Harry Hellsing

(Authors note: "…" signifies speech, …signifies thought. Also please be easy on me as this is my first story. Also all flames will stored in my basement and used to keep me warm in the cold winter months of Canada.)

Date: November 1st, 1981

Time: 08:00

Place: #4 Privet Drive, Surrey, England.

"VERNON!" Petunia Dursley screams in the early morning.

"Yes my flower, what is it?" Vernon Dursley replies to his wife as he drinks his morning coffee.

"That ABOMINATION that spawned from my sister is here." Pertunia snarls, "And the FREAKS want US to take care of It."

"What about the Bastards parents?" Vernon replies through gritted teeth, "They ditch It or something?"

"They're dead Vernon, murdered by another FREAK." Petunia spits out.

"WHAT!" Vernon yells, "That THING is not staying with us then. Give It here dear."

"What are you going to do with It?" asks Petunia as curiosity grabs her.

"Theres an orphanage a couple of blocks from my work. I'll drop It off there." Vernon replies cooly as he grabs It and walks out the door.

Thump…VROOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM. Vernon speeds out the door.

Hope the Freaks don't come looking for It Goes through Petunias head before she goes back to her normal morning routine. Taking in the milk, feeding the baby beachball, etc.

Vernon Dursley flies down the road to work as he does every morning. This morning is different however, because this time he drives right past his work before turning a corner and parking infront of an orphanage. The huge sign up front says 'St.Clares Orphanage'. Vernon quickly passes by it with the Abomination and heads up to the front desk.

"Hello" Vernon says in his best attempt to be polite, "I'd like to drop off my sister-in-laws child. The poor Lads parents have just recently died but my Wife and I are already much to burdened with out own child. Could you please take him?"

The secretary scrutinizes Vernons appearance before looking at the child. "Please tell me his name and anything else you can about the child so as we may better care for him." the secretary replies reluctantly at the fact she'll have to fill out more paper work.

"His name is Harry James Potter and he was born on July 31st, 1980." Vernon quickly replies before handing baby Harry over to the secretary and dashing out the front door.

"Well that was different, eh kid?" the secretary says to the little baby Harry, "Lets put you in a crib."

Was this the destiny of Harry James Potter, Hero of the Wizarding World? To be raised in a muggle orphanage. I think not.

1 year later.

"I really don't see why I have to do this Walter" the platinum blonde haired woman says to her butler.

"You need an heir and since you REFUSE to get married this is the only other way." The butler replies smoothly.

"Fine, but why now. Why not in a few years?" the platinum blonde haired lady says as she tries once more to get out of the responsibility that his motherhood.

"You must get an heir now because of the risk that you might not be around soon." Walter once again smoothly replies, irking another nerve on his master.

"Lets just get this over with"replies the woman. "You there, show me the children." She promptly asks the secretary.

"Right this way" the secretary replies as she fearfully leads one of the most powerful woman in England through the orphanage.

The blonde woman and the butler quickly move from crib to crib looking in on the children till they stop at one of the cribs and stare down. The woman slowly leans forward and suddenly a tiny hand quickly reaches up and grabs the glasses off of her face and starts laughing.

"Why you little…." The woman growls as she snatches back her glasses from the emerald eyed thief.

"I take it that you choose this one madame?" Walter asks with a half smile growing on his face.

"Hmph, might as well." She quickly looks to the secretary "Tell me what you can of this child, I'll be taking him with me."

"His name is Harry James Potter, madame." Replies the secretary quickly. "He was born on July 31st, and was brought in here last year because his parents died."

"I see." The woman says as to the secretary. "I've got one thing left so say." She growls as she lookds down at baby Harry, "DON'T you EVER take my glasses again brat."

"Welcome to the Hellsing family Mr.Potter, welcome indeed." Walter says to himself as he watches the scene.