Harry Potter and the Millennium

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Notes: Sorry for the missed updates! Real life caught up with me, so I didn't have time to write… No fear, I'll keep updating!

Thanks to RosoMC for correcting my explanation of chapter 1.

Chapter IV – Halter of Straw

Surprised and more then a little shock at her servant's animosity against the man whom the Queen had named 'Dumbledore', Integral Hellsing sent a questioning glance to Alucard.

Catching her glance, Alucard smirked. Without taking his gaze off the man, he replied in her mind,

"That… man… was the apprentice of the wizard who had helped Abraham to sealed me. Mere science could not seal a vampire, Master; there will always be sorcery involved. The wizard, a Nicolas Flamel, was apparently a friend of Abraham, although I had no idea where they had met. To add insult to injury further, this apprentice had also been the one who had helped your father sealed me to the dungeon thirty years ago. I had no idea he still lives…"

"Why was I not told of this?" Integral demanded.

"You never asked, Master…"

The Queen spoke, interrupting their mental conversation, "Professor Dumbledore is the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I'm quite sure that all of you know about him. Professor, you said that there is something important?"

"Yes, Your Majesty," Dumbledore inclined his head towards the Queen, "Do you know the magical provinces in Britain?"

Sir Islands spoke up, "There is the school and the wizarding village, Hogsmeade if I'm not mistaken, in Scotland. There is also the Ministry of Magic, the hospital, and a couple of shopping streets, Diagon Alley is it not? And the a few wizarding neighbourhoods scattered around Britain…"

Dumbledore turned to him and shook his head, sighing, "No, Sir Islands, you named too many. Diagon Alley no longer exists."

Sir Penwood spoke, incredulous, "What do you mean, 'no longer exists'?"

The man holding the bowler hat, Minister Fudge, Integral recalled, said, "Exactly that, Sir Penwood. Yesterday, vampires viciously attacked the Alley. Out of the thousands of wizarding citizens that were there, only 3 survived. And we found this."

Professor McGonagall stepped forward, holding a picture to a guard. Soon after, a magnified image of the photograph appeared. In the centre was an extremely large swastika, with the word 'Millennium' written underneath, in blood. What were more gruesome were the dead bodies and the blood surrounding the symbol and word, seemingly to flank it.

Sir Islands, suppressing a shudder, said, "That symbol is a swastika, something used during World War Two by the Nazis. Why…"

He was interrupted when Walter suddenly stepped forward, surprising everyone. Integral was surprised to see him take a long vial out of his pocket, even more shocked to see the FREAK chip residing inside. Walter carefully took the chip out of the vial, aware of the eyes on him. He removed the photograph from the projector and placed the chip onto the projector.

"This is a FREAK chip, the cause of the vampire epidemic in the world, especially in Britain. Many vampires were found with the chip inside their bodies, and it is greatly possible that the chip is actually causing humans to turn into vampires."

"What has that got to do with the attack on the Alleys? Granted, it was vampires who did it, but how can you be sure that it is those with the chip inside them?"

Walter turned back to the projector and magnified the image.

"The FREAK chip has one similarity to the photograph you brought. The swastika," He pointed to the centre of the chip. "There is a high probability that this 'Millennium', have a connection to the creators of the chip, or are even the creator themselves!"

Harry gasped, "What do you mean? Diagon Alley was attacked? I don't understand!"

Mrs. Weasley suddenly stood behind him, hands on his shoulders, "Harry, you better sit down."

He sat numbly, still reeling from the shocking news. Remus took a deep breath and said,

"Harry, last night, Diagon Alley was attacked by a group of powerful vampires. They destroyed the whole alley and the 3 survivors were miracles. And they found this." Remus took a photograph out of his pocket, hands slightly shaking.

Harry stared at the picture. In the centre was a symbol that Harry had seen only in his classes in the past, a swastika. Below it was the words 'Millennium', both of which seemed to be written in blood. As if that wasn't gruesome enough, there were bodies surrounding it, all of which seemed to be in a kneeling or running position. Harry swallowed, feeling bile rise into his throat. He quickly gave the picture back to Remus, who shoved it inside his pocket.

Harry took a shaky breath and asked, "Who was there?"

Remus closed his eyes, replying, "The Creevys, the Prewetts, Mundungus, Professors Sprout and Sinistra, Moody, Tonks…"

He continued to reel off names, but Harry was in shock. He barely heard Mrs. Weasley say,

"Tonks survived and is fine. Moody is in St. Mungo, in coma… Dung…" She broke down, sobbing into Mr. Weasley's arms.

Everyone seemed to be in deep shock, almost catatonic. Harry suddenly asked,

"Where are Kingsley, Dumbledore and the rest of the professors? They're not…?"

Hermione shook her head, "They are fine. They went to get help for…" she trailed off.

"Why, why, did this happen? Who did this? Who is this 'Millennium'?" Ginny spat the last word out.

No one could answer her, not even Harry.

A soft chuckle suddenly permeated the silence that followed Walter's proclamation. Almost as one, everyone turned, looking for the source.

"Well, well, it seemed that we have been found out!" the intruder spoke.

As one, everybody drew his or her weapons, pointing at him. The intruder chuckled again, raising his hands in surrender.

"So jumpy! Don't worry, I'm a special envoy, I have no intention of fighting." He smirked.

Integral took a long look of him. He seemed to be a normal fifteen year old boy if not for the cat ears poking out from the sides of his head and his Hitler youth uniform.

"Special envoy? Where did you get in from?" Sir Howard spoke sharply.

A security guard ran in, "Our defences are perfect, none has been breached."

The boy shook his head, smirking, "Don't bother. I'm everywhere, and nowhere."

He walked forward to the long table where the Knights are seated, taking out a small, rectangular screen from a pocket. He placed it on the table and switched it on.

"My Herr Major would like to speak to all of you."

Integral watched as the screen flickered a few times before a fuzzy picture showed. A short fat man wearing a pristine white suit appeared in the screen, smiling genially at them. He turned to Sir Howard, the smile growing larger.

"Sir Howard! Good to see you again! After all, it's been sometime before we spoke, face to face."

"What… What are you talking about?" Sir Howard replied, uncomfortably aware of all the eyes on him.

The boy chuckled again, "I see you like playing games, Sir Howard! Sturmbann-fuehrer, should I inform him?"

The Major smiled again, "Of course, Schrödinger! Tell them all about the man who betrayed his country for a simple thing like immortality!"

Sir Howard was standing up out, beads of sweat coating his brow, "What the HELL are you talking about?"

Schrödinger smiled, sitting down on the long table, "Oh come on, Sir Howard! Don't tell me it's not you who told the priest that Alucard's fledgling was at the train and send him to finish her, and hopefully Alucard, off! Don't tell me its not you who sent Harry Anders to the fledgling for information then kill him off! Don't tell me its not you who first told the SAS that Hellsing were the terrorists! Don't tell me its not you who first set the FREAK vampire on the SAS to get them to attack Hellsing! Don't tell me you're not Incognito's human master!"

Sir Howard was shaking visibly, sweating pouring down his face. If looks could kill, he would be long dead.

The Major in the screen laughed heartily, and then turned to the cat-boy, "Well! It's time he received his just reward, don't you think? A coward who betrayed his country!"

"Yes Sturmbann-fuehrer!" Schrödinger saluted, then withdrew a small derringer from his pocket. He smiled toothily, aimed at Sir Howard, and then fired.

The Judas had no time to dodge. He looked extremely surprised as the bullet pierced through his skull and lodged into his brain.

Next Chapter: 2 words. Pip arrives!

Puts a hand on her keyboard and another on her heart- I solemnly swear that I would update consistently, at least once every two weeks. If I do not, readers are allowed to flame me like crazy for not updating.

Its there, just go check Episode 8.