Mind Unsound
Disclaimer: I do not own this. All characters places and abilities belong to their respective owners. Please don't sue me.
Creepy Fun Fact: Countess Elizabeth Báthory was a real person, and I did not have to exaggerate much to fit her into this role. Go check her out the see the horrors the real woman did.
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As the years passed and Harriet grew in age, so too did her powers.
Shortly after the death of the city politician, Harriet began to show signs of telekinetic abilities along with the telepathic ones.
Within a year both of these abilities had grown by leaps and bounds and soon even limited pyrokinesis was added to the list.
And with these increases in powers so too did Harriet's problems increase.
Whereas before the Countess's mind was unreadable dark void with flashes of horrors, as her powers strengthened and her control increased, she began to see more and more into the dark void that comprise the mind of Countess Elizabeth Báthory de Ecsed.
At first it was just an increase in nightmares but soon whenever she looked at her master she could see the horrors in her mind.
She could see what she had done to the girls in the past, what she was planning on doing to others, and, worst of all, what horrors she had planned for young Harriet Potter.
Her sleep became even more sporadic at best and during the day the Countess paid more and more attention to the developing girl.
As time passed, the Countess began using Harriet more and more, to find information about people, to manipulate people, and even on one occasion, to eliminate an annoyance.
It was after such an occasion, in the middle of April when Harriet was eight years old, that everything changed.
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The actual deed of the murder was simple enough.
The countess wanted the man dead, but not for him to be a martyr or have his death draw any suspicions, so all Harriet had to do was trip him.
As he was walking by the side of the road she gave his left foot a little nudge, just as he was placing his weight on it.
The results were as expected, the man tripped and fell over, right in front of an oncoming city bus.
"Very good" purred the Countess, biting her bottom lip in excitement at watching the man become nothing more than a spattered pile of blood and bones.
For her part Harriet felt nothing.
She felt nothing towards the life of the man she just ended and nothing towards the twisted pleasure she could feel radiating off her master. She had learned long ago to suppressed such feelings when on the job for her master, if only to save herself.
But even though she tried to block it out, she could still feel the man's horror at the realization of his death just before impact, and the horror, disgusted, and morbid curiosity flowing from the crowed that now surrounded the scene.
However, there was one man who felt different.
An elderly gentleman in a black suite with his dark, gray speckled hair pulled back into a tight ponytail.
Like the rest of the crowd he was looking at the 'accident' but unlike them he was giving off a feeling of familiarity and resignation, like he has seen the likes of this and far worst many times before.
Like a spot of darkness in a sea of light, he drew Harriet's attention.
Slipping into his thoughts, she could see a well guarded mind, full of twists and turns. He had faced those who can read minds before and was prepared. But there were two though she could see clear as day.
Hellsing and Vampire
'Is this one of the hunters that haunt my master's mind?' thought Harriet.
She could bring this man to the attention of the Countess, standing right next to her, but she had no love for the monster in the guise of a woman.
Let the hunter come.
As the two left the scene, she sent one word into the hunter's mind
'Help'
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Harriet sat in her 'room' surrounded by the various torture and playthings her master kept there to 'entertain' her guest she brings over.
The Countess was currently playing dress-up with her, and Harriet was the doll.
Forcing the girl into and out of various dresses and outfits, all for the sick pleasure of the vampire countess.
Currently she was in a blue maid like outfit when she felt the sick pleasure flow from her master behind her as the countess wrapped her long arms around the girl.
"You did well, my pet" she purred, her mouth dangerously close to Harriet's neck.
"And I think you are ready now."
Fear griped Harriet.
She knew what would come next. She has seen it before in the Countess's mind and knew the horrors that awaited her when she was done.
And eternity with this mad monster, as her toy, her plaything, her slave...
no
No
"NO!"
Her psychic scream blasted through the house, hurling the countess away from her.
Outside the house her scream could be heard for miles around as hundreds of people collapsed as the psychic backlash washed over them.
But far more damaging of all, the barriers and protective enchanters surrounding the countess abode were completely striped away.
"You little BITCH!" screamed to Countess.
Her flayed skin was quickly regenerating and her seemingly youthful face was twisted in rage.
"I gave you everything! Offer you the greatest gift off all and you throw it in my face!"
"You will not get off lightly for this on, my pet!" she hissed before leaping at Harriet.
For any other person they would have been dead, the blinding speed of the vampire too much.
But for Harriet, she squeezed her eyes shut and unleashed her mind.
A wet spat was heard in the room, covering Harriet with pieces of brain and skull before the headless body of the countess slammed into her, driving them both into the wall.
For a few minutes Harriet sat there in a daze, not knowing what to do, her mind trying to cope with just what happened.
Finally she tried to move the countess off of her when suddenly the was grabbed by the neck and slammed into the wall.
"I should have drained you dry when you were an infant" came the bubbling voice of the Countess as her head regenerated from a foam of blood between her shoulders.
"But I saw such promises... and this is how I am repaid for my kindness?"
"Do you betray be now?"
"I was like a mother to you" she said her long tongue moving across Harriet's neck. "We could have been more."
Slamming the young girl into the wall with such force that the wall cracked, a crazed look came over the countess's face.
Harriet's vision was a blur and she could feel blood flowing down the back of her head.
Try as she might she couldn't do anything to stop the monster in front of her.
"It's time for my bath" snarled the Countess, chocking the life out of Harriet while dragging her out of the ruined room.
She felt herself being taken down the hallway to the staircase when suddenly the countess stopped.
Opening a blood shot eye, Harriet could make out what appeared to be two people.
One was a man dressed on red and the other was the hunter in the black suite.
"My, my, my, what do we have here? A lady of the dark with her plaything I see?" said the man in the red coat with a mocking laugh.
Tossing Harriet into the wall where she landed motionlessly with a thump, the Countess snarled at the intruders.
"How did you get here?" she snarled in unkempt rage.
"Your dark arts seemed to have failed you, my lady."
"Allow me to introduce myself. I am known as Alucard, servant of the Hellsing organization. And this fine gentleman next to me is Walter C. Dornez, Butler for Miss Integra Hellsing, leader of the Hellsing Organization." said Alucard with a mock bow and a smile on his lips.
"Ah, the pet of the humans. Know this, pet, I am Countess Elizabeth Báthory de Ecsed, ruler of the night, and I will not be brought down by the likes of you!"
"The likes of me?" said Alucard, laughing with excitement.
"Well, my lady, we shall see."
And with that the two vampires engaged one another their bodies twisting and contorting as they unleashed their unholy powers as weapons and bullets began flying through the air between the two.
In quick succession they demolished what remained of the hallway and started to engage in a running battle throughout the house.
Walter, for his part, avoided to two dulling monsters and made is way over to the unconscious form of the child.
Her head was bleeding profusely and there was already deep bruise around her neck from the grip of the Countess.
As the entire house shook, he gingerly scooped up the girl in his arms and took her outside, passing over the remains of the maid ghouls on their way out and hearing the continue sound of the vampiric duel going on inside the remains of the house.
Outside the house, at the entrance to the alleyway, there could be seen the flash of police lights and the bulky shape of the Hellsing's armored personnel carriers.
They were already in the area, hunting the reports of a rouge vampire when Harriet psychic scream washed over the city, allowing them to quickly move in on the location of the disturbance.
Amongst the armored figures of the Hellsing men, Aurors in wizarding robes could be seen shielding the events and the existence of the alleyway from the general public.
They were halfway down the alleyway when half the building collapsed in on itself sending debris flying everywhere and a plume of dust over the entire city block.
Looking back Walter could see Alucard standing on the ruins of the top most floor, laughing towards the blood red moon overhead.
Beneath him, lying in her beloved bathtub with his gun impaled though her wicked heart and all her blood drained away was the Countess Elizabeth Báthory, finally dead.
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In isolated, private room in the nearby Royal Hospital for Sick Children, Harriet lay unconscious on the sole bed in the room.
The doctors had bandaged her head and neck and relocated a dislocated shoulder from when she was thrown into the wall, and now she was resting comfortably in the bed.
Just inside the doorway stood Walter, watching the girl with a slight frown on his face.
As the door opened a stern looking women with long blond hair and dressed in a green suit walked into the room.
"Report"
"Ah, Sir Integra. This is the child we found at the house of the vampire" he said, gesturing to Harriet.
"A preliminary investigation into the normal missing persons reports has found no child matching this girls description going missing in the city. We have expanded our search to include the entirety of the United Kingdome, and even included Ireland in the results, but I suspect that they will come back as a negative as well."
"And why would you say that?" asked Integra as she moved closer to the child.
"From what the doctors could tell, this girl has suffered and extended amount of abuse, beatings, broken bones, and the like, over a very long time. Most of her life, in fact."
"And there is one more thing, that I believe will help explain why the normal missing person's reports will not find anything" he said passing an manila folder to Integra.
"Before they applied the bandages the doctors photographed the damages, they include a very peculiar scar right on the right side of her forehead."
Flipping the envelope open, Integra's eyes widened.
"You don't mean that this child..."
"Is the long lost Potter child? Yes sir, I do."
"If that is the case then she has been in the hands of that monster-"
"For over seven years" came a new voice as Alucard walked into the hospital room.
"In her dying moments I was able to pull some information from our dearly departed Countess Elizabeth Báthory."
"So this child has been in the present of a famed female killer and eater for the past seven years? Why?" asked Integra looking at Alucard.
"Why would anyone want this child? For power!"
"But why not just feed on her when she was an infant? Why keep her around all these years?" asked a confused Walter looking back between Alucard and Harriet.
"Ah, yes but you heard the psychic scream, did you not?"
"So this girl is responsible for that" said Integra.
"Yes, and probably for all the strange psyche readings we have been getting over the years coming from this city. I reckon that they can all be traced back to her..."
"The real question is, what do you want me to do with her, my master?" he said with a grin.
Integra was silent, her brow in wrinkled in concentration.
"This so called child has been engaged in psychic crimes for years, she is terrifyingly strong, so much so that we were able to pick up traces of her all the way from Manchester. And she has been raised by a notorious vampire and serial killer for the past seven years. So what do you want me to do with her, my master?"
Alucard was positively grinning at the possibilities while Walter stood there passively.
The silence that filled the room was finally broken by Integra.
"You will do nothing to the child. I will contact the wizarding authorities and then we will take her back to the mansion with us.
At this Alucard's grin seemed to widen.
"So we will use her too?"
"She is a powerful and potentially dangerous psychic. We will train her and use her to defend this country. You know the rules and treaties regarding those of her ability."
"Containment, control, or elimination"
And in her bed, Harriet shuttered in her sleep
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Dumbledore was sitting in his office at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry going over the daily paperwork required to keep a school of this size operating at peek efficiency.
In a moth's time the school year would have ended and then the work of preparing for the next year would begin.
As he was working, he was interrupted by the flutter of wings.
From the open window a large eagle owl flew in and landed on the chair opposite from him, a letter tied to her leg.
Getting up from his chair Dumbledore walked over to the owl and retrieved the letter .
Turning it over, he instantly recognized the Hellsing symbol.
This alerted him instantly to the potential nature of the letter.
The Hellsing family, while a wizarding family, straddled the border between the muggles and the wizarding world, waging their crusade against the monsters of the night.
Dumbledore had nothing against them, nor the people they employed, both wizards and muggles, but some in the Ministry of Magic felt that they were a loose cannon that needed to be reeled in.
That their divided loyalties to the crown and the muggle government as well as the wizarding community was intolerable.
Dumbledore could certainly see where they were coming from.
During the war, they did not aid the side of the light until it became apparent that Voldemort was using and creating what they classified as monsters. And even then, their priorities were different than the rest of the people that were fighting.
Opening the letter and reading his contents, the old man felt as if his heart stopped for a moment.
"They found her..."
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