Chapter 4
Landing in the Leaky Cauldron, Harry stumbles forward while Daphne stood still, not affected like Harry was. Standing up Harry dusts off his robes and grumbles as the people look at the duo in confusion.
"So that's why you have been practicing so much." Daphne says nonchalantly, concealing her amusement behind her icy blue eyes.
"Wizarding transport is fucking stupid." Harry grumbles still annoyed by his not so graceful landing.
"That's why I'm a traitor. Mundanes at least know how to improve what they make." Daphne says, a small sarcastic smile on her face. Rolling his eyes Harry follows behind her ignoring the hushed whispers of the pub patrons, which he hears loud and clear.
"So, what lovely gossip are we stirring up?" Daphne asks quietly.
"Less than I expected. They seem too shocked at the boy-who-lived living, and with the muggle loving traitor to articulate anything past that right now." He explains as his ears pick up a particularly nasty comment from an older witch.
"They really should stop calling you that title. It lost its accuracy." Daphne jokes under her breath, getting a small chuckle from Harry.
"True, so where did you say we are going first?" Harry asks as he scans the Alley, with his new senses.
"Madam Malkin's, even if we could get you clothes from your cousin they likely wouldn't fit you anymore." She says as they weave through the crowd. Her voice mostly neutral minus the underlying current of smug satisfaction at rubbing in a point.
"Yeah yeah Vampires can still grow to maturity, I was wrong." Harry quietly says so that only she can hear him.
'Teach you to yell at me, arse.' She thinks to herself as they enter the small clothing shop. The shop was mostly empty minus one or two Hogwarts students who wanted to get their shopping done early.
"Wait, do we even know what we need for school, neither of us have gotten our Hogwarts Letters." Harry says as an attendant motions them forward.
"Professor Babbling gave me both of our lists." Daphne says before turning her attention to the waiting attendant.
"He needs a whole new wardrobe, wizarding and mundane, and quickly, we have a meeting with Gringotts in an hour." She snaps to the witch in irritation at the momentary confusion on the word mundane.
"Yes Ma'am, if you could stand up on the platform sir then we can get your measurements and have you out of here quickly." The matron shakily says as a spelled measuring tape begins to wrap around Harry while she takes notes in an attempt to distract herself from the scowling Blonde.
"Well someone's wound up, what's the matter Greengrass." A sickening silky voice says. Turning to the voice Daphne has to suppress a groan as Draco walks into the shop with his usual swagger.
"Malfoy, what did I tell you about my name." Daphne says devoid of emotion letting her gaze express her irritation at the blonde ponce on it's own.
"Yes, yes you're a Hellsing now, what a decrepit muggle name." He sneers back at her. The two lock eyes for a moment, neither backing down. Watching from the platform Harry rolls his eyes at the two Slytherins before stepping off and walking over to them.
"Really Malfoy, this is how you spend your free time, a pissing contest… with a woman?" Harry asks causing both teens to look over to him. One in annoyance, and the other trying hard to hide her smirk. "Because I wasn't aware you had drawn that shot a straw in life."
"Potter. I I don't remember you ever being so crass before. Did hiding with the muggle-lover rub off on you?" Malfoy's derisive remark was impressively unimpressive to Harry.
"No, I've just kept a lid on it. Until recently that is, this one concept just really resonated with me. It's a simple one really. Its go fuck yourself." Harry says as he gives Malfoy the finger.
"Classy Potter, she teach you that as well?" Malfoy snarks.
"Nope, the butler. I'm sure you've met him before. Big guy, fancy clothes, gets off to the world hating him beyond simple existence."
"I see, you two must get along splendidly." Malfoy spits.
"Yes, yes, Harry and my staff are good friends. Now if you don't excuse us, I've got a new employee to sign on." Daphne says, her voice conveying nothing but boredom.
"Wait… I'm getting paid for this?" He asks as Malfoy huffs and tries to shoulder Harry out of his way, only to stumble instead.
"Yes, and you will be reimbursed for the past month." She says with a sigh internally cursing every minute she had been forced to leave Alucard with the boy.
"What's my health plan like?" He asks with a raised eyebrow. Daphne groans and holds her head in her hands while Harry laughs.
"Shut up Potter. Are you done being measured?" She asks as she notices the attendant has moved on to dealing with Draco.
"Yeah the clothes will be ready in about an hour." He says.
"Good let's get going." She says as she walks away not letting him reply. Walking down the Alley the hurry to the Bank. Walking up the steps, Daphne gives the Guard Goblins a short nod before pushing open the door. As the duo walk into the bank they head immediately towards the nearest open teller and wait for him to look up from his work.
"Name please." The Goblin snarls without looking up from his paper.
"I am Daphne Greengrass-Hellsing and this is Harry Potter, we have a meeting with the Hellsing Account Manager." Daphne says keeping her tone steady. After four years of dealing with the Goblins Daphne had managed to gain their respect, due in large part to having Alucard's Loyalty. Still the lack of emotions the Goblins had, other than unhappy, left Daphne unnerved.
"Follow me." The Goblin says as he hops down from his desk and leads the duo down a long hallway filled with door. On each door there was a gold plaque that held the occupants name written in Gobbledygook.
"Manager Sharpclaw will be with you shortly." The teller says as he turns and leaves. Daphne, looked quickly around and when she was sure it was just her and Harry she started to fidget with her hands. Looking down to her Harry raises an eyebrow at his bosses strange antics.
"You alright?" He asks as he leans against the wall opposite from her.
"I'm fine." She says glaring at him. Holding his hands up he sighs as she goes back to fidgeting with her hands. It doesn't last long as the door opens and a Goblin in a blue suit steps out.
"Ms. Greengrass-Hellsing, Mr. Potter, please come in." He says monotone as he sweeps his hands for the two to enter. Taking a deep breath, Daphne puts her business face back on and confidently strolls in with Harry following right behind her.
"Thank you for meeting with us Manager Sharpclaw, I understand that your time is valuable." Daphne says as she gives a short bow with her arms slightly extended to her sides, palms facing Sharpclaw. She stays like this for a minute as Harry tries to imitate her before Sharpclaw returns the bow. As the three stand up they all lock eyes before the hard line on the Goblin Accountant's face softens to a sharp toothed grin.
"Your etiquette is improving youngling." Sharpclaw smiles as he sits down behind his raised desk.
"Thank you Sharpclaw." Daphne says a small prideful smile on her face.
"Now onto business, what brings you and this nightwalker here today?" Sharpclaw asks, giving just the barest of glances to Harry.
"We need to open a Hellsing account for him with a biweekly payment plan, same as with Alucard and Seras." Daphne says as she pulls shrunken papers from her robes and hands then to the Goblin.
"Well everything seems to be in order. I will pass this along to Manager Ragnok and have him open a third account for the Potter name." He says as he signs the papers and places the in the out box.
"Wait third account?" Harry asks in surprise.
"Yes there are currently two other accounts under the name of Harry Potter. The trust vault which will be replaced with the Potter Family vaults once you turn sixteen, and a second account, similar to the one you requested that we open, where money is taken from the trust vault to an account simply named Fawkes.
"Dumbledore." Harry growls as he grips the arm of the chair, cracking the wood.
"How much is being paid and how often?" Daphne asks, curiosity getting the better of him.
"An amount equal to 10,000 galleons has been transferred over so far, not even a drop in the bucket from the Potter accounts to use a Human adage." Sharpclaw says.
"And how much is in the Potter accounts?" Harry asks wearily.
"I will have Manager Ragnok send you an invoice, will that be all?" He asks as he writes out another ledger to send off.
"That will be all, thank you Manager may your pockets overflow with gold." Daphne says as she bows to him, Harry again trying to imitate the bow.
"And may the blood of your enemies nourish your allies." Sharpclaw says bowing back. Standing up straight the two teens turn and walk out of the office. As soon as the door closes behind them, Daphne gives Harry a quick glance to gage his reaction. To her surprise Harry seems calm, she fully expected for him to be angry or at least to have some form of facial expression.
"You seem calm." She says as they walk through the halls.
"Since Halloween, I have been forced into a tournament that was meant for fully grown wizards, watched a guy who became a good friend die, watched as Voldemort was revived, and after about a month of hell with my family, I was attacked by a Death Eater Werewolf and turned into a Vampire where I have been told repeatedly was the second safest place for me to be... My ability to be pissed has run dry." Harry mutters as he continues to stare blankly forward.
"So are you just gonna let this slide?" Daphne asks curiously.
"Oh hell no." He growls as he begins to walk faster. As they walk out of Gringotts Harry stops for a second to adjust to the sunlight when he hears Daphne quietly groan.
"Oh Shite." She whispers, just barely audible to Harry. Looking away from the sky he glances at Daphne then turns to where she is staring to find Molly, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione walking towards them, looks of determination mixed with worry on their faces.
"Harry, there you are, we have been worried sick where have you been?" Molly yells as she rushes up to Harry and Daphne. Who took a tentative step back as they approached.
"Hey guys, what are you doing here?" He asks surprised.
"Professor Dumbledore told use you were here so we-." Ginny starts to say but she is quickly cut off as Harry glares at hearing the old man's name.
"So he sent you to fetch me like a bunch of lap dogs." Harry growls out, surprising them.
"Wow mate, what the hell?" Ron asks causing Harry to turn his full attention to the ginger boy.
"Sorry, excuse me for not exactly being satisfied with his oh so marvelous protections beforehand that made me have to run. I guess I'll just go with you to see where he fails to hide me next."
"Dumbledore knows what he is doing, he no wizard dares challenge his skill or power." She tries to defend, although her voice cracks betraying her uncertainty.
"Granger, beating one wizard and being feared by another does not make the Headmaster infallible." Daphne says from her place behind Harry.
"And who are you?" Molly asks as she stairs Daphne down.
"She's the person who actually came to help me when a werewolf attacked." Harry says defending her.
"What, a werewolf? Were you bitten, are you okay?" Molly screeches as she rushes forward to check over the boy who was like a son to her.
"No he didn't bite me, Molly, listen I would love to talk and all but I have to get back to work." Harry says as he pushes past her.
"But your just a child, you shouldn't have a job yet." Molly says surprised at the young man's standoffish demeanor.
"I've been a knight to the Queen since I was ten years old. The woman who gave me the job started at eight. You are a housewife, this is not a matter you have knowledge on." Daphne says as she follows behind Harry. Leaving the Weasleys and Hermione in shock.
"That was surprisingly well handled Potter." Daphne says as she slides next to him.
"Like I said, my ability to get upset has long since run dry." He says as he breathes heavily.
"We need to get back to the manor." Daphne says as she pulls the portkey out and in a second they had disappeared.
AN
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD Done, some two months later. Hey to be fair most of my stories have been slow going.
Archer: and you demanded I let you work on your actual projects instead of my maddening ideas. At least you came back.
Dantai: I want it known I fucking blame you for my inability to write. You and other Haphne Fanfics oh, and Starcraft 2
Archer: Hey Daphne is like the best straight option for Harry. Maybe lesbian too but I feel like that oddly enough has more doors open than straight. Draco is best gay though.
Dantai: GOD DAMN IT WHY WHY START A SHIP WAR MAN YOU KNOW THE DAMAGE THESE THINGS CAUSE!