Chapter 6
In the weeks leading up to the raid on Greyback's pack the Hellsing Organization had ramped up its hiring process, booming from three Vampires and the board of directors to a fully staffed monster hunting organization. A group of European mercenaries was hired as the guard of the Greengrass estate along with being hired help for Alucard, Seras, and Harry. The Soilwork Company had a good mix of Magical and Mundane members meaning they were well prepared for their first mission. In one of the parlors in Greengrass Manner Soilwork sat being briefed by their new boss, a sixteen year old girl still in school.
"Thank you all for coming, as you know, we here at the Hellsing Organization are dedicated to one thing. Dealing with monsters and madmen who believe themselves of a mystical persuasion." Daphne says as she looks down to the notes she prepared for herself.
"Excuse me girly," A man with a thick accent interrupts "but when is the boss lady gettin here?"
"That would be me." Daphne says, trying not to huff.
"Your joking right, you're signing our paychecks?" Another man asks, not bothering to hide his doubts on the situation.
"She is." Harry says plainly as he phases through the wall causing the entire company to jump into action drawing either side arms or wands.
"Not bad, when I pulled that trick with the Wild Geese they fell over screaming." Alucard says as he pushes open the parlor door.
"What the hell is going on?" Ivan Grosscroft asks as he shifts his handgun from Harry to Alucard.
"These are Harry Potter and Alucard, the Hellsings newest Vampire and the Organization's best hunter respectively." Daphne says. The men and women look at each other, looks of uncertainty on their faces, before holstering their weapons and sitting back down.
"Good, Greengrass what have you told them about the mission?" Harry asks as he leans against the wall.
"Nothing I keep getting interrupted." She seethes before taking a deep breath. "We are going on a werewolf hunt. The pack of known wizard werewolf Fenrir Greyback has been located in Brecon Beacons National park, and we are going to dwindle their numbers. Each of you will be provided with a L129A1 Sharpshooter, and two magazines of silver tipped ammunition. Your armor has been enchanted to withstand being shredded and pierced, and each of you will be provided two high grade flash bangs."
"Damn," one soldier whistles, "thats a lot of kit for a pack of mutts."
"We have it on good authority that Fenrir and his second have managed to become full Lycanthropes. They are to be avoided at all costs and left for Potter or Alucard to deal with is that understood. Each of you has a file, we leave via port key in fifteen minutes." Daphne says before turning to leave Harry hot on her heels.
"Wow wait we?" He asks as he follows her.
"Yes we, I'm coming along." She says as she glares at the tilted paintings.
"You aren't coming Greengrass." He says trying to stop her.
"Oh but I am, you aren't the only one who has been practicing your spellwork."
"But I have the training to handle this." He says.
"I have been training in combat since I became the head of the Hellsing Organization, I have silvered weapons and dragonhide dueling robes, and I have a wider spell repertoire than you remember." She counters.
"And Alucard is just going to allow this?" He asks in disbelief.
"Doesn't matter." She says as she slams the door to her room.
"Stubborn woman!" Harry growls.
"Trouble in paradise?" Grosscroft asks as he walks up next to Harry. His green eyes flash red for a second before he takes several deep calming breaths.
"She is insisting on joining." Harry explains.
"And, if she is our boss, and tall and pasty isn't going to put up a fuss then no need to right?" He asks pointing to Alucard who is checking his own handguns.
"Yeah well shit tends to hit the fan when it comes to my life." Harry sighs.
"Aint your life in this one, it's hers. And judgin by her demeanor I'm gonna guess she's learned to step to the side when she sees the shit comin. " Grosscroft says before taking a good look at Harry.
"Want a weapon Kamerad?" He asks as he holds a revolver out for Harry.
"Got my wand." Harry says as he holds up his Holly and Phoenix feather wand
"Never know when your wand is gonna fail, get a knife at least." He says before also walking away.
Fenrir had been riding high for the last few days, when he learned one of his younger members was killed in the attack on Potter he had been enraged but since then the brat hadn't been seen and was presumed dead. Voldemort was so happy with the information that he had let Fenrir and his pack have some more freedom in their movements. Taking this freedom in stride he began to terrorize the muggles near the park he and his pack had set their camp in.
"Sir we have caught a new scent." A deep gravelly voice says. Turning his attention away from the hunk of meat he was eating Fenrir notices his second in command approaching.
"Magical or Muggle?" Fenrir asks, a small grin appearing on his face.
"They don't smell like magic." The scarred young man says a feral grin on his face.
"Gascoigne, gather some of the young bloods and get them to test their skills at hunting." Fenrir says turning his attention back to a pile of papers the Malfoy Lord had delivered.
Gascoigne nods and leaves to gather the newest pack members. Looking over to the hill the muggles had been seen, he revels as he feels the wind on his back. However as he looks at the hill, some distance away, a small flash caught his attention, and the wind shifted to blow on his face, carrying the scent of metal, magic, and gunpowder. Growling Gascoine turns just as a series of loud pops fill the air and the members of his pack begin to drop like flies.
"Fenrir get your ass out here, were being attacked." Gascoigne yells as he begins to shift, sniffing for the closest source of magic or metal.
"Sorry mutt but he is a bit preoccupied." A young voice says behind the older man. Turning around the man's hackles begin to rise as he glares at the bright green eyes and lightning bolt scar of one very much alive Harry Potter.
"How are you alive you brat?" Gascoigne growls out.
"I'm not." Is all Harry says before dispersing into a swarm of bats.
"Fucking Vampire." Gascoigne growls as he finishes shifting into his true form, standing at nearly seven feet tall in his hind legs. His form was covered in hair and his maw had shifted to a more wolf-like muzzle. Raising his nose up he sniffs the air and began hunting for Potter. Before he can get far however a high caliber round grazes his hide.
"Not so fast, my apprentice has a grudge to settle with you alpha, I however can happily keep you company." A new, very calm voice says causing a cold shiver to run down his spine.
"And who the hell are you?" Gascoigne asks with as much of a growl as he can.
"I am Alucard of the Hellsing Organization, and that is all you need to know." The red clad vampire says as he brings Casull and Jackal to bear on the Werewolf.
Meanwhile as Alucard entertained himself, Harry floated into the tent of Fenrir Greyback, shifting his body nothing more than cold mist. As he turned back into a more solid form however he immediately felt a fist slam into his face sending him flying out of the tent. Groaning at the already mending fractured jaw Harry sat up to see the Alpha Werewolf stalk out, a baleful snarl on his face.
"How the hell are you alive you half blood bastard." Fenrir growls as his nails begin to elongate into claws.
"I ask that question every day. The only answer I seem to get is fuck you." Harry smirks as he rolls to his feet, wand in hand.
Fenrir growled as he charged the younger wizard who managed to sidestep and dodge every attack the werewolf threw at him. Along with the occasional defensive spell, this was all Harry could do to keep Fenrir at bay. He was playing pure defence and they both knew it. Eventually Fenrir managed to get a lucky shot and cracked down on Harry's shoulder, tearing flesh and snapping bone as he slid past.
"Not bad kid, but a wizard like you is no match for a True Lycan." Fenrir laughs as he turns to what he expects to be a teen writhing on the ground in pain. However he can't help the growl that escapes him as he watches the skin and sinew of Harry's shoulder stitch itself back together.
"It's probably a good thing that I'm not just a wizard now huh?" He asks as he raises his wand. "Lumos." He intones causing a bright light to erupt from his wand.
"Fucking vampire, trying to call for back up?" Fenrir asks as he begins to transform into his lycan form.
"You could say that." A voice says from behind him. Acting quickly Fenrir turns to see a flash of blond hair as a hail of silver bullets rush towards him. Dropping to the ground the silver sails harmlessly over him as Harry flashes next to him, delivering a vicious kick to his gut and sending him flying.
"Greengrass I thought you were supposed to stick with Seras?" Harry asks as he cancels his lumos spell.
"I never agreed to that." She hisses out while glaring at Harry before turning back to Fenrir. Rolling to her left Harry bursts into a swarm of bats to avoid the charging lycan.
"Quit running runt, I will tear you limb from limb." He yells as Harry lands.
Snapping his wand up Harry fires three conjured silver spikes that Greyback grabs easily and crushes. Keeping Greyback distracted Daphne tries to line up a shot when the sounds of growling catch her attention. Acting on instinct she turns to fire when she is thrown by a backhand from a werewolf that snuck up on her. Crawling backwards she awkwardly climbs to her feet, stumbling from the impact of both the backhand and ground. A savage looking woman stalks towards her, looking ready to punce, and as Daphne gets ready for the coming attack, she looks her in the eyes defiantly. Before she can pounce though a resounding crack fills the air as Alucard stands behind the werewolf, her head twisted at a sharp and simply wrong angle.
"Sorry about that Master, got carried away with the beta." He says as he fixes his gloves.
"Alucard, help Potter."
"As you command," He says before flashing away, leaving Daphne to work through the adrenalin flooding her system. Grabbing her wand she shoots up red sparks calling a few Soilworks members over to her, she gives them the same orders as Alucard while Seras leaps down behind her.
"Ma'am, the second and most of the other werewolves have been either killed or have surrendered, Fenrir is the last hold out and judging by how well Harry and Master are working together, that won't be true for much longer." The blonde vampire says. Daphne nods as she turns back to watch.
Alucard and Harry were busy fighting a now fully transformed Fenrir, using hit and run tactics to keep him off balance. As Potter would materialize from a swarm of bats, he would blask Fenrir with either spikes or overpowered reductos while Alucard stayed busy taunting him. It was during one of these taunts that Harry conjured a seven foot spike of silver and sent it hurtling towards Fenrir.
"Hey mutt, catch!" He yells, grabbing Fenrir's attention and lodging the spike right between his eyes. With a meaty thunk Fenrir drops to the ground, twitching slightly. Breathing heavily Harry looks around and notices Daphne talking to Seras and the officer of the Soil Workers. Alucard was a short distance away smiling at Harry, and motioned for him to come closer.
"Potter, it's time you learn the last little bit of what it means to be a vampire." Alucards says as he motions him to an area away from others.
"What are you talking about?" Harry asks.
"Remember after you turned and we began training?" Alucard asks as he looks over the battlefield.
"The first time I used my vampire powers, my scar burned, and we learned about the soul fragment." Harry says, thinking about the worst headache he had ever experienced.
"Well when you activated your powers you absorbed the soul. This is what makes us different from regular vampires. Me, you, and the police girl, we can absorb the souls of others." Alucard explained.
"That sounds very… dark." Harry says, looking at Alucard.
"It can be, and while I can do it as easily as breathing for Junior, Police girl needs to drain someone fully to do it."
"And I would have to do the same?" Harry asks.
"No, Seras was mundane, you are a wizard."
"Look no offence bat brian but I don't think I can do this."
"Fine, then let's try something different." Alucard says, a smile spreading across his face.
D: HERE WE GO ABOUT 9 MONTHS AND 1 HECKING DAY BUT I FINALLY FINISHED THE CHAPTER… I have no excuse for why this took so long other than… well about a month was spent waiting for fuckass to edit the fight.
Archer: 1 month? No, about that whole wait was on me to quit stalling. Yet here I am still stalling. Damn I'm flighty. Lost in the wind constantly just letting it carry me aloft to different places. No consistency I say and y'all suffered for it. I apologize
D: Eh, a lot of it was also rewriting the fight.