Zaneta: (sigh) What a week…
Omega: Been to your society yet?
Zaneta: No, first I had a meeting with the residence manager then I tidied up, I have Fridays off.
Omega: (glares) it's all right for some.
Zaneta: (sigh) Chapter time. (reading a review and hides it until the right moment)

Chapter 5- Horcruxes and Swastikas

"Me? What do you mean?"
"You're the only one who knows sufficient information about Voldemort with the guts to tell the tale," the man answered.
"Ah, yes, permit me to introduce Hellsing's top operative, Alucard."
Hermione and Ron turned to look at him, but it didn't seem to bother him in the slightest, "The fact is, while magic has been used, it is of a nature very different to the self-proclaimed 'true wizard', alchemy for instance, we are completely independent of the wizarding community," he continued absently, "It was only by chance our heads met and the whole matter fell into place."
"So that means…"
"Yes, Hellsing has nothing to do with the wizarding world, we and our Catholic counterpart are working on an 'enemy's enemy is my friend' basis."
"I see," Harry answered, "So what is it that you want to know?"
"As much as possible from the incident when you were one." Integra answered, "Your permanent record helped a little, but not much."

"All right, when I was one, my mother died to save me, the protection from that sacrifice was what rebounded the killing curse, leaving me with only this scar and the ability to tell when Voldemort was nearby. It… connected us somehow."

"I see, and when you were eleven?"

"Voldemort attached himself to a teacher, the Defence Against Dark Arts teacher at the time. The magic from the protection killed him and Voldemort escaped. Dumbledore destroyed his target, the Philosopher's Stone. Just after the stone was destroyed, the last known maker of them, Nicolas Flamel, and his wife died. The next year, a Horcrux, a piece of his soul, took over Ron's sister and released the creature of the Chamber of Secrets. Fawkes, Dumbledore's phoenix, saved me by bringing me the Sorting Hat, which contained the sword of Godric Gryffindor."

"One of Hogwarts' four founders."

Harry nodded, "In my fourth year, I was forced into the Triwizard Tournament, nearly getting killed along the way. The Death Eater pretending to be Professor Moody, Barty Crouch Junior, turned the cup into a Portkey and saw to it that I got there first. But I drew with Cedric Diggory, a Hufflepuff seventh year. It took us right to Voldemort, who had Cedric killed, and using his father's bone, the flesh of the man who sold out my parents to him, and my blood, he was resurrected. A year later, Fudge, the previous Minister for Magic, tried to cover the whole ting up and make sure Dumbledore didn't convince anyone about the truth, his Defence Teacher taught us a load of rubbish and gave me this," he held up his fist, on which were the words 'I must not tell lies'. "She used a weird quill, every time I wrote it, the words were carved onto my hand and my blood was used for ink."

Alucard gritted his teeth, "Even I wouldn't harm a child as some kind of punishment."

"Tell that to Dolores Umbridge."

"Please continue Harry."

"Later that year, Voldemort tricked me using the fact that we're connected, he fed me illusions that my godfather, Sirius Black, was in danger. Instead he came to save me, and died."

"I'm sorry about your loss."

"Dumbledore told me a prophecy made by the Divination teacher just before my parents died, that in the end of July, a boy would be born, born to parents who escaped him three times, one that Voldemort would consider an equal, and neither could live while the other survived. He heard the prophecy from a spy, who I found out to be Snape, the one who killed Dumbledore last summer. He went after me, because his father was a Muggle, did they mention what that meant?"

"Yes, and we have no problem with the term. After all, it is, for the wizarding society, a statement of fact." Integra answered.

Harry nodded, "And my mother was Muggle-born, so I'm considered a half-blood too," he finished, "Anyway, last year Dumbledore taught me in private, telling me about different stages in Voldemort's past by means of memories from different people, Voldemort's uncle, Professor Slughorn, a Ministry employee, and Dumbledore himself. Through his pensieve, we were able to see these memories. Anyway, that was when we realised how he made his attempt at immortality."

"And how was this?" Alucard asked.

"Horcruxes, by putting part of his soul into something else, he can avoid death."

Integra looked interested, "And how does one go about doing that?"

"Killing someone and then using a spell of some sort, that's all I know, but he planned on seven, the most powerful magical number, including his body. We've destroyed two, but the one that Dumbledore and I went to look for together the night he died, was replaced with a fake."

"Do you know what the objects are?"

"We have a guess, Voldemort uses items close to him and to Hogwarts, Gryffindor's Sword is in the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts. The Horcruxes we need to destroy before we can kill Voldemort are Slytherin's Locket, something belonging to Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff's cup, and Nagini, Voldemort's pet snake. Voldemort's diary was one, and so was his grandfather's ring, which Dumbledore destroyed already. I don't know if Voldemort is aware of it or not."

"Interesting, I can see the significance, the items also represent qualities of their houses." Alucard stated.

"What do you mean Alucard?" Integra asked.
"The sword is considered a sign of courage as well as, in the case of justice, punishment. A locket's content is personal, much like the aims of the ambitious Slytherin house. A cup is a symbol of both suffering and used as a reward for some means of achievement. So what Harry needs to look out for is something that symbolises pursuit of knowledge."
"A book maybe?" Harry suggested.
"It is rare for books to last a thousand years though." Hermione answered, before turning to Integra, "Harry's told you all we know about Voldemort, could you tell us about this Millennium?"
"Certainly, Millennium was a group that was present during World War II, planning to create an army of vampires for Hitler, however all they could produce were imperfect ghouls, cannibalistic, zombie-like creatures that live for one purpose, serving their vampire master, before we destroyed it, we meaning the organisation." Alucard smirked at this, "But I must digress, the remnants fled to South America, and when we were made aware of this we pursued them. After this they declared war against England, and we have been fighting them since." Integra answered, "Their leader, a S.S major, is an insane warmonger who wants his own conquest which he claims is in Hitler's name with vampires in his charge."

"You say that it was started over the summer?"
"Yes."
Harry took out the letter he received at the Burrow, "Then does that mean that you wrote this?"
Integra took the letter, "Yes, I lost my father when I was thirteen, throwing me into this war against vampirism. I was learning to be ready for this, my uncle was unfit and my father knew it. What happened after his death only proved him right. I had to kill my uncle in order to stop him killing me for the family headship."
Alucard snorted, "The man reeked of corruption, now he'll reek of decay as well."
Integra ignored him, "Harry, listen to me, I'm 23, 6 years older than you, and you can clearly see the nature of what I am doing. And I've been at this for ten years, so don't think that my age gave me an edge, because I was the same age as you were when you thought that a mass-murderer was out to get you."
Harry nodded once, "So, what do you want me to do?"

"All I ask is that you write every detail you can about Voldemort, his past, the things he has done, the Horcruxes, and anything of significance, from your memories, from your books, whatever you feel is right, I will ask permission to investigate this pensieve and see if we can get the things you might have overlooked. Hand it into Seras when it is finished, she will forward it to me, being one of my staff."
Harry nodded, "If that's all, I need to go, we need to have some form of lunch before afternoon lessons."
"Of course, you're free to go."
Harry got up, and he, Ron and Hermione left the room.

Integra looked at the two, "What do you think?"
"Every ounce of it is true as far as I can see," Alucard answered, "They're questioning what exactly we can do, but that is not a matter of great concern."
Integra turned to Seras, "What is your opinion?"
"They have the best interests at heart. It's obvious from everything they have done in their time at school, however, Harry is not necessarily looking at the picture from the right angle."
Alucard nodded, "He wanted to dissolve his friendships so that his friends would be safe, but what he doesn't realise is that those friendships are what separates him from Voldemort, and without them, he wouldn't be as strong."
"And the details?"
"The boy is not very good at hiding his memories and emotions, but I think it would be best if we waited for the list, if we got to work before he got it we would arouse suspicion." Alucard answered calmly.
Integra nodded, "Alucard, you seemed quite angry when he mentioned Umbridge."

He didn't just sound angry, the very air around him seemed to tremble at his fury, "I destroy armies and mutilate men without an ounce of remorse, I might be a monster for being able do, but I have never, in over five hundred and fifty years, harmed a child just because he said something I didn't want to hear. And that goes double for any child under my care!" he snarled, "A beating in the old days was one thing, you were unlucky to have any more than a bruise, but forcing him to carve a scar into his own hand. If I ever meet that insensitive little toad I'll wring her neck!"
"Master…" Seras muttered.
Alucard disappeared into the floor, uttering a colourful string of curses.
"Alucard must've always had a soft spot for children," Integra murmured, looking at Seras, "You appear to be held highly by the student body, keep up the good work."
The Draculina smiled and nodded, before heading off to take a nap and Integra headed to her office and the mountain of paperwork that awaited her.

Zaneta: (reading) Dracula was based on Romanian leader Vlad III Dracul, also known as Vlad Tepes, the latter meaning impaler. His most famous impaling involved those who were involved in the murder of his son.
Omega: Cruel times, cruel times.
Zaneta: True.
Omega: Preview time!

"It's like The Wizard of Oz met The Wind in the Willows." Alucard mused, "The cowardly lion and the mad toad's equally mad wife."

It's another meeting and guess who's there?

Omega: Let's just say it's going to be no tea party.
Zaneta: (groans)
Omega: What?
Zaneta: …
Omega: D'oh!

What's the fuss? Find out next time in Chapter 6- The Wrath of the Nosferatu

Zaneta: You just had to say 'tea party'!
Omega: (cringing)