Chap. 5: Hogwarts Part 3: Hogwarts Express

Vladimir woke early the next day. He fed Hedwig, smiling as she nibbled his finger lovingly.

After that, he walked upstairs and went to the kitchen. He saw that Walter was not up yet and smiled. "Perfect." He hissed to Crimson, who was still on his neck. "I was hoping on giving them a surprise.

He worked quickly, with the help of Crimson making it even faster. The first up was Walter, of course. He was surprised to come into the kitchen to find breakfast already made.

"Vladimir?" he said, a bewildered look on his face.

"Yes, Uncle Walter?" Vladimir answered, smiling, as he finished making the tea.

"You prepared this all on your own?"

"Well, no. I had Crimson to help. Is that alright? I wanted to give you a break today."

"Huh..." Walter said, though a smile was on his face. "Well, I suppose I can't do anything about that. Here, I'll take that." Walter said, taking hold of Integra's food. "You can go and give your father and Seras their food."

"'Right."

After he had delivered their food, Vladimir walked up to his mother's study. He sorted and finished all of the major work for her. He was always able to help out before, and thought it'd be nice to just get the big stuff out of the way for her. It wasn't all that hard really, but for her, it was, as she was doing this stuff almost nonstop, making it look bigger than it really was.

After finishing this work, he went down to the armory, where Walter already was.

"I assume you're going to insist on helping?" Walter said with a smirk.

"You bet. And really, it's only to be expected, and completely your guy's fault. I didn't raise myself." He smiled cheekily.

"No, I suppose you have me there. We did do a rather fine job raising you to be a proper gentleman." Walter said with a proud glint in his eye.

Vladimir smiled again and then turned to the metal cabinets behind them. "I'll check the handguns." he said as he got out the stuff to clean the guns.

They spent a few hours cleaning guns, checking inventory on guns, bullets, and gun accessories. Finally done with all of it, Walter leaned back on one of the shooting range counters.

"So, now that you have some free time, why don't you try out your gun?" Walter said, seeing that Vladimir had it in a holster.

Vladimir smiled with relish as he took the gun out and aimed at one of the targets. He'd not had the chance to get down to the shooting range to try it out and he'd been itching to the whole time he'd been down here. No doubt Walter had seen him eying the targets and fingering hilt of the gun.

Shooting off his first shot felt amazing. He'd shot many guns, of varying sizes, but none could compare to this beauty. It was like it was crafted for his person alone. It fit perfectly to his hands, and the recoil was just enough to alert him that the shot had indeed been fired, but not enough that it flung back any. He was even sure he could shoot the gun with one hand, which would free up one hand for what ever he might need to use it for. He almost felt a warm tingle from it too. Perhaps it was the magic instilled in the gun that caused this sensation, but it felt like the gun hadn't just been given to him, but it had chosen him, just as his wands had.

And just like he was told it would do, the bullet came back, leaving a slightly larger hole- and the first hole was about a centimeter in diameter- in the middle of the target when the bullet had hit it again on its way back. There was a slight vibration that ran through the gun when the bullet found its way back to the chamber.

"Well done! Hummm... now, I think there is something else you can do, to where it doesn't just simply come back." Walter said, and Vladimir looked at him in puzzlement.

"Let's see... if you were to shoot it from there at the target, and then run to the other end of the room, it'll come, even though you changed positions. So, if you do it right, you could get more than one person. But, you have to make sure that the barrel it pointed in the direction the bullet. Otherwise, you might confuse it and it'll just fall to the ground. You can still put it back in ad it'll work again, but finding it would be a bother. Got it?"

"Yeah I think so... So could I, perhaps, shoot at one target, and say there's another one behind me, and I don't have the time to get the bullet back and shoot at said target. Would i be able to simply run behind the target-" Vladimir changed his position, going around a pretend target, and pointed his gun, "- it'd come back and go through the target and back into the barrel?"

"Yes, that's correct." Walter said, and ushered him to the door. "And might I say, that's a nice name for your gun."

Vladimir looked down at the name scrawled across the barrel. He'd come up with it only the other day, and used a charm to inscribe the name into the metal.

"I figured Loki would be a good name. After all, its a deceiving gun, a trickster." Vladimir smirked fondly down at the gun, running his thumb over the name.

"Very true." Walter replied and then pushed off of the counter he was leaning on. "Now, you need to go and change, you're leaving in a hour, and you smell of gun polish, gun powder, ink, and food."

"'Right." Vladimir said and ran off to his room.

An hour later, Vladimir was in the entrance hall, and saying good bye to everyone. He was going to go by himself, using a portal to get there.

"Alright, goodbye..." Vladimir said as he stepped into his portal. But then Saras grabbed his arm. He looked back at her confused.

"Wait! I almost forgot. You already got a wizards hat, but I thought you'd like this one more..." she handed him a new hat, another one that looked like Alucard's only this one was black, and had a point, but it was flattened and pinned down. If he wanted it to go to a point, all he had to do was unpin it. He took it and put it on. It fit perfectly.

"Thanks Seras... I'll miss you." he said as he gave her a last hug. He then disappeared into his portal, Hedwig hooting in excitement and Crimson hissing in delight.

When he came out of the portal, he found himself in a train station. He looked around for Platform 9 3/4 but couldn't find it due to the amount of people blocking his view.

"Come one, this way to Platform 9 3/4!" called out a woman passing by. Vladimir looked to see she was bustling a bunch of red haired and freckled faced kids to said place. He hurriedly followed, and got there just in time to see one disappear into the wall separating Platform 9 and 10.

One of the children's luggage had tumbled off his cart, which couldn't possibly hold all of it.

"Huh... Ron!" said the woman, looking at the dropped luggage, as the trunk had popped open and clothes went everywhere. The boy, Ron's, ears went red with embarrassment.

Vladimir rushed over and helped pick them up. "Here you go..." he said, handing them to the woman.

She smiled brightly, taking the clothes, "Why thank you, darling! What a kind gentleman. And what is your name?"

"Vladimir Hellsing." he said, and bowed his head.

"Oh! A Hellsing. Haven't had one at the school in ages, last I heard. I had one year with your mother, but I was never able to talk to her, being in different year and house and all. She was a marvelous woman too. Passed everything with perfection."

"Um... Mum, we need to go..." Ron said, pointing at the clock.

"Oh! Sorry, sorry! Go on, can't be late." She said as she bustled the two toward the wall.

"Oh! And I'm Molly Weasley, It was very nice to meet you!" she said as Vladimir made for the train.

After putting his things in a compartment, he settled down and looked out the window. A couple seconds later, two twins- one of them being the one he'd seen walking through the wall- jumped in and slammed the door shut. They turned and saw Vladimir and looked at him in surprise.

"Bli'me! Could that be?"

"Surely it is..."

"Most definitely!"

"I'm not Harry Potter..." Vladimir said, knowing exactly what they were thinking- even without telepathy.

Their faces fell and settled on confusion. "But the scare..." they said at the same time.

"Don't even know who this Harry is..." Vladimir said, laying back, and closing his eyes.

"Well then." said one, as they sat down across from him.

"Who are you?" said the other.

"Vladimir Hellsing." Vladimir said, still laying back.

"There you are!" said someone as they opened the door.

"Oh no!" said one of the twins in mock freaked voice.

"It's Prefect Percy!" said the other.

"Save us Vladimir Hellsing..." said the other as they dived behind Vladimir, and they put much emphasis on the "Hellsing" part. Vladimir opened his eyes in slight annoyance as he tried to readjust himself.

"What? Hellsing? Really?" Said the boy, Percy. He had red flaming hair as well.

"Yes? Is there something I can do for you?" he said, sitting up.

"So you really are from the Hellsing family? Amazing!" Percy said, then he saw the scar, and his face turned to puzzlement.

"No. Don't even start." Vladimir said, and the puzzled look went deeper. "I'm not this 'Harry' person you people keep saying. I don't know him and if this is the attention he gets, I don't want to be him."

"Hum..." Percy said, then, "So, a Hellsing. I've heard loads about your family. An Organization that deals in searching and destroying all evil creatures of the night. Not only that, but you are also a pure blood family. I've also heard, but never quite knew why, that you can use magic underage. Is this true?"

"Yes. The reason is because the Ministry and the Hellsing Organization came up with an agreement that the two work separately, but can help one another if- and only if- need be. This, the working separately part, means that any underage wizard can use magic, because, since they do not go by the same laws, can do as they please.

"Though there's also the fact about my dad..." Vladimir thought silently to himself, hiding his smirk.

"Fascinating... So, why are you going to school then?" Percy pushed on.

"Huh... my mother said it was so that I could learn what new magic has come out. But, I choose to think of it more as a mission for the Hellsing Organization. To recruit wizards for it when I one day take over."

All the others looked at him in amazement, as he said this without even batting an eye.

"Well... I'd like to stay and chat-" Percy said, getting up, and looking at the time, "- but I have to get to the Prefect box. Good day." and he left.

"We're going to go cause havoc." Said one of the twins.

"By the way, I'm Fred."

"And I'm George."

"Nice meeting you!" they both called and left.