Harry potter and Hellsing are not mine.

A quartet of magic users approached a gate with armed guards.

Hermione froze as the firearms were leveled at her. The bushy-haired witch paled as she saw red dots light up directly over the hearts of the other three magic users. She hissed out, "Ron, Ginny, Draco, don't move."

Ginny frowned. "What are you talking about Hermione, they're only Muggles."

"I'd listen to your friend Ginger. Stay where you are."

Draco sneered as he began to walk forward. "We don't have to listen to Muggle filth such as you. You're going to let us in. We have questions to ask."

The red dot moved to Draco's shoulder. Draco spun from the impact and cried out in pain as crimson bloomed.

"That's wasn't a request Whitey."

Ginny leapt towards the downed Malfoy. "Draco!"

As Ron went for his wand, he too joined Draco kissing the ground. Both of Ron's upper arms were bleeding from gunshot wounds.

"Back away from Whitey or you're next Ginger."

Ginny slowly stood and backed away. Her eyes were fearful.

As Draco tried to fumble for his wand a combat boot met the side of his face before resting heavily on his throat. "I won't hesitate to end you." A bullet went into his other shoulder. The boot on his throat silenced any screams.

Hermione was the only one that hadn't moved and she had slowly lifted her hands in the air. "We only want to talk with the girl that we saw on a date with Harry Potter. She lives here."

The second guard radioed that back.

"And how do you know who lives here?"

Hermione gulped. She couldn't say that she used magic.

Integra was rudely awoken after a long night. Still in her pajamas, she stared at the video footage that was routed to her private security station. She saw evidence that the Wild Geese were effective, if a bit trigger happy. But there was nothing wrong with that. Integra called the liaison at MI-5 to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. If they were looking for Harry Potter at Hellsing, they had tracked Seras. That meant interference by the Magicals. Something that was expressly forbidden. In fact that was one of the only reasons she was allowed to call the MI-5 liaison. As she was waiting to talk to someone, Integra ordered her men. "Tell them where they are, and that the Department of Magical Law Enforcement has no jurisdiction over our actions. If they attempt to press the issue I will classify them as a threat to Queen and Country and you can kill them. Also inform them that Harry Potter is dead. I'e never seen him and neither have any of my people. Kill them if they go for their weapons again." Integra smirked. "Shoot the redheaded man in the leg for calling us normal folk 'right barmy.' Make it somewhere painful."

"Understood Ma'am."

The orders were relayed to the second man at the gate. He walked over to where the two men were downed. "You are trespassing on the grounds of the Hellsing Organization. If you continue to demand entrance you will be declared a threat to Queen and Country and as such will be destroyed."

Hermione had read about the Hellsing Organization and she paled.

The soldier continued. "I've also been informed to tell you that the Department of Magical Law Enforcement has no jurisdictions over our actions and our authority comes from the Queen herself. If you go for your weapons again, we are to kill all of you. Finally, even we know that Harry Potter is dead. No one here has ever seen him." He leveled his assault rifle at the two women. "Well?"

Hermione spoke. "We'll leave."

"Good choice."

The same soldier let off a shot in Ron's knee.

Hermione was aghast. "What was that for?!"

The man looked dispassionately at the bushy haired one. "Orders from the top. She said to shoot the redhead in the leg for 'calling normal people right barmy.' At a guess she'd met him before. You have ten seconds to get him before I take out his other knee."

Hermione levered Ron up and apparated to St. Mungos. Ginny followed with Draco.

One of the Wild Geese looked at the Hellsing guard. "So magic and monsters are all real?"

The man nodded.

"Suddenly I'm going to have difficulty sleeping."

Up in her office, Integra grinned ferally. "Yes, I have proof that some of your people were trying to gain entrance to Hellsing Estate. They should be headed to that hospital of yours. Saint Munkos or whatever the hell you call it. Two of them have been shot for pressing the issue and attempting to draw weapons on my guards. No that isn't going too far. I could have summoned Alucard to deal with them. All four would be bloodless husks before we cut off their heads, ripped out their hearts, and then lit them on fire to prevent them from becoming Ghouls. A handful of gunshot wounds is getting off lightly. Now if you will excuse me, I have work to do." Integra grinned as she slammed the phone down and headed back to bed.

Meanwhile at St. Mungo's, Hermione was sitting next to the bed where the Healer worked on Ron. Draco was in the next bed over.

Ginny looked at Hermione. "We should go back there with some Aurors for them attacking us like that."

Hermione shook her head. "Even with Aurors, we couldn't get in. In fact, we would probably end up dead."

Ginny frowned. "A shield charm will stop their gums from hurting us."

"Guns, and guns are the least of our problems."

"What do you mean?"

"They said that they were part of the Hellsing Organization. If that's true, there's nothing we can do."

"What is the Hellsing Organization?"

"It is a group of Muggles that hunt down and destroy vampires and their spawn. They also don't hesitate to take down any other supernatural threat when they find them. Rumor is that they have a Nosferatu bound to the family."

Ginny was confused. "What is a Nosferatu?"

Hermione sighed. Honestly, was she the only one that ever opened a book? "A Nosferatu is to regular vampires like we are to Muggles. They are stronger, faster, and far more powerful. Blood pops don't work on them to keep their hunger sated. The last time a witch or wizard encountered one it was over seventy years ago. It decimated a squad of Hitwizards. They hit it with the Killing Curse several times and it refused to die. An observer noted that the black-haired creature laughed before literally ripping through all twenty Hitwizards and then draining the blood from their dismembered corpses."

Ginny shuddered.

"That's not all. Normal Vampires can only create new Vampires from magic users. If they bite a Muggle, it creates Spawn that need to be destroyed. Nosferatu can make vampires from both magicals and Muggles."

"And this Hellsing Organization controls one?"

Hermione nodded. "I read it in one of Ron's Auror training manuals. Obliviator squads, Aurors, Hitwizards, even Unspeakables aren't to even approach the Muggles that work for Hellsing. If they do, they will likely be killed by the Hellsing soldiers. Not to mention, immediately fired if they survive."

"Why would they be fired?"

"If Hellsing decided that the Magical World was a threat to the Crown, they would hunt us down and destroy us. If they have a Nosferatu, it's possible. Rumor is that Dumbledore had to convince the Queen to order them to not go after Voldemort because of the prophecy. Apparently not even Voldemort would go against them. There were a few times where Death Eaters stayed too long at an attack and their corpses littered the streets, riddled with bullets. That's why they started casting the Dark Mark after an attack instead of before."

"Do you think Harry works for them now?"

Hermione shrugged. "Who knows? It's possible that he is dating the girl. But then again it is also possible that Hellsing is trying to recruit him."

Before anything else was said, Auror Penrod, Ron's partner, came into the room carrying a box. He spied Hermione and headed over. "Mrs. Weasley, please inform your husband that he is not to come in to work tomorrow or any day after that."

Hermione was confused. "Excuse me, what is going on?"

"Did you or did you not confront the Hellsing Organization? I'm sure you know what that means."

Hermione paled again and nodded.

Penrod handed the box to Hermione. "I took the liberty of cleaning out his desk. They were going to throw everything away."

"Thank you."

The older Wizard shrugged and shook his head at what was going on. When Harry Potter was declared legally dead, his will had shocked several people.

Flashback

No spell had been able to locate Harry Potter in over a year. Owls refused to take flight. Gringott's methods of monitoring the lives of the vault holders were inconclusive. Sometimes they read alive, other times dead. As it stood, he had made a large withdrawal and then disappeared. What's more, not even the most invasive and nosy reporter had seen him in almost two years.

Once the decree was made public that Harry Potter was considered legally dead, speculation ran rampant. The trio that knew him best had no response to the questions. Hermione Granger-Weasley, Ron Weasley, and Ginny Weasley had all insisted that Harry was fine when they saw him last and thus far they had tried to get in contact with him, but had been unable to do so. They cited concern for Harry's well-being as the reason for their actions. They publicly said that they had initiated the process in hopes that Harry would step forward to prove that he wasn't actually dead.

Once this was done, a Solicitor reported that he had created a will for the Potter and Black Lord. He mentioned that some of the answers to the questions they had posed would be answered. It was also mentioned that Harry had stipulated that the reading of his will be done in public. It was a media field day when the Will Reading was performed. With so many wanting to attend, it was done on the grounds of Hogwarts.

The Pensive memories that played as the will was read, as well as Harry's words to his former friends shattered all illusions. The actions and words of Draco, Ginny, Hermione, and Ron had been seen by hundreds of people and transmitted over the wireless.

Molly Weasley publicly wept before rounding on her two youngest children in a tirade that would be burned into the minds of those listening. It was a solid twenty minutes of rage and vitriol. No one dared to interrupt the woman that killed Bellatrix Lestrange. When she finished, Molly fell to her knees and sobbed. She had seen Harry as one of her own, to see that actions of her own children had driven another away tore at her heart.

Arthur banished them from the Burrow. He glared at Hermione, Ginny, and Ron. His statement echoed over all of Wizarding Britain. "You call yourself his friends? It's no wonder that no one can find him. You're more an enemy to Harry Potter than Voldemort ever was. I'd cast you from the family, but those spells were destroyed by my grandfather. As it stands, none of you are welcome at the Burrow any longer. I will attack you if try to enter my home. And Ginny, what possessed you to get close to a Malfoy?" Arthur looked skyward and a tear fell from his jaw. "Harry, wherever you are, I hope that you're happy." The Weasley Patriarch tossed an arm around Molly and the pair apparated away.

The pop of the Weasley's departure was the signal for every reporter to descend on the trio, demanding to know the truth.

Meanwhile, Draco's pale skin had turned grey. In two days, he was slated to wed Astoria Greengrass in a marriage that would reverse the fortunes of the Malfoy family. His relationship with Ginny was revealed to everyone.

Astoria publicly slapped him before declaring, "Draco, I'm not marrying you. You said you loved me but you were shacking up with that redheaded trollop. The wedding is off, and don't you dare speak to me again!"

Lucius sneered at his son. "For once I agree with a Weasley on something. You are no son of mine. Enjoy life with your 'blood traitor minx' Draco. Come Narcissa."

The Malfoys disappeared, causing another group of reporters to converge on Draco.

The quartet publicly said that those memories were faked. With everything that had happened, no one believed them.

Flashback End

Hermione stared at the box. "I can't believe I didn't see it before."

Ginny frowned. "See what?"

Hermione turned to the redhead. "Harry lives in the Muggle side of Britain. A few months and I should be able to track him down. I'll spend some time learning to use a computer and I'll find him."

Ginny frowned. "So far he doesn't want to be found. Will that even work?"

Hermione nodded hesitantly. "Regardless of the fact that he must live under some heavy wards, if you are living as a Muggle, you have to work. That means records."

"But Harry doesn't live at Grimmauld. We've done enough to know that."

Hermione nodded, recalling that particular headache. "But what about a Fidelius? He could be living under one now. But he still goes out from time to time, we know that."

"But why does Gringotts reveal him as dead, but not dead?"

Hermione shrugged. "Maybe the Black Library had something in it to mess with those spells. It was a year before Gringotts began registering that peculiarity. That's more than enough time to find a masking spell that Harry could cast." Hermione scowled at losing that particular resource. "The two times we've seen him, it was at an outdoor café, near sunset, or after dark. There are probably quite a few of those. However, it gives us a place to start. Both times he was on a date with a woman that works for Hellsing. The book he was reading was older, but didn't look like it was magical." Hermione frowned. "But Harry hated to study. Why would he be reading now?"

Ginny said, "We could talk to Andromeda again." She winced, remembering their last 'visit' with the older witch. "Never mind."

Hermione flinched, remembering the words the former Black had said, both in person and in print.

Flashback start

Unlike Molly's rage, the statements that Andromeda had issued were cold, calculated, and ruthless. After having her wards eject them, Andromeda had gone to the Prophet and shared with their most bloodthirsty reporter the story of that encounter. Said reporter didn't even have to twist anything. Andromeda had couched everything in what Harry had done for her and Teddy, and the difficulties that they had endured once Harry disappeared. Harry had set up a generous trust vault for Teddy and her to live on, so money wasn't an issue. Provided that they lived modestly, of course. The unanswered letters that she had sent, the difficulty of telling Teddy that his Godfather may be dead, as well as her last link to any family disappearing from their world, were all laid out in heartrending, yet brutal detail, citing the incidents as the fault of Harry's former friends. Andromeda had spoken of a visit from Harry, as he handed over all the documentation that the Potter and Black Fortunes were to belong to Teddy should something happen to him, and that he was leaving the Magical World.

Andromeda had said that if Harry was still alive, she held no ill will towards him, especially with what the reading of the Will had revealed. The encounter with the four, as portrayed by Andromeda, was particularly vicious. Her unedited words had effectively removed any support that the 'Disgraced Quartet' might have had. Andromeda had publicly warned the four, via the Prophet, that if they ever darkened her doorstep again, they would be leaving with several body parts missing. She had then urged the Wizarding World to accept the decision of Harry to leave the Wizarding World. If Harry Potter was dead, not accepting it would disgrace his memory and what he wanted after those closest to him betrayed him. If he had forever left their world because of betrayal by those he trusted, then people shouldn't fault him, they should instead direct their energies and aggravation towards those that had precipitated such a drastic decision. After all, if Harry had lost himself in the Muggle World, he wouldn't be getting the Daily Prophet.

The backlash towards the four had been spectacular. The fallout was such that no one would really interact with them. Hermione's job with the Department of Mysteries disappeared as it was given to a recent graduate that was 'more qualified.' Ron was still an Auror, but he wouldn't get promoted, and he was relegated to some of the nastiest tasks available. Even the trainees could order him to do something. Draco was an assistant at Bourgin's and no one would hire Ginny after the redhead was kicked off the Harpies. Hermione was eventually able to find work in the Muggle world as a petrol station attendant. Her parents still weren't talking to her.

Flashback End

Hermione shook herself from the dark memories. "No. We'll find Harry and explain that he misheard things; that we didn't mean what he heard, and he will come back."

Ginny nodded. "And even if he doesn't want to, he's been living as a Muggle this whole time. Between the four of us, we can bring him back."

Hermione nodded. "Now we just need to convince Ron and Draco of the plan."

Walter sent a message to the Major. Harry Potter had no inclination to participate in anything supernatural. He had left the magical side of the world and was living in the mundane. He had changed his name and lived somewhere in London. Magic made getting his location difficult. Walter still had no information about the new vampire. Harry Potter was seen eating actual food, so he was not a possibility. The best recourse would be to find the wizard that had befriended Helena. Thus far, no leads could be found. Since said vampire had left before Millenium's name was uttered by the dying Jan, it was unlikely that the fire-wielding vampire knew of them.

The Major had used his contacts in MI5 to try to track down any information on the missing wizard. Apparently the day after Helena's death the mystery wizard, named Alex Boyers, had quit his job, turned in the keys to his flat, and disappeared. Walter had to wonder if Alex Boyers was a fake name. Walter continued memorizing the report. It turned out that Alex Boyers likely wasn't a real person. The records had simply appeared one day, hinting at the fact magic was at work. It was this action that had caused the idea that Harry Potter might be 'Alex Boyers' to be tossed around.

Great, so they had a possible mundane-born wizard turned vampire hiding in the mundane world. Helena hadn't shown any prerogative for creating a Fledgling. Somehow this mystery vampire had convinced her to change him and remained a Fledgling up until Helena's death. What was important was that they had a face. Knowing Helena's abilities, they had put together a possible profile of the vampire's abilities. Pyrokinesis and telekinesis were the confirmed abilities. There were rumors of illusionary abilities, but nothing confirmed. Helena's bloodline had certainly been empowered as she had turned a wizard. It was nothing compared to Alucard's abilities, but it was still formidable.

Walter frowned. If this Vampire was indeed similar enough to Helena, they might be holed up someplace and not bother with the world around them. Perhaps he could encourage Seras to try to track the mystery Vampire down. She had already run into Harry Potter twice. Maybe she could find this Firebug. Walter smirked. Maybe he could have that become the new Vampire's codename. Walter frowned. A link to Millennium's operations in Brazil had already been found and forwarded to Integra. Well, Tubalcain had wanted to see how he would fare against Alucard. The pompous card hustler would meet his end against Alucard, Walter had no belief otherwise.

Only he Walter Dornez, the Angel of Death, could defeat the No-Life King.

Still don't know how to properly segue into flashbacks.