On a rainy day, very few people chose to linger outside. Those that did were rushing to finish their errands then return home as soon as possible to escape the downpour. All except one. A lone figure stood in an alcove without a care in the word about the rain soaking it's cloak or the bare legs that were completely drenched from waiting. Still, it didn't move. The woman, notable by the slim yet muscular legs and the red boots, seemed perfectly at ease at she waited for some unknown person. The run down building behind her and the less than pleasant street she stood on recieved no head as she spotted her target approaching with an umbrella. Underneath her hood, her eyes flashed in dangerous recognition.

"Hey you shouldn't stay out here, you'll get sick!" The person, a man in his mid twenties with sandy hair and attractive blue eyes, said in concern for her well being. Still she didn't move.

"At least let me take you somewhere to dry off." The man insisted when she made no move to speak. After a moment, she gave a small nod and gestured for him to lead the way with a jerk of her head. The man smiled in in relief before he turned around.

"I know a great place to get dried off and wait out the storm. It's over this way." He said. He soon frowned when the woman made no move to get under his umbrella, just following at a distance. Soon enough, they made it to an abandoned warehouse and he closed the door behind her. As he was fiddling with it, he heard a sound like something had fallen and bounced a little. Turning around, he saw that the woman had never stopped or removed her cloak in favore of opening a closet on the other side of the room. One that had been filled with skeletons, one of wich was now on the floor.

"This does look dry, wouldn't you say?" The woman finally spoke as she slightly turned to face the shocked man.

"Wh-Wh- What happened here?" The man sputtered out through his fear after a moment.

"That's not very nice. Aren't you the one responsible?" The mysterious woman spoke with a knowing tone in her voice. She knew what was going on and was about to bring justice.

"Your pretty sharp Lady." The man said, dropping his act as he began to transform into a grostque form, "Now your going to join them!" The demon yelled as it swiped at the cloaked woman with a clawed hand. At the last second, the woman jumped and leaned back to avoid the second swipe.

"Why do they all choose to hide skeleton's in warehouses? How cliche can you get?" She asked as she landed neatly on her feet. The demon growled in response to her taunt.

"Then again," Here she discarded her cloak to reveil she wielded a handgun and a maching pistal," I guess I don't have much right to talk, huh?" She asked as she focused her hetrochomatic eyes on the demon before jumping to get a clear shot at its face. The demon once again tried to grap her, but she hooked her leg onto the arm and swung under, vaulting herself straight at its open jaw. Spinning in mid air, she fired a full barage of shots at the demon before landing on its shoulder and stuffing a hand gernade into its mouth then proceeding to backflip off to kick said appendage closed while creating distance between them when the gernade exploded, taking the demon with it. The woman soon landed in a crouched posistion with either of her guns still trained on the demon's body should it survive.

The sound of clapping soon got her attention and she looked up. Standing in the doorway was a man in red. His expression was one far too cheerful for seeing a young woman in such circumstances and the white hair and large sword on his back only further proved his difference from most. Not to mention he was the source of the clapping.

"Your getting better. This isn't some low level like you fought at Temmin-ne-gru you know." The man said as he getured to the remains of the demon.

"Well, seeing as I held my own against your brother, I don't think that should be a suprise." She said as she got up and stretched slightly. The man gave a small frown.

"Sorry. It's hard to believe it's already been a year, huh?" She asked, seeing his expression.

"Yeah. Though it's not something a year will heal." Said the man with a carefree smile that belayed his words, but the woman knew better. This man used that attitude to hide how he was really feeling.

"So, why are you here, Dante?" She asked after a minute to just remember.

"Someone came by the shop. He was asking about you." The now named Dante said as if he didn't have a care in the world. Then he got serious. "He was asking for Mary."

The woman froze. She had discarded that name, severed all connections to it. How did someone know to ask Dante about it?

"Did he give his name?" She asked after a moment of contemplation.

"No. But he didn't do too well in hiding that he was a werewolf. I was able smell him from a mile away. Pretty docile though." Dante said as he put his hands on his hips and looked at the sky.

"A werewolf?" She repeated. Why would a werewolf go to Dante's shop? One that took...'special' jobs unless... "Is he still there?" She asked. Dante scoffed.

"I might have, if I hadn't had those devil arms. They may only accept me as their master, but it would still be dangerous to let a werewold get a hold of them if you know what I mean." Dante said, at the last bit giving her a look. She silently marveled at just how much he had matured over the last year, when she met him, he would have turned it into a joke and let it happen just to see how it played out.

"Did he leave a way to contact him?" She pressed.

"I take it you know him?" At her nod he continued,"C'mon. He said to tell you 'Moony came by'. Then he left something on the table. A picture."

"Moony. So it is him." She muttered before following Dante. She gave a short chuckle when she realized how he probably got the information, though she idly wondered if he knew what her career was. Dante glanced back but chose not to question her. She was thankfull knowing full well he probably heard every word. He was half demon after all.

"Did a demon design this as a trap or something? Every house looks the same!" The woman asked. It had been a couple of weeks since her meeting with Dante, and now she was standing in a neighborhood that was too normal. Moony had apparently wanted her to visit her sister, who she had fell out of contact with when she was a child, and she would admit she had missed them. Both of her sisters, she had had no idea how to get in touch with them, as she had been training for a crcuial moment in her life for years. One that had recently come to pass. According to the message Moony had left, one of her sisters lived here.

"Hmm, number four." She muttered as she approached said building. Her sister was in for a suprise.

"This is it? I'll go patrol, make sure nothing happens." Dante, who she had asked to come with her, said.

"No. If there is any action, it will be here." The woman spoke sternly, with a hidden message she was sure Dante got. She didn't want to face this alone.

"All right, but you know how my family reunions tend to go, right?" He asked. It was true, both of them had rather...unique family issues when they met. Taking a deep breath and looking back to assure herself that her friend was there, she knocked. After all most a minute, the door was opened by someone the two could only describe as a whale. He had little to no neck and his beady eyes were trained on her. Both visiters unconsiously reached for their weapons.

"And who are you?" The man that opened the door practically spat. The woman quirked an eyebrow at the attitude then took a glance at the rather hard to miss rocket launcher on her back. The man followed her line of sight then paled upon noticing it.

"We're looking for a ...Petunia Evans?" Dante spoke when it became apparent the woman wasn't going to, directing the question at her when he failed to remember the name. The woman nodded. The man's eyes narrowed.

"What do you want with Petunia?" He asked, still frightened by the weapon but willing to proctect Petunia, whatever their relation was.

"I'm her sister, same mother." The woman said. The man's eyes widened for a second.

"You're Mary?" He asked in disbelief. The woman's demeanor instantly changed and it was only Dante's fast reflexes that stopped her from pulling a gun on the man.

"'Mary' died a long time ago. Don't ever call me that again." She said dangerously when it became apparent Dante's grip on her arm wouldn't budge. The man's eyes narrowed again.

"PETUNIA!" He shouted into the house. Dante adjusted the guitar case on his back, the one that hid his sword, after released his grip on her. Soon what seemed like a toothpick with a horses face appeared asking what it was before cutting herself off at the sight of the yet unamed woman.

"Before you say anything, my name is Lady." Said the aformentioned woman.

"Oh, please come in." She said before whispering something to her husband, causing Dante to give an odd look. Likely hearing what was said and having some doubts on it or something.

"Ah! I'll just tell Dudely to come down stairs." Clapped the man Petunia had introduced as Vernon with a rather strained smile. Dante gave a look that clearly said he wasn't buying it.

"Make yourself at home, dinner will be ready in a little bit. I'll make some tea while you wait." Petunia said hurriedly, brushing imaginary dust off an armchair. Dante did just that while Lady decided to look around the living room.

"So whats got you suspicious? Not demons, I hope?" She when she heard some things being moved around in the kitchen.

"They said something about not letting a freak ruin this." Dante said as he also took a look around the room from his seat.

"A freak? Well, she doesn't like Lily from what I remember." Lady said thoughtfully. "I never actually lived with her. Lily I mean. She was always at her boarding school, and somehow met that werewolf." Lady said fondly.

"She's not here, I can tell you that. It sounds like a boy." Dante said casually. Lady commonly found herself impressed with how human yet inhuman Dante was. Just then, the family of three came back.

"Is that a guitar?" Asked what looked like a beach ball. Dante and Lady decided not to be suprised.

"If your asking for a show, mine aren't for kids." Dante said in response. The boy looked upset.

"Who are you anyway?" Vernon asked, looking at Dante as if he was some sort of freak. If only he knew.

"This is my friend Dante. I asked him to come with because of some circumstances." Lady said from her posistion at the mantle.

"Is that a rocket launcher?" Pertunia asked as she caught site of it. The boy was now staring at Lady in awe.

"What else would it be?" Lady asked rhetorically. "Look, a lot has happened since I moved out. I like to be prepared."

"With a rocket launcher?!" Dudely asked in shock. Dante smirked at a memory.

"Well, considering I once met a demon that shrugged off my bullets as if they were nothing..." Lady trailed off, innoccently looking at Dante who rose an eyebrow. The Durselys paled at the mention of demons. Vernon soon regained his barings.

"DEMONS DON'T EXIST! WHAT KIND OF LIES ARE YOU TRYING TO FEED US?! I DEMAND THE TRUTH THIS INSTANT!"

"The truth. I've met my fair shair of demons, none of which are ever happy to see me." Dante said as he pulled out his custom handgun Ivory and started twirling it in his finger. "Speaking of, that typically causes our senses to sharpen." He added with a look at a certain part of the roof.

"I-I don't know what your implying. Please, l-lets talk this out over dinner." Petunia nearly squeaked in her studdering.

"A-ah but Petunia dear, Marge is supposed to be here any minute." Vernon also stuttered. Lady gave them an unimpressed look.

"But Vernon! She's my normal sister!" Petunia cried out Dudely was trying to inch his way to Dante's 'guitar'.

"Not very normal with those eyes petunia! And this talk of demons!" Here, Lady somewhat self-conciously put on her sunshades.

"Are you saying Lily isn't normal?" Lady interrupted their arguement.

"Wasn't. That freak got herself blown up." Petunia snapped. Dante gave them an amused look as he casually moved his 'guitar' when Dudely tried to make a grab for it. For a moment, no one moved, each staring another down. Lady and Dante looking at Petunia who returned their stare, Vernon giving Dante a suspicious stare, and Dudely eyeing Dante's guitar case.

"Well, this is getting tense. Any good bars around here?" Dante suddenly asked, breaking said tension. Just as he finished asking the question, there were loud barks outside followed by shouts of 'hush' and soon heavy knocks on the door. Vernon growled at the untimely arrival.

"BOY! GET THAT!" He shouted. If Lady hadn't been used to demonic howls, she would have flinched.

"Yes Uncle Vernon." Said a small, black haired boy as he came down stairs. He hesitated a moment when he saw the two additional guests. He quickly regained his senses and went to the door.

"Hello Aunt Marge." Lady noticed a subtle tenseness in his voice, as if he knew what would happen next and didn't like it.

"Well, what are you standing there for?" A new voice snapped. Lady idly wondered how many people treated the boy like this. Then she saw his eyes. Lily. That explained it.

"And who is this?" Asked the new arrival who Lady assumed to be Marge. Lady had moved into the hallway, leaving Kalina Anne in Dante's care for the time being. Petunia spoke up.

"This is my little sister Ma-" A sharp glare from Lady cut her off, "Lady." She ammended.

"Lady? What an odd name. There is a story behind it I presume." Marge sniffed, paying no head to the still barking dog. The boy, Lily's son, seemed to be suprised. At what, Lady didn't know. Lady lowered her sunglassess to look over them and make sure she was seeing right. No way a family could look like this and still be human. In that time, Marge had seen her eyes.

"Oh, another freak then." She stated with a wave of her hand. The boy gave Lady an apologetic look. Lady gave him an easy smile.

"Dinner's almost done, why don't you go to the kitchen while I bring it out. Though I was only expecting one guest." Petunia said quickly, trying to salvage the situation.

"Thats alright. Dante and I could just order some pizza. It's all he eats anyway." Lady spoke once more as if she hadn't just been called a freak.

"Thats all right. I havn't seen you in years, it's the least I can do." Petunia insisted. Lady, remembering how her sister could be, just decided to go with it. Marge seemed curious now. A few minutes later and all the adults and Dudely were sitting at the table while the boy who had been identified as Harry served the meal and all in all acted like a waiter.

"Hey, why don't you come join us?" Dante asked him when it became apparent he had no intention of doing so. Neither guest missed the glare that was being sent from behind them.

"I'm fine sir." Harry said somewhat reluctantly.

"Sir? It's just Dante." Said person waved off the manners.

"He said he dosn't want to so don't pester him. I'm actually curious about you. Are you and...Lady... together?" Marge asked before Harry could respond. The reaction was near instant.

"ME WITH HIM?! NEVER!" Lady shouted in outrage.

"I make it a point not to go out with women who shoot me in the head." Dante said dismissively. Dante and Lady shared a look, then started laughing at the memory. Everyone else wasn't so accepting of the comment.

"What do you mean?" A horrified Petunia asked quietly. Dante and Lady instantly sobered up.

"We met in a...less then ideal place." Lady spoke slowly, carefully choosing her words, "I initially thought he was another enemy. Never expected I'd have an ally there." Dante's hand unconsiously grasped a rather pretty amulet.

"We had a common goal, but didn't realise that at first." Dante finished for her.

"So she tried to shoot you?" Petunia asked again.

"Can't really blame her. I actually had been just like the others at that time. But she taught me whats important." Dante spoke softly of the past, as if ashamed of how he was.

"Let's go to a lighter topic. What do you do?" Lady asked, trying to save her friend from rememering. It seemed to work as he let go of his amulet.

"I'm glad you asked. I happen to have a pretty high place at Grunnings..." And with that, Vernon went on and on about drills. Dante was ignoring him in favor of studying Harry, who was still acting more like a servant than a free boy. He also seemed malnurished from what Lady could tell and she suspected Dante was thinking along the same lines.

"So what do you do Dante?" Vernon asked after a while.

"I run my own shop. Devil May Cry." Dante said nonchalantly.

"I sometimes take cases with him, but mostly work independently." Lady added in. Harry seemed to perk up at this.

"Cases?" Marge asked not even bothering to hide her curiosity.

"I'm a detective." Everyone froze.

Harry couldn't believe it. He had another aunt, and she worked with a detective. Maybe, he could get Harry out of here. His relatives seemed to not take the news too well however. Harry couldn't blame them considering his past. What if Mr. Dante found out about magic? Suddenly he was feeling really scared. He wanted to just go to the cupboard and hide his school supplies in a safer place. The fact that the dog hadn't quit barking once didn't help his nerves at all.

"Detective? Thats nice." Said a suddenly strained Vernon.

"He says that, but he's more of a handiman. A real jack of all trades." Lady said casually. Dante shrugged.

"I've been hired as a detective more than once. Especially considering the...special jobs that I specialize in." Dante said as he glanced to the cupboard. Harry's eyes widened. Could he be with the ministry of magic?

"I guess I should give you that. But what kind of detective stays in debt?" Lady retorted in a knowing manner.

"Please. Your a devil in disguise when it comes to money. I can't stay out of debt with you." Dante spoke as if devils were a common topic.

"A devil, you say. Well, if it helps keep me off the street I'll take it." Harry chuckled a bit at the banter. It felt so much like a dream having a moment like this in the muggle world.

"So Lady was it? I would like to know the story behind that name." Marge said, comepletely ruining the mood. Lady gave a solemn look while Dante let his bangs cover his face so they couldn't tell what he was feeling.

"I discarded my name. I'm Lady now." She said. Harry was curious about this, but it seemed very personal to her. Before any one could voice anything, Dante got up.

"Come on Lady. I got a contact that told me a good place to let off some steam." He said.

"Yeah. Lets go. We'll be in town for a couple of weeks, so we'll be back." Lady said as she grabbed her rocket launcher.