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As Harry sat practicing, Helena sipped from a glass. "You should take your exams. MI-5 will likely be on the lookout for you."

Harry stopped what he was doing and nodded. "You have a point Mistress. Tomorrow I'll look into what that entails. The A Levels I believe is what Dudley called them."

Helena nodded. "If that is the case, you have quite a bit of work to do Fledgling."

"I'll make sure to use the glamour for when they saw me last." Harry nodded and continued working on his illusions.

Harry Anders sat at a desk reading a report about one of the vampires that they kept tabs on. Helena's student, they had yet to get a name, had been seen picking up registration papers for the A level exams. He also had been seen buying a few textbooks on the subjects. Anders shook his head at the whole situation. Getting tutoring from a vampire?! The thought was insane, and yet it was happening. Wizards. Hodgington had sent off the memo to the DMLE and was informed that if a Muggleborn was consorting with a vampire to reintegrate into the Muggle world it was not their concern unless the statute was broken or if the Wizard in question turned. At which point the Wizard would have to register as a Dark Creature.

Anders sat back in his chair with a sigh. This whole situation was off. His phone rang. "Harry Anders."

"Hello Detective Anders, this is Sir Integra Hellsing."

"So what does the Hellsing Organization need today?"

"I'm looking for information. We've hit a dead end in our own research."

Anders ran his hand down his face. "What are you looking for?"

"A Wizard, we think. One that knows a fair bit about vampires. Even knows a few that don't harm humans."

Anders frowned. "It is part of the agreement between Hellsing and MI-5 that we keep an eye on the Vampires that do not threaten British citizens. I'm not giving you names or locations."

Integra's voice was strained. "I'm aware of that. This Wizard bypassed our cordon. We need to see if his actions had any nefarious intent. In the past, Magic Users have made bargains with vampires. Bargains that caused British citizens to end up dead."

Anders shook his head. "I'm afraid I can't help you there. The only Wizard I know of meeting with any vampire is one born to non-magical parents that wants to reintegrate into society. We already checked the database of notable faces. This one wasn't in it."

"Did you just say that a Wizard is meeting with a vampire to reintegrate into British society?" Incredulity reigned Integra's tone.

Anders sighed. "As ludicrous as it sounds, yes. As I stated, per our agreement I don't have to tell you who the vampire is or their location. The only thing this one is guilty of is raiding a blood bank twice a month for a single packet of blood. Outside of stock market investments, paying taxes, and occasionally purchasing a book, this one hasn't even spoken with a human until the Wizard met them."

Integra ignored the idea that a vampire paid taxes. She would have a headache later and Alucard would find it laughable. "So why is this vampire teaching a Wizard?"

"Well as for the vampire, they get a small amount of blood each lesson. Given willingly apparently. This Wizard apparently didn't fit into the magical world and wants to rejoin ours. At a guess he wasn't powerful enough to overcome the fact that his parents weren't magical. He likely doesn't have a lot of direction so saw this as the best option. Considering the Vampire has been seen on a recent outing to purchase a refrigerator, of all things, the young man in question is honestly trying. One of our operatives saw him picking up registration papers for the A-levels yesterday. At our last check, he is still a human. We saw him a few days ago eating takeaway."

Back at Hellsing Manor, Integra's cigar almost dropped at the oddity of the situation. "Did you say that a vampire went shopping for a refrigerator?"

"A small one. She paid for it too. It supports our theory that the Wizard wants to fit back into society. According to one of my men, most magicals use spells for everything. Oh and he apparently is playing the stock market under the direction of the vampire. He is making decent money at it too."

Integra's eyes narrowed. Was this Wizard the same one at the hospital? "What does your Wizard look like?"

"Brown hair, hazel eyes. Average height and build for a healthy male. His nose is a bit long, but otherwise unremarkable. Why?"

"Just curious if the Wizard I was looking for was the same one."

"Well according to my officer, there are ways of changing appearance magically but if he wasn't talented enough to be exemplary, he can't do those. Just in case this was a ruse of some kind, we've seen him like that for over an hour so he wasn't using the most well-known and reliable method of changing your appearance."

"Polyjuice Potion. Yes." Integra frowned. So it likely wasn't the young man she heard talking about stocks at the hospital. Integra had assumed that was what the young man looked like; after all it would be foolish to change your appearance before getting physical.

Anders was surprised. "You know of it?"

"Vampires aren't the only supernatural threat to the country."

"Don't I know it. The entire division chafed that we were under orders 'not to throw away lives' against the last madman."

"Thank you for your time Detective Anders."

"Of course Sir Hellsing."

When Integra sat back in her chair she frowned. The real reason why she wanted the wizard was simply because he had been so flippant. That and Alucard wanted to 'play' with him for a bit. Integra sighed. It looked like this was a dead end. For now, the matter would have to drop. Integra took a drag from her cigar before she snorted at the idea of a vampire paying taxes. Her curiosity piqued, Integra thought that maybe she'd go over her father's notes about the handful of non-aggressive vampires that lived on the island. If anything it would probably give Alucard a laugh.

Harry sat back into his chair with a grin. He had done it. Sixteen short candles were enchanted to hover and were also enchanted with Gubraithian Fire, so they wouldn't melt. Harry had spent several weeks on this project. It was a rather complicated endeavor. They were enchanted to move out of the way if someone was going to hit them. They also wouldn't get near the bookshelves, each other, or anything flammable. But just to be on the safe side, if moved, they would return to the stands that Helena had around the apartment.

"What do you think?"

Helena smiled before shaking her head. "And what will we do when it is morning and time to sleep?"

Harry grinned and brought out a glass bell jar. It was a rather dark purple. "That's what these are for. They go over the candles in the day. We can pull them off at night."

Helena merely nodded. "That is adequate. Now Fledgling, it is time to work on your control. When you have shown advancement, we will dine."

Harry grinned at Helena. "Understood Mistress."

These past few months, Harry had progressed to the point of shaping fire to be like characters in a book and acting out scenes against an illusionary background. He would then read the story and act out the parts. He was now working on changing the color of the fire.

Helena had taken a liking to that particular method of practice. Just last week, Harry had made her laugh with his production of Much Ado About Nothing. It was a rather enjoyable way to pass the time.

It had been almost two years since Harry became Helena's fledgling.

In regards to Helena's meetings with other Vampires, Harry had not accompanied Helena to them, nor did the other attendees know of the fact that Helena had created a Fledgling. A Wizard Fledgling nonetheless. Harry had observed a few of these meeting through their bond and had to agree with Helena. They were just as horrible as she had described. Harry had to admire his Mistress' control. He would have simply burned the lot of them and be done with it. When he had that thought, Helena's comment of that was exactly the reason why he didn't come had Harry chuckling. After each of these events, Harry was on hand to comfort Elena with a hug and a full glass of a good vintage mixed with blood.

In regards to Helena's observation by the British government, Harry and Helena had taken some rather interesting measures to avoid the watchers from MI-5. Harry would be seen in his glamour from time to time running various errands. He even had a twice a week job as a clerk in a store and was taking distance learning courses from a small college. He was learning computer programming. Harry's public involvement with Helena had, per necessity, disappeared. The only time the two spent together outside of Helena's apartment was when they were both wearing illusions and Harry apparated them away from where they were watched.

Tonight was one such night. Harry and Helena had spent the evening perusing a few old book stores. They had found some interesting titles and had purchased them. They were going to head home, and as such were headed to a discreet location without any security cameras when a rather burly and tattooed man stepped in front of Harry.

Three other rather shady looking characters immediately appeared around the pair.

"Hand over all your quid or we get rough with your little bird."

Harry frowned slightly at the man. "Now there's no need to resort to such threats."

One of the would-be muggers went to make a cutting motion on the illusionary cover that Helena had created. His eyes widened when the knife passed straight through and his hand disappeared.

The knife deeply cut Helena's cheek.

At the girl's hiss, the illusion dropped.

"What the…" was all the man got out before Helena was ripping out his throat.

Harry broke the arm of the burly one before he spun at one of the muggers that went to shoot Helena in the back. Harry ripped that one's throat out and drained him dry. Harry felt power crashing through his body in a tidal wave as he drained the first mugger of his blood. Harry kept the power, but released the soul like Helena had taught him.

Helena finished with her victim and leapt after the fourth man that was sputtering in horror and was shakily holding a pistol. He was soon victim to the child-like Vampire.

Harry dropped the body of the one that had shot Helena and turned to the tattooed man. The large figure was cradling his arm and backed against a wall. "You had to hurt her, didn't you?"

Harry leapt at the man, cutting his scream short. Soon The would-be mugger's blood was drained as well.

Duplicating his actions, Harry knew that the power gained was less in that manner, but far more versatile for a Wizard turned Nosferatu. It augmented his magic, increasing its strength. Between the two men, Harry's power was significantly greater.

Detaching herself from her second victim, Helena frowned. "Pity. I liked this dress. Blood is so difficult to get out."

Harry grinned and with a wave of his hand the crimson liquid lifted from the ice-blue dress, leaving it once again pristine. The small orb floated in front of Helena and she opened her mouth, the liquid flowing in.

Harry duplicated the measure with his own clothes.

Helena frowned at the scene of carnage. "Tonight you are no longer a Fledgling Harry. Please remember that Hellsing are butchers. Be extraordinarily careful when you feed. With you no longer my Fledgling, I am conflicted. I desire that my line will not perish."

Harry merely summoned any remaining blood from the scene. It was rather appetizing. He then set the corpses alight so that they wouldn't become ghouls.

He picked up the sack containing the books and smiled. "Shall we go Mistress? We have a book to read." He fought to bring his new power under control.

Helena smiled and didn't correct Harry. Harry was still by her side at that was what mattered. "Let us away before the flames draw undesirable attention."

The two disappeared with a pop of displaced air.

The bodies had become quite the pyre when someone noticed it and called the fire department. Given the time it took for them to respond, the corpses had to be identified through dental records. All their flesh had burned away. The case would be unsolved. However, considering that all four were rather violent criminals, the police didn't lose too much sleep at the fact that the case soon was packed away as a cold case. It also raised no flags with Hellsing or MI-5.

Alucard looked up and frowned. A vampire, a powerful one, had surfaced. It was a challenge that he craved. Maybe this new arrival would be worth the effort to fight. Alucard went to speak to Integra.

"Alucard. What brings you here this evening?"

"My Master, there is a vampire in London. Whoever this new arrival may be, they are strong. I briefly sensed them."

Integra frowned. "There haven't been any attacks. We must be extra vigilant. This new arrival may create a den without our knowing. When they do, Hellsing will destroy them."

Alucard nodded. "Indeed my Master."

Integra's phone rang and she answered it, he face immediately business-like. "Cheddar? We'll be there soon."

A little shorter chapter, but now we are heading into canon Helsing.