Chapter 8- Complete Opposites

Harry handed in a list of every detail he could think of to Seras not long after the match, she set everyone some note taking about hellhounds as she read it through. After a brief lecture on key features she asked, "Harry, could I have a word with you for a moment?"
Harry nodded and waited for the class to empty.
"Take a seat."
He did.
"I noticed you wrote something particularly ferociously," Seras told him, picking up the list, "A name I believe, 'Fenrir Greyback', is there something you want to tell me?" she asked kindly.
"Well…"
Seras looked at the boy as he turned away, his emotions seemed to be a mixture of bitter anger and a subtle sadness that he tried to hold back. "Come on, let's go to my office and talk it over."

Seras's office was very different to any of the others. A large filing cabinet stood in one corner, and judging by the notes on the drawer, Harry guessed everything was organised first in alphabetical and then size order. There was an in tray on the desk containing a mixture of notes on paper with the Hellsing crest and parchment. To one side was a bookshelf containing a mixture of reference books and novels stood, and they were organised by subject and then by author, "You seem very organised."
"Police work Harry, also known as Paperwork Mountain." Seras answered by means of explanation. She stood just beyond a partially opened partition, which revealed a small kitchenette containing a fridge, kettle, a couple of tins and a cupboard of mugs and glasses, "Tea? Coffee? Juice?" she asked kindly.
"Tea please."
"Do you like it with milk or Chinese style?"
"A little milk but no sugar, but what do you mean by Chinese?"
"It's dilute in comparison, some prefer it to English tea." Seras explained, making a cup and passing it to him. She had been careful as to let him see her make it every step of the way, so that he could see she added nothing to it. "In case it interests you, Umbridge was up here a couple of weeks ago."
"What?"
"It was a mistake on Scringemour's part. She and Alucard got into an argument."
"Over what?"
"What she did two years ago, Alucard had her terrified and when I took her wand out of her hands she tried to lunge for me, but ended up with a kick in the jaw."
"Not that I care about her, but is she all right?"
"She ended up in the hospital wing for several cracked teeth, a broken jaw and a broken filling, but she is alive."
Harry nodded and took a sip. Seras sat on a rather ornate chair behind the mahogany desk, "So tell me about this Greyback."

Harry looked into the brown, cloudy contents of his mug, "Greyback is the most savage werewolf alive today. He is rallying other werewolves to work for Voldemort in exchange for prey. Last year, I saw him while under my father's Invisibility Cloak, Dumbledore was beside me, it was…"
"The night he was killed?"
Harry nodded, "He told Dumbledore that he hungers for flesh in such a way that under the full moon is not enough. He… he planned on killing all the students. If it weren't for the Order and a lot of luck, he might've done it."
Seras looked alarmed, then worried.
"What is it?"
"Let's just say what he heard about the toad was enough to make him see red," Seras answered, reminding herself that he always does in her mind, "But if he hears something about this…"
"He'd kill him?"
"Painfully, let's just say when it comes to inflicting pain, Alucard is a monster himself."
"He deserves it, I mean, if he had no control, that's one thing, but to do what he has done, to make those threats."
Seras put a hand on his shoulder, "It's all right, you're safe here, Voldemort might be aware of the magical defences, but we have Muggle ones too, and don't get me started on anything else."
Harry nodded.
"I won't make you tell me any more, but if there is anything else…"
"There is one thing."
"Go on."
"He bit Remus Lupin when he was a child because his father offended him."
"Remus Lupin? He's been spying on other werewolves if memory serves."
Harry nodded again.
"I'll write a full report on our discussion and pass it on to Sir Integra, protection from him might be necessary, you better get going."
Harry stood up, thanked her for the tea, and left.

Integra read the report just after sunset, "Certainly a nasty piece of work, but I'm afraid that owing to the fact that he is a magical creature, it would be a mountain of paperwork and discussion with the Ministry for Magic before we can do anything about the matter."
Alucard walked out of the wall as she finished this statement, "To do anything about what?" he enquired out of interest, glancing over his sunglasses.
"It doesn't matter Master, since it is apparent Sir Integra is saying it is the Ministry's concern." Seras answered in a hurried voice.
The nosferatu looked between the two, "Is something wrong?"
"Nothing that concerns you Alucard," Integra put the report aside and looked at a couple of others, signing here and there.
Alucard picked up the report before anyone could stop him and read it, before letting out an angry snarl at the contents.

"Alucard, I know what you're thinking, but it's out of the question, someone is currently using him as a source of information."
"Are you saying we should just sit back?" he snarled.
"Don't use that tone with me!" Integra answered, "As long as he is burned and sent to the pits of Hell later I don't care what happens to him, but as long as he possesses valuable information we can't afford it."
"And if I come across him planning to attack something."
"I had nothing to do with it."
"And he better be incinerated, I will not allow the fool who buries a child-murdering werewolf to live. He is not going to be one of my kin as long as I have anything to say about it!"
"Alucard I will not have you killing undertakers!"
Seras left the room, "This argument might take a while," she thought, as she closed the door there was, what she could only guess, a silenced pistol going off.

Author's rants

Zaneta: It is a myth that werewolves become vampires if they are buried.
Omega: I'd hate that Greback to become a vampire too though.
Zaneta: Who would have otherwise?
Omega: True.
Zaneta: In case it interests people, 'Paperwork Mountain' is my term for a policeman's office, I did some community service with them.
Omega: Enough said. Preview time!

"Just Charms and then we're free for Christmas."

It's nearly Christmas and most people excited, except of course the Hellsing Organisation and the Ministry of Magic, who are working hard to make sure that no one is causing a concern over the festive season, but no one would expect what would be slapped across the newspaper headlines on the most important day of the festive season.

Find out in Chapter 9!

Zaneta: Chapter title unrevealed to prevent spoilers!
Omega: See you Saturday!