A/N – I am one hell of a bloody idiot! I know next to nothing about Helsing and here I am! Well, I hope that you do like it! This isn't beta-ed at all, so sorry for any mess ups!
Story notes – This is a crossover fic, however, it takes place in the Harry Potter universe. You see, Gabriel Van Helsing is an Angel…of sorts….a fallen angel or one sent by God to eradicate evil. Well, it goes along those lines, I'm not sure about what Gabriel Van Helsing is! But, he is alive!
Hem, Carl…well, he might be reincarnated, though I don't believe in that stuff. And I am not sure if he will be in this or not. So please, don't kill me if he isn't!
This is AU only for those Harry Potter fans out there! This takes place after Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince – all you Van Helsing fans should read the HP series, it is really good! Dumbledore did not die – Draco didn't have the courage to do it and Snape didn't get there in time. Snape is an EVIL spy, I don't like him so all you Snape-lovers out there…DON'T KILL ME!
About the Horcruxes – There are seven Horcruxes – the Dark Lord Voldemort made them himself. In each he put a little piece of his soul, so that he wouldn't die so easily. Two of these are believed to be the ring of which Dumbledore comes into possession of in HBP, and Tom Riddle's (AKA Voldemort) diary. The Diary held an impression of a sixteen year old Riddle, and was destroyed by Harry Potter with a Baskalisk fang as a weapon against the diary. Besides that, I do not know what else might be a Horcrux, so I shall make it up as I go along.
Well, with that out of the way…let's enjoy this, shall we?
Disclaimer – I do not own! The only thing I own is the plot!
Van Helsing and the Seven Horcruxes
Chapter 1
If you're late, run like hell. – Van Helsing to Anna
Why couldn't his job be easier, Gabriel Van Helsing couldn't help but wonder as he search the decrepit old house that sat on the outskirts of a village that really didn't have a name. The house had been dubbed 'The Riddle Manor' for some odd reason and Van Helsing found that it worked quite remarkably for the house.
This house sat on a hill with a stone wall about it, the iron gate hung off its hinges and creaked eerily in the winds – not far off, a howl of a wolf could be heard as was the fluttering of bats wings. Van Helsing lowered his hat across his scarf enclosed face, this scene of the old house set against a full moon night reminded him of Castle Frankenstein in Transylvania. However, old memories couldn't be bothered at the moment.
"It is in there," said the old woman besides him, she was very old and was hunched. She leaned heavily on a staff, dirty white hair framed a warty face.
"What is 'it'? And how do I kill 'it'?" Van Helsing asked.
"He is the Dark Lord – said to be the spawn of Satin," the woman replied.
"I know the spawn of satin, and I killed him ages ago," Van Helsing replied.
"You must speak of Dracula…but he is not the only Son of Satin," the woman said.
"I don't doubt you, however, I want to know if I can stake this thing to the wall or not," Van Helsing sighed in irritation. The wizened woman cackled like an old witch about to do something horrid.
"He is not a Vampire…he is a very powerful Wizard!"
"Brilliant, just what I needed," Van Helsing decided that there was nothing to be gained by standing at the old wall and not doing anything, so he ventured a step inside the yard. His left hand drew out a silver encrusted pistol. He had six shots in it, and he hoped it was all that he would need. However, he also with drew a knife that was about two feet in length.
"May God have mercy on your soul," the old woman whispered, but Van Helsing didn't reply. She went on her way then; cackling about as if she had lost her mind.
For his part, Van Helsing was very much glad to be rid of her; he had been afraid of being caught before he was able to get inside the old manor. Nothing had happened outside and he hoped that this mission would be over by the end of the night. Though, a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach was never a good sign when he was on one of his missions.
As he slinked inside the barely open front door – he thought he could hear some voices. They were too soft for him to hear the conversation correctly; however, he did take care to not make a noise as he entered the old house.
Another thing that reminded Van Helsing of Frankenstein's castle and that of Dracula was the amount of cob webs, lack of light, and the ever increasing feeling of creepy-ness that encased the place. His shadow was almost like that of a spider as he ventured up the staircase, he stopped as a step creaked, but then went on. His pistol drawn and ready for whatever it was that he would come into contact with whenever he reached the second floor of the house.
Van Helsing found himself at the end of a long corridor; the old paintings on the walls glared at him and he could have sworn that some of them moved to whisper something to its neighbor. He dismissed this as his imagination and moved on. He soon came to a door; it was closed, but he could see light by way of the crack at the bottom between door and the flooring. He sidled up to it and pressed his ear against the key hole.
"My Lord, we have discovered nothing of Dumbledore's movements," a sniveling voice came from behind the closed door.
"What? Did I not send you out with strict order's?"
"Yes, My Lord…"
"Then stop groveling and get to it!" the Lord yelled.
Van Helsing heard hurried footsteps; he backed away from the door and disappeared into the darkness just as the door opened and a rat-like man stepped out. The man did not notice the hunter as he scrambled away. The door was again shut, but by someone else.
"Lucius tell me what you have found," the Lord said. Van Helsing couldn't help but eaves drop just a bit more. Maybe there was more to this than reached the eye.
"Potter hasn't left the saftey of his relatives home,"
"Good – keep an eye on Potter, bring him to me when you get the chance," the Lord laughed evilly at that last. Van Helsing was forced to retract his earlier comment. This Lord was worse than Dracula could ever HOPE to be!
The meeting progressed; most of the information was lost on Van Helsing but he filed it away for future use – that was when he noticed that it was getting lighter. The shadows about him were no longer as dark as they had been before. He must have been there for hours. Van Helsing was just about to make up his mind as to what course of action he should take. It would be harder to take down his target with a room full of other beings, and yet he had to do something!
"Who are you?" a voice behind Van Helsing made him cringe, so much for a quiet entry. He spun and aimed his pistol – "You're worst nightmare," he said as he fired at the rat-of-a-man.
His pistol shot tore through the others shoulder; wounding him badly. Van Helsing spun and kicked the door in. A green light flashed towards him, but he gave it no heed as he dodged and aimed a kick at the nearest man, who went down. He shot the next closest man, and the fight when on from there.
Van Helsing did not know a thing about wizards, if he had, he would have known that the green was dangerous, but since it never got close to him, and the cross fire usually got one of his opponents, he hardly minded. He shot another man, but that was the last shot in his gun, now his knives went to work. He maimed and killed, many others in the room.
After what felt like a life time; but was really ten minutes of spare time, Van Helsing registered that no one else was an immediate threat. But, the Lord had escaped. The coward hadn't even stood there like the beast he was to fight! At least Dracula fought him!
Van Helsing let out a growl that sounded wolfish in nature as he stalked out of the room and down the stairs. As he exited the house moments later, the sun had just begun to rise and the flaming sphere made the hunter blink. He put his knives away in deep pockets of his dark leather coat and brought out his gun, he reloaded his pistol and stowed it away again. He would get that blasted wizard, no matter what hell he had to g through in order to it!
This promise he made to God as he stalked down the street.
"They found them all dead, but not by any curses," Arthur Weasley informed the Order of the Phoenix. Council had been called just an hour before when ministry alarms had gone off. Arthur Weasley had gotten to the Riddle Manor first – but it was actually the Auror's who had discovered the carnage in the second floor bedroom. But since the victims had been Death Eater's, Arthur really didn't give a care of who had done the killing, he just wanted to thank the person. It was ten less Death Eaters to worry about.
"What do you mean by no curses?" Mad-Eye Moody asked.
"It's just what I told you, it was blood shed, carnage, the only curses found were that of the Killing Curse, and whoever did the killing was not amongst the Death Eaters," Arthur replied.
"Still," Dumbledore interrupted, "We must find out who it was,"
"Why? Maybe it was a vigilante or someone like that," Tonks said.
"What if this person is a Muggle? If Tom knew of the perpetrator, than we must also find out," Dumbledore replied.
"Oh, that will be easy, the only things used were bronze bullets and that of knives, at least that is what the Coroner tells me," Arthur huffed.
"Still, be on the look out, everyone," Dumbledore replied. The meeting was dismissed then and everyone filed out of the old Black Manor.
A/N – For those Van Helsing fans, the Killing Curse is an Unforgivable Curse and outlawed by the Wizarding community, this either garners a stay in Azkaban (the wizard Prison) or the Dementor's Kiss. A Dementor is sort of like a demon, in a way, they suck out all the good feelings in a person, leaving them depressed. A Dementor's Kiss is when the Dementor sucks out the soul of the victim. This is the most severe sentence that the Wizarding world can pass on anyone!