Harry Potter, Scion of Harker
Ch 01
Isdh
121
"We deal with 'What Bumps in the Night'." She looked him in the eye, "That now includes you."
"Me?" the green eyed lad cocked his head at her.
"Alucard claimed that you had had your throat ripped out before he got there." the silvered woman revealed the silver plated pistol, glinting in the light from the Ember of her smoke, she had pointed at Harry. "Not even a scar, right now."
"Shite. You would think killing a millennium old super snake would be the highpoint of my life. Now I get to add … what… to my list of 'Why my Life sucks'." he twirled his glasses in his fingers.
"If I understand what Alucard was saying, odds are you are a Damphire, or something like that." the gun did not twitch, "We had to learn about them as a few years ago, one was rampaging along the southern coastline. Similar to a vampire, but void a weakness or two. The creature terrorizing the South of England was a DayWalker. Unlike the thing you saw tonight, it's … feeding only killed. Alucard was able to find it's sent, and sent Baskerville after it." her face showed its first real emotion, disgust. "Gave the Mutt the runs."
"What does this mean for me?"
"It all depends on you." she tapped the ash from her smoke, "Your thirst, your limitations, and where you want to go in your life."
"Let's see." Harry returned the glasses to his face. "Remove myself from my relatives. The Vicar took care of that." he tapped his right forefinger on his left pinky. Then he blinked. "Damn it, I had something this."
She snorted. "Finish School?"
"Yeah, but the Headmaster…"
"We will handle tuition and…"
"Oh, that's all paid, and I have money for books and things. No, the bearded old Goat likes to run my life. Where I go, who I see, who my Friends are. Things like that." Potter puffed.
"He is that into his students' life?" the gun twitched.
"No, just mine." Harry gave her a sour grin. "Albus Dumbledor, My Headmaster, the Chief Warlock of our answer to the House of Lords, and he sits at the Head of our answer to the UN." Before looking out the window as the world sped by. "He has been teaching at Hogwarts since the thirties, and so much of our Nation bow to his will, and that is before you include his grand titles and his victory over the Dark Lord Grindelwald, rumored to be helping Hitler."
The gun twitched again, "Are you saying Hitler had Magical aide?"
"According to our books, Grindelwald had muggle help. Not sure which is true, and which is boasting. I do know that History is written by the victors, and they like to edit heavily."
Integra snorted. "Let's just say you finish school. From there, than what."
"Well, it was told to me that my Father was an Auror… a magical Police officer." Harry snorted, "But I was also told that they were Drunks who died in a car wreck."
"Your thoughts on Blood?" from nowhere, the question caused him to answer without thinking.
"Blood will tell. It is the one medium of magic that is not talked about. They cover everything else, Transmutation, Necromancy, even brewing Potions that can ensnare the senses and put a stopper in Death." the last he mimicked Snape, before snorting again. "Do I thirst or hunger for it… no idea." he paused, "Wait, the Vicar ripped my throat out… but did he taste my blood?"
"No Idea, why." the word might have been a question, but her delivery made it a statement-demand.
Harry rolled his right sleeve up. Just two inches towards his hand from the elbow, a scar, round, ragged, and discoloured, glowed in the dimly lit cabin. "That snake I keep harping on… twenty meters long, can kill with direct eye contact, and it's venom is so potent, anything not properly charmed is corroded by it. I caught a fang to my arm, as I drove my sword through the roof of it's mouth into the brain. I would have died a slow painful death, had not a phoenix cried into it. The Muggleborn I was talking about… she cast a medical charm on me, weekly after I had to regrow the bones in my left arm. She claimed, just before we disembarked at Kings Cross station, that while the venom was no longer killing me, it should still be lethal to others. If my blood had entered the Vicar's system…"
"Alucard shot and embraced an innocent." Integra sneered. "We will have to ask him, when we get back to HQ." She frowned, "Dhamphire empowered by Phoenix regeneration…" she coughed, before tucking her gun away. "Well, my defenses are shot."she glared at the boy. "I'll be honest with you. As an enemy, you could wreak untold damage on me and my people. As an ally, you would bring great strength and resources to my Fight. It will not be an easy path to walk… both of them are littered with issues. As an Ally, you will have the backing of the Hellsing Organization in dealing with your Headmaster and any issues from that sector. As my Ally… let's just say, 'God save the Queen'."
"As with any deal," Harry return his eyes to hers, "What do you get out of it?"
"Good, know your friends and their motives…" she snuffed the ragged end of her cigarillo, before lighting another. "Up front, I get a mage to cover that minor hole in my defenses. Right now there is little that you can do. In three years you can step away from Hogwarts, in five, you could be leading troops into battle. Battles that my Agents like Alucard and the police-girl can not. That is not including the power you can and will wield as Lord Potter, of Britain."
"Lord Potter?" the lad frowned at her, "what are you talking about?"
"That Occultist of mine… what did you call him?"
"Squib."
"Ah, Squib. Yes him. He is my main Archivist. He brought into my library; a peerage of the Arcane Lords of the Twenty-Eight, and a treatise on how their peerage blends with ours. I do not know the exact details of House Potter, but it was used to example the untapped political power your side holds. It also had minor details of your last war." she snorted.
"Madam. We are here." Walter called from the front seat.
Harry turned to look over his shoulder, at what looked like Buckingham crossed with an Army base. The Outer Walls rose thirty feet high, stone over three feet thick, a full gatehouse, and manned watch towers. The primary courtyard, was bustling. 'Men' were trotting back and forth, some carrying things, others were pushing hand trucks.
The Rolls ghosted past the troops, before entering an inner courtyard. Walter pulled the car into an entryway, before exiting, letting a 'Footman' take the wheel. He then opened the rear door to allow Integra out. Harry scrambled to follow at her heels. Walter whispered to the 'Guard' at the door about the girl in the boot.
"Welcome Home, Mistress." the Shadows parted as Alucard stepped into the lights of the inner courtyard. "I see you have kept the boy."
"Alucard." the woman strode past the red coated monster. "We have a few questions about what happened with the Vicar. First, when it ripped the Boy's throat out, did it take in any of his blood?"
"No. It was just killing him, to scare the Police-girl." the golden eyes glinted behind the round shades, "Why?"
"Taste the boy's blood." a flick of her wrist had a folding stiletto snicking into its open position. Harry offered up his left forefinger. She poked it, enough to cause a spot of blood to bubble up. The Golden eyes flickered between the three breathers. He grinned, showing his shark like teeth, before his tongue darted out to taste the ruby dot.
He turned his head to spit, causing the end of his tongue hit the paving stones, some thirty paces away. The fist sized chunk of flesh bubbled, and dissolved into a puddle black ooze, that ate a minor hole in the stone. His Eyes blazed anew, "Just what was that?!" he roared.
"Basilisk Venom and Phoenix tears." Harry cocked his head at the guy in red.
Alucard tasted his mouth for a few minutes, as Walter whispered with guard about getting the hole filled. "I can taste the poison, and the Tears burned me more than the Venom did." he scraped his tongue on his teeth, "But no. I was talking about your bloodline. I swear I could taste my last Bride… you knew her as Harker."
"Harker?" Potter asked.
Walter loomed over the boy. "Your Mother's name boy."
"Li-lily Potter." Harry stuttered. "Formerly Evans."
Walter sniffed. "Henry Evens took in little Lily Harker, Halloween night, 1960. Her entire family was slaughtered just before dawn. Henry took his family to Cokesworth, so his wife could be closer to her Mother. They took their two Daughters, Lily and Petunia, with them."
"So, Petunia is not my Aunt by Blood…" Harry Snarled, his eyes flared green flames.
"Harry?" Duchess Hellsing barked.
"Headmaster Dumbldor!" The Lad growled, "I had to 'go live with my Aunt, my Blood Aunt!' and she had no Blood in common with my Mother!" the shadows began to collect about the boy. Alucard reached out and 'flicked' him in the side of the head. Harry slumped into sleep.
"Sleep...childe."
121
The sleepy village worked hard to keep it's image. No traffic lights. It's new lights and cc systems were blended into the prewar era look. Powerlines and the like were run underground where and when they could.
But tonight, it took the 'dead of night' even further.
A crack rang out as a Gandolf wanna-be appeared in the center of the town. He raised his golden 'lighter', to snuff the lights, before he noticed something odd.
The Silence.
Something was off, even for a quiet sleepy village, in the early hours of the morning.
The grumbling roar of diesel trucks approaching, caused the wizard in pink to trade his lighter for his wand. A tap on his head, and he shimmered into thin air, just was the first of four black military 'Saxon Wagon' troop carriers rolled into the village square. Thirty-six troops formed up under a balding man's watch. Two more flanked him.
"Okay Ladies!" the man bellowed out, "The Boss claims that this is just a 'mop 'n drop'. I trust her, she Trusts Him. I also know that he misses things. Squads Alpha, Beta, Delta, sweep north and clear. The rest of you, sweep south and clear. You have one hour. Engage."
The men broke into six groups of six, before fading into the night as only muggle troops trained to can.
Albus ghosted closer to the commanding officer. "Confundus" the spell fog fell on the Colonel and his aides. "What happened here?" Albus demanded. He saw the shoulder patch, black and red quarter hatch with orange trim. The motto in english; We are on a Mission from God. a Rook tower.
"Whole bloody village was attacked." the aide on the left answered. "A specialist removed the threat. We are just cleaning up."
"I am looking for a boy… age 13, thereabouts." Albus looked into the glassy eyes of the talking aide. A gentle push, and he what the young man knew. 'Something killed everything in the village. The Rapid Response Squad, number eleven, arrived and were also… eviscerated. We of the Hellsing Organization were dispatched to prevent further spread of the contagion. At this time Survivors, have been reported.'
Albus turned and stepped away, just as righty's belt squacked, and a garbled voice came through. "Dear Gods. What is that thing!" "Don't Ask stupid questions, just light it UP!" from the North the Sound of rapid gunfire echoed off the stone walls before a minor explosion sent a fireball into the sky. "Damn shit. Looked like a mutated pig, in wig, before it turned! Almost got us, until Jameson hit a gas line and dropped a grenade. Beta Squad, not liking that cottage. Blow it!" Aye Major!" another explosion.
Albus checked his 'Harry Finder', though that was not he called it. It now pointed towards London, but the boy was on the move. Albus cursed, before turning on the spot, heading for his office as chief warlock. There he could get a cuppa while he waited for the boy to stop moving…
121
Albus raised his eyebrows as he felt the Wards around the Ministry of Magic redirect him, and strip away his disillusionment. He blinked twice, as the light and sound of the Auror Department was swarming over itself.
Grabbing the arm of a young cadet, as she stumbled by, "What is all this?" he played the concerned Grandfather to the hilt.
"Oh, Headmaster! You got the call too?" the pink hair darkened, "There was a Vampire incurition in Cheddar tonight. Only none of 'Our' Covens or Courts were involved. They had packed up their pets and familiars three days ago, and portkeyed out to Greece. Some big holiday."
"A rouge?" Albus frowned.
"Moody is being sent with Shacklebolt to give everything a once over with his eye." the trainee looped her arm through his, "Come on, Bones will want to hear from you." He was led into the buzzing swarm.
121
The door eased open, as the cadet wedged him inside, before closing it behind him.
The three harried faces looked up from the map spread on the Desk, noticed who it was, two turned back to the map, the witch just frowned, "What do you know about this incursion at the Village of Cheddar?"
"Vampire attack, not one of ours, village slaughtered, and muggles cleaning it up." Albus stepped to the running board, and after a look at the Director, the Head Auror, and the 'face' of the unspeakables, poured four tumblers of scotch. Handing out the drinks, he ignored the shocked faces. "Earlier tonight, a student I was keeping an eye on, vanished from his home, and his trail led to Cheddar. I went to see what had happened, just as just short of forty armed muggles, dressed in combat gear arrived. Disillusioning myself, I gathered what info I could. Just after midnight, a 'rapid response squad' was called in. Followed shortly by something call the Hellsing…"
"Organization" hissed Saul Croaker. "No wonder the 'Vampire Activity Detector' went crazy tonight. If they let Him out, most likely to clean up whatever mess we missed, even if he was kept leashed, would trigger an orange alert." he sipped his drink.
"Just what are they?" Dumbledor asked, sitting in the overstuffed chair he had conjured.
"Easy answer; Vampire Hunters." Saul snarled. "In truth, they are the Queen's Spook Squad. It was only by the skin of our teeth, that we kept them out of the last war."
"And if my student got caught up in this?"
"You mean Harry Potter?" Rufus grumbled. At Albus' raised eyebrow, he raised a red memo. "About an hour ago, he was flagged for under-age wand use, but the spells were confusing, so we checked, and when the owl refused to take the letter… we knew something was up."