Damn, I hate the bitter sweetness of procrastination. I do apologise for this! I really do! Please don't kill me! Anyways, please enjoy, review, and favorite! Loves!
Vergil was probably the worst person in the world to wake up. Ginny and Luna found that out soon enough. Ginny immediately stopped laughing as his eyes opened and the temperature dropped several degrees. He glared, not glanced, but glared around the compartment.
"I see we are no longer the only one's here. Dante!" Vergil elbowed his twin, who was in the process of falling back to sleep. The scruffy teen snorted slightly and pouted.
"Geez, and you say that I'm unnecessary!" Dante grumbled. Vergil smirked coldly.
"I believe, taking into account all of the times I've said it, that your EXISTANCE is unnecessary. Get it right next time." Vergil then turned to Ginny and Luna.
He tipped his head and looked at them from under his lashes. "Vergil Sparda. And, you are?" The growl in his voice had Ginny blushing like mad. Luna simply smiled.
"I'm Luna Lovegood. My high blood pressured friend here is Ginny Weasly." Ginny glared at Luna, but the strange girl paid her no mind.
Dante rolled his eyes and slouched in his seat. "Sparda. Dante Sparda." He gave the two a wink. Ginny was about to comment when Vergil started to mess with Nero's hair. Much to the young boy's chagrin.
"Dude. What the hell are you doing?" Nero yelped when Vergil swatted at him.
"Some strange… thing is nesting on your head!" Vergil exclaimed. Luna leaned forward and patted his arm.
"Not to worry. It's a blibbering humdinger. It's harmless," she said dreamily. "I'm glad that you can see them too." That did not put Vergil at ease.
Ignoring the jibes Dante was now sending Vergil, and Vergil's death threats to Dante, Sparda pinched the bridge of his nose. He growled slightly and then stood, his purple trench coat billowing slightly. "I am going to meet whatever other teacher is here. Please play nicely." With that he left.
Nero groaned and rubbed his face in frustration. Dante and Vergil were now standing, bickering. Ginny ducked between them and sat next to Nero.
"Are they always like this?" she asked quietly. Nero shook his head.
"Dad and I usually keep them apart. But, being here in a tight space for so long… They used to get along. But they had this BIG fight (understatement much…) a while back and have been at each other's throats since." Nero opened a chocolate frog, quickly breaking its back legs. Ginny watched as he did.
"Well, that's one way to go about it." He laughed.
"Yeah, sure is…"
Luna looked up at Vergil, then Dante. She sighed and sat her magazine down before standing between them.
"Um, Miss Lovegood, would you please-" Dante and Vergil collapsed, leaving Luna standing with two fingers on her hands pointed outward. Nero and Ginny gaped at her. She smiled, blue eyes shining with mirth.
"Pressure points. No one can relax with such disturbance." With that, she sat back down and read.
Sparda frowned as he walked down the aisle. It had been a few hours since he had left the damned compartment and had made an effort to converse with the students around him. Several of the girls were quite happy with that. When he told a few of them that he was a more hands-on teacher they seemed quite happy. Which, in turn made him, happy. He was three cars from his sons, and the difference was phenomenal. Every other teen here was now enjoying each other's company in relative silence. He passed by an empty compartment and froze. What is that… scent? Blood?
He opened the compartment and looked around. Nothing. But the smell was definitely there. And a presence. A powerful one. He looked to his left under the seat and saw the shimmering outline of an Invisibility Cloak. He bent down and picked it up, gasping as he saw a boy underneath. With a very bloody face.
"Oh, dear," he tsked, grasping the boy's arm gently and tugging him out. He then pulled down the blinds in the compartment and examined the boy.
Harry Potter swore silently, as he was unable to make a sound. He also couldn't move for the life of him and his face hurt like hell. Damned Malfoy… Harry sat there and half hoped that each passing set of feet would come into the compartment and help him. He also half hoped they would continue on their way to save him the embarrassment.
Click. Click. Click. He heard a set of boots approach. They didn't pass. Harry didn't know whether to thank heave or curse his luck when the door swung open. He listened closer.
Was this person… sniffing? Harry listened some more, then internally flinched as whoever it was knelt down.
"Oh, dear," he said, in a lightly cultured voice. Harry felt his arm get tugged on and he slid out from underneath the seat.
Harry couldn't see any of the man's features. His glasses were probably broken underneath the seat. He heard the man mutter something and suddenly he regained the use of his limbs. His hands shot straight to his nose, but the man stopped him.
"Now. Now. Let me." The man ignored Harry's protest and quickly pulled his nose back into place. Harry felt only a moments worth of pain before it was gone. A minute later and his glasses were returned to him unharmed.
Harry let his eyes adjust and then looked at the man. Immediate malice shot through him, but then he remembered that this man helped him.
"A-are you a Malfoy?" Harry stuttered. The man chuckled lightly. His monocle flashed in the light.
"Haha! You're welcome," he joked. "No, I am the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Sparda. I assure you, I am not a Malfoy." Harry felt a little skeptical. White blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and a gaudy way of dressing.
"Sorry," he muttered. "You looked like one. Thanks, for… you know." Sparda was folding his cloak up neatly, simply smiling.
"Don't worry about it. So, Mister Potter, care to enlighten me as to why you were stuffed like a dead body under the seat, bleeding and jinxed?"
Like a dead body? Creepy… Harry went on to explain his fight with Draco Malfoy. To which the professor responded with, "You could have decked him, you know."
Harry shrugged. "I'm already in trouble with the Ministry. Don't need anymore." Sparda nodded and stood up. A second later the train began to stop.
"Go on and change, Potter. I will see you in class." Sparda then opened the compartment door. He took a step outside then stopped, turning his face to Harry.
"If Malfoy does anything to you in class, you have one free punch," the professor said, holding up a finger. "I won't tell. And if you ever need some… back up, look for my sons. They'll know what to do." With a wink and a swish of purple the professor was gone, leaving Harry to ponder about the upcoming school year.
For Dante, Nero, and Vergil, the entrance into the castle was rather unexciting. The continuous chatter of the eleven year old Brits ground on their nerves. They did, however, admire the décor.
"Reminds you of Temen-ni-gru, hm, brother?" Vergil stated. Dante gave a small smirk and shrugged.
"I dunno. Fortuna Castle was beauty too. Right, Nero?" the red hunter chuckled. Nero shook his head.
"I think this place even beats that giant, stone douchebag we fought." That earned a laugh from both of the twins.
After some ghosts and a very amusing poltergeist, the chatter died down a relatively stern looking woman entered the hall. Her face was set in a cold scowl and her bun did not have a single hair out of place. She wore flowing green robes.
"Good evening, children. I am Professor Mcgonagall," she stated, her voice echoing off the walls. Dante leaned over to Vergil and Nero.
"And I will drink your blood!" he whispered in a very fake Transylvanian accent. The other two snickered in response.
"Anything you'd like to share, Mister Sparda?" Mcgonagall called out, voice icy enough to rival Vergil. The Cambion boys glanced at each other nervously, settling with Dante shaking his head quietly.
"Good. I will now explain how this will work. There are four Houses that you will be sorted into. They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Your Houses will be your family. There is also a point system. Your triumphs will earn you points, and rule breaking will ensure loss of points. The one with the most points at the end wins the House Cup. Sorting will begin momentarily." With that, she left.
Dante, Vergil, and Nero wandered away from the group slightly to hear themselves think.
"Dude, you think we will get separated?" Dante asked nervously. Nero pursed his lip.
"Maybe, I mean, besides looks and blood, we're nothing alike!" he exclaimed. Vergil shook his head.
"No, this is good." Dante and Nero gave him confused looks.
"Good, how?!" Dante growled. He glanced over his shoulder, making sure no one was listening in. Vergil adjusted his winter vest.
"We can cover more ground that way. One of us will go in Gryffindor to keep a close eye on Harry. Another will go to Slytherin. I heard most of his enemies are there. The other will go to Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw, preferably Ravenclaw. Lovegood is one of Harry's close friends," Vergil explained. Dante groaned, hating to agree.
Nero nodded. "Alright. Who goes where?" Dante sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Dad said that the hat decides, or whatever. We gotta convince the hat. I call trying for Gryffindor. Nero, you're a bookworm. Try for Ravenclaw. Vergil, take a wild guess." Vergil shrugged.
"Fine by me. C'mon. The sorting is starting."