Harry Potter and the Millennium
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Notes:
According to this timeline, Harry is born in 1983, which means his
6th year is in the year 1999. Voldemort is defeated in Halloween
1984, and resurrected in 1997 For Hellsing, this is just after the
anime finished. It has to be this way, or this could never
happen.
Chapter
I – The Vision
"I'm going up to bed." Harry Potter, the Boy-who-Lived, announced.
His announcement was ignored, as was such in number 4, Privet Drive. The Dursleys had started ignoring him after he returned from school from the summer holidays. This was both good and bad news to Harry. Good, as Harry was no longer disturbed and taunted by his relatives. Bad, because Harry now have more time think… Of Sirius…
Sirius Black, Harry's godfather had died during Harry's fifth year at Hogwarts. He was foolish, and had been lured into this trap easily by his own curiosity and hatred for Snape. He had thought that Sirius was in danger, and was fooled by a mere house elf…
'No, don't think about Sirius…' Harry shook his head, trying to clear out his thoughts.
Harry walked up the stairs to his bedroom. He dropped into bed, without changing, and murmured,
"Sirius…"
A single tear found itself down his cheek and Harry wiped it away angrily. This was a nightly occurrence, every single night he would think of Sirius and how he had failed him. He was mourning, yes, but this was too much. He had gained dark circles under his eyes for all the sleepless nights he had spent crying over Sirius, and Harry was pretty sure that he would not want him to waste his life mourning over him.
With that thought in mind, Harry drifted into sleep…
Dream Sequence
It was a Death Eater meeting; the number had increased over the summer. Voldemort was, as usual, speaking.
"Wormtail, how is the Ministry coping with us?" Voldemort hissed, his snake-like tongue dragging out the esses.
"Milord, the Ministry had started the Auror Elite again. As milord knows, they had stopped many raids, although we have had no losses." Wormtail bowed.
"The Mudbloods and Muggle-lovers are forming a defense again… They would be crushed under our boots before long." The Dark Lord sneered, his face contorting in hatred.
The Death Eaters muttered their agreements, with a few jeering 'the Light Side'.
"Are you so sure of yourself to win this war?" A feminine voice cut through the murmurs and jeers.
"Who said that? Show yourself!" the Death Eaters' had gone totally silent.
"Of course!"
A woman stepped out of the shadows, a long musket in her right hand. On her left she dragged a bound and gagged man, who was desperately trying to escape. The woman had long, black hair that reaches her waist, and a complexion as pale as moonlight. She was effortlessly carrying the man in one hand, even though he seemed much heavier then her.
"Who are you?" Voldemort asked.
"I am the Huntress Rip van Winkle. How ever, I'm here today just as a special envoy for the Sturmbann-Fuehrer. We have a proposition for you." The Huntress grinned widely, showing too-long canines.
She tossed the man down, placing a single foot on him. Withdrawing her gun, she pointed it at the Dark Lord. The Death Eaters drew out their wands, shocked at her audacity to threaten their Dark Lord. Voldemort, however, did not make any move to defend himself.
"Stand down." He ordered.
There was a little square screen at the end of the long musket. It crackled to life. A short, fat man wearing a pristine white suit peered up to Voldemort.
"Ah! You must be the famed Dark Lord, no?"
"Yes, who are you, Muggle? Voldemort stared down to the man.
"I am Major, the leader of the Millennium Forces. We have a preposition for you. Show them, Huntress."
"Yes, Sturmbann-Fuehrer!" The Huntress saluted.
She grabbed the man at her foot, and took 3 vials out of her pocket. Each one of the vials contained a tiny chip, immersed in a green acid. She opened the vials and poured the whole contents over the man. He screamed, and the Death Eaters and Voldemort watched as the acid burned the man's flesh, and then tiny chips crawled inside the man. When all 3 chips are inside him, the man stopped screaming. His eyes glowed red, and he stood up and tore all the bindings off himself. He nearly launched himself towards one of the Death Eaters when Rip van Winkle grabbed him, and pushed him, once again, to the floor.
"That, was, one of the people you called "Muggles'. He is now a vampire; you are free to test his strength any way you wish. After all, he is simply a nonentity." The Major chuckled.
Voldemort narrowed his eyes and nodded. A simply 'imperio!' rendered the ex-Muggle under his control. The Huntress stepped forward and, out of a black portal she created, held out a long, thick steel beam. She handed it silently to the man, and Voldemort ordered him to bend the beam.
The vampire held the beam over his knee, and pressed down to it. It bent neatly around his leg. He held it up to Voldemort, eyes glassy. The Dark Lord handed it to one of the Death Eaters,
"Bend it back, if you can."
The wizard tried as he might, but he could not budge the beam. He handed it back to Voldemort, silently hoping that he would not be punished. The Dark Lord simply took the beam from him, and handed it back to the Huntress. She grinned widely, showing, again, her elongated canines.
"Satisfied? The chips are named FREAK chips; they create vampires out of humans instantly. We need your help, for the sorcery in the chips is getting low. In return, I offer the support of my 1000-strong Millennium Forces to aid you in your war. We would create the Third World War, and bring the world to our knees. However, we ask for a simple demonstration of your powers." The Major said.
"Do you have any more need for the man?"
"No."
The Dark Lord aimed his wand at the man, and whispered 'Avada Kedavra" The man slumped over, his eyes glassy. He was obviously dead.
The Major clapped his hands, "Very good, very good! Would you aid us?"
"Yes, but answer a question. How did you hear about me? You are, after all, a Muggle, and the worthless Ministry had been trying their best to keep us out of your sights." Voldemort frowned.
"That, my friend, is for you to find out and me to know. It is always good to keep mystery in a relationship, no? Good job, First Lieutenant, come back now, and bring the man."
"Yes, Sturmbann-Fuehrer!" The Huntress picked up the man effortlessly with one hand, and walked away. However, she turned back, and shouted,
"Tomorrow, you shall see our power!"
End Dream Sequence
Harry sat up in bed, panting and his scar burning. He was sure that he had just received a vision from Voldemort, even though Dumbledore had nearly defeated him. He hurried out of bed and to the small desk he had in his room. Harry dipped his quill into his inkpot and started to write, but whom to? Not Ron and Hermione, they would simply panic. In the past, he would just write to Srius, but he could not write to Sirius any more… Harry then had a brainwave, he would write to Remus!
Dear Remus,
I had a disturbing dream today, which I am pretty sure is a vision from Voldemort. He was offered a proposition by a 'Major' of a 'Millennium Forces'. I have no idea what it means, but the Major seemed to have chips that can turn people into vampires, instantly! The messenger who was there said that they would show their power tomorrow, but I have no idea what it means… Please help!
Thanks,
Harry
Upon finishing the letter, Harry woke Hedwig up and, with an indignant squawk at being awakened so early in the morning, sent her to Remus. He then dropped back in bed, trying to get some more sleep, and failing that, simply wait for dawn to come.
Next Chapter: Integral gets out of jail, and Judas is found…
Sturmbann-Fuehrer – The Millennium is part of the Schutzstaffeln, or the SS. Sturmbann-Fuehrer is only used in the fanatic SS, not the normal German army.
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