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Sirius Black sighed as he saw the carnage once again. This time, there was more blood than usual.

And a lot of dust.

He found the bodies of forty Death Eaters and numerous dementors. He judged that the dust belonged to zombies and he also recognized the burn marks of vampires. Or what's left of them.

A glimmer caught his eye and his attention turned to a cabinet by the far end of the room. He knelt down and looked under the cabinet and found the source of the glimmer.

Reaching for the object, it took him a few tried before he finally grabbed a cool metallic object and took it out. He found a large automatic pistol about 390mm in length. It was made of silver and highlighted in gold. Checking the pistol Sirius found it empty and there was blood splattered around the gun.

There was no clip in the gun and the chamber was empty. He looked around the room and smirked.

"Accio Magazines," he muttered and almost immediately numerous silver magazines came to him. He fitted one in the pistol and it fit. This was ejected from the gun he was holding.

Sirius counted the empty clips and found out that there were about fifteen of them.

"Accio Casings," he muttered and dozens of spent bullet casings sped towards him. Taking out a pouch, he placed the casings and the clips in it. He hid the pistol and the pouch in his cloak.

He needed to talk to the only person who knew about it other than his owner.

He needed to end this before more people get hurt.

Or die.

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Narcissa took a walk in the sanctuary's halls. She was headed for the garden for some fresh air without any worries. She knew she was safe but it could get a little lonesome sometimes.

She never saw anyone in the castle although she really doubted that there was anyone there in the first place.

She exited the castle and entered the garden, it was one of her favorite places.

She never saw anything that would rival it. Indigenous and foreign flowers grew giving color to the sea of green. There was also a garden maze and in the middle of it was an intricate fountain with statues of angels playing on the water.

There was also a beautiful gazebo where she usually rests. And today that was her destination.

With a book in her hand, she walked towards the gazebo expecting a nice day to read. But when she reached her destination, she saw something she never expected.

A human body was lying on the ground near the gazebo, his clothes were ripped and bloodied. She could see the wounds in his body through his threadbare.

Reluctantly, she approached the body, fearing that it would attack her. But she realized that the Sanctuary would only let those of earnest heart enter. Sighing her reluctance, she walked towards him and checked if he had a pulse.

He did.

She threw caution out to the wind and quickly picked him up using a spell. They had arrived at one of empty rooms and she lay him down on the bed.

She quickly ran towards the bathroom and drew some water from the faucet and took a towel and some bandages. She ran from the room to aid the man who was now breathing slowly like his life was fading away.

Narcissa was not a mediwitch but she knew some first-aid charms. Applying some charm to her patient, she began to clean his dirty face with the towel and water. His clothed were in the way so she removed them.

She also removed a leather holster that had been ripped to near shreds. It seemed to have once held a weapon but she had more important things to worry about than leather. She cleaned his face and body removing anything that could get him infected.

When she looked at his clean face her heart skipped a beat.

"Bismarck," she said as she exhaled. He was peaceful when he sleeps. That made Narcissa's heart warm.

Taking a deep breath, she finished her work carefully and covered him with a blanket.

She sighed as she looked at him. She wondered what had happened to him but remembering the ball she had some ideas.

After cleaning the room, Narcissa took a chair and placed it by the bed. Sitting on it, she remembered her book and held out her hand. The book flew to her open palm. Looking at Bismarck, she smiled and read her book.

Reserving her questions to when he awakens.

For now she was just contented and enjoyed her peaceful morning.

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Bill Weasley opened the door to let Sirius and Remus in his quarters. He was expecting them for he knew that they wanted answers that only one person could give them.

"Good morning, gentlemen," Bill greeted and the two entered his quarters.

"Good morning Bill," Sirius smiled. "We have to talk."

"Straight to the point huh?" Bill sighed. "In the living room."

"There's something strange going on that we need your input," Remus said as he looked for the boy.

"What's this got to do with Alucard?" Bill asked noticing Remus's wandering gaze.

"Everything, we think," Sirius said. "There was another incident and it might concern the Berserk Fury."

"Another massacre?" Bill asked.

"In a sense," Remus smirked. "But this was different."

"In what way?"

"There were blood everywhere," Sirius said. "Normally there would be much less blood but..."

"I get the picture," Bill said as he offered the two a seat.

"So? Where're the girls?" Remus asked.

"Shopping," Bill smiled. "I just don't get it with women and the urge to shop." Sirius and Remus laughed.

"Tell me about it," Sirius said. "Where's Alucard?"

"Did you summon me?" Everyone jumped as they heard him. All of them turned and found him mere inches behind their backs. Sirius and Remus were not yet accustomed to his furtive methods.

"Yes," Sirius finally said as he caught his breath. "We need you to see this." He took out a plastic bag containing the pistol he found in the castle. Looking at the gun, Alucard frowned.

"The Ivory Salvation. The automatic version of the Ivory Saint," Alucard took the gun from the plastic and hefted it. "Instead of five bullets on clip could hold six." Sirius took out another bag and emptied its contents. Alucard's eyebrow row rose as he saw fifteen clips for the pistol.

"I also found this in the crime scene," Sirius said. Alucard's face was passive.

"He's badly injured," Alucard said making them look at him curiously. "We bring with us fourteen sets of reloads and one inside the Ivory. He expended everything he had."

"How'd you know he was injured?" Remus asked.

"If he was still fine he would have claimed the Ivory. There were also some traces of his blood on the gun, don't ask." Wisely, they didn't.

"You seemed concerned," Bill said as he looked at Alucard's passive state.

"We have our differences but you cannot deny your own blood," Alucard sighed. There was a silence that was deafening and after a moment, Sirius broke it.

"You could talk?" he asked as if it finally struck him.

"Since last night," Alucard said, his tone suggested finality.

"Is he a threat?" Remus asked.

"If you have a dark mark on you, yes. But at this time there's no fear of him attacking," Alucard began disassembling the gun. "I'll take care of it."

"I will not let you do that," Sirius said as he stood. "It is much too dangerous."

"The Berserk Fury is the least of your problems," he said as he sniffed the gun. "There is an evil presence that rivals the Dark Lord and he faced him. The fury barely got away with his life."

The men shivered at his words. Especially when he talks like an uncaring demon.

"Well then," Sirius stood and Remus followed. "We shall be leaving you now. We need to look into this new development."

"He's a vampire," Alucard said. "A strong one if he could defeat the Fury. I suggest caution."

"Much appreciated," Remus smiled. "We'll check the vampires that are on Voldemort's staff."

"Until later, Bill. Alucard, I'll leave the gun in your hands." Sirius said as he exited the room.

"We'll keep in touch," Remus said as he joined his partner. Bill sighed as he looked at Alucard while he cleaned the pistol.

"Lowly vampires," Alucard said as he wiped the blood off.

"What about them?" Bill asked.

"They give us purebloods a bad reputation," he said in annoyance.

"But I thought you're half and half."

"Purebloods are judged by certain etiquettes on becoming a vampire. It does not matter if you are born, turned or otherwise made by a freak of nature. When the criteria are met then they are called purebloods," he looked at Bill sullenly.

"So? How many are you purebloods?" he asked.

"So far?" Alucard paused and used his fingers to count. "Two."

"Two?" he asked incredulously.

"That I know of. They're may be more but as far as I know, it's only me and my brother."

"Brother?" Bill pondered for a moment. "Bismarck."

"Yes. He's my brother. And he is the Berserk Fury."

"I know," Bill sighed. "That's why you hesitated?"

"Yes. I love my brother even though we have different methods. In time we may face each other but now... I'll think about it when it's there."

"You're concerned for his safety?" Bill asked.

"Of course. Wouldn't you be when one of yours is in trouble?"

"Is he safe?" Bill asked rhetorically.

"I'll find out," Alucard smiled. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For caring," Alucard said. "Being a half vampire tends to scare away potential friends."

"Believe me Ally, I don't see you as a vampire."

"For that I am thankful," Alucard smiled and assembled the Salvation.

"I think you'd better find your brother," Bill said as he sat beside him.

There was a hesitant silence before Alucard spoke again.

"There is something I must tell you," Alucard said hesitantly.

"What is it?" Bill waited.

"There is a legend or rather a prophecy that will take place in a few months that would be rather disturbing."

"What is it?" Bill asked curiously.

"When the dark lord will come to power there would be a dark creature to help him on the road to victory. Only three ladies and their guardians could stop this creature from coming to power."

"An without this creature the Dark Lord will fall?" Bill was expectant.

"Actually no. He'll be severely pissed and his powers will decreased. Without this creature, he will have a depleted number of dark creatures in his army."

"This doesn't make sense," Bill scratched his head.

"With this creature, Voldemort could control every dark creature in the world. Most of the creatures wished to be left alone. Imagine an army of purely dark creatures overrunning the entire human population. Not a pretty sight."

"You sound like you'd seen it before," Bill looked skeptical.

"1118," Alucard smirked. "Fortunately magic was ample then and we defeated them all. Quite harrowing experience."

"So how do we go about this prophecy?" Bill asked.

"We need to find the three ladies but I'm not worried."

"Why?"

"Because fate and destiny always comes through to those deserving," Alucard smiled and looked at the gun.

"The question is; are we deserving of their favor?" Bill asked.

Alucard merely smiled cryptically.

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Drakul smirked at his near triumph. He had seen the Fury and fought with it and had won. He was no match for him and he knows it.

The vampire gloated on his victory but he wanted more.

He wanted the head of the Fury that had escaped him.

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