the demon's clients strewn around the room.

"WHO!" The demon screamed back at him not out of bravery but mind numbing fear. It was completely terrified and continued to grasp at the hand that held it up by the throat. "I don't know what you want yet!"

"Where. Is. Kat." His voice was a low growl and his teeth changed into fangs by the last word. "Tell. Me."

"I will! Just give me a few minutes to find her!"

The hold was released but the monster stayed before the devil and it trembled on the ground. The monster bent down, fangs bared with an unnatural power ripping through the world. The building the deal had been conducted in was shaking, nearly collapsing, as power swept through it.

"You. Have. Three."

In three minutes, Dante would know where Kat was. In four, he would be heading for the only person he knew able to get him into Limbo.

AN: Well...I'm just not that good at this updating thing, am I?

Strangely enough, I feel this thing is still burning but it could be a chicken set on fire OR a phoenix. No idea which.