Neither Harry Potter nor Hellsing are mine. If they were, I'd be living in a nicer house.

Helena sat back in Harry's lap as she sipped the goblet. It had been a year that Harry had been visiting. "It has been a year since our first encounter. Why do you keep coming Harry?"

Harry looked at Helena. "Simple. I want to. Besides, you never once asked me to stop coming." Harry was silent for a moment before he spoke again. "You're the only person I even speak to anymore Helena."

"Why?"

"You're the only one that sees me as me. You understand. Helena you are the truest friend that I have ever had. I enjoy our time together. Quite frankly, you're the most precious person in the world to me."

"Harry, do you still wish to die?"

Harry shrugged. "I have so few reasons to live. Visiting with you is one of the bright points of my day."

A glowing gold grew in Helena's eyes. "Do you wish to become as I am? One of the Undead, a True Vampire?"

Harry pondered that for a few moments. "It doesn't matter to me."

The gold faded. "I see. Then perhaps we should discuss something new. Robert Frost. For an American, he was very adept at his craft."

The discussion lasted long into the night and Harry had fallen asleep in the chair, as had become his norm. Helena stared for a long time at the pale flesh of Harry's neck in front of her. The pulsing of Harry's blood, slow in his sleep, was as hypnotic as her greatest efforts to enthrall a human. The cadence had her drawing closer, her tongue lightly wetting her lips. This wasn't the first time she had entertained such thoughts but it was the first time she would act upon them.

Helena's voice was soft. "For what I am about to do, I am sorry Harry. But I have been alone for far too long. I want you. I find it odd. I haven't wanted anything other than solitude to read and eventually die for so long. And yet you have changed all of that. I want you and I will not let you go. I will make you mine." Fangs sank into the Wizard's neck and drained the blood from his form. Just before all the blood left Harry's body, Helena pulled away and bit her wrist. Helena opened Harry's mouth and allowed her blood to flow. His body reflexively swallowed.

Helena allowed herself a smile as Harry's lips latched onto her wrist, hungrily sucking at her blood in reflex as the changes began. In that brief moment, Helena was no longer desirous of death. She wanted to continue with Harry at her side.

As Harry awoke, he felt different. Dried blood stained his clothes. "Helena?"

A voice echoed in his mind. "You know what I have done."

Over the last year, Harry had learned many things about vampires. Far more than anything that he had ever known. Or even found in any book about the subject. "So I am now your Fledgling?"

"You are not upset." Helena's voice was surprised.

"That night, when we first met, I was contemplating killing myself. This is a better option. At least I will be with you."

"I had hoped as much."

"So what are we reading and discussing tonight?"

"First, we must gather dirt from your birthplace. After that, Sarah Adams. A Poet."

"Very well."

That dawn, as Harry lay down to rest in the coffin, Helena lay next to him with a slight smile on her lips. Nothing more needed to be said.


The following night was the first of many training sessions. After checking to see which types of magic still worked for him, Harry was drilled in creating and controlling fire. Helena could only manage a candle. Harry's first try vaporized the candle in a pyrotechnic display.

Helena shook her head. "Again."

Hours of working to control his power had Harry nursing a headache. However, at the end of the session had Harry lighting the candles in front of him with but a thought.

Helena smiled. "Well done Harry. Now that it is late, we must go in search of food."

Harry frowned. "But what about creating ghouls?"

Helena shook her head. "Nothing so boorish or crass. Within a few minutes' journey there are two blood banks. Before you shared your blood with me, I would gather a bag or two a month. Now needs must be that we amass more. I pray it doesn't draw attention."

Harry frowned. "I have a question. What about blood they reject? Can we still drink it?"

Helena nodded. "Yes."

Harry grinned. "If you don't want to draw attention, if we take the blood that is rejected, then it's possible that it will never be reported as missing."

Helena mused over that for a moment. "That is a well-reasoned conclusion. I had never contemplated that before."

Harry grinned, his enlarged canines glinting. "I had read about a magical method of transporting materials. I can apparate in and cast the necessary spells in their disposal boxes. A few more spells in an refrigerator would have the blood preserved for us to drink at our leisure."

Helena nodded. "A splendid idea." She frowned. "I don't have an icebox."

Harry grinned. "Well then Mistress, let's go shopping. There is still a store or two open."

Helena's stoic façade broke for a brief moment. A curve of her lips showed her pleasure at the title. "Indeed."

The following night, easily a dozen bags appeared once the spells were activated. Helena took out a bottle of red wine. "This will help to cover the tang of the anticoagulants used to preserve the blood. If we mix it, we can imbibe the wine. In fact it can be categorically enjoyable with the proper vintage."

Harry grinned. "So how do you purchase wine Mistress?"

"The efficacy of illusions is often underestimated my Fledgling. We will practice those on the morrow." She handed Harry the bottle of wine. "Attend to your mistress Fledgling. You will dine with me. After our meal, we will examine the work of Kipling."

Harry smiled, his connection to Helena allowing him to know that regardless of her imperious tone, Helena was pleased and content.

Helena was a strict taskmaster when it came to Harry learning to control his gifts. Luckily for Harry, he learned quickly. The only facet of his magic that was gone was transfiguration. So conjuring and physically changing objects was no longer possible for him. However, the other domains of magic were stronger than his previous abilities by more than an order of magnitude. He also didn't need his wand anymore. Helena would have Harry practice and control often until dawn.


A few days after being turned, Harry returned to Grimmauld Place. Kreacher arrived. "Master, how can I…" His voice trailed off. "You has done something truly Dark. It is almost becoming of a Black." An almost deranged grin grew on the elf's face. "You has become a Nosferatu, not merely a Vampire. No Wizard had managed that in a long time. Finally Kreacher has a Master worth serving again."

Harry was actually surprised at Kreacher. "Kreacher, are there any books in the Black Library with spells about protecting vampires?"

Kreacher thought for a moment. "I believe so, but Kreacher cannot remember the title."

Harry nodded. "Well, I'll have to find it."

"Would Master like Kreacher to get some Blood Pops for your next visit?"

Harry nodded. He'd never tried them before. "It will be a few days. I have a lot to learn, so there is no rush."

Kreacher nodded. "Very well Master."

When Harry returned to the apartment, Helena looked up from her book. "Are your affairs in order for the next few days?"

Harry nodded. "Mostly, but I do have an appointment tomorrow. Teddy is having a checkup."

Helena nodded. "You will need to make arrangements for your worldly possessions. Wizards don't take too kindly to Vampires."

"I already have Mistress. I wasn't lying when I said that I listened to your advice on the stock market. I have a substantial sum already removed and the rest is in trust for Teddy. I'll be giving the paperwork to Andromeda."

Helena nodded. "Stay on guard."

"I will Mistress."


Harry applied a glamour and a masking spell and apparated to St. Mungos. When he saw Teddy and Andromeda, he sat next to the Witch and handed her a packet of papers.

Andromeda was unhappy. She hadn't seen Harry in months. The owls wouldn't even take flight with letters that were addressed to him. There was talk that Harry was dead. Teddy was getting bigger and was a rather precocious child. A Wizard took the seat next to her and pulled a packet of papers from his cloak. When they were offered to her, Andromeda looked at the young man. "Excuse me?"

Harry smirked as he removed the glamour around his eyes and scar. Andromeda's eyes widened before she unobtrusively cast a privacy spell. "You came!"

"Of course I did. You need to take the packet. They're important for both you and Teddy."

Andromeda took the sheaf and read through them, her eyes widening. "Why?"

Harry smiled at the young boy whose hair was cycling through colors. Teddy smiled back and matched Harry's current glamour. "The solicitor that drew those up has a copy of a memory. Let's just say that wolves surrounded me and I was fortunate enough to discover them before they attacked. I want to simply live my life, not the life that everyone expects me to lead. I've 'gone Muggle' Andromeda. I've even legally changed my name so that they can't find me. If you want a letter to get to me, address it to Grimmauld. I visit the house from time to time. We might be able to arrange another meeting or two. I don't want to disappear from Teddy's life."

Andromeda smiled. "Very well. Such subterfuge is worthy of a Slytherin."

"Well, it was either that or Gryffindor."

Andromeda stood as it was Teddy's turn to be seen. She smiled at Harry before walking away. "I will write later."

Harry frowned when he saw one person that he had seen before walk into St. Mungos, a look of determination on her face. It was Integra Hellsing. She was accompanied by a man dressed like a butler. Not wanting to draw too much attention to himself, Harry unfolded the newspaper that he had brought with him. Several others had copies of the Daily Prophet. He inwardly winced when Integra took Andromeda's chair.

Integra was livid. Three months! It took over three months to get permission from the backwards fools to interrogate the man that they had met that night. Unless it was an emergency, none of them had a phone. Everything was done by ruddy letter. A sketch artist had made a drawing of the man and they had a lead. Gilderoy Lockhart.

Research into the man's past was eye opening. He had a book series dedicated to his exploits. The titles alone were indicative that the man wasn't to be underestimated. Gadding with Ghouls, Voyages with Vampires, and other such pompous titles. Surely it was the man that had the nerve to be so utterly dismissive to them those months ago. Their contacts said that Lockhart had been in a long-term ward in a magical hospital for some time and would likely remain so. Walter was the one that pointed that it would be the perfect cover. Integra wanted to go just to be sure. She sighed. Their contact wasn't here yet.

Integra sat in a chair that had recently been vacated by a stately woman holding a child that had hair that constantly changed color and length. A young man with hair that was dark blonde was sitting in the chair, reading a mundane newspaper of all things. At least there was some semblance of normalcy.

Harry was doing his level best to ignore Sir Hellsing's presence. He noted that a company that he and Helena had previously been invested in was declaring bankruptcy. He snorted. "Glad I dropped them from my portfolio."

The normalcy of the phrase contrasted against the rather garish atmosphere, Integra couldn't help but inquire. "Who did you drop?"

Harry looked up. "Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to talk out loud. Crighton's. I dropped Crighton's from my portfolio a week or two ago. They're declaring bankruptcy." Harry's gaze flickered over Integra. "Had you invested in them?"

"I don't play with stocks."

Harry shrugged. "To each their own." Seeing Integra staring at him like some sort of puzzle, Harry spoke again. "So what brings a Mundane like you to St. Mungos today?"

Integra's eyes narrowed. "And how do you know I'm not magical?"

"Your suit. It's not exactly something a Witch would wear. Unless you're afflicted with some sort of curse that changes all the clothing you're wearing into that outfit. But given the fact you have a butler with you instead of a House Elf that rules that option out."

Integra nodded. She withdrew the sketch. "Tell me, does this man look familiar?"

Harry tilted his head slightly. "That looks kind of like Gilderoy Lockhart." It was also the glamour that he had been wearing a few months ago, before he was turned.

Integra's grin gained a degree of savagery.

"What would you want with him? He was hit by a spell that erased his memory back when I was in school. Such a shame with what he was capable of."

Integra was pleased for the fortuitous find in this young man. He was confirming her suspicions. "So what kind of things was he capable of?"

Harry bit back his opinion. "Well, he wrote several books of his adventures. I don't remember all of the details, but he was very accomplished." An accomplished liar, at the very least. "Can I ask who you are? It's kind of late for one of his fans to visit him. Memory charms that wipe out all memory are rather potent."

"Sir Integra Hellsing."

Harry frowned. "That name, Hellsing, sounds really familiar." Harry smiled and shook his head. "Oh well, I'll remember later. I'm Justin Finch-Fletchly. I apologize, I don't know if there are any special protocols to greet someone who has been knighted."

Itegra studied the young man before her. "Knighted?"

Harry frowned. "Well you introduced yourself as Sir. Since you're obviously a woman, either you've been hit with a gender change charm or you're knighted and prefer the Title of Sir instead of Dame. I'm willing to bet the latter."

Integra frowned at the mention of a spell that changed a person's gender. "I have been knighted by Her Majesty. I was surprised that a Wizard would be familiar with that title."

Harry shrugged. "My parents weren't magical. You're right about most magicals not knowing the title."

"So why are you here?"

"I'm only here for a checkup. There are some diseases that only Wizards get, and I like to be on the safe side. Ounce of prevention and all that."

Integra nodded. She went to say something but her contact, a man in red robes, arrived to lead her to Gilderoy Lockhart. He was accompanied by a redhead that was also similarly attired. She noticed that the young man she had spoken with glared at the redhead before hiding it and turning back to his newspaper.

Harry stood once Integra and her butler were led away. He had barely kept the scowl off his face as Ron Weasley was the one of the Aurors to greet Integra. Harry grinned as he sensed House Elves working. He stepped out of sight and adjusted his glamour. He stepped into a room that the elves were busy cleaning. "Excuse me, I have an urgent request from the doctors of the Long-Term Spell Damage ward."

One of the elves nervously approached. Something was off about this Wizard. "Yes?"

"One of the Healers wanted a plate of sugar cookies shaped like little dog bones sent up to Gilderoy Lockhart. They heard him talking about a puppy. They want to see if it will jog his memory."

The elf nodded. That wasn't anything that would harm the patients. And they had taken odd requests from that ward in the past. "Of course. I will do it right away."

Harry smiled. "Thank you." He left St. Mungos. He inwardly mused about what Sir Integra would make of the cookies.

Integra was forced to listen to the inane prattle once the redhead in robes led her through the building. "I'm perfectly capable of following a wonderful invention called a map. Why I am forced to follow you is beyond me."

Ron smirked at the blonde and his tone was superior. "It's because you're a Muggle. Word is that you're an important one too. The higher ups don't want you hit with some spell."

Integra chafed at the condescending tone. Before the older Wizard corrected the younger Integra spoke. "I've destroyed creatures that would have you pissing yourself in fright boy. I doubt your little tricks would be all that bothersome."

"Wealsey, that's enough. Miss Hellsing…"

"It's Sir Hellsing."

The wizard looked askance at her. "Were you hit with a gender change curse or something?"

Integra radiated repressed fury. "No."

The older Wizard shrugged. "Very well Miss Hellsing. We're also curious as to why you want to speak with Lockhart."

"That is my business. However since you will likely push the issue, myself and several others witnessed him infiltrating a secured area. We want to know why."

Both Ron and his partner stared at the woman like she was mentally deficient.

The older Auror nodded slowly. "Very well. If you would follow me."

He opened the doors to the ward.

Integra frowned as she was led to a man with blonde hair and blue eyes that was hiding Vampires. Her eyes narrowed. It did look almost like the same person. The same blue eyes, the same wavy hair, the same foppish face. But there were slight differences.

Gilderoy looked up. "Well hello there. Are you here for an autograph?"

"No Mr. Lockhart I'm here to ask you a few questions."

Gilderoy smiled. "The answers are: my favorite color is lilac, at least I think it is, I apparently won an award for my smile five times, and of course I'll give you an autograph." Gilderoy pulled out his battered peacock feather quill.

Integra briefly considered ordering Alucard here. "No. I want to know when you met your first vampire and the names of the ones you know."

The two Aurors shared a glance that the Muggle was a Snitch short of a Quidditch game.

Gilderoy frowned. "Why would I know a Vampire? They're supposed to be really scary."

Integra seethed.

"You look unhappy." Gilderoy reached over to a table by the bedside. "Here. I just had some treats delivered. They always make me happy. Take one." Gilderoy offered the woman a bone-shaped cookie.

Integra's temper was alight. She crushed the confection to crumbs and let it fall to the floor. Integra stood in anger and stormed out of the ward.

Gilderoy looked at the Aurors. "Was it something I said?"

Walter followed Integra out into the hallway. The blonde woman was positively irate. She had reached into her jacket for her gun and was visibly contemplating whether or not to pull it.

Integra spun and faced the Aurors. "Is there any way whatsoever that man has left the hospital?"

"Not really, no."

Integra frowned. "What about magical ways of disguise? Is there a way to make you look like another person?"

Ron spoke up. "Of course. There's polyjuice potion. A drink of that makes you look like someone else for a whole hour. You even sound like them."

Integra frowned. She turned to Walter. "We're leaving. Now."

As the pair walked away, Ron spoke to his partner. "Muggles. They're right barmy."

Integra barely resisted turning and shooting the redhead.

Walter was walking behind Integra. "So what are we going to do now Sir Integra?"

"I'm half tempted to have Alucard pay a visit. This is not pleasant news."

"May I ask why Sir Integra?"

"If that man is not our visitor and then it is entirely possible that our visitor is likely a magic user. The fact that they can appear as anyone aside, our mystery Wizard had to have known we were coming today."

Walter frowned. "What do you mean?"

"The bloody biscuits Walter. First that ponce of a dandy mouths off to both Alucard and me. And then he proceeds to find a way to thumb his nose at the Hellsing Organization. Not only does he have ways of gathering classified information, but he also proceeded to in a completely innocuous manner point out that he knows what we're doing." Integra looked at Walter. "I want our communications upgraded. That wizard, if he was one, mentioned a computer. I want our systems upgraded and protected by the end of the week."

"Of course Sir Integra."

"I hate bloody magic users."

That's it for Chapter 3