Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Hellsing.

AN: Kamerreon's Thanks

This is a semi-sequel to Fog.

Alucard followed the scent of blood through the dark fog covered streets. Normally he would have bothered but there was something calling him.

The scent led him to a street of identical looking houses and finally to number 4. The door had been left open a small crack so he entered, immediately having to step over the body of a fat man. He walked the house finding only death in the bodies of a giraffe necked woman and the large body of a child that had to be their son given his resemblance to the fat man.

There was no life here but there were four scents that permeated the house. Alucard quickly sorted through them and found the fourth resided mainly under the stairs. A check in the tiny closet showed a bed and the scent of despair and a simmering rage. A smirk curled his mouth.

Alucard knew what it was like to be locked away and forced into servitude. These people got what they deserved then. Giving himself a sharp nod, he followed the fourth scent back out the door.

Once on the step he looked toward where the scent drifted from and wondered how it was he hadn't seen the boy before. There on the hill was a tiny boy with an aristocratic grace. Alucard's breath caught at the wind blowing his hair and over large clothes and the fog curling around him playfully. This tiny child was powerful, more powerful than any he'd felt before.

Alucard walked the path to the child, coming silently up behind him. The child appeared to have noticed his silent entrance though for he turned slowly around, face raising to look at Alucard.

Those eyes, not only the color and glow but what they held. There was insanity lurking brightly within those eyes that held back the despair and Alucard caught something else that made his mouth stretch wide ... satisfaction.

It was that more than anything that decided it - Alucard would raise this boy and he would be Alucard's.

"What is your name, child?" Alucard asked in a softly accented voice.

The child looked at him, through him before he must have found what he was looking for. "Harry."

Alucard held out his hand, palm up. "Come away me, young Harry and you will never want for anything again."

Once again, the child searched his face for any sign of deceit before he placed his tiny hand within Alucard's.

The moment flesh met Alucard felt power, both his and the boy's, flair. The bonds that had held him captive cracked and shattered.

Alucard was free and it was all thanks to this tiny child before him.

Anyone watching would have seen the tall man scoop the tiny figure up and within the blink of an eye - disappear.

Fin