Disclaimer: This is a fan written work based on the works of J.K. Rowling. It might possibly also have some elements of a number of other works. There is no money being made from this, it is merely a work meant for the entertainment of myself and the masses. This is merely for fun, and no profit. I repeat: I am not making any money out of writing this.

Warning (1): OCs OOCs Sues, and some crack. You have been warned.

Note: AU.

Warning (2): A bunch of religious things in here pertaining to the Roman Catholic Church, and possibly a bunch of other religions. You have been warned.

Warning (3): Due to the involvement of religion, there will be mentions and appearances of the guys and gals from Hellsing the anime, I don't know enough about Millenium to do anything.

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Lost and Found

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chapter ten

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Divin Intervention was one of the few things that Clement did not do often, but there were times when he believed that it would be better if he would perform such acts. From the year 1661 to the year 1662, Clement had been in constant use of his powers, appearing here and there around France providing food for the hungry and providing medicine for the sick as well as comfort for the dying. During that time, France suffered a famine. Clement sent out all his people to help out everywhere in France that they could, it was probably the actual first time that Notre Dame had the priests, gargoyle, and angels in it, as everyone else was around France, helping wherever they could.

When the famine looked like it wouldn't leave, he decided that nature needed a little push in the right direction. So while standing on a high hill overlooking one of the hamlets that had been suffering from the famine, Clement's body exploded or shattered like glass according to some accounts. He then joined his self with all his other pieces that he used to multitask, he needed to multitask due to all the places, responsibilities and the like that he had on his plate, he gathered all the pieces of himself, put all their responsibilities on hold, and bent nature to his will, or more like became nature, no one but him would know that there was a time that Mother Nature was given a break and Clement became Father Nature. He pushed away the sickness in the world, and caused the famine, as well as bunch of other nasty things to disappear. Once he was sure that everything would be alright, he gave back the reigns to Gaia, and reformed his body on the steps of Notre Dame just as his people were returning from the other parts of France.

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Sometime in the sixteenth century Clement had finally been able to coax the Court of Miracles out of hiding, some had integrated themselves into society with Clement's help, but a majority wanted to keep to tradition and hid away, but not well enough, as with each year after Clement would visit them. They gave up hiding from him and allowed those that wanted to leave, leave. But by their coming out in the open for a time, they had managed to forge an alliance with Magical France, magic and mysticism were joined together once again.

It was also during that time when people, the regular ignorant ones, started to wonder who exactly it was that rung the bells. Who was the conucted of the five belled orchestra, and many a tall tale was told about the mysterious bell ringer that dared not show his face in public. There were some people that saw Clement looking down from a bell tower without his wings, while his face was covered by his hood. There were many a youth that had been dared into entering Notre Dame and climbing up the and visiting the bells to see if there was actually anyone up there. But whenever someone did go up there, they found nothing, except a loitering priest or a misplaced w-angel. No bell ringer in sight.

After a time some people got it into their heads that the mysterious bell ringer was a monster, one who was trapped in Notre Dame and in order for it to be set free it had to work ring the bells until the Church believed that it had been purged of all evil. There were a number of other accounts, but none of them were correct.

There also came a time when a Delaluna girl would bring a basket of bread up to the towers, people speculated that she was delivering a peace offering to the monster when ever she visited, and they believed that it was not the bread that was offered. In truth Celeste Delaluna, named after her ancestor was having cooking lesson in Notre Dame, and her teacher was none other than the bell ringer himself, who she found to be quite handsome, and was part of the reason she insisted on going every sunday after morning mass.

It was with great regret that the the priests of Notre Dame decided to ban Celeste from visiting her cooking teacher, something about her getting hurt in the end and find a normal young man to fall in love with. The day she left the cathedral vowing to never set foot in it again due to what the priests had told her, she was stopped in mid-step, it had been dusk which quickly turned to night. She stopped in mid-step since she thought she felt something land behind her, when she looked behind her she found a young man in his late twenties.

"I'm really sorry mademoisells Delaluna," he said, "But it really is for the best that you not visit Monsieur Notredamos anymore."

"And who are you to say that?" Celeste said.

"I am one of his apprentices, although not in cooking like you were."

"And that makes it right for you to say such a thing?"

"Erm..no..but it is the truth, there is a reason that he allowed the priests to forbid you from visiting him again."

"And what pray is the reason?"

"You would not have lived a happy life with him, even though he did enjoy your company, he cannot afford to have the Delaluna name and bloodline die with you."

"That's his reason? What is he, a priest too?"

"No..the way you are around him, as I have observed, you are infatuated with him a little too much, while he only sees you as something like a granddaughter."

"How can he see me as such, he doesn't even look all that old."

"He is in truth far older than that, there is a reason why your family is close to his. He is the Lord of House Notredamos, and was a childhood friend of your ancestor, the one who you were named after."

"No way he can be that old," she said unbelieving.

"Well, he is that old, and he does see you only as a child," he said, "But, I don't.."

"And..?"

"That is why he threw me off of the roof actually," he admitted.

"Threw you off of the roof? Impossible! You would have died had he done that!" she exclaimed in disbelief.

"How about I walk you home, I actually do have to deliver something to your parents," he said.

"Well, if you are going to accompany me, you might as well tell me your name," she said.

"Erwin, Erwin Flamel," he said.

"Any relation to Nicolas Flamel?" she asked as they walked.

"Yes, in fact he's my cousin..of a sort."

"So Erwin, what did you apprentice for?"

"Would you believe alchemy?" he asked.

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"Was it wise for you to push him in that direction, Master Clement?" Joaquin, head of the EoD, asked.

"They're perfect for one another."

"How so?"

"He's a vampire in love with everlasting beauty, and she is not only beautiful, but should she ever gain immortality they will both live happily ever after."

"She could have lived by your side, you know."

"I'm not into incest at the moment."

"She's not even related to you."

"Celeste Colette Delaluna was a friend, and she named me the godfather of her second born, therefore I am family."

"Whatever you say," Joaquin said, "Have you visited Marseille recently?"

"Should I have?"

"Your House might think you've finally died."

"I wrote them that I am still alive, well, kicking, and not interested in passing on the title of Lord."

"They really want the title?"

"No..they actually want me to go on vacation..."

"You know, I really do think that you should.."

"I'll go stay at the Vatican in 1693, if it'll make you happy."

"But I'll be dead by then! What would point be?"

"Well, I wouldn't have to deal with you trying to get me to take a break, now would I?"

"You are incorigible! I don't know how Archdeacon Patrick could stand you!"

"I was five when we first met."

"Argh! Forget it! Just get out of this place once in a while, the hunchback of Notre Dame stories are really getting to me!"

"If you keep slouching like you do, there really will be a hunchback."

"I'm going back to work, my mass is in an hour, don't come down then," Joaquin said as he walked away.

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In 1693 Clement did leave Notre Dame, and France entirely for a short while, to indeed take vacation, he had also finally allowed his people to move out of Notre Dame and live wherever they wished. With him out of France he was unable to save two million people from dying during the famine, but due to the efforts and experience that his people had accumulated in the last famine, no more than that had died.

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Clement had gone and visited his descendants Germany, Winona's line was magically strong, not just because of the bit of magical raven blood coursing through their veins, but also because of his blood running through their veins. His grandson named Durmstrang, founded Germany's premiere institue of magical education, which he named Durmstrang Institue. Clement had spent the year there, and had taught a bit of potions, when it was found out that he was the grandfather of the founder of the school the headmaster as well as the rest of the staff had tried to get him to stay. He had poilitely declined stating hat he needed to return to Notre Dame. They were sad to see him go, but told him that shuold he ever want to teach again, the school would welcome him, and they wouldn't offer him the headmaster's position the next time.