Harry Potter bloodied fangs
Chapter 1;
The no life prince
HARRY POV:
It was a horrible experience really. Happy cheery and LOUD, oh so very loud to the point of driving any with enhanced hearing nearly insane. This wasn't even including the blond git who smelt so strongly of hair jell and dark magic he was half expecting him to turn into a bat that screams "WEE!" every time it shows up. He loathed that he had to attend the school, but worse yet, the stupid minister of magic Cornelius Fudge forbid him, Seras and Alucard from using Floo or Portkey travel. His thoughts were interrupted when the compartment door was opened and a timid looking girl in a black cloak walked in, a large trunk tucked under her arm.
"No Life Prince" she stated, sitting down opposite him. He glared at her with red and green flecked eyes through his rounded orange tint wireframe glasses which was obscured by his black fedora with green trim. The girl lowered her hood to reveal bushy brown hair which was poorly taimed and redish brown eyes which stared back at him with a wary curiosity.
"who are you Dilphmir?" He asked, trying to pinpoint exactly why the girl looked familiar and if she was a threat or not. So far it was a maybe, the one word grandpa alucard hated more than anything. Maybe.
"Hermione Van Winkle Granger." The girl replied, she found a 16 inch grey, antifreak, explosive silver round handgun pointed at her nose, a smile crossed her lips. "My my, temper temper." She laughed. She grabbed the gun and shoved the barrel into her mouth, a bemused smirk formed around the gun.
"So, death wish is it girl?" He asked with a cocked brow as he pulled the hammer of the gun back, loading a blessed silver bullet with explosive tip. She grinned wider. "The bird of hermies is my name, Eating my wings to keep me tame" he recited with a smirk before he pulled the trigger back.
The hammer fell, striking the bullet and setting of it's propellant charge. It shot forwards with a loud crack, tearing through the barrel and into the girl's head. The back of her head exploded into a mist of blood as she slouched into the gun which now protruded from the back of her head. The blood which stained the wall began to wiggle and move back towards the girl like rivers to an ocean.
He removed his gun, slightly amused but mostly annoyed. He paid no attention to the ginger haired kid in the doorway who looked sick as the flesh knitted itself back together and brain tissue surged together amiss tendrils of black and wailing faces of agony and fear. The ginger fled before it was over, the stench of urine and fecies following his leave. "done yet?" he asked in a bored tone.
"Yes, its rather boring being the one doing the killing all the time….Sometimes all I want is a nice big war." Hermione stated simply then she frowned. "but that would be senceless." He wasn't expecting that, after all having talked to Rip Van Winkle who was obviously this girl's mother, he was expecting tinker tailor bullcrap. "Not the war, but fighting for no reason. I like protecting humans,nice change of pace really from those old goat fuckers father told me about when he was held by Milenuim in his teens." She then shook her head and stuck out her hand in greeting. "Anyway, good day to you."
"Hello, Miss granger, I am Harry Dracul-Potter" he introduced with a shake of his hand while sliding his handgun away into his black and green overcoat. "But unless you prove friendly and non harmfull to the humans, I wont hesitate to blow your brains out all over the wall again, regenerator or not, pump you with enough silver and you will still die."
"I definitely like you a lot." Hermione smirked, revealing her left fang in the process. "How do I go about joining Hellsing?"
"You don't have any ties to us and Sir Integra doesn't takein strays, give me a reason not to shoot you instead." Harry scoffed. He knew Integra had a real strong point on "not taking in Strays" he found that ironic really as he would have been considered a stray himself if he'd left his relative's 'friendly' care at the age of 7, but no. That idiot Dudly just had to smash a vase and that was somehow his, "THE FREAK'S" fault and was locked into the cupboard, infact he was also kind of greatful for that act of "mercy" on his relative's part as when the vampire burst into the house he was spared until his inheritance kicked in, he smiled fondly at the memory of utter amusement and shock plastered on the face of his grandfather as he ripped the bloated vampire to shreds with his bare hands and survive having a fist rammed through his chest and heart. It hurt, sure, but only for a moment.
"Easy, I, Hermione Van Winkle Granger herby call into effect the bloodline contract arranged by Dan Granger and Lily Evens Dracul Potter between myself and Harry Dracul-Potter so mote it be." Hermione stated simply as black and red auras sprung around both vampire and half vampire before mingling into one and dissapating. A devilish smirk tugged once again at her lips.
"A marriage contract eh? Whats to stop me blowing your head off again Granger?" Harry asked, fingering his handgun in his jacket. She shrugged, clearly not worried. He frowned, she called his fucking bluff. FUCK! The ride was silent asides from the blond idiot he smelt a mile away, a timmid boy who was looking for a toad with help from a snobbish ginger boy wearing a badge and the trolly lady from who they bought a box of blood deffinately was saving some for Seras who he saw as an aunt.
It was night time when the train began to slow and they got changed. Both only needing to will their clothes to change into uniform. Although hermione did keep her hood. When they reached the station they left their luggage in their compartments as instructed and followed a half giant to a dock where a fleet of small boats waited. Both harry and hermione frowned at this. Over water with no dirt of their homeland, this would suck. The were right, by the end, they both had migranes and felt fatigued.
As they entered the entrance hall they were met with a stern looking witch in green robes. "Greetings, I am Minerva McGonagall, deputy headmistress here at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In a moment you will head through these doors in a orderly and timely fashion. You shall be sorted into one of four houses, Griffendore, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and…slytherin" she practicly hissed the last word, clearly the list was in order of favorite. "you will be sorted and once you do you shall be seated at your house table. Remember, while you are here your house is your family. I shall return shortly, in the mean time, freshen up." She gave a distasteful look to Nevile who had his cloak tucked behind his ear and the ginger who had a smudge of something on his nose. The same boy who ran off earlier. He was still looking nurvously at Harry and Hermione. With that, Mcgonagall left through the massive stone doors.