Nero ground his teeth together roughly as he and Dante passed the Leaky Cauldron for the fifth time. Shoulders hunched and hands shoved disdainfully into his coat pockets, he followed Dante, back and fourth, passing the pub. Nero kept pointing it out, but Dante refused to acknowledge that Nero was right, and he was wrong.

Nero sighed loudly when Dante stopped another pedestrian for information. He promptly turned on his heel and marched into the pub. He ignored Dante's calls and the boot steps behind him. Halfway through the door Nero glared at Dante icily and pointed at the sign above him. Dante frowned and looked up. Just barely, the words Leaky Cauldron were printed. The veteran bit his lip and looked at his feet, blushing slightly in embarassment.

"I knew that..." He then brightened up, shoving passed Nero, guitar case and backpack in tow. "I just wanted to see if you were paying attention, kid!"

Nero closed his eyes and counted slowly to ten. Somewhat calmed down he entered. The mustiness hit him like a brickwall, aggrivating his demon senses. He coughed drily, only vaguely aware of how thirsty he was. He squinnted and lifted his covered Devil Bringer up to his face, covering his mouth and nose. He looked over and felt rather smug when Dante had Gilgamesh over his face, eyes somewhat teary. Despite their huge pride, even the Spardas couldn't evade the terror that was dust. The two finally took the time to look around.

Aside from the floating dishes, strangely dressed people, and moving pictures... Dante did a double take, but hid it pretty well. He, though not so discreetly, snuck around to peer at the anomalies. It seemed a better approach compared to Nero and his gawking. The young Devil slowly waved his hand for Dante to come over.

"Hey, old man..." he whispered when Dante stalked to his side. The red clad hunter frowned at him. "You don't think this is real, do you?" Nero coughed slightly. Dante opened his mouth to answer.

"Of course it is, my dear boy!" The voice not only caused Nero and Dante to jump slightly in shock, but the loudness interrupted the quiet atmosphere, attracting unwanted attention. Dante turned to glare at his father, growling slightly. Nero, on the other hand, was more welcoming. He patted his dad on the shoulder, cheeks red with embarassment. Sparda only smiled widely at him, oblivious to the death glare his middle child was giving him. However, all three froze as atmosphere chilled. Vergil Sparda was NOT in a good mood.

Around the pub, customers and the bartender checked to see if any Dementor made its way inside.

"Your iddle pratter does nothing for my growing migraine. Shut up... Where is this Headmaster? I wish to get this over with..." Vergil growled. Sparda pouted, but then levelled a scornfull look that rivaled Vergil's 'I-hate-your-guts' look.

"Enough with the negativity. It makes you age faster!" he proclaimed, adjusting his monocle. Dante and Nero snickered as Vergil facepalmed.

"Nevermind! I am returning home!" Vergil turned away, a tight grip on Yamato. When he did, though, he got a face full of beard, making Dante and Sparda double over in contained laughter. Nero simply bit his hand, eyes shut.

How did I not detect his presence?! The evil twin was a little pink with humiliation. He looked anywhere but the humored eyes of Albus Dumbledore. Said man was clad in purple robes, complete with a pointy hat. His beard reached his ankles.

"Good evening, Misters Sparda." He greeted with a twinkling smile and a bow of the head. Nero, Sparda, and Vergil all returned it in a similar manner. Dante simply gave a lazy salute. Dumbledore looked them over.

"Well, let us sit so we can discuss the conditions of your stay at Hogswarts. But before that, would anyone care for a lemondrop?" Dumbledore held the tin can out. All four took one. If there was one thing they all agreed on, it was sweets. Putting the can away, Dumbledore pulled out his wand. Dante sniggered. Nero and Vergil simply scorched his very being wth a look, but ignored him otherwise. With a wave, a set of chairs and a table flew to them, knocking all but Dumbledore and Sparda onto the seats roughly. It even knocked the smirk off Dante's face.

"So, Headmaster. Exactly how are we going to attend? I mean, the four of us are clearly to... ugh, old to attend." Sparda's sons rolled their eyes at his distaste for aging. Dumbledore nodded.

"I do apologise for not contacting you earlier, but I had just returned from a hearing. You see, the wizarding world is beginning to enter a war unlike any other. And the enemy grows closer each day. I wish for you to protect not only the scholl and its inhabitants, but a certain troublemaker and his friends... As students and a teacher!"

The four white haired men blinked, then Dante put his hand in the air. "Teacher! Called it!" Dumbledore chuckled at his antics.

"As much as I appreciate your enthusiasm, your father will be taking that spot." Dante wilted slightly as Sparda grinned smugly. Vergil simply looked on in appreciation as Dante had his hopes shot down.

Dumbledore continued. "Now, you three." Dumbledore patted Nero on the shoulder with a blackened hand. The Devil looked at it in interest, but didn't question it. Vergil's and Dante's familiarity with Nero's issues kept them quiet.

"My Potions Master has concocted a brew of which will give you the appearance of fifteen year olds. The four of you came from America as a transfer event. More details will be given at the school itself, given the fact that I must rush over to see how young Harry is doing. Well, I will see you in September. Good day, gentleman!" With a loud pop, he vanished. The Devils jumped slightly. Vergil frowned, since Dumbledore gave the most vague of explanations. He gently ran his hair over his head, checking his style. A question then came to mind.

"Is it not odd that our senses are dulled here?" Vergil asked, voice icy. Dante shrugged, Nero bit his lip in thought, and Sparda began cleaning his monocle.

"It's the seals they have up. Being dark entities, we are slightly supressed by the magic. However, our being Devils allows us to bypass them," he said in a very regal tone. One only used for business. Nero leaned onto his arms.

"Sounds reasonable. Or as reasonable as is possible. But don't you think there is an ulterior motive?" the youngest asked. He looked to Dante who was scratching his stubbled chin in thought.

"Maybe. His hand may have something to do with it. And who is this Harry? I'm a little concerned." Vergil sneered as Dante stated this.

"Oh, look. The monkey actually caught onto something. He's cursed." The other three stared. Vergil sighed, digging into his coat. He pulled out a beat up maroon book. Dante started.

"Hey that's-!"

"Arkham's. Yes. Aside from the apparent Hell Gate, the man also intended the tower to bear his soul. A horcrux. Or so the book says... Well, if we look through the library there, somethingmay show up. It may also explain the lack of demons..."

Sparda looked fondly at his first born. "You think so? It may..." He placed the monocle on his eye. "Or it may not be. Only one way to find out!"

Dante groaned. "I hate school, but I need the money." Nero gave a small smile, thinking of how much Kyrie would have liked this. Shaking his head, he shrugged.

"I'm in."

"I have no choice..."

After a very awkward and painfull hug from the full Devil Knight, the four continued to discuss the predicament they were in. Unaware of a smiling Albus behind a column.

It's so short... Ugh...Well, here's chapter 3. I'm not very happy with this, but it'll do for now. But, whatever. Anyways, please tell me if it's going to fast or if there isn't enough description. I'm open to criticism. Flames are welcome as well.

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