Potter-Hellsing
By: Rannath
Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter, Hellsing, The Bet, etc
Chapter One: Where is the world is Carme… The-Boy-Who-Lived.
Harry panted heavily as he ran from his cousin, again. They were "playing" his cousin's favourite game, "Harry hunting". He was quite a bit faster then his cousin, but his cousin's friends kept up with him. Up ahead, to the left, there was a park, and to the right, a street that lead to the mall, which would be packed at this time of day. Harry makes a right, and the rest as we say is history.
At another time, in another place a small black cat sits staring into a well mesmerized by its flowing miasma. A well rounded woman walks up behind him and leans over to look into the well too. The cat glances at the woman, idly notes the excellent view her position gives him then turns back to the well.
"What's the new bet for, Toltiir, Ranma again? Tenchi?" The cat turns to look at the woman and smirks.
"No, no, no, we're moving out of those universes for a while. We've had enough of them." The woman looks patiently at the cat, who begins to sweat under the look of motherly disappointment. He sighs and curses Hathor for her lacking sense of humour then continues, "We found another interesting and wide-sped mortal to manipulate for the time being. A young man named Harry Potter." Hathor smiles serenely and gazes down into the well,
"Is that him, the one being chased?" Toltiir nods and Hathor gazes more intently into the well, as if searching for something. After a short while a smile appears on her face and she holds her hand out towards Toltiir, who uses his tail to flick a pebble into her hand. With a practised throw Hathor launches the peddle into the well. In the well the peddle can be seen hiting a pipe.
Back with Harry, he could go left and end up at the park or right and end up at the mall, for all the good it'd do him being closed due to a gas leak. Left it was. It took young Harry only a minute to reach the park, twenty or so seconds to reach a bench with a female police officer on it, and about three seconds to duck behind the officer.
"Where'd he go?"
"I don't know, look for him!"
Those are the voices of Dudley's friends, after only a second another, the cop yelled at his 'robust' cousin,
"So you brats are why that poor boy was running scared!"
Queue the sound of half a dozen feet scampering away in various directions followed by silence.
"It's alright to come out now kid. Those brats are gone." Harry glances up to see the police officer that'd been on the bench he'd ducked behind. She had a hand stretched out to him. He got up, with some help from the friendly police officer and brushed himself off. She looked at him, with his clothes, which were far too big, his repeatedly broken glasses and his slight frame and clicked her tongue in disapproval.
"Do you have somewhere to stay?" Harry nodded. She looked sharply at him, "Somewhere safe?" He hesitated then nodded although somewhat reluctantly,
"I don't believe you kid." He looks scared and she smile reassuringly at him, "Don't worry, I'm just going to check in on your family before I send you back to them. Where do you live?" He looked slightly ashamed and mutters something under his breath. The police officer sighs and says, "I have really good hearing you know. So it's Number four Privet Drive?" Harry looks sharply up at the woman, eyes wide in surprise.
About half an hour later there was a knock on the door of No.4 Privet Drive. Petunia Dursley answered the door to find her nephew and a police officer. Her eyes narrowed, her jaw clenched and her knuckles went white. Before she could get a word in edgewise she officer begins speaking,
"Hello ma'am I'm Officer Ceres, I found your nephew here a short while away being chased by some hoodlums. Normally I'd just drop him off, but while he claimed to have somewhere safe to stay, it was obvious he lied, so I assumed he was a runaway." When the officer stops talking Petunia latchs onto her story like someone drowning latches onto a life-preserver.
"Yes we've always had a bit of trouble with Harry. He's slightly troubled you see." The Officer nods and asks,
"May I come in for a moment?"
Petunia nods and motions for the officer to follow, with Harry in tow. On the mantel there were pictures of the boy who was chasing Harry. The officer scowls and gesturs to the pictures. "No pictures of Harry?" Petunia looked slightly put off by the question, but persevers anyways,
"We only became his guardians recently. We haven't been able to get any pictures of him," she stole a quick glance at Harry and continus, "or to get him any proper clothing yet." The officer smiles falsely and nods, then asks another question,
"So you don't mind your son being around Harry, even though he's disturbed?" Petunia starts sweating noticeably at this point.
"Dudders does try so hard to be friends with Harry but Harry just doesn't seem to like people." The officer nodd and put her hand on Harry's shoulder. After which she steerd him back towards the door.
"I'm afraid, Mrs. Dursley that I'll have to take young Harry here to an orphanage for a short while." Petunia blanchs at this and demands,
"Why?" The officer just shook her head and answers,
"I don't believe this is a safe environment for this child, seeing as your child, who 'tried so hard to befriend Harry' was the hoodlum I found trying to beat him up."
Several hours later, in London proper the officer steps out of a van, followed shortly by Harry. Harry looks up to see a huge mansion. He turns to the officer and asks,
"What are we doing here?" she smiles and answers,
"I live here, with a few others." Harry follows the officer up the walk to the front door. There they are greeted by an old man,
"Good evening Victoria how was your night off?" The officer, Victoria looks wearily at the old man,
"Not very relaxing, but it was a good night. By the way, could you watch the child while I go talk to Sir Hellsing? Please Walter." Walter smiles at the child then looks back at Victoria,
"It would be my honour." As Victoria scampers off up some steps Harry looks at the old man who's smiles benignly. "Would you like something to eat young man?" Harry nods shyly and follows Walter off towards the kitchen.
Upstairs Victoria came to a stop in front of a study. She knocks and a silky voice answers from within,
"Come in." Victoria opened the door to see a woman behind a desk, with paper spread out in front of her. The woman with long platinum blond hair, wearing a heavy suit that covers up her body and glasses that seem to catch the light at any angle was writing furiously at the papers in front of her. She looked towards Victoria and motioned to a chair in front of her. Victoria sat and waited for the woman to finish, what ever it is she's doing. After several moments the woman puts down her pen and barks,
"Report."
Victoria quickly gives a concise explanation of what happened then pauses while the woman puffs on a cigar she'd pulled out during the explanation. The woman asks,
"What would you have me do?" Victoria looked slightly nervous,
"Just let him stay here for the night, then have one of the soldiers bring him to an orphanage in the morning." The woman lets the suggestion sit for a while then nods,
"We'll put the boy up for the night. Have Walter get him cleaned and fed then put in one of the guest rooms." Victoria nods,
"Thank you Sir Integra."
After Victoria left Integra puffs on her cigar for a bit. Then she looked back down at her papers to get back to work. From her left a voice rang out,
"You should consider keeping that child." Glancing to her left Integra asked,
"Why would I do that Alucard?" A tall man in a red trench coat stepped out of the shadows. "He has the potential to be a very powerful wizard, he would be quite the asset once he was properly trained." Integra snorts,
"The boy is six Alucard, who would take care of him?" Alucard smirks as if to say 'I know something you don't',
"Walter has expressed regrets for not having children, police girl loves children and you have as yet to produce and heir to the Hellsing name." Integra stiffens at the last part of Alucards list, to which he smirks, "if you truly wish I could care for the child." Integra glarea at Alucard, who's smirk bloomed into an insane Cheshire grin.
"Inform Ms. Ceres that unless on duty or patrol she will take care of the child until such time as I make a final decision."
This was just an idea I had, if I have good reviews I'll go through each year, otherwise it'll just be a two chapter story.
If any one would like to proofread for me I would be most greatful.