It's been nearly six months since Alucard started at Hogwarts School of
Witchcraft and Wizardry and still the creature that terrorizes students has
remained unfound. The classes which he does not wish to teach seem to drag
on through the hours and the children that must remain in their desks are
more restless than ever. Impatient as he is, there are things that he has
learned about the monster and still more things he wishes he knew. The
monster is something of a hell-hound species, a large black hound owning up
to three pairs of brilliant red eyes, an evil creature its origin unknown
and in addition to this, it is his familiar. The animal that he may take
the form of at will, this creature is not like that he commands; it is
darker and more sinister, something here for a purpose. It is female,
another trait that is uncommon to hell hounds, if it is a familiar, it
would take on the gender of its caller, yet there is no sign that it is
such.
Classes, this time in the night leaves Hellsing with the chance to ponder the questions of this monster's origin and possible owner so that it may be vanquished and he may leave. His classes are long, not only for him, but also for the children that sit in them. He teaches them nothing, finding it ironic that a vampire should teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, being a dark art himself. Slytherins are one of the worst houses, every night he must haul them off or toss them out, just to hear himself think. Gryffindors are the better of the houses; they listen and stay quiet, normally doing the homework from the other classes in order to have an up on the next day. He prefers them over the others, though one night it seemed that they found him as more of a protector than a teacher, or a monster as the other houses thought he was.
Harry Potter, the school hero, he was a good student and moreover, he listened and did as he was told. He burst into the classroom, arousing the vampire from another thought, stumbling and seemingly distraught.
"Professor-dementors, they-they want you to leave. Mal-Malfoy wants you out, Dumbledore is trying to make them leave..he can't..I had to find you..."
The boy collapses into a chair and breathes heavily as the vampire stands and walks past them all, not really in a big hurry to deal with Malfoy, he should have killed him on their first meeting, and yet that man may be the best chance of finding the thing. He chuckles to himself as he imagines using him for bait.
Going up the stairs to the main hall, an interesting sight meets Alucard at in the Dining Hall. Lucious Malfoy is standing, seeming way too proud of himself, Dumbledore in front of him and behind them are men, or are they men? Creatures with black hoods covering their features, if they even had any features; these were the dementors that Potter had said wanted him? Alucard shuddered slightly; the darkness from inside the cloaks was enough to make him slightly unnerved.
Lucious Malfoy puffed himself up a little and pushed past the old man to the vampire.
"I have brought with me a written statement from the Ministry of Magic tossing you out of Hogwarts and permitting the dementors of Azkaban to find and trap the creature."
"Have you then? Be my guest, however, I cannot leave until the creature is found; it is in the contract signed by the headmaster and my master, Sir Hellsing. I remain."
Again the little man puffed out his chest and proceeded to strut off, probably to have a word with the Ministry about this. The dementors followed him, sliding into the darkness and out of the castle. These new creatures reminded Alucard of something he needed to check up on. In the time that he had been at Hogwarts, he had talked to most of the professors there; a few had been a bit more trouble than they were worth. Snape had proceeded to pin him to the wall, upside down and then drop him on his head from a high point. Sprout was afraid of him and left him be for the most part, McGonagall allowed one of her students to practice on him, he was turned into a mouse for the remainder of the night, trying to outrun Mrs. Norris until he could get into Hermione's pocket. He had nearly strangled the woman when she finally did get him back. The only teacher in that school that truly made him wonder was Trelawney. His first night patrolling she had followed him around, telling him how he would die a painful death in the near future. He ignored her; he was already dead, and not too likely to die again any time soon. A week later he was attacked by the creature and landed in the infirmary for the night.
Other than the few that had caused him problems, he knew of one other that was not a professor per say, but he had an innate sense of creatures. Hagrid, the grounds keeper and Keeper of Keys at Hogwarts; he had a way of finding the most dangerous creatures and keeping them as pets. If anyone in the castle would know or think to know about the creature that was killing the students, it would be him. The students described him as a burly man, large and bulky, and yet despite his awesome size and looks, he was one of the more gentle men at Hogwarts. Standing there on the giant's doorstep, he knocked, waiting for the door to open.
When it did, the giant found an annoyed man on his steps, dripping wet from the sudden rain.
"What err ya doing out in the rain, Professor?"
Alucard said nothing, just shuddered a little as the rain fell harder on his head, he growled at the giant, getting an invite into the house. Coming into the small hovel, he stepped to the side, and watched as Hagrid searched for a towel and his tea pot.
"I have heard that you enjoy the company of strange, sometimes dangerous creatures."
"That's right Professor Hellsing, but I ain't got a critter now, not since Buckbeak."
He paused briefly to slide into a seat by the door, a large black dog standing beside him, growling at him.
".away with you."
"Now Fang, come back 'ere, he ain't gonna hurt ya. Was der somthin' you were wantin' Professor?"
"The hound in the castle, you know about it, don't you?"
Silence, outside the thunder cracked, illuminating the room where a vampire sat in the corner, wet and scowling slightly, a large man across from him, trying to hide his face from him.
"I know all right, but I ain't s'possed to tell nobody, I swore I wouldn't."
"Two dead, both ripped apart, who is it?"
"Nighthawk was asking a lot about werewolves and such before school started. She stays 'ere, like her brother I imagine, she doesn't mean to hurt no body, der's secrets in Hogwarts, dark secrets. Things I can't talk about."
Again there was silence, Alucard stood and left the small hovel, returning to his office. Nighthawk, she was the girl that survived the attack, could she have had the creature attack her so as to not be suspected, or was it really her at all? And who is her brother? As the sun rose, these questions would have to wait until the next evening and he would have to bring them to the one man that could possibly answer them, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore.
Classes, this time in the night leaves Hellsing with the chance to ponder the questions of this monster's origin and possible owner so that it may be vanquished and he may leave. His classes are long, not only for him, but also for the children that sit in them. He teaches them nothing, finding it ironic that a vampire should teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, being a dark art himself. Slytherins are one of the worst houses, every night he must haul them off or toss them out, just to hear himself think. Gryffindors are the better of the houses; they listen and stay quiet, normally doing the homework from the other classes in order to have an up on the next day. He prefers them over the others, though one night it seemed that they found him as more of a protector than a teacher, or a monster as the other houses thought he was.
Harry Potter, the school hero, he was a good student and moreover, he listened and did as he was told. He burst into the classroom, arousing the vampire from another thought, stumbling and seemingly distraught.
"Professor-dementors, they-they want you to leave. Mal-Malfoy wants you out, Dumbledore is trying to make them leave..he can't..I had to find you..."
The boy collapses into a chair and breathes heavily as the vampire stands and walks past them all, not really in a big hurry to deal with Malfoy, he should have killed him on their first meeting, and yet that man may be the best chance of finding the thing. He chuckles to himself as he imagines using him for bait.
Going up the stairs to the main hall, an interesting sight meets Alucard at in the Dining Hall. Lucious Malfoy is standing, seeming way too proud of himself, Dumbledore in front of him and behind them are men, or are they men? Creatures with black hoods covering their features, if they even had any features; these were the dementors that Potter had said wanted him? Alucard shuddered slightly; the darkness from inside the cloaks was enough to make him slightly unnerved.
Lucious Malfoy puffed himself up a little and pushed past the old man to the vampire.
"I have brought with me a written statement from the Ministry of Magic tossing you out of Hogwarts and permitting the dementors of Azkaban to find and trap the creature."
"Have you then? Be my guest, however, I cannot leave until the creature is found; it is in the contract signed by the headmaster and my master, Sir Hellsing. I remain."
Again the little man puffed out his chest and proceeded to strut off, probably to have a word with the Ministry about this. The dementors followed him, sliding into the darkness and out of the castle. These new creatures reminded Alucard of something he needed to check up on. In the time that he had been at Hogwarts, he had talked to most of the professors there; a few had been a bit more trouble than they were worth. Snape had proceeded to pin him to the wall, upside down and then drop him on his head from a high point. Sprout was afraid of him and left him be for the most part, McGonagall allowed one of her students to practice on him, he was turned into a mouse for the remainder of the night, trying to outrun Mrs. Norris until he could get into Hermione's pocket. He had nearly strangled the woman when she finally did get him back. The only teacher in that school that truly made him wonder was Trelawney. His first night patrolling she had followed him around, telling him how he would die a painful death in the near future. He ignored her; he was already dead, and not too likely to die again any time soon. A week later he was attacked by the creature and landed in the infirmary for the night.
Other than the few that had caused him problems, he knew of one other that was not a professor per say, but he had an innate sense of creatures. Hagrid, the grounds keeper and Keeper of Keys at Hogwarts; he had a way of finding the most dangerous creatures and keeping them as pets. If anyone in the castle would know or think to know about the creature that was killing the students, it would be him. The students described him as a burly man, large and bulky, and yet despite his awesome size and looks, he was one of the more gentle men at Hogwarts. Standing there on the giant's doorstep, he knocked, waiting for the door to open.
When it did, the giant found an annoyed man on his steps, dripping wet from the sudden rain.
"What err ya doing out in the rain, Professor?"
Alucard said nothing, just shuddered a little as the rain fell harder on his head, he growled at the giant, getting an invite into the house. Coming into the small hovel, he stepped to the side, and watched as Hagrid searched for a towel and his tea pot.
"I have heard that you enjoy the company of strange, sometimes dangerous creatures."
"That's right Professor Hellsing, but I ain't got a critter now, not since Buckbeak."
He paused briefly to slide into a seat by the door, a large black dog standing beside him, growling at him.
".away with you."
"Now Fang, come back 'ere, he ain't gonna hurt ya. Was der somthin' you were wantin' Professor?"
"The hound in the castle, you know about it, don't you?"
Silence, outside the thunder cracked, illuminating the room where a vampire sat in the corner, wet and scowling slightly, a large man across from him, trying to hide his face from him.
"I know all right, but I ain't s'possed to tell nobody, I swore I wouldn't."
"Two dead, both ripped apart, who is it?"
"Nighthawk was asking a lot about werewolves and such before school started. She stays 'ere, like her brother I imagine, she doesn't mean to hurt no body, der's secrets in Hogwarts, dark secrets. Things I can't talk about."
Again there was silence, Alucard stood and left the small hovel, returning to his office. Nighthawk, she was the girl that survived the attack, could she have had the creature attack her so as to not be suspected, or was it really her at all? And who is her brother? As the sun rose, these questions would have to wait until the next evening and he would have to bring them to the one man that could possibly answer them, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore.