Disclaimer: I wish I could own Hellsing. Or Harry Potter. That would rock. Alas I am but a poor student.

Summary: I've been accused of being a Dark Lord in the making and have been exiled from the Wizarding world. Now, I find myself pulled into Court intrigues, by a Queen that betrayed the cousin I never knew, who sees me as little better than Hellsing's pet abomination. As I struggle to save myself and those that call me Master, I and those who serve me face yet another threat. It seems that Alucard is not the last of the true nosferatu, another ancient has shown his face, upsetting the delicate balance of power in England. One that seems to have an unsettling fascination with me.

Pairings: Hints of Alucard/Harry, Harry/Seras, OMC/Harry. Final pairing undecided.

Warnings: Slash obviously. Blood. Violence in later chapters. Others will be added as I write more of the story.

A/N: Yes…I finally started writing it. Don't hold your breathe for updates, I literally only have this written. Made the plot up in five minutes. Don't whine for pairings, updates, or plot changes, cause I tend to put off writing when the only thing in my inbox is UPDATE PLZ! or I want Harry with my fav character! Anyways, I hope my fans enjoy it, despite my little rants.

It was snowing. Large fluffy flakes, that blanketed the school grounds.

That was what made me realize that it was a dream. After all, not even Scotland receives snow in July, and I had not stepped foot onto the grounds for over a year.

The castle was achingly beautiful covered in snow. It made me want to weep to see it like this once again, the towers covered in sparkling snow, and giant icicles scattered here and there. I had been barred from the home of my heart by my former Headmaster, the so called leader of the light after the Hogwarts Massacre. He declared me a lost soul, too dark, too evil to allow on the hallowed grounds of Hogwarts. Alucard had to drag me from the school, I was so enraged and it was not long after that that I was exiled. Last I had heard, there was a rather large bounty on my head. They want me alive apparently, I suppose they plan to resurrect public hangings.

It wasn't cold, despite the snow and wind. However I could see my breath. Oddly, I was wearing a fur lined cloak, the likes of which I hadn't worn since I had left. The Queen disliked reminders that I was magical.

I blinked as I was suddenly standing before the lake, the frozen surface being broken into large chunks by the Giant Squid. The grounds were untouched by footprints, deserted except for me. Or so I thought.

My eyes were heavy with sleep, gravity seemingly pulling my eyelids down as I turned in the snow lazily, my pitch black cloak trailing around me as I searched for what had summoned me to this place.

As I spun, the wind caught my cloak whipping it up around my face so I could not see. Gasping for breath I stopped, clawing at the cloak in order to free my face from it's stifling hold. Once I did I couldn't help but choke as the familiar taste of bitter copper invaded my mouth.

It was raining blood.

Unlike the arcs and splatters of blood that occurred when Alucard had fought in my stead last year, it was literally raining blood. Like a sudden spring storm, fat warm drops of blood fell from the sky, melting the once pristine snow and ice chunks. .

"What is this?" I gasped in horror before realizing that underneath the cloak I had been wearing pure white. I breathed deeply as I saw my clothing absorb the bloody rain and emitting a sickly red glow.

"What is what?" A masculine voice asked from behind me.

I whirled in fright, instinctively reaching for the Beretta 93R that Alucard had trained me to use after my wand was taken from me. It was not there. But then this was a dream.

"Who are you?" I asked, forcing my voice to steady as I eyed the hooded figure. Though his face and body were hidden, either by his cloak or some foreign power, his face was upturned, as though he reveled in the feel of the blood falling on his skin.

"Don't you know?" I could almost feel the smile in his words. Bastard.

"If I did I wouldn't be asking."

The man lowered his hidden face so he was facing me. Only darkness rested where his face should have.

"It's been so long, I no longer remember what I was called. Won't you grant me a new one?"

At one time I may have been naïve enough to name the nameless man, who by now I suspected was controlling my dream. However I had learned too much since I had met Alucard, learned of powers long forgotten, and myths bound in truth. A name was a powerful thing. Most stories told of true names known giving control of the named to another. Others however, spoke of a true name spoken stealing the powers of the one who spoke it. It was not something I was willing to risk.

"No."

The figure titled his head to the side. "Your dog has taught you well."

I bristled at the insult to my most loyal. "How dare-"

"You had a question, did you not?"

His abruptness threw me off. "What?"

He chuckled mockingly. "Confused little Hellsing. You still don't understand, do you?"

His words echoed those of my servant so closely that it sent a chill down my spine. "Enough. I tire of your games Old One," I said, because he had the feel of old power about him.

"Perhaps you do understand." The smile was back in his words now.

I truly did tire of this encounter. "Why am I here?"

"So you can understand," the Old One said without hesitation, gesturing with his arm to the falling blood.

"Understand what?" I snapped, truly annoyed with the man's riddles.

"I'm not quite sure little one. I've been asleep for so long," the man sounded amused. "Until you tried to awaken me that is."

I stepped back in shock. "Before I tried to awaken you? How did I do that?"

Now the man did laugh. "It's in the blood little one."

"The blood?" I frowned as I held out my hand to catch some of the falling blood in my hand. "This blood?"

Master!

"No. Not in the sense you're thinking at least. I'm not quite sure the details myself after all. This for example," he said as he gestured once again to the falling rain, " Could merely be a representation of what my return to power will bring. Or perhaps what your ascent to power will bring. Who knows really."

"No!" I exclaimed, shaking my head. "This…whatever it is, is horrible. I won't allow it to happen!"

Master! Wake up!

"You think you can stop this?" He asked in a mocking voice as he swept back his hood and revealed familiar blue eyes. "Fool. It's already begun."

I nodded in understanding, although when I awoke I wouldn't, not really. Not as I had in that moment. "It's in the blood. Blood calls to blood."

"So you do understand. That's good."

Master! You must awaken now!

And so I woke.

Excerpt from the journal of Sir Hadrian 'Harry' James Potter Hellsing. July 5, 1998.

A/N2: Well it's a new style for me...does it work?