Chap. 5 Part 2: Hogwarts Part 3: Awkward Start to Friendship
After the twins had left, Vladimir lay back in his seat, and Crimson crawling around on his neck to get a better position.
Five minutes after the train started moving, however, the compartment door opened. Vladimir looked and saw it was the boy Ron Weasley.
"Um... you mind if I sit here?" Ron asked, "All the other compartments are full..."
"Fine by me." Vladimir said, sitting up. From past experience, he could tell there was some talking coming.
"So... not to be pushy or anything, but are you really a Hellsing?" Ron asked as he sat down gratefully.
Vladimir smirked at how right he was to have expected talking. "Yes, I am a Hellsing."
"Cool..." he said in awe. Then he looked at the scare. "That really does look a lot like the one I've heard about. The scare I mean."
Vladimir's brow wrinkled. "What's the deal with this Harry fellow anyway? Why's he so well known? What's he done?"
Ron's eyes widened in surprise, as if it were big news someone didn't know about Harry Potter.
"It's not really what he did. More like what he survived, and who it was against, but yeah, I guess it is also what he did..."
"And what's that?" Vladimir prompted, having gotten nothing from that.
"Well, seven years ago, You-Know-Who visited a wizard family, and had the intent on killing them all. But, the boy Harry somehow survived! Both his parents died, but he didn't. And not just that, but he also seemed to have defeated You-Know-Who! A mere infant at the time too!"
A light clicked on in Vladimir's head and he nodded slowly, recalling a memory. "I've heard of this... Yeah... now I remember. Mum told me once... The Ministry had been trying to get the help of the Hellsing Organization for a while, but then the 'Dark Lord' was defeated." Vladimir said, making sure he put a disgusted emphasis on the Dark Lord part. "No one can be as dark as my father- The Undead King." he thought to himself.
"Yeah, but then he just... disappeared. No one knows where he's gone." Ron looked at him puzzled, seeming to have caught onto something, "You talk about You-Know-Who as if he's a fake...?"
"Yeah... well, not entirely. Just the fact that he'd have the gall to call himself a Dark Lord." Vladimir scoffed. "I take into account that he has killed many people without mercy and for the fun of it, yes, but a Dark Lord? He has no right to call himself that. If that's all it takes to be a Dark Lord, than there are about fifty of his own Death Eaters that could take up that name too. There's more to being a Dark Lord than that, and honestly, killing whole families for the fun of it isn't even a reason. People are merely scared of a poser. Powerful, perhaps, but a poser none the less." By now, Vladimir was steaming on the inside.
{Master Alucard is the darkest lord of all...} Crimson hissed, making Ron jump slightly.
Vladimir ignored Ron though and smiled down at Crimson, {Yes, very much so. Voldemort would shit diamonds if he ever got the grace of just seeing father...}
{Sisisisisi...} Crimson laughed.
Vladimir then looked back up a fairly freaked Ron.
"Oh, don't mind my snake. She's harmless unless I say so." Vladimir said.
Ron clutched something in his pocket, as if she would strike out at it.
"Um... I have... a rat... she's not going to...?" Ron said, but before Vladimir could answer, the compartment door slid open to reveal a bushy haired girl.
"Have you seen a toad recently? A boy Nevil lost it." she said, then saw the snake. She looked a little freaked for a second, but then seemed to get over it. "What kind of snake is that? I've never heard of one with six eyes..."
"Six eyes...?" Ron squeaked as the girl came in and sat down, looking at the snake.
"She's a vampiric snake." He knew better than to say flat out that his father was the Vampire lord, as it would give way to the fact that the Hellsing's have vampires. Not that the Ministry could do anything about it, but they sure as heck would try, and that would cause havoc for them. They already have to deal with the Vatican Section 13: Iscariot.
The girl "hmm"ed, then seemed to remember something, "My name's Hermione, by the way." then she continued her quarry, "A vampiric snake? So she drinks blood?"
Ron stiffened at this.
"Yes, but you needn't worry. She can have more than just blood- regular meat is fine. Not to mention she only goes after certain animals." Vladimir said, he then saw Ron's face, and noticed he was still clutching what must be his rat. "And don't worry, she's fed recently."
"That snake is definitely freaky, though..." Ron said, though he did relax, if only just a little.
"So how did you get a vampiric snake? I don't remember seeing that at Diagonally."
Ron snickered, trying to brush off his obvious fear, and not succeeding. "Because he's a Hellsing."
Hermione's eyes went wide. "You joking!"
"Well, yeah... I'm Vladimir Hellsing." Vladimir said, straight faced. Hermione looked at him in awe and admiration. "Anyway... that's how I have my snake."
"Oh, I get it." Hermione said, "You got it from one of the vampires you killed and she considers you her master now."
"I don't know about the master part, but she seems to like me okay." then he looked at Crimson. {Right? You like me?} he hissed, smirking at how the two others jumped- especially since Ron had already seen this.
{What's not to like? I have someone to talk to, and I'm not always left to the darkness with Master Alucard.} Crimson hissed back. Again the two jumped.
"You know... it's kinda scary that you can speak Parseltongue." Ron said.
"Yeah, at first my mother didn't believe it, but she got over it. My father was... fascinated. He tends to like the extremely abnormal... you'd think he were as mad as a hatter... Which probably isn't that far from the truth, really."
They spent a great deal of time talking, mostly Hermione and Vladimir, while Ron jumped in here and there. When the Trolly came by, Hermione and Vladimir bought a few things. He shared a few of his purchases with Ron, as the boy obviously wanted some, but didn't have the money.
"Well, I have to go now. I expect we'll be arriving soon. It was a nice meeting you." Hermione said, and left.
Vladimir decided he really didn't know how to feel about the girl. She was obviously smart, and well read, but also appeared to believe only what the books told her, and almost refused to believe it if the books argued against it, or would be skeptical if the books just didn't mention it. He attributed it to her being a muggle born. Having not been raised around the practices and only just learned some of what the Wizarding World was like, it might make one skeptical on a great many things if one hadn't learned it yet. She'll be questioning anything anyone has to say for a great many months, though he got the impression that perhaps the only people that could possibly tell her otherwise would be her teachers, as she gushed about all of the ones she'd read up on.
All in all, he decided to hold off on weather he wanted to be friends with her. She was annoying, yes, but she could very well- and most likely would- change, and he'd rather wait to see how before deciding.
"So... do you know what house you want to be in?" Ron asked as they pulled on their robes, pulling Vladimir out of his thoughts.
"Hummm... I don't really know. I know I definitely don't have it for Hufflepuff. Not sure about the others. Mum said I've got the brains for Ravenclaw, the brawns for Gryffindor, and the sly for Slytherin. Though, there was a lot of traits she said I had for Gryffindor and Slytherin."
"Well, I hope you end up with Gryffindor." Ron muttered, and his ears burned red.
Vladimir smiled. It was an awkward start, but it seemed he had made a friend- something he had not been expecting so soon.