Chap. 12: My Father

Vladimir was silent. He was sitting in his room, staring at the wall accross from his bed. Ron was sitting in the room as well, at Vladimir's desk, looking slightly awkward as he looked around, and stayed silent as well.

And what would cause such a thing?

-Flashback-

Vladimir decided he'd take the chance to tell them about the whole Harry Potter business.

"About the most annoying thing I've had to deal with, is that everyone- though they don't much now, I've scared them out of it-keeps calling and insistiong that I'm this Harry Potter fellow.

"Even the teachers. Seriusly! They all heard my name being called out as Vladimir Hellsing. Why do they insist?"

Alucard and Integra seemed to fall silent, Saris and Pip just shugged, having no clue, and Walter was off somewhere.

Ron was the only one to speak up. "Well, mate, you just look so much like him- well, the black hair, green eyes, and definitly the scare. It's how Harry Potter was described." Ron finished with a shrug.

"Well, I'm not him." Vladimir said, but as he looked at his mother and father, taking in their oddly weird silence, he had a sliver of dout. "Right...?" he asked them, with just a hint of suspision in his voice.

Integralooked down with a sigh, her shoulders slumping.

It was all Vladimir needed.

"I am him?"

Integra nodded. "We're sorry, Vladimir. You were told that you were adopted, but he hadn't seen fit to tell you what your name had been. Had we known more about who you were... We would have told you, and prepared you."

-End Flashback-

So, now Vladimir was sitting in his room, thinking about what all this meant.

He'd done the research on the boy- or... well, himself. And what he realized was astonding. He'd servived the killing curse. As a mere infant, he'd servived, and the "Dark Lord" Voldamort had perished.

Fianly, Ron seemed to have had enough of the silence. "Oh, come on, mate! So you find out you really are Harry Potter! So what?"

Vladimir looked at Ron like he was missing something. "Ron. I- as a bloody infant- survived the killing curse. That's not normal! I mean, I know I'm not normal, but as fare as mortals go, that's... just... it's not possible!"

"Well, I get that, but does it really mean anything?"

"Yes!"

"Ok then, if it does mean something, it just means your bloody hard to kill. Maybe it was your destiny to become part of this organization..."

Vladimir thought about that. The boy had a point. Not about it meaning it was nesesaraly his destiny to be here, but that maybe it was just bloody hard to kill him. He'd actually been thinking about that, but not in a good way. Now that Ron mentioned the "destiny" part, it made him realize that maybe it wasn't such a bad thing to be hard to be killed. Sure, it was still too abnormal, but it was one of those good abnormals.

He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. "Yeah... I guess you're right... It's just... big, you know?"

Ron nodded sympatheticly, but didn't say anything.

Shaking his head, Vladimir decided to change the subject. "So, what do you think of my family so far."

Ron didn't hseitate. "Creepy as bloody hell mate! Your father and sister are vampires, and your mother is stricter then MacGonagall! Did I mention your father and sister are vampires?"

Vladimir laughed. "Yes, you did." Sighing, he continued. "Sorry about that, by the way- that I didn't tell you about them... It's just that if the ministry found out that the Hellsing organization were keeping two vampires- and one so well known and feared more then Voldamort- they'd be breathing down Mother's neck."

Ron's brow scrunched, and Vladimir could see questions poping up in his eyes.

"But I thought there was some contract that allowed you guys to work outside of the ministery...?"

"Yes, but that doesn't mean that they won't try and make complaintes. Come now, Ron, your father works with the lot of them, you should know how they are."

"Well, I'll give you that..." Ron then lapsed into silence, a look on his face. It was one that said he was very confused, and curius, but uncertain if he should ask his next question.

"Go on. Ask. What ever it is, you can ask." Vladimir said.

Ron hesitated a moment, then his curiosity won out.

"You said one of the vampires was feared more than he-who-must-not-be-named... Which one?"

"Thought that'd be obvius. Does Saris really seem all that menecing to you?- Although, she can be quite the devius one at times..."

Ron shook his head.

"So, the obvius choice would be my father."

"So... why? I get how he's scary, but how's he so known, why is he feared more then... he-who-must-not-be-named?"

Vladimir looked at Ron oddly. "You know, I don't think that's a proper term for the dark lord wannabe. I think people should call him he-who-people-are-afraid-to-mention, or something like that. It's not like the ministry band anyone from saying the name Voldamort." He shook his head, and got back on subject. "Anyway, he's feared so much, and known so well, because when he was free, he was the dark lord of his time. A prince, he got what he wanted, and no one deared defy him."

"Well, I'm not very good on history, but I don't think I can remember someone like that..."

"Oh, its really quite obvius once you riddle it out. His name is Alucard. Spelled A-L-U-C-A-R-D. Now, that spelled backwards is D-R-A-C-U-L-A. What does that spell..." Vladimir said, letting the words trail off.

Ron looked off in though, found what the letters spelled out, and then took a moment to realize the full account of information that they brought.

"No! That can't be! He not-"

"He is. My father, Alucard, it the King of the Undead, Ruler of the Night, Dracula. He is Vladimir, prince of -."

Ron was on the verge of fainting.

"He... He's... But he... didn't kill me... he's not killing any of us?!"

"Nope." Vladimir stated, grinning with obvius delight.

"But why? I though he was horrible. He's more horrible than he-who-must-not-be-named!"

"He works with us. It used to be because he was- still is- bond to use. Abraham- my great-great- grandfather- was the one to defeat him, and he is now forever bond to serve this family. For a while, he was dormant- nothing but a withered corps in the depest cell in the dungen- until my mother woke him for his aid.

"Since then, he has been awake, and taking part in missions that need his power- you know, for the big vampires. And he quite enjoys it. You see, he may be black hearted, but he is no dishonerable. He detests the vampires in today. They are not ture Nosferatu; wheather by means of physical or mental. They put shame to the true Nosferatu, such as my father and sister.

"So, so long as we saply the weapons and food, he's all too happy to kill the pests that threaten her Majesty." Vladimir finished, feeling proud.

"This is bloody insane, you know that right?" Ron said, and then let out a slight chuckle, that built up a bit. Vladimir joined in, glad that Ron was starting to settle down- although, he knew his friend still had a ways to go.

After they had calmed back down, Ron asked, "So... Crimson...?"

Vladimir smiled. "Yes, she is really from my father. Its a true honor to have her as a friend."

"Come now, Master Vladimir." Crimson hissed. "I am but a part of him. He is your father. In compareson, you should think it more honorable to have Master Alucard as a father."

Vladimir smirked. "None the less, it is still an honor. I highly doubt anyone can say they have a familiar of the King of the Undead." he said, but not in Parsaltounge.

"This is true..." Crimson said, satisfaction in her hissing.

Ron had looked a bit confused, and then got what must have been said- or at least a jest of it.

Vladimir then stood, and streached. "Well, I think it's about time I stop mopping around. It's not like this really changes anything, really."

"Really….? How so?" Ron asked, looking skeptical. One did not just simply brush off the fact that they really are Harry Potter.

"Because I'm still Vladimir Hellsing, hair to the Hellsing Organization, son of Alucard and Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing. I merely found out what my first name was. True, I also found out I'm bloody hard to kill, but that is a minor detail compared to everything. After all, even if I could have been killed with the killing curse, they'd have to get through my own magic and simple reflexes."

Ron looked at his best friend in admiration. He couldn't believe his friend was just discarding the fact that he had defeated the Dark Lord as a mere infant. If Ron had found out he was Harry Potter…. He couldn't even comprehend how he'd react to such a thing.

"Well, come on. Lets go take a walk around London. I'll show you some of my favorite places." Vladimir said. Ron nodded mutely, still trying to figure out how Vladimir could ignore who he really was.