Chapter 3
Sitting at the head of the Hellsing Board table Daphne internally groaned as the old codgers spoke. It was the monthly meeting Parliament held over the expenses of the Hellsing Organization along with discussions on how Alucard and Seras were performing. It had been a month since Hellsing had officially hired Harry on and she knew the problem of the extra paycheck would be brought up sooner or later. However that was a back thought to something that Alucard had informed her of. Harry held a soul shard in his scar, and when he learned about it, his anger was palpable.
"Ms. Hellsing there is one more matter we must bring up, over the past month a new expense has been found, under the name Harry Potter?" One of the fatter Parliament members asks leaving the question in the air.
"Yes, around the beginning of the summer a young wizard named Harry Potter was attacked by a Werewolf, my magic forced me to act and Seras turned him, he now is in the employ of the Hellsing Organization." She explains calmly.
"Much to said young wizards disapproval might I add." A new voice says as Harry melds out of the shadows around Daphne.
"Noted Mr. Potter, any other business to bring up?" The man asks, silently freaking out at seeing Harry appear out of nowhere. Seeing no one speak up Daphne sighs and leaves Harry close behind her.
"I thought I told you not to come." She seethes as she walks away.
"Yeah but something Alucard said really rang with me… so I came anyway." He says smiling wider than he had in days.
"And what did he say?" She asks hesitantly.
"Something about living through me so he can work on his reputation or some shite." He says nonchalantly.
"Oh dear god no. Please no." She whispers to herself as she continues to walk. Looking around she checks to see if anyone is around, and when she is satisfied that no one is watching she pulls out a small gold coin and presses it into her chest, port keying away. Landing in the Greengrass sitting room she stumbles forward slightly before an arm catches her and rights her.
"Careful Ma'am." Seras says as she helps Daphne stand up fully.
"I'm fine thank you Seras, where is Alucard?" She asks brushing off her suit.
"He said something about getting a light snack." Seras says without much of a care on the matter.
"Huh at this rate they might actually notice." Daphne says with a small smile.
"Voldemorte already noticed, he wasn't happy." Harry says, again melding out of the shadows, an entrance that was quickly becoming his favorite.
"Well, his men shouldn't have targeted my family." She says her smile turning dark.
"Preaching to the choir on that one." Harry remarks dryly.
"Speaking of, have you fed from blood yet." Seras asks meekly.
"No I have not." He says giving Daphne a side glance before stumbling.
"It's not healthy to use you powers like that and not feed, remember what happened during your first walk?" Daphne chides, causing Harry to remember the seven hours he spent under an oak tree waiting for the sun to go down after he first started to experiment with his powers.
"Yes I remember, it was only a week ago." He mumbles. Rolling her eyes Daphne rolls up the sleeve of her suit, and casting a quiet 'diffindo' on her wrist, letting the blood flow for a minute she grabs a nearby cup and lets it fill up.
"Drink, now." She says forcing the cup into Harry's hands. Taking the cup, he slowly drinks it, letting blood do it's best to nourish him.
"Nice little snack huh?" Alucard asks as he phases through the wall. "Not as good as blood from the source but it will do." He adds, causing Harry to blush as best his undead complexion would allow.
"You!" Daphne coldly states, turning her stern gaze from Harry to the No-Life King. "Behave! I go to my first meeting since Harry joined us and you convince him to scare the committee shitless."
"Alright Harry, you and me, we have more training to get through before you are ready for school." Alucard says completely ignoring his fuming boss. Gulping Harry shakes his head and is about to follow when a knocking at the door stops them.
"Well I better get that. Meet up with you later Alucard bye." Harry says quickly before running off as fast as his heightened abilities could take him. Running to the door he takes a moment to straighten himself and smooth out his clothes before opening the door.
"Move Potter, where is she." The loud voice of Tracy Davis half asks half yells at the fledgling vampire as the redhead tried to charge past. Tracy was one of the oldest friends Daphne had, and the last that she had after taking over the Hellsing Organization, she was also the only Wizard that knew Harry was living at the Greengrass estate.
"Her office, as usual." He says pointing towards the direction of the office and swiftly stepping out of the way.
"Good, now if you will excuse me." Tracy says pushing past Harry. Harry just looks on in confusion as the redhead continues to storm the mansion to reach her friend.
"Alright Harry, enough running… Let's go for a walk." Alucard says grabbing Harry's shoulder before he even realized his only escape had just abandoned him.
Harry groans as his back slams against a thick oak tree, three of his lower vertebrates snapping from the impact. Standing up, he lets slip another sound of pain as his magic and blood began to work on repairing the damaged bone. Unfortunately he can't wait for his slow to improve regeneration as a fist comes flying at him. Snapping his wand up he shoots off two blasting hexes, blowing dust into the air, and letting him hide.
"Good your regeneration is getting better, that should have crippled you." Alucard yells as he shoots the tree, cutting it down as if by a chainsaw. With a whispered 'shit' Harry shadow walks behind Alucard and readies a cutting curse to sever his head from his neck but a bullet to his face puts a halt to that plan.
"Good try… in a couple of decades you might be good enough to rival Anderson." Alucard says as he nudges Harry's unmoving body.
"Did you finally put him down?" Daphne asks as she comes out wearing an ice blue summer dress, one of the few articles of clothing she owned that wasn't robes or a dress suit.
"I don't think so, I only shot him… in the head." Alucard says still studying the unmoving body. Rolling her eyes Daphne walks over to Harry and pulls out his wand casting the stinging jinx on his most sensitive parts.
"Oh Fuck." He groans as he rolls to the side, shrinking into the fetal position.
"Nope still alive." Daphne says as she walks away. Sitting up Harry takes a deep breath as his body heals, and when he finally stands Alucard hands him a blood bag to drink.
"Thanks." He says grateful for the drink.
"Go get cleaned up, you have a date with Junior." He says nodding over to Daphne.
"Why do you call her Junior, bat brain?" Harry asks as he sinks his teeth into the blood pack.
"Because I remind him of Integra." Daphne says as she glares from her spot on the back porch in an attempt to hide the sense of pride the name has inspired ever since she learned its meaning.
"Who?" Harry asks.
"Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, the last head of the Hellsing Organization. My mundane aunt." Daphne explains, the respect for the woman clear in every word.
"They are enough alike to actually be unnerving. It helps that you are becoming a little mini me to balance her out." Alucard says happily as he pats Harry on the back.
"Another question, you call her mundane… not muggle?" Harry asks still confused by the difference and not wanting to think of how Alucard is influencing him.
"Think of it like a lesser form of Mudblood, muggle is still a slur, especially to the Hellsing Organization. If one mundane could stare down over fifteen vampires and win with only a sword where a group of wizards with those numbers reversed would die pathetically, the idea of them being lesser in any sense is truly offensive." Daphne took a deep breath, calming herself after finally having an opening to vent her hatred of that one word. "I really hate that word."
"Then there was good old Abe, the founder of the Hellsing Organization."
"Abe?" Both Daphne and Harry ask in unison at the unfamiliar name.
"Abreham Van Hellsing, he is the one who… 'hired' me." Alucard explains putting air quotes on hired as he spoke in the same respect filled voice Daphne had. "Never underestimate the mundane. They are a lot less full of hot air than magicals."
The teenagers nodded, knowing wisdom from the Vampire was truly rare. "Enough reminiscing go get dressed Potter, and by God shower, you may not sweat anymore but you still bleed and get covered in dirt.
Harry nods and goes to walk off before getting a contemplative look. "By the way Greengrass… Daphne, I've never said this but… thank you for having Alucard deal with the Death Eaters enough that we can still go out in public" Harry says in a rare moment of sincerity.
"They deserved it, for what happened to my parents." Daphne says, remembering the first time this was brought up, and how it was one of the first things to mend the sizable rift between the two teens.
"Right, I'm going to go clean the dirt and blood from my hair." Harry says as he explodes into a swarm of bats.
"He is going to need to get that under control when we go back to school." She sighs, not even letting her mind humor the idea of a quiet year at Hogwarts.
"In four years this is the first time you've worn a dress, special day?" Alcuard asks with his usual smile.
"It. Is. Hot." She snarls before stomping off, a tell tale sign she was still a teen.
Thirty minutes later, Daphne was by the stairs, now in regular wizard robes, and in her arms was a second set for Harry to wear, since the only clothes he had were the same t shirt and jeans that he had when he was attacked.
"Alright Daphne, let's get going." Harry says as he walks down the stairs.
"Nuh-uh not yet, put this on first." She says as she holds the robes out for him. Rolling his eyes he takes the robe, and throws them on over his regular clothes.
"There… good enough?" He asks as he ties the robes on properly.
"For now. First we need you to get to Madam Malkins, then to Gringotts." She says as she grabs his hand. Pulling out a small ribbon she holds it to her chest, activating the portkey and swirling them away.
AN
Here ends chapter 3 and with it my ability to write for the night… GOD WHY ARCHER.
Archer: If I weren't desperate for sleep too (we've been at this for ten hours straight folks, I've kept tabs) because it is past midnight for me, you know I'd talk both of us into getting chapter 4 ready too.
Dantai: I was gonna work on more Fire and Water but nooo someone put ideas in my head, and fuck you Archer chapter four will come another day.