Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize. You know I just realized something. In harry Potter, they give you a ticket, but there is no mention of anyone checking if you have a ticket. Thus I have decided to remove the ticket bullshit from this story. Oh and for story purposes, Vergil owns the cabin he lives in, through an inheritance, oh and he has the guitar weapon from DMC 3, only not so purple (Black and gold).
On September first, Vergil awoke to find that it was 9:35. So he stripped, hopped into the shower, and took a shower. Ten minutes after his shower he was dressed in a White tee, black dress pants, and black combat boots. After checking that he was dressed properly, Vergil threw on his overcoat, Strapped on his sword, stored his guns in their holsters, picked up his guitar, put it in its case, and walked out the door. Once the door was properly locked and secured, he called the local taxi service, and requested a car. Fifteen minutes and $50 later he was standing in Kings Cross Station. Vergil remembered the instructions in his letter on how to get on to the correct platform, so he walked through the barrier/brick wall and saw the rid train. When he looked at the clock, he noticed that it was 10:51, after climbing on the train and searching, Vergil finally found an empty compartment. He picked up his trunk with one hand, stored it on the rack, sat down with his leg draped over the back of the seat, and proceeded to clean his guitar, when the bane of all things cunning, or intelligent walked in, Jason Potter. He was talking loudly to the redheaded boy next to him about something called "Quidditch", At least before they noticed Vergil sitting there. "This is our compartment now" He declared loudly "Get out" "Fuck off" was Vergil's off-handed reply "I am the Boy-who-lived, and I order you to get out" Jason said proudly, puffing up his chest in an attempt to look intimidating. It failed. "And I'm PewDiePie,(A/N. I love PewDiePie) now I believe I told you to "Fuck off" " The Boy-Who-Can't-Figure-Out-How-To-Die spluttered "But - but - but I defeated You-Know-Who!" Jason all but screaming by the end. "And I'm the defeater of Handsome Jack, (A/N. I love Borderlands 2 as well) But I still remember telling you to "Fuck off" " Jason Potter, Being the idiot that he was, tried to hit our hero. Bad Idea. When Jason charged and swung at him, Vergil was ready, just before the fist could connect, He stopped it with his palm and squeezed before standing and grabbing the wrist of the offending hand, the wrist was quickly snapped. Jason Potter could accused of stupidity, and rightly so. Even with a snapped wrist the Idiot swung again, Vergil deflected the arm and landed a solid kick on the chest of the Idiot, then he grabbed his head and brought it down whilst swinging his right knee up, the blow landed with a sickening squelch. Vergil bent down and hissed in Jason's ear "And now I'm the defeater of you" After standing up, Vergil addressed the redhead "Take this pathetic piece of shit to your headmaster, oh and don't heal him yet, I want the head master to see what happens to those who fuck with me" The redhead nodded furiously and dragged Jason's unconscious body away. After he sat down, Vergil passed the rest of the ride in near silence, only being interrupted by a bushy haired girl, a timid boy, and a blonde boy who was surprisingly pleasant. Now if only he had some booze...
A/N. YAY another chapter done. Next chapter: The sorting and ... a certain medium with a spray can.