Yeah...I died from massive head trauma by being bludgeoned by Writer's Block. Dr. Richtofen brought me back from the dead, though. Sorry... I feel really douchey...

That aside, I wish to thank Oak-chan, Knight25, deathbykitsune, black rising Star, crystal bluebird and others who have read this story.

Yet, I find myself needing to explain Vergil's OOCness... I feel bad about it... However, anonymous reviewer, I feel as though Vergil would be a little of a drama queen after dealing with Dante, Nero, AND Sparda. That's probably the only way of getting things through to them with nearly killing them. Which he still does... I hope that clears things up for you! Loves!

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Me: O.o

Dr. Richtofen: She owns nozhing... Not even zhis disclaimer. Like her organs, it's mine.

Boarding the train was a real pain in the rear. Especially for Nero. After spending ages trying to find Platform 9 3/4(seriously, who does that?) the four had to explain to the conductor why there were so many weapons.
*flashback*
Dante grunted as he tugged his guitar case through the barrier. The demonic nature of the weapons was repulsed by the initial seal. Dumbledore said it would be no problem at Hogwarts, since he could change it. But, damn! The Platform had it's own seals that couldn't be tampered with.
Nero was still stuck in the wall, his right arm, being a weapon itself, was still stuck fast. Vergil and Dante had set their bags down and attempted to pull Nero out, nearly injurin the boy in the process. Half way through, the three stopped and looked to see a very frightened conductor and very amused Sparda. Dante's case fell open, revealing Rebellion and Spiral. Agni, Rudra, Nevan, and Cerberus were also tucked in there. Yamato was on Vergil's hip, being pointed out by the conductor. Dante and Vergil simply shrugged and gave one last tug on Nero, who yelped in pain. The arm came free with a pop.
Untangling themselves from the indignified pile, they went to help their father from the predicament.
"Please, sir! I'm the new professor at Hogwarts! These are for educational purposes!" Sparda implored. The man gave an indignant sniff. Dante growled at the man's behavior. He stepped up, in his fifteen year old body and got in his face.
"Listen, Jack! You let us on with our things, or you'll find out exactly what these things do..." Dante's 5'10 frame towered over the now shaking man. Whom let them onto the train with complimentary sweets.
*end flashback*

Nero sighed, munching on a Chocolate Frog. It took six tries amongst the four to get a Frog and eat it. Freaking unpredictable, those things... He was the last awake in the compartment and was staring out of the window for some time. He looked back and took in the changes of his siblings in detail.
Vergil was now 5' 10, but his body was curled tightly into a ball. A very intimidating ball. His hair lost the slicked back spikes, and now stuck about in a more messy style. Though still meticulous. His long blue trench was replaced with a dark blue winter vest with a hood. The hood was trimmed with white fur, matching his hair. Besides the light blue long sleeve underneath, the rest was the same. Black pants and brown boots.
Dante now wore a half sleeved red hoody, buckles on the shoulders. The hoody was unzipped, exposing his muscled abdomen under a black athletic shirt. Black cargos and mid calf combat boots finishe the look. He was sprawled out like a dog, head resting on Vergil's leg. His hair, unlike Vergil's gravity-defying hair, was mussed about.
Nero reached for some Berty Bott's Every Flavored Beans box with his gloved right hand. It was dark grey in color, with several red buckles holding it in place. His full sleeved, dark blue hoody was rolled up at the elbows. Nero munched on a cherry flavored bean and stared at the dragon print on his red, Japanese athlete shirt. Trish go it for him. It matched well with his jeans and black converses.
He turned his attention to his father. No change in his outfit. At all. Nero shook his head at the victorian ensemble. The Devil's head was bowed over Hogwarts, A History. Out of the original four copies bought, it was the last surviving copy.
Sparda looked up to see his youngest glaring at him. Wait, it was the book. Sparda closed the book and smiled softly at the angsty teen.
"What are you thinking about, my son?" he asked. Nero gave him a look before scoffing.
"I'm going to a school for magic, and I'm fifteen again. I'm kind of thinking 'WTF'. But that's just me." Sparda chuckled, glancing sideways at the boy beside him. He hesitantly put his arm around his shoulders and pulled the boy in an awkward embrace.
"Dante told me..." he whispered. Nero bit his lip and pulled back, cursing the demon hunter. Sparda placed his hand on his shoulder and said in a serious voice, "Please, Nero. Do not let this affect you."
Nero looked out the window. Sparda went to say more, but the opening compartment door interrupted him. It was very quiet, so Dante and Vergil remained asleep. Nero and Sparda turned to see a platinum blonde girl and a red headed girl.
"Hello. Is there anyway we could sit with you?" the red head asked quietly, minding the two sleeping boys. Her cheeks blushed violently when Dante shifted and his shirt was pushed up his belly.
"Oh, of course! Please." Sparda got up and pushed Dante into Vergil, making room for the blonde girl. The two still slept on... Must have been the de-aging spell...
Nero scooted to the window and the red head sat between him and his dad. She smiled and held her hand out. He smiled and took it.
"I'm Ginny Weasley. This is Luna Lovegood. Are you one of the transfer students?" Nero nodded. He motioned to Dante and Vergil.
"These are my brothers, Dante and Vergil. Dante's the one in the red. Vergil, blue. I'm Nero." Ginny and Luna looked at him expectantly, then at Sparda. But Nero's pointed glare at the man was enough of an explanation.
Sparda coughed into his hand awkwardly and adjusted his monocle. He then shook both of the girl's hands.
"I am Sparda, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. A pleasure, my dears." Ginny smiled grimly.
"I hope you last longer than the rest..." Luna said softly. Sparda and Nero glanced at her, a little taken aback. Ginny only chuckled, her green eyes knowing.
"I do not understand. Please elaborate," Sparda requested. Luna cocked her head slightly, pale blue-grey eyes misty.
"Every DADA teacher we've had since five years ago never stayed for more than a single year..." Luna smiled. She then pointed to Nero's head. "You have a blibbering humdinger near your head. You must have very soft hair..." That left Sparda and Nero speechless, and Ginny cracking up. Waking Dante and Vergil...

So, short chapter written on my phone. I know skipped Diagon Alley, but I wanted my readers to decide. I plan on making it a oneshot later. Well, please forgive, read, and review! Love you guys! If I do this procrastination thing again, feel free to beat me into submission!