Chap. 17: Who Were They?

When Vladimir reached the top of the stairs, he found himself in front of a door. Walking up to it, he knocked. Past the door, he could hear the sound of surprised silence and then a voice calling out in confusion.

"Come in…."

Vlad pushed the heavy door open and studied the room beyond for a moment, taking in the personal library, portraits, and the many trinkets lying about, some of which he knew, most of which he had no clue as to what they were, and a few of which he was wondering what they were doing here.

"Ah… Mr. Hellsing. What brings you to my office… and so unexpectedly too…"

Vladimir blinked at this. He'd not really thought about the fact that this might be unexpected. Had he interrupted something? Maybe he should have checked to make sure the man was free…?

"I'm sorry for coming so unexpectedly, Professor Dumbledore. But there's been something… bothering me lately…"

"Well then have a seat, please, it's no trouble." Vladimir did sit and found himself wondering why Dumbledore had a muggle's magazine, the headline reading "Next Top Hot Males".

"Now, what is it that is bothering you, my boy?"

"Well…" Vladimir clenched his teeth, knowing in order to get the answers he wanted, he'd need to admit he'd been wrong. "You know how you and everyone kept confusing me for that Harry Potter fellow….?"

Dumbledore blinked, confused at the question, however intrigued. "Yes."

"Well… It was reviled to me over Christmas break that when my parents adopted me, my name had been…" his eye twitched, still hating to admit he was wrong. "My name was Harry Potter."

Dumbledore sat back, relaxing, feeling somewhat relieved. After all, he'd almost given up on believe that the boy was Harry Potter, and because of that, it'd been causing him stress over the fact that he'd have to find the actual Harry Potter, who seemed to have just vanished the night they left him at the Dursly's door. The horrifying possibility that the Dursly's might have left him there to die… It'd been nothing but stress over and over.

But now… He'd been right all along. Vladimir Hellsing was Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived.

This changed many things… But for now, Dumbledore remembered that he was being addressed.

"So anyway…" Vladimir said, "What's troubling me is that I don't know my biological family. It never bothered me before, because I didn't know I actually had a history before being taken in by mother and father.

"But now that I know that I'm this apparently famous Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, I want to know. Not about me, but about my biological mother and father. What had they been like, what would they have thought about me being with the Hellsing family, and who were they? What were their names?"

Dumbledore found himself taken aback slightly. He'd come to know Vladimir as a very level headed boy. But just now, he almost sounded panicked, or dare he say it, angst. But in a way, that wasn't entirely bad, not for Dumbledore anyway. He was accustomed to dealing with angst teens, and had always been slightly unsure as to how to handle Vladimir because of how level he was, at all times.

Settling into his large chair, he started to answer the boy.

"Lily and James Potter were their names." He started. "Lily was muggle born, and a very bright witch, passing all subjects with great marks. James was a pure blood, and was brilliant as well, but he liked to goof off a lot, but passed all his classes just as Lily had. Lily had wanted to be a teacher, charms I think. James was an Auror. Both were highly respected and loved…

"As for it they'd have approved of the Hellsing Family raising you, I'm quite certain they would have been very happy to find that you've become such an intelligent young man. They would only have good words for them."

Vladimir was silent, taking comfort in this, even if he'd not been looking for it. After a few moments of silence, a thought came to him.

"What about their families?"

"Ah, yes… James was actually, unfortunately, the last of his blood line- now you are of course. Lily has a sister and she has a family of her own, muggles of course."

Vladimir nodded. "I would like to meet them…"