The sky was getting dark. The night had arrived and with that, Dante plopped down to the chair. Finally! He thought. The last two years had been rather rough for him, obtaining enough finances to buy a place where he could start his Hunting business had been a priority for a while; and finally he had manage to buy a place.

Dante glanced at it. It was old, it was unkempt and pretty much a rundown pigsty. But goddamn, it was now his rundown pigsty. The wood looked old and rotten, there was a musk scent in one of the corners, and it seemed like the ceiling could cave in at any moment. So, maybe he still needed some finances to make the place looked somewhat presentable.

Right now though, he was eating a finely fresh pizza in the old rickety desk. Things were quiet, he'll definitely had to get a record player to give the place some life, maybe a TV, a flat TV at that. But all in its due time. Dante smiled as he chew that glorious cheese that melted on his mouth, every bite filled with tasty joy; everything was looking good so far, and from now on only things will get better.

The flap of wings caught his eyes and he saw an owl entering through one of the windows. 'Damn, forgot to close that one'. He couldn't help but to tense up a little thinking about what it meant an owl in his abode. It can only be her, Dante thought grimly.

The owl perched itself in his desk, next to his pizza. It showed his wing, two letter were wrapped around it. Dante grabbed them and looked at the names.

From Lily to Dante, the first one said.

From Lily to Vergil, the other stated.

It was her. And she wrote to both of them. But why would she send both letters together? It's more than obvious that he would never be nowhere near his older brother; Dante would rather eat Rebellion first, with his pistols as an appetizer. But Dante had some reservation, he put the letter to his brother aside and open his, curious on what could it say.

Dear Dante,

Hello Dante, I know it has been a long time since we talked, and it wasn't on the best of terms. I do hope you are doing fine in all of your endeavours. I find myself in quite a pickle, to say the least. I know you don't keep up with wizarding news, much less British, but the war had turned for the worst.

You already know I was involved, but things are starting to get out of hands. Forces beyond my control are acting to harm me and my loved ones. I wrote a letter to Vergil first requesting his help in the matter, but I tried time and time again without results.

I don't want to offend you, but I found his set of skills more functional for the request I asked. But given the circumstances, you are my only option.

The Dark Lord is now targeting my daughter. Yes, I'm now a proud mother, but I'm afraid that it won't be for long. I've fought the man three times, and it's beyond my abilities to kill him. Albus Dumbledore had us hide, but I believe he has ulterior motives for it. Not bad intentions, but he's definitely gaining something out of this.

Years ago I would never even dream of doubting the man, but since my stay with your family, my eyes were truly open, and looking back, I can only remember the happiest of moments. Like the lake, or the bakery. Do you remember Dante?

We have some friends that can take care of my daughter, but I'm worried for their safety. You on the other hand, you can be a great protector. After all you were a great brother to me.

When this letter founds you, it means that my biggest fear has become true. I am dead and my daughter is defenceless. Please find her Dante and protect her.

You'll know how to find her. After all, she'll have it.

I'm sorry for putting this burden on you Dante. I'm running out of options.

Your friend, and sister, Lily Potter, neé Evans.

Dante was stunned, incapable of reacting to any of the contents of the letter. He ignore the fact she had gotten married, involved in a war that at the end of the day wasn't her problem and finally, getting herself knocked up and kill.

Lily Evans. No, Lily Potter, apparently, was now dead and the only thing that Dante got was a letter asking him to take care of her daughter. His brother didn't even received that, wherever he was, he wouldn't know what happen to that brilliant young woman they met.

It felt so long ago, even if it had been a few years since they've seen each other. She had obtain a mastery in some mumbo jumbo magic that he never bother with. And now she was gone. Had Dante never obtain the letter, he would've never know what happened to her. Forever clueless and bitter with her.

But he was still pissed with her. How could she just put this massive task to him, of all people! Dante knew himself, he would never be able to take care of a child, much less a baby. Because it had to be a baby, logic dictated so. But he owe it to her, she had help him and Vergil after… He had to do something, and yet…

Damn Lily for playing with his emotions!

He was just starting this Devil Hunting business. Devil hunting! There was no way in hell he'll subject a baby to the world of demon hunting. Humans were fragile, even if the girl had magic, it would take too long for her to be able to defend herself.

Dante also ignore the fact that the owl that brought the letters ate all the pepperoni of his pizza and left. He couldn't deal with an upstarting business, a baby and a pepperoni thief all at once.

Dante saw the pros, and the endless amounts of cons that this meant, but his consciousness egged him to consider, to repay the favour of kindness that he received when it had only brought Lily troubles and concerns.

He thought about arriving at a dark secluded dungeon, rescuing a babe and becoming the greatest caretaker that girl could ever… who was he kidding? He'll botch it completely, hell he was botching it right now. But the entire thing came out of left field, he just wasn't ready for any of that crap.

In the end, Dante swore to himself he'll give it a try. Just… not now. I'll clear things here and then… I'll find her.

Let it never be say that Dante is not a man of his word, it just took longer than he thought. It shamed him to admit that after over a year, he was finally walking through the residential area of Surrey, in London.

He'd honestly hadn't expected to take that long, but business was low. In a way it should be a good thing that demons weren't making their presence in the mortal realm, but it also meant he wouldn't get a paycheck. Even after so long, he hadn't even been able to come up with a name for his shop, too preoccupied with other things, namely the little girl he was looking for.

The whole trip was a mess from the moment he started traveling to Britain. It wasn't that he disliked the Isle, it's just that he detested it, especially for the fact that if those ministry wizards found out about his presence there, he'll have to deal with at least a couple of dozen Hit-wizards, which he wasn't feeling the need of meeting them any time soon.

Dante was getting frustrated, he was getting closer but this houses just irked him, every single one of them looked the same. He would never understand why the British would do something like this. Or was it a human thing?

He stopped at one of the houses marked as Number 4 Privet Drive. It was here. The energy emitted from the amulet that was given to Lily was in the house.

Also, there was a coat of magic surrounding the place, it seemed it meant to keep certain kinds of dangers away and it was attached to Lily's magic, or so Dante was able to discern from his observation. He might not be a wand-user but he grew up with a witch of a mother, quite literally; and besides, he wouldn't be good at his job if he didn't understood at least some of the powers of this world. Letting out a sigh, he knocked on the door. When there was no response, he started to play a catchy beat with the door.

Quickly after he started showcasing his skills at knocking doors, an oversized walrus opened the door. Dante's eyebrow rose when he noticed how purple the man was.

"What do you think you're doing?! Knocking on someone's home at the crack of dawn?! It's barely 4 AM!" The man shouted in whispers, clearly not trying to cause a scene and wake the entire neighbourhood.

"Ah, my dear man, haven't you heard? Those that wake at early dawn, god will bless them all?" Dante raised his arms in a lazy shrug, his cocky smirk already in place. As it seemed, the man was not amused.

"You hooligan! I'll call the cops on you, I bet you must be one of those freaks! What do you want?! We're already taking care of that little freak of a niece. Respectable people like – Eeep!" The man squealed in fear when Dante placed his Devil arm, Rebellion right in front of his eyes.

"Freak, you say? That's a funny way to call people, Mr Walrus. Show me the girl, now!"

The man spluttered, attempting to make a witty reply to the white-haired youth, but the sword pointed at him stopped him from doing something foolish. He started backing away with every step forward Dante took. "Where is she?"

The man was getting angrier, but Dante didn't care, "You and your lot are a bunch of ungrateful buffoons, you'll get what you're due!"

Dante was losing his cool really fast. This fat man wasn't cooperating in the least, so he focus on the energy of the girl. Her magic, the amulet, anything to get a sign. What he wasn't expecting was that it was all concentrated right below the stairs. Dante strode to the door of the cupboard, ignoring the man's protest and pushing him away all the same. There were several locks in the door, as if it was holding some sort of rabid animal inside. Dante was getting angry.

He swung his sword and the locks shattered. The man was shouting by now about nonsenses. The cupboard was dark but he had no problem in adjusting his sight. There, was a cot with a little girl curling away from him, she was afraid. What caught him off was how unlike Lily she look with her messy dark hair, but those eyes, it was definitely hers. Dante saw the red amulet hanging from her neck, so similar to his own, but not the same one. He did his best in ignore the fact that the place was cold for a human, and the several cobwebs and bugs inside.

He lowered his sword and gave the girl his dazzling smile, "Fancy meeting you here little miss." He gave a bow, kids like humour, right?

It seemed to have done… something. She was looking at him quizzically instead of scared, which was an improvement, Dante patted his back on the small victory. But when the girl didn't do anything else, he went for another approach. He pulled his mother's amulet. That gave her a reaction. She looked at it and glance at her own, then she jumped on to him hugging him fiercely.

"Daddy!" She sobbed. It was getting awkward by the time he felt the tears in his shoulder. He patted the girl's head, nonetheless. "I knew, I knew. I knew you would come!" Somehow the embrace got tighter.

"Uh… you got the wrong guy, little miss." She stopped the hug and stared at him, her face seemed about to crumble away, the sadness and disappointment was almost oozing from her.

"Then… then, who-who are you?" Her voice was almost like a whisper in the wind, he almost missed it.

"I'm a… friend of your mother."

"Mum?"

"Yeah, crazy lady. Scary as well, but I'm in debt to her, and I promised to take care of you, so I'm here to take you."

The girl's face lit up like the sun itself, radiating nothing but pure happiness at his words. Whether it was the comment about her mother, or leaving Privet Drive, it really didn't matter. The sadness she had just a minute ago was completely evaporated.

"Oh thank you, thank you!" She hugged him again. Dante was glad she was small, otherwise she could've broken something; not that it really mattered. Dante noticed something strange on her, there was a foreign energy lingering on her, it wasn't exactly demonic, but it was too tainted to be something good. It was on her forehead, where an oddly shaped scar marred her face. He'd have to do something about that, one way or another. "Come on! Let's go mister… um…"

"My name is Dante."

"Nice to meet you Dante, I'm Eva Potter."

Dante's breath hitched at that, of all the names Lily could've name her daughter. He was grateful, but it was still a painful reminder of his mother. "Let's get out of here." As he turned around, he was meeted by the sight of a shotgun barrel. That's unexpected, He couldn't help but noticed.

"I'll show you, you freak. Don't you think you can trespass my home like that." And then the trigger was pushed, and Dante fell with multiple holes in his face. Eva started crying and screaming. "You see, you idiotic girl! Those freaks friends of yours got what they deserved. Now-"He couldn't finish his thoughts when he saw the corpse of the devil hunter rising from the bloody floor.

"That wasn't nice." Dante said, grabbing the shotgun and throwing it away. As much as he wanted, he couldn't harm this man, it wasn't his style. Humans were so fragile, but psychological warfare wasn't out of the table. He grabbed the man's throat and pushed him to the wall. "You'll have to do better than that." His healing holes gave the man a fright, alongside his glare, and his hand preventing the man from breathing. In any case, he passed away from fear. Eva threw herself to him, again. Crying, again. He carried her, reassuring her everything was fine. He heard some screeches but paid it no mind.

As the first rays of sun were visible in the horizon, Dante could only think on one single thing. What the hell did I get myself into?

So, this story came out of left field. I was browsing through FF and saw a crossover between DMC and Harry Potter and found it interesting, but not exactly pleasing, so I felt the urge to write my own; which is pretty much committing suicide, due to the fact that I'm working in 5 stories and haven't being able to write properly in NONE of them. I'm also feeling starting other stories, so yeah, I'm not very smart.

If you somehow got here, I'm curious as to how and why, but also want to get some things clear. Timeline wise this is a horrid mess. I'll take my liberties and be vague about it, nothing about Harry Potter taking place in the 90s, none of that. I also have to shorten the events of the game, because I believe that from DMC3 to DMC4 there's at least 20 years, which is a no no in this fic for me. Then again, I don't know if I'll cover the plot of that game. I do want to give Eva (Potter) something to do, developing her magic, dealing with demons (don't worry, only when she's older) and getting her own powerful weapons; I have some ideas on that. The HP plot will take a backseat, for a good while, and when it gets relevant, it won't be too faithful to canon.

I must warn all readers that it's been a while since I play DMC, I own all of the games except for DMC5, so if there's mistakes (In the characters way of acting, events, etc) I do apologize. I always say that: Never take seriously my fics, they are meant to entertain you and help me improve as a writer and storyteller.

Let us cross our fingers for a good future. Ciao.