Five years had passed since that fateful night in Godric's Hollow. The world may have thought Harry Potter had disappeared, but in reality, he was growing up far from the wizarding world, under the care of his uncle Dante, one of the most legendary devil hunters to walk the Earth.
Hadrian, now six years old, had already seen and done more than most wizards would in their lifetime. Raised in the wild and dangerous world of Devil May Cry, he had grown up surrounded by people who had become his unconventional family. They weren't the typical guardians, but each had taken a role in shaping Hadrian into the person he was becoming.
Hadrian's Life at Devil May Cry
Dante had taken the lead, naturally. As Hadrian's uncle, he had taken responsibility for the boy's training and upbringing, but Dante wasn't exactly a father figure. He was more like a chaotic older brother—teaching Hadrian how to fight, how to use his demonic powers and even the art of snarky comebacks. Dante made sure Hadrian was tough, agile, and never without a sense of humor, despite the darkness that surrounded them. But more importantly, he protected Hadrian with everything he had, often joking that the boy was destined for greatness, even if that greatness sometimes involved blowing stuff up.
"You've got my devil blood, kid," Dante would often say, throwing a devilish grin over his shoulder as he practiced his swordplay. "That makes you pretty much invincible."
It wasn't just Dante, though. Lady—fierce, unrelenting, and always armed—was like the strict older sister. She had a no-nonsense approach, teaching Hadrian the importance of strategy, discipline, and never underestimating an enemy. Lady's methods were far more structured than Dante's, focusing on precision and preparation, which balanced out Dante's more reckless attitude. She also kept a watchful eye on him, making sure he didn't get into too much trouble—though with Dante around, that was easier said than done.
Trish, on the other hand, was the voice of reason. With her elegance and strength, she taught Hadrian about control. If Dante was the embodiment of raw power, Trish was the balance of grace. She often worked with Hadrian on his magical abilities—helping him harness his demonic side without losing himself to it. She could be both nurturing and stern, guiding him through the more dangerous aspects of his heritage.
Then there was Morrison—the crew's contact and occasional mentor. He wasn't a fighter, but he had a wealth of knowledge and experience. Morrison filled the gaps, teaching Hadrian about the world outside of demons and magic. He often gave Hadrian insight into the intricacies of the people they dealt with, preparing him to navigate the more subtle challenges he'd face. Whenever Dante or the others were off on missions, Morrison was there, making sure Hadrian was safe and always thinking ahead.
All of them had played a role in shaping Hadrian's young life. He had become something of a prodigy, blending the instincts of a devil hunter with the budding magical abilities that were growing stronger every day.
But despite all of that, there was still one piece of Hadrian's life that remained missing—his connection to the wizarding world. The world he had been born into, and the legacy of his parents, still hovered in the background, waiting to resurface.
The Confrontation with Sirius Black
It happened one afternoon, not long after Hadrian's sixth birthday. He was in the training room at Devil May Cry, watching as Dante practiced his usual sword maneuvers, when suddenly, the door to the shop flew open with a loud bang.
Standing in the doorway, panting and wild-eyed, was a man Hadrian had never seen before. His clothes were ragged, his long black hair tangled, and there was a desperation in his eyes that immediately set Dante on edge.
"Where is he?" the man demanded, his voice rough and strained. "Where's Harry? Where's my godson?"
Hadrian blinked, instinctively stepping back as the man's frantic gaze settled on him. Godson? He didn't understand.
Dante, however, didn't miss a beat. His sword, Rebellion, was in his hand before anyone could blink, and in the next instant, he was across the room, grabbing the man by the collar and lifting him off the ground as though he weighed nothing at all.
"You've got some nerve bursting in here like that," Dante growled, his grip ironclad. "Who the hell are you?"
The man, though clearly taken aback by Dante's speed and strength, gritted his teeth and didn't back down. "I'm Sirius Black," he spat, "and that boy is my godson! I've been searching for him for five years, and I'm not leaving without him!"
Before Sirius could even raise his wand, Dante threw him across the room like a ragdoll. Sirius crashed into the far wall with a grunt, his wand clattering to the floor. Dante casually strolled over, standing over Sirius with his sword resting on his shoulder.
"Listen, pal," Dante said, his voice cold. "I don't know what your deal is, but no one takes the kid from me. He's family. If you've got a problem with that, we can settle it right now."
Hadrian watched in wide-eyed shock. No one ever fought with Dante and came out on top, but the man, Sirius, didn't seem scared. If anything, he seemed even more determined.
Struggling to his feet, Sirius wiped the blood from his lip and glared at Dante. "I'm not here to fight you, but I will if I have to. I'm his godfather! I promised Lily and James I'd protect him!"
The name Lily made Dante pause. He narrowed his eyes, his sword lowering slightly. "Lily?"
Sirius nodded, his breath still labored. "Lily Potter. His mother. She and James were my best friends. I've been searching for their son ever since that night."
Hadrian stepped forward, unable to stay silent any longer. "Lily? My mom?" He looked from Sirius to Dante, confusion swirling in his young mind. "What's going on? Why are you saying you know my mom?"
Dante sighed, sheathing his sword and turning to face Hadrian. "I guess it's time I told you the truth, kid."
He ran a hand through his white hair, clearly not thrilled about having this conversation but knowing it was inevitable.
"Your mom, Lily… she was my sister." Dante's voice softened. "That makes me your uncle."
Hadrian's eyes widened. "My uncle?"
Sirius, who had managed to get back on his feet, stared at Dante in shock. "Your sister? How… how could you not tell anyone? We thought her family was gone. I had no idea she had a brother."
Dante shrugged, leaning against the wall. "Lily and I were separated when we were kids. After… well, a lot of stuff happened. I lost track of her for years. When I found out what happened that night, it was already too late." His gaze hardened. "But I swore I'd protect her son. That's why he's been with me."
Hadrian felt a weight in his chest as the pieces started to fall into place. He had always known that there was more to his family than what Dante had told him, but now it all made sense. His mother, his real family, had been connected to this man—Sirius.
Sirius looked at Hadrian, his expression softening. "I'm sorry, Harry—Hadrian. I've been searching for you ever since that night. I would've come sooner, but I didn't know where you were. I've been through hell to find you."
Dante crossed his arms, his protective instinct still strong, but there was less hostility in his voice now. "You're telling the truth, aren't you? You really are his godfather."
Sirius nodded. "I swore to James and Lily that I'd look after him. I've been running ever since, trying to find him. And now that I have… I don't want to take him away from you. But he deserves to know about his parents. He deserves to know about the wizarding world."
There was a long silence as Dante considered Sirius's words. Finally, he pushed away from the wall and gave a small nod. "Alright. You can stay. But the kid's been through enough. If you want to be a part of his life, you'll have to earn it. Understand?"
Sirius, still sore from being tossed like a ragdoll, gave a grateful nod. "I understand. And thank you."
Dante glanced at Hadrian, a rare softness in his eyes. "Looks like you've got more family than you thought, kid."
Hadrian, still processing everything, looked between the two men and nodded slowly. "I guess I do."