Chap. 13: I'm Not Harry Potter

The Winter break was great, and Ron soon came to feel at home with the Hellsings, though he still got slightly edgy when Alucard first came into the same room.

But, as it always happened, time went by fast and they were soon packing up to go back to school.

"I'm really going to miss this. It was really fun. Dad'll be begging to know all about what I've learned here. He'll be so amazed at what mugglemade things you have! Who would have thought, muggles have moving pictures too! And what was it call, a fon?"

"Phone." Vladimir chuckled at Ron's dazed look as he thought of all the amazing things.

"Yeah that! We just communicate through owls, or the fire place, and things like that. Those phones are so much more convenient! And then there's all those guns! I knew about your gun, and I know you told me about all of them, but I never really put much though on there being so many different types!"

At this Vladimir look at Ron with a stern, but still laughing way. "Now, if you tell your dad about the guns, be sure that I'm there as well if he tries to get a gun and do tests on it. Don't want an accident to happen, now do we?"

Ron nodded vigorously, recalling his try out for a gun. Needless to say, Ron was a poor shot. But the boy was very interested in the weapon, and still seemed to want to practice it. Perhaps with time, he could be a great shot.

Stuffing the last thing of clothing into his trunk, Vladimir straightened up with a relieved sigh. "And now that we're done packing, why don't we roam around the city for a bit? I'm sure there are a few places we haven't seen, and a few places you're sure to want to see once more before leaving…?"

"Sounds good to me. Let's go."

London was calm, at least, calmer than it normally was. Now that Christmas was well out of the way, there weren't so many people bustling about trying to get gifts.

They went to various places, such as some parks, some historical areas, a computer lab- on Ron's insistence, of course- and a Library.

"Augh… Why did you take so long in there? What's so great about old dusty books?" Ron complained, as they had just- finally in Ron's opinion- come out of the library.

"Come now Ron, we weren't in there but for half an hour. I was looking around in their give always to see if I could save any valuable material so it doesn't end up in the garbage, or worse. Plus, I got something for Hermione and another thing for your Father. "

"My father? What could you have possibly got him?" Ron said, looking at Vladimir with a very perplexed expression.

Smirking, Vladimir pulled out a book on the engineering of Television sets.

"Figured if you got a kick out of the Tillie, your father would too."

Ron took the book to look through it. "Hum….." he said, looking at a page with blue prints of the interworking's of the Television set.

"Humm… Ahummm…. Ahhh…."

"You don't get any of it do you?" Vladimir said, his voice blank, but a slight smirk on his face still.

"Nope! Not a letter of it makes any sense!" Ron said, grinning as he handed to book back.

Laughing they made their way down the steps and turned off down the street, heading for a restaurant.

"So what is it you got for Hermione?"

"'The Mythical Creatures of Night'. It's the muggles view on them, of course, but I figured she'd find it entertaining."

"Knowing her, she might. I think it could be any book, so long as it has big words."

They chuckled and continued on to the restaurant.

When they got there, Ron looked around with interest. It wasn't all that fancy, but it was still a top diner in London.

"Table for two, please? Preferably shaded, if you don't mind?" Vladimir said to the man at the front desk.

"Yes sir. Right this way." The man said, an escorted the two boys to a dark corner in the room. "Your waiter will be with you shortly." He said, bowing slightly and then taking his leave.

A few seconds later, a waitress came to their table, smiling.

"Hello, Mr. Hellsing. Will you be having the usual?" said the women, smiling.

"Yes, Ma'am." She jotted something down on her notepad and looked at Ron expectantly.

"And what will you be having, sir?"

"Um…." Ron said, not at all sure what do.

"He'll have a Root-Beer, and the Chicken platter, potatoes for the side, with beef gravy over the chicken and potatoes." Vladimir said, relieving Ron of his question. Remembering Crimson was with him, he said, "Oh, and, might I get a steak? Nice and Rare?"

"Certainly, sir." She said, and clicked her pen shut, done jotting down the order. "I'll be back shortly with your drinks."

After she left, Ron- after he stopped looking at the women's retreating form- looked at Vladimir in some relief. "Thanks…"

"No problem." Vladimir said, chuckling slightly at the way Ron had been staring at Miss Kerstin form.

"So, what do you suppose will happen when everyone does find you're really Harry Potter?" Ron asked.

Vladimir shrugged, though he very much detested the thought of what they would do. "I honestly don't think I'll bring it up. I may be the boy-who-lived, but I am not Harry Potter. I am, and always will be Vladimir Hellsing."

Just then, Kirstin came back with their drinks. "Your steak is almost done, the rest might take a bit longer." And then she left.

When she was gone, Ron continued their conversation. "Yeah, but…. Surely they'll find out at some point. They'll cause an uproar about it, an it'll be worse than it was when you weren't Harry Potter… or well… you know what I mean…"

"Well, though I detest the thought of it even happening, I'm sure it would blow over eventually. "

"So, why don't you just say you're not him? Like… continue saying you're not him."

"Because that would be lying."

"Oh, come on mate! It's okay to lie here and there. I'll bet your parents have lied plenty to get out of sticky situations."

"Yes, but those are lies that they can pull off. A lie like this? It'd be found out eventually, and when it does, then there'd be uproar. And depending on how long it took for me to lie about it, it would make the commotion bigger than it could."

Ron looked at him blankly. "… What….?"

Kirsten came back with the steak and then left again. Once she left, Vladimir scooted the plate into the darker, more shaded place at the table so Crimson could eat without anyone staring.

Looking back at Ron, he said, "Huh… Never mind. I'll tell them- if I see fit to it- that I'm am the boy-who-lived, but if they ask if I'm Harry Potter, then I will say no. Simple."

"Alright, mate. It's your life. Good luck."

"Huh… in this case, I might actually need it. 'Cause really, it's a lose-lose situation not matter what I do."

And with that, and their food arriving, the conversation ended, and they started talking about what they'd be doing in their next semester.

A.N.: Oh god…. There are no words to describe how bad I feel. I'm truly sorry for taking so long with an update! D: I honestly had to force myself to write this chappy, due to my insane case of Writers Block. It is a terrible sickness that I've been plagued with for all my stories. I can only hope that you like this chapter. I make no promises for the next chapter, but I'll try my best.