A/N: I don't own Hellsing or Harry Potter. They belong to their respective owners.
Just finished watching Hellsing and I couldn't help this urge to write something light about these two fandoms. Anyway, English is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any mistake.
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Chapter 1
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Harry stood in the grand ballroom, nursing his drink while watching the people around him mingled with each other. Some were dancing to the slow music resonated in the lavish room and some were chatting animatedly albeit in a quiet manner simply asking about each other's wellbeing or making polite conversation.
This ball, as far as he knew was held to celebrate the men and women who had done so much for the cause of the country. The crowned Knights, the war hero like himself and his best friends, politicians, and influential businessman were all invited to the ball. The Queen herself had demand for such gathering to be made to show her appreciation to them. It was held every year since five years ago and only during three years before that he was invited to be here. It was such an honor to be appreciated, but he never cared much for a gathering like this.
His two best friends who had come together with him were dancing with each other, enjoying each other's presence looking very much in love just like when they started dating after Voldemort had been defeated. He smiled seeing those two. They just couldn't stop being lovey dovey with each other even after 5 years of marriage. They had married right after they finished their study at Hogwarts and he couldn't have been happier for the two of them. He as expected was Ron's best man.
A happy union was much welcomed after those lives that they had lost during the war. He himself tried to continue his relationship with Ginny, and they had dated for a few months before they both noticed that it was not going to work out between them. Harry thought he was right in pursuing his relationship with Ginny but during their time as a couple, he noticed that Ginny didn't really understand him as a person, as an ordinary Harry Potter with his flaw and mistake. She was so into the Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived to really notice the real him. And they happened to want different thing in life. They were just too different. So they parted way in good terms.
He was brought out of his memory when he saw Ron and Hermione walking towards him from the corner of his eyes. He grinned at them when they were closer.
"Harry, put the drink away and pick some ladies to have a dance," Hermione reprimanded him with her usual bossy tone.
"I'm fine right here on my own," he quickly rejected her idea.
"Seriously mate, this is our third time being invited to the ball and you always end up coming alone and not having even one dance during your time here," Ron put in his two cents. "I'm beginning to worry that you'll end up being alone for the rest of your life."
Harry sorted at his best mate. "You don't have to worry about me Ron. I'm 23, I'll have plenty of time to find a suitable woman before I get married for real," he said with a roll of his eyes.
Just then, two gentlemen standing not too far from them spoke in a rather angry tone, catching the attention of the trio. Harry recognized the two of them as Sir Island and Sir Penwood, the crowned Knights of the Convention of Twelve or sometimes called Knights of the Round Table, and his ears perked up to hear what they were talking about. It was interesting to know what those elite people were going to gossip about.
He smirked at his two best friends when he noticed the similar interest on their faces. Then again, there was not much that they could do at a gathering like this, waiting for the Queen herself to arrive and keep the party going before they all could go home. They might as well find something to keep themselves entertained.
"How dare Sir Hellsing be late to this event," Sir Penwood muttered angrily to the other man. "Sir Hellsing didn't even bother to show up to this ball for the past four years. Are you sure that stubborn brat is going to show up tonight. This is the fifth invitation already, and it comes from Her Majesty directly. Do you think that brat dares to pull a little stunt and make some excuses to not come here tonight and go against the Queen's wishes?" He huffed with frustration.
"I am quite sure that Sir Hellsing will be here tonight, I already asked Walter for confirmation," Sir Island said, trying to appease the fuming man next to him.
Harry could see that Sir Penwood was still looking unsatisfied with the answer. Somehow, he made Harry thought of a spoiled child throwing tantrum for not getting his way. The only difference here was it was a grown man throwing a fit.
"Then how dare that insolent child be late?" He demanded. Harry saw Sir Island sighed at his friend's antic. He then noticed that Sir Island was looking his way so he averted his eyes looking elsewhere instead. From the corner of his eyes, he saw the two walking in his direction.
"Mr. Potter," he heard Sir Island called out to him. He looked at him with a nod and a small smile on his face.
"Sir Island, Sir Penwood," he greeted offering his hand to the two of them for a handshake. "Nice to see you again."
"Nice to see you too. You two Mr. and Mrs. Weasley," he said noticing his best friends beside him. "So I take it you enjoy the party?" He asked making a small talk.
"So far yes," he replied politely.
They chat for a while but neither Harry nor Ron and Hermione brought up the topic of Sir Hellsing. And when Sir Island and Sir Penwood politely excused themselves to go and greet other people, the trio was left to their own device again.
"So who is this Sir Hellsing?" Harry muttered quietly. Ron just shrugged his shoulder quite in the dark about it himself, and automatically both boys turned towards Hermione.
Hermione looked at them incredulously. "Why are you looking at me? I don't know Sir Hellsing," she said.
"Well, most of the time you know everything," Ron said with a sheepish grin.
Hermione just rolled her eyes at both of them. "How should I know him? I don't exactly run in the same circle you know," she uttered pointedly although she looked a bit miffed for that.
Typical Hermione. She just hated not knowing.
"But we could do a little research on him when we get home. I'm curious about him myself after hearing that. It's not every day that we see someone dare to act like that towards the Queen," she said conspiratorially.
Harry nodded his head. "He must be young," he said.
"What? Why do say that?" Ron inquired.
"Sir Penwood called him a brat, an insolent child. So I guess he must be someone our age," he deduced.
"I think you're right," Hermione agreed with a nod of her head.
"Well, I'm interested to know what he did to get invited to this ball," Ron muttered. "Everybody here is certainly someone very important to the country," he said looking around them.
Ron's words made Harry pondered on the thought. What did Sir Hellsing do indeed and more importantly, who was he?
Boy, they were in for a shocker when they realize who this Sir Hellsing really was.
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Harry leaned his back against the balcony in boredom. He was facing the ballroom inside so he could see Ron and Hermione on the floor, dancing in each other's embrace once again. He was getting tired already. He couldn't wait for the night to end so that he could go home and crashed on his comfy bed. The only comfort he took at this time was that he didn't have to go to work tomorrow because it was weekend. Being an Auror at the Ministry needed him to be alert and on guard. He didn't think he would appear fresh and sharp should he have to work tomorrow.
He sighed wishing that the night would go by quickly. He was bored. Nothing interesting had happened since his eavesdropping on Sir Island and Sir Penwood's conversation earlier.
Then, his eyes caught something or rather someone, a girl inside the ballroom. He frowned in confusion. He never met the girl before in the three times he had been here, and he made an effort to know who was who to ensure that he didn't offend anyone by not knowing them when forced into a conversation later.
Harry saw her looking around with a slight frown on her face. She was beautiful. Anyone could see that but there was something about her that made his interest perked.
She walked towards one of the table in the room and her black dress swayed elegantly with every step she took towards her destination. She took a red wine with her before she sat at the table, looking uninterested with what was happening around her.
He wondered who the girl was. She looked harmless enough but he could feel the mysterious aura around her, dark and dangerous. It sent chills running down his spine. Harry continued his silent observation of the girl. She made no effort to socialize and just content being on her own. Sometimes, her eyes looked glazed over as if she was focusing on something and she would make an annoyed expression later on.
He watched as a young man neared her and spoke to her, probably asking for a dance and he saw the tiny sighed she made before she stood up and let herself to be led towards the dance floor. He frowned in confusion, it was obvious that she didn't want to dance from the reluctant look on her face but why did she accept it anyway?
It's not like I care, he thought silently.
It was only a moment later that he saw her back to her seat with an even more annoyed look on her face. Harry craned his neck towards the dance floor to see that her dance partner was standing on there with pale face looking lost and flustered.
What the hell happened? He wondered to himself.
Harry saw her sipped her wine elegantly and chose to observe more on his current subject. This girl was intriguing.
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Integra sighed in annoyance as she took a sip of her red wine. Coming here was certainly a mistake, but it was not like she could evade it anymore. Her Majesty herself had written her a letter with an invitation card, saying that she hoped to see her at the ball. Now, she couldn't say no after that could she. Not only that she had to come here, Sir Island had the nerve to reprimand her to act like a lady and not scare away any young man who came to ask her for a dance.
That was why she had accepted when the man earlier came and asked for a dance. She only got a name out of the man when he introduced himself. Mr. Fray she thought his name was for when she replied 'Integra Hellsing', the man was frozen on his feet and he suddenly went pale at the mention of her name. He stuttered with apology and that's when Integra chose to assure the poor man that it was fine and she proceeded to leave him there on his own. She hoped that he got his bearing back with her being as far away from him as possible.
She sipped her red wine carefully and thought about the poor guy's reaction to her name. He must have known of her and her reputation if he was behaving like that. Or he knew of her pet vampire, Alucard, the no-life king. Well, what could she say, she was a scary woman. She had to be in her line of work. And Alucard was another definition of scary. She mentally snorted. Scary couldn't really describe the man.
Well, that's certainly a praise coming from you Master, came the voice of the vampire king inside her head.
Alucard, I don't want to hear from you as long as I am here tonight, she said to him through their mental link. Sometimes, their connection and bond was a pain in the ass.
But then how can I protect you when you are so far away from me? He protested. You didn't even bring me along to the ball, he whined somewhat accusingly at her.
Integra mentally rolled her eyes at her pet vampire's antic. He could be so childish sometimes. I promise to call for you if I am in danger. Happy now? It's not like you can't materialize here in a matter of a second to protect me, she said to him mentally.
It takes more than a second for me to get to you Master. It depends on how far you are from me, he said stubbornly.
I will be fine! She insisted. A minute won't take much difference to get here anyway. Now don't bother me for tonight. I don't want to argue with you mentally and have these folks look at me like I'm crazy, she scolded him.
But Master, it is so much fun to bother you when you are meeting those old fools, he said.
That's it! Don't bother me when I'm at this ball tonight. That's an order! She practically yelled at him inside her head. She was relieved to hear no response from her clingy servant.
She took another sipped of her drink when she saw a man approaching her. He stopped in front of her and held out his hand like a real gentleman.
"Would you care for a dance?" He asked with a small smile on his face.
Integra looked at the young man unsurely. She didn't know who he was, but she might know of him later when he gave her a name, and it was not like she could really deny him of the dance. She saw Sir Island and Sir Penwood was watching her like a hawk from the corner of her eyes.
She saw the unknown man looked in the direction of her gaze and she quickly replied. "Sure," she said as she placed her hand in his, letting herself to be led away towards the dance floor for the second time that night.
"Did they tell you not to turn down any dance offered to you even though you don't really feel like dancing?" The man suddenly said as they swayed slowly to the music.
Integra had the grace to look at her dance partner with a slightly guilty face. There was no used to lie to him anyway. "Yeah," Integra drawled with a sigh. Looking like the kid caught with hands in the cookie jar. "Sorry," she added after some thought.
"It's okay," he said looking amused for unknown reason to her. He gave her a small smile and she replied kindly in return with her own. She took the time to observe the man dancing with her. He was handsome and he had the greenest eyes she'd ever seen. His unruly hair only made him look more attractive in her eyes.
"I'm Harry by the way. Harry Potter," he introduced himself.
"I see," she said as the realization dawned on her. She read about this man before. He was some sort of war hero along with two of his friend. They were among the main people who played major part in fighting a dark lord that was terrorizing the wizardry community in England.
"You seem like you know of me," he said.
"Yeah, I've read about you before. Don't get me wrong, but it is sort of my job to know about the major thing that happen in England, to assess any threat to the country and be prepared to take action when ordered to," she explained.
"So I'm a threat now?" Harry said with a raised eyebrow.
"No," she quickly interjected. "Not you Mr. Potter but the dark lord and his followers that you were fighting with. Voldemort, not you," she said, hoping that she didn't offend him somehow. She couldn't care less about offending some people any other day because most of the time they deserved it. This Harry Potter didn't seem like he deserve it, yet.
She saw the amused smile playing on his lips. "I know, I'm just joking," he said. "And call me Harry," he added.
"And you can call me Integra," she replied with a small upturned of her lips.
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To be continued
A/N: That's it for Chapter 1. So what do you guys think?