Chapter 1- The Briefing

Thursday came sooner than Integra would've liked, she sat at the head of the table in the council room, waiting for the Minister for Magic with Alucard and Seras, since they would be at the front line, she felt that she should at least introduce them.
After what felt like ages Walter guided the lion-haired man into the room, a stern-looking woman and a man in his early twenties with horn-rimmed glasses and flaming red hair followed.
"Minister Scringemour, I trust you find this room suitable for our discussion."
"It's perfect Sir Hellsing, may I introduce my personal assistant Percy Weasley and Professor Minerva McGonagall, headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
Alucard raised an eyebrow, "I was under the impression that the school was being led by a Headmaster, I ran into him just after his appointment a couple of decades back."
"Professor Dumbledore you mean? Yes, sadly he was killed in a fight last summer," Professor McGonagall answered, "By a colleague we thought we could trust."
"Forgive me, this is Alucard, our expert, and Seras Victoria, they are our front line against the vampires."
The pair nodded as they were introduced.
The three wizards sat down, but Seras and Alucard remained standing at either side of Integra, Seras had a concealed weapon on her, so that should things take a turn for the worst, she and Alucard would protect Integra.
"First off, I thought we should start with information about the location," Scringemour began, "The area of the Scottish mountains in concern is in fact the only village in Britain habited only by wizards, Hogsmeade, the school is right next to it."
Integra nodded, "Please, continue."
"The matter has taken a dozen members of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, including the disposal of dangerous ones. Every time they were identified among the Inferi attacking the following day."
"Inferi?"
"Corpses reanimated by dark magic into a puppet."
"I believe you misunderstand, I severely doubt they're Inferi, instead, they're ghouls."
"Excuse me?"
"Vampires can only breed by drinking the blood of a virgin from the opposite gender, anyone else becomes a ghoul, a cannibalistic, zombie-like creature that follows the vampire's orders without hesitation or thought."
"I see."
"Tell me about this war of yours though, you briefly mentioned it, but you didn't give us any details."
If anything, the three noticed that Scringemour went an odd pale colour. "It starts with one wizard, he went bad, worse than the worst you can imagine. Everyone knows his name, but everyone fears it, so I'm only going to say it once. His name was Voldemort," Scringemour shuddered, "As I was saying, he came out of nowhere, terrifying wizards into following him and killing the opposition."
"He loathes the non-magical, or Muggle as we call it, population and began killing them off too." McGonagall continued, "We don't know how exactly he turned himself into his mutilated form, or much about his past. However, sixteen years ago, that all changed. He went to a family with the intent of killing the infant. Instead the father took him on to stall for time, then the mother, who died protecting her only child. When he tried to kill the boy, the spell was rebounded, leaving the boy with only a scar on his forehead and the wizard who tried to kill him barely alive. He fled, and no one heard from him again for thirteen years."
"Nearly three years ago Hogwarts held a tournament, however, one of his followers…"
"This is getting ridiculous," Alucard muttered.
"Alucard," Integra retorted in a warning tone.
"Integra, if they keep this up they're going to be too terrified to even point their wands at him, Voldemort would just laugh and kill them while they back away in fright." Alucard stated.
"How dare you!" Scringemour growled.
"That's the impression I get, you may look like a lion, but you're more like a kitten."
"Alucard, stop insulting the guest."
"I highly suggest that you work on his attitude Sir Hellsing."
"I'm afraid that isn't in my control, and believe me, if I found a way to reform his behaviour, I'd take it without a second thought."
"You make me feel so trusted Integra."
"You're trusted on the battlefield, but keep your criticisms to yourself!"

Seras was standing on Integra's left side, "This isn't exactly what was planned," she thought to herself.
"Well they really shouldn't be such cowards," Alucard replied in her mind.
"That may be true but they are still wizards who know more about this than we do."
"True."

While they were having this mental discussion Scringemour continued his explanation, talking about the Triwizard Tournament, Barty Crouch junior, and how according to what little he knew afterwards, that the boy's blood was used in the spell to resurrect him, a prophecy about the pair, and the attack on the school months ago.
"So as you see we are in a very dangerous situation."
"I see, now what about the men I sent up there?"
"Ah…"

Pip was stretching out on his bed, "Joy of joys, an early night," he said to himself sarcastically, lying down.

"YOU ERASED THE MEMORIES OF MY MEN?"
Pip jumped and fell off the bed. His mirror, propped up against the wall since he woke up, fell off the table and smashed.
"Sounds like Sir Integra's pretty mad, I'd 'ate to be in zat guy's shoes right now."
Alucard smirked, McGonagall was undoubtedly a firm person, because while shocked by this outburst, she didn't show much in the way of fear. The one named Weasley buried his face behind some notes and Scringemour backed into his chair.
"You really shouldn't shout like that," Weasley muttered.
"Shut up! We're all lucky that the Queen didn't come asking for reports! Do you know how well a bunch of pixies would've gone down?"
Alucard stifled a chuckle, Weasley obviously wanted to get out of sight and fast.
"Yes, about that, we had no idea of your organisation until I ran into you in the Prime Minister' office."
"Once I'll understand, but surely you realised that the Hellsing coat of arms was on the uniforms of several men in attacks reported from places as far apart as Land's End and John O Groats!" Integra snapped, "Or maybe you didn't realise that the facts had to be connected somehow!"
"Calm down Integra, looking at it from being at the scene, you can't blame them, wizards or not, they're only human." Alucard told her calmly, "The scenes can be stressful to those not specially training solely for the purpose of destroying vampires, if memory serves. They do other things as well."
"Meaning?"
"They got in a panic about the matter of the deaths and were more concerned about keeping their society under wraps to put two and two together."
"Very well, now I'm sure you won't go blasting my men in future."
"Certainly not. I'll have the appropriate departments notified as soon as possible."
"Good." Integra stated, sitting down. "Now, how should the matter work regarding this village and the school?"
"There is not much time before the new year starts, so we need an assessment of the area. We want to know what's behind this, and if it can't be eliminated before September the 1st we will need to relocate." McGonagall answered.
"Then an assessment it is." Integra answered, "But I'd like to know a couple of details, firstly, have the number of ghouls been increasing as the September date grows nearer?"
"Indeed."
"More than those caught by the vampires in question?"
"Most definitely."
Integra frowned, "Sounds suspiciously like an alliance between our enemies," the Hellsing director opened a file and took out some photos, "Tell me, do any of these mean anything to you?" she passed them to Professor McGonagall and Scringemour.
"This symbol was carved into trees in the Forest, why?"
"Then it's official, Millennium, the Letztes Bataillion, are involved in your world. However, an assessment may take longer than a single night, while I assure you that I will not allow innocents to come to harm, Alucard and Seras have particular needs for long term stays. It will require transport."
"Use the Hogwarts Express, when you've gathered everything you just send word." Professor McGonagall answered.
"And how do you propose that I do that? I seriously doubt the Royal Mail will be helpful on that front."
"We'll loan a school owl for you to use."
Integra nodded, "Very well, as to the relocation, if necessary, you can use the spare rooms in the estate. There are a good couple of hundred, and I'm sure you can adjust them using your magic."
"Are you sure it won't be a bother to you though?" Professor McGonagall asked.
"As long as our rules are followed, not at all. Some students may find this an enriching experience. But the most important thing is the protection. We're already strongly protected, so how do you think it will work out when you add your own protection over the place?"
There were exchanged glances, "We will certainly take that into consideration Sir Hellsing, and we very much appreciate your offer." Scringemour answered.
"The enemy's enemy is my friend Minister Scringemour. I know that the relationship between religion and magic was never good, however, Hellsing has used magic in the past for the benefit of the people of Britain, so why should we not help those who use it every day?"

Postscript

Zaneta: In case anyone is curious, Land's End is in the South West of England, along the coast, while John O' Groats is in Scotland. People travel between the two by various means, most commonly running or by bike, to break records or raise money for charity.
Omega: Some of our schoolteachers have done it!
Zaneta: Oh yeah, just to warn you, half the puns you will see in this are bad, but we don't notice until after they're down.
Omega: We're just full of them!

Preview

The meeting is over, but as she prepares to go Professor McGonagall has a request for Integra. What is it? And why the Hellsing Director?
Find out in Chapter two!
Together: See you then!