The Devil's Stone

Mission 1: Enter a New World

"Wooohoooohooooo" A white haired child clad in brown pants and a black shirt cheered loudly. Usually children cheered for sports or parties, but not this one. No, as he cheered, he was firing off seemingly infinite rounds from his newly acquired hand guns: Ebony and Ivory. The most surprising part was he was using a demon as a skateboard and spinning freely as he did so. Soon jumping off the demon, the boy twisted in midair to avoid demonic scythes piercing his flesh, sure he could have shrugged them off at this point, but he didn't feel like finding new clothes at the moment. Swiftly turning that same maneuver into rapid spins, the boy rained bullets down on the demons that had been waiting beneath him.

"C'mon ya wimps." He taunted as he landed, causing the remaining demons to charge him. The boy leaned back to avoid one attack and quickly aimed one gun behind him and the other right in a demon's face to his left, letting loose rapid fire in the next instant. Quickly back flipping, the boy casually gave one final shot to his attackers.

"That was one helluva party!" The boy exclaimed happily as he landed behind his would be killers. Glancing back at the massacre, the boy's smile dimmed as he saw a familiar body. That woman had known what he was, had accepted him, even made the guns he had used seconds before. The demons killed her because the boy, Dante, had allowed himself to get close. A mistake that wouldn't be repeated. Renewing his smile, Dante promised he wouldn't get attached again. He wouldn't kill any humans, for his mother's sake, but from here on out, they were their own problem. He wouldn't give a damn. Casually walking away, Dante twirled his handguns before hiding them under his shirt. Maybe he should get a coat. It would need to be red of course.

Arriving at the small apartment he'd been staying in for the past week, Dante packed all of his things, but none of the woman's. The guns would be his memento from her. And a reminder. As he was putting his sword, Rebellion, in the guitar case he took to hiding it in, Dante sensed another halfbreed. All half breads could tell when they were near one of their own, but not the species the other was. Dante was no exception. Finishing his packing, a very light sack of the bare necessities and his beloved photo, Dante went to great this new 'friend'.

"What the hell do you want?" Dante asked as he swung open the door. Crossing his arms, Dante remained unfazed by this man's enormous height. Half-giant then. This would be fun if he proved hostile.

"Ar' yeh Tony Redgrave by chance?" The man asked after a second of stunned silence. Tony Redgrave. It was a persona Dante had adopted to throw demons off his tracks. They relied heavily on names after all.

"That's me." He spoke nonchalantly.

"Well, this'll make thin's easier. Mind if I come in?" He gestured to the apartment Dante had just cleaned of his belongings.

"This isn't my apartment anymore." The half-giant gained a sad yet knowing look.

"Well, can' let the muggles 'ere us. Do ya know any place we can talk?" He asked, trying too hard to be casual. Dante looked around at the empty alley, having come out the back door.

"Oh, thats righ'. Sorry 'bout that. Got something 'ere for you." The man said as he reached in his moleskin overcoat. After withdrawing a few unanimous objects, the man finally pulled out a letter. Dante observed it for a half a second, studying the magic that incased it. Certainly not demonic. It was this that convinced Dante to have a look at it.

'Mr. T. Redgrave'

Didn't seem to know just who he was.

'We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.' (Skip boring letters that are all the same.)

Dante just studied the letter for a minute, trying (and failing) to hold in his laughter.

"They honestly expect me to wear a pointed hat?" He asked before completely losing control of said laughter. The half-giant next to him chuckled a little bit too.

"Yeh really don't look the type do yeh?" He asked before falling into the same state Dante was in. After a few minutes and a lot of laughter, they decided to discuss the matter further.

"So, they want me in a wizarding school. I find it hard to believe someone like you would just be a mailman." Dante finally said.

"Tha's righ'. I'm Reubeus Hagrid, Keeper of games and grounds at Hogwarts." Said person spoke with pride at the title. Dante was silent for a second.

"So they let people like us in, huh? Coulda had that sooner." Dante said casually. Hagrid gave a sad smile behind his mustache.

"Yeah. People like us, Dumbledore tries to help our kind the best he can." He said, apparently recalling some personal experience. Dante privately wondered if he would be accepted if they knew what his other half was. After all, what culture didn't think all demons were evil?

"Well, it sounds like it could be interesting. And as my type isn't the friendliest I suppose I should be as prepared as I can. I'll go." Dante spoke more to himself before saying his decision.

"All righ' . If yeh need a place to stay, I'll let you stay with me if yeh want. We'll need ta get yer supplies anyway." Hagrid cheerfully offered. Dante suspected he was glad he could help a fellow hybrid.

"So how are we going? I doubt I could go that far with my air trick." Dante brought up the only issue he could see.

"We fly of course. Its in England after all." Dante rose an eyebrow at the distance then just shrugged it off. He always did like to explore.

"Couldn't we go any faster?" Dante asked excitedly. They had flown on a flying motorcycle and, much to Hagrid's horror, Dante had got out of his seat and rode on the back the whole way.

"What if yeh fell off? You coulda been lost at sea!" Hargrid cried in fear as they entered London. Dante quickly picked out which places were magical and which weren't thus practically being the one to lead Hagrid.

"That won't happen. I've gone at higher speeds on less steady things." Dante said cockily as he pointed at himself for emphasis. Hagrid chuckled slightly at Dante's attitude.

"Well, 'ere we are. The Leaky Cauldron." Hagrid spoke proudly before ushering Dante in. The smell of alchahaul and various other things nearly made Dante gag. It wasn't what he was accustomed to. After getting over that, Dante noticed Hagrid appeared to be a well known regular at the pub as everyone was giving him a cheerful greeting.

"Good evening Hagrid. The usual?" The barkeeper, who Dante privately compared to a walnut, asked cheerfully. In fact, every one was too cheerful, did something good happen?

"Sorry Tom, Dumbledore gave me some more Hogwarts business to sort out." Hagrid politely refused the offer as he gestured toward Dante, who was still trying to block out the smell as he observed.

"Looks like he's not used to pubs. Better get him outside Hagrid." Tom said amiably.

"Looks like someone's popular." Dante commented as they went out the back door. Hagrid blushed slightly as he denied the praise and busied himself with tapping a few bricks. Dante didn't so much as twitch when the alley revealed itself, but he did silently admit it was impressive. Though he noted all the animals quieted down when he entered. A few people looked at the pet store in confusion.

"Well, I knew yeh had a powerful aura, but I didn' think it would be that strong." Hagrid commented as they passed the previously loud stores.

"It happens." Dante waved it off, "So, where to? I don't exactly have money you know." He said. Hagrid laughed at that.

"We'll get somthin' out of the school vault, in gringotts." He explained as he pointed to said building. A few minutes and a lot of suspicious stares (goblins) later, Dante and Hagrid were at a retailer.

"We need to enter the Hogwarts vault." Hagrid stated pleasantly despite the glare he was getting. The goblin then turned to Dante and widened its eyes.

"That won't be necessary. Do you wish to access your father's or your mother's vault my Lord." The goblin asked an only slightly surprised Dante with a bow of its head.

"So pops had a vault here, huh? I'll use my mother's." He said as he completely ignored all the flabbergasted stares he was collecting, including Hagrid's.

"Do you have your key?" Dante raised an eyebrow at this piece of information.

"No. Any other options?"

"Yes. Please put three drops of blood on this parchment. New keys will be made for you while the old ones are destroyed." The goblin stated with respect.

"Easier said than done." Dante mumbled as he took the knife offered. Only two drops of blood made it from the cut he made before it healed. The goblin gaped.

"Vey well, we can use what is on the knife." A few seconds later and Dante was given both a gold and a platinum key.

"Blimey! I didn't know they made platinum!" Hagrid exclaimed in shock. Most wizards and goblins alike were still gaping at the scene.

"Well, what now?" Dante asked in a lull in activity. As if this some sort of cue, everyone resumed there work while sneaking glances at Dante.

"Griphook! Take them to vault 392." The goblin at the counter shouted. Hagrid once again paused in shock.

"Well, you coming?" Dante asked after a moment of just staring at him.

"Yer a Black?!" Hagrid asked as they went into the cave. Dante dismissed it again with a 'Thats my mother's maiden name.'

If Dante had to describe the ride down in a word, that word would undoubtedly be 'Sweet'. Throughout the whole ride, Dante was practically bouncing around in excitement. Even when they went under the waterfall, he still kept up his energy, and only got even more excited when he noticed the goblin wasn't steering. The goblin was watching Dante with an amused fascination while Hagrid had his eyes squeezed tightly shut and was obviously going to be sick. If you asked Dante, it ended too soon.

"All right! Let's go!" Dante shouted in excitement. Hagrid chose that moment to empty his stomach.

"What a wimp. What happens now?" Dante asked a smirking Griphook after muttering the first part.

"Key please."

A few minutes and another amazing ride later, Dante was ready to start shopping for school supplies while Hagrid was beginning to wonder just what he had brought onto the school.

You probably noticed I was a bit vague on the descriptions, but all of you reading this probably already know what everything looks like. Also, I did absolutely no research what so ever on the banking system. On another note, don't miss the next mission: The Black Lineage.