Harry Potter, Scion of Harker
07
ISDH
HPSH
After retrieving his new 'Hand-gun' from Walter, Alucard was showing his 'chylde' the ways of Shadow. They had followed the Boss into London, using the Tube, and it's sub-passages, to track the Countess, and her guard. Two men from the compound were along to handle business while giving Seras targets to protect.
As the Tube Train they were riding pulled to a stop, and the normals exited, Seras felt the cold breath of Death blow down her spine.
Into the last car, a mountain of a blond man stepped on the train. As his combat boots touched the deck, the whole train died. Every light died out. Then two emergency light banks clicked on, filling the whole station with shadows darker than the absence of light.
"Ah, so the Dark One is here." He spoke with a German accent. The failing light glinted off the Crosses he wore as a bolo tie and cufflinks, and his glasses. His hands twitched, and silvered baynettes bloomed from between the fingers of both hands. Then the six blades were flung with a speed, precision, and power that was not human. One each found the throat of the Humans. Only Alucard's 'faster than quick' actions placed himself between the flung blades and the 'police-girl'.
Seras jerked a clamshell cell phone from her pocket, and hit the 2 button. On the second ring the cold voice of the 'Boss' answered. "Yes."
A second barrage of blades hit the Master, taking his head from his shoulders.
"Ma'am! The Master! He is fighting a monster in priest robes! It slaughtered the guards, then turned on Him, cutting his Head off!" Seras tried to keep the panic out of her voice. "Even with his head gone, he is still trying to rip the Priest a new one!"
"Seras. Listen to me. Pull back. Let Al handle this." the boy spoke calmly into the phone. "Al is the Master for a reason, you are just a fledge. Pull back." before the line went dead.
Old footy skills kicked in as Al's bloody head rolled onto the toe of her boot… the head was popped into the air, as she spun, kicking the head into the Priest's chest, knocking the tall German into the wall behind him.
"I knew there was something I liked about you, Police-girl." The Master's voice came from the Priest's chest, as the head was slowly expelled from the impact cavity to run down the Freaks front. The Bleeding Body of the Blood-Master made contact with the pool of its own blood… "Oh, A regenerator! You are going to be fun!"
Before the German could do more then snarl, a phone went off in his pocket. Pulling the tiny brick from his vest… "Da?" he snorted, yucked the phone away, and pulled out a bible, before throwing pages of Holy Scripture at the two of them… and vanishing.
"Phone. Walter. Clean up." With a show of effort, Al pulled himself together. "I need to feed." the red dressed 'man' stepped into the shadow, and was gone.
Hitting #3 on her phone, only for Walter to pick up. "Miss."
"The Master and I were attacked. He told me to call you for 'clean up', and left to feed." Seras was shaking.
"Help is on the way." click.
"Miss?" a voice from behind her had her turning to see … something with a long thin nose, big eyes and ears… dressed in a uniform like hers, only smaller.
Seras blinked twice. "You are the cleaner?" She waved her hand about the train.
The little … person looked about, before looking back at her. "Did you do this?"
"No, just got stuck with the clean up."
The little guy nodded, before snapping his fingers… leaving Seras alone in a derelict train with dull emergency lighting. No blood, bodies, or even a scratch on the rails or seats. The train just seemed to have no Power…
As Seras climbed the stairs from the station, she was passed by techs running down the stairs to the train. She avoided the sunlight, as she worked her way home, thinking about what the Master had shown her.
It was after Dusk by the time she returned to the House.
HPSH
Harry Potter snarled from where he slid on the polished marble, into a lump at Tonks's feet. The witch dropped her disillusionment, laughing at her student's predicament. "Hey Kid, you got the speed and strength… but you are very lacking in personal mass. That Iron-hearted jackboot really nailed you good. Had you been fully grown, you could have withstood that kick."
"Why did you not show yourself?" Integra wiped her blade clean with her handkerchief.
"It is bad enough we are talking to you, instead of wiping your memory of everything Magical." Tonks adjusted her red leather trench coat, "But to wave the possibility of Witches before the Cathlic Church… Merlin and Morgana No!"
"And the boy's lighting my smoke?"
Harry offered his crooked grin, "Sleight of Hand. Either from my ancestor, or street magic." He climbed to his feet, and dusted off his BDUs, "Don't know why, but for some reason, he pissed me off. It alone allowed me to channel enough for the 'lit thumb' trick."
"Odds are he is going to think it is due to boy's bloodlines, or street magic." Tonk cuffed Potter across the crown, "I will be adding his wandless flame trick to his studies, so it will look like street magic." She frowned, before mimicking his movements, "I think I too will learn that trick."
They returned to the Phantom, before riding home.
HPSH
The Sun had set less than thirty minutes ago, as a Storm was rising.
A Black shaggy dog, limping along the road drew little attention, considering the blond female some twenty feet ahead. Neither traveler was aware of the other. Oh they knew, in the back of their minds, that they were not totally alone on the road. But neither was a threat to the other… or so they thought.
The Dog, tracking a scent that no nose could smell, had trotted forward to limp at her heels into the Compound. The Beast of the Night could tell that this was no mere canine.
The guards allowed her to pass, without a second look. That was saved for the gnarled dog at her heels. The new guy looked closer, but the older man tapped his shoulder. One word was whispered…
"Baskerville."
The younger guard snapped upright, there were stories about the Boss's 'Pet' and his pets.
The pair continued to shuffle along…
HPSH
Harry stepped out of the Shower, and dried off. Dressing in BDUs, and slinging 'Crabbe' and 'Goyle', he headed down for Dinner. Tonight, Chef was doing something with fish.
Dobby was at his knee as he strode into the dinning room.
"Walter tells me you were very helpful today." Harry drug a knuckle over the bald head of his small servant. "Are you happy here?"
"Yes, Great Wizard Harry Potter, sir." the elf bobbed his head. "Walter allowed me to wash the laundry of the Men."
"Nice." Harry sat at the table, and poured himself a cup of coffee. Turning to the Lady of the Manor, "I hear there is to be a hunt tonight?"
"Yeah, but I will need you here." the silver haired woman sighed. "Tonks will be starting your drills in wanded studies, then You work on your fencing."
They heard the front door open, and Harry turned his head to 'feel' who was at the door. "Looks like 'Police-girl' is home…" He trailed off as he felt something 'cool' on her heels. "And it looks like she brought something with her."
Into the dining room lumbered a black dog that did not look right. Not only was it thin, straggling, and raggidy, but there was something that said that 'this is not a normal dog'.
Harry stood, and walked towards the animal, as it swung to intercept him. When they were less than three feet apart, the dog shimmered into a disheveled man, as he threw himself at harry.
"Pup! I have Found you! At Last…" the man cried into the brown cloth on Harry's BDU shirt, as Tonks stood with her wand pointing at the two of them. Dobby was at Harry's heels, crooning over his concern for this wizard. A bonded member of His Master's Family…
Tonks pulled herself together, and snapped her wand, and a silver ghost jackrabbit flashed out of the room. "Walter. Call the Gate. A witch and a Wizard will be showing up. My Parents. Have them escorted up please. Please excuse our rudeness, Baronetess, but that is Harry's Godfather… my second cousin. My Mother is a Healer, My Father is a Barrister. We believed that Black, here, was imprisoned falsely, and have been trying to get him out of prison. Two days ago, he escaped."
Integra hummed in thought, before signaling Walter. "Your folks will board here for the week. Once your mother is here, She can take that man to get cleaned up, and looked over. I will meet with your Father to speak of these matters. In the meantime, as Head of the Hellsing Organization, I am taking that man into Custody and assigning my Specialist to watch over him."
Tonks frowned as she picked apart the words of her Hostess. She found the terms to her liking, so she nodded. "Dobby, run Mister Black a bath, use Harry's ensuite. He will need a robe until Healer Tonks looks him over."
Dobby nodded, and snapped his fingers, and the elf and the two wizards vanished.
HPSH
In the small Village of Dibley, a House on the Edge of Town, stood a house known as the 'Tree House'. In truth it was a Grand old Black Oak tree that held a small two story cottage in its branches. Said cottage was the Home of the House of Tonks. The stone of the cottage, and the wood of the tree were filled with runes. Runes that spun the Muggle illusion of it being just another cottage, hid the House from those of darker intents, and allowed the tree and cottage to grow, filling in gaps that said growth would cause.
Tonight Andromeda (Andy) and her loving Husband Edward (Ted) were settling for the night. After an early dinner, they both gathered in the study. Over the years the room had 'grown' a double desk in the center of the room. This allowed them to finish paperwork as they basked in the presence of each other, but were doing their own thing.
Andy was debating asking Ted to provide his 'Husbandly Duties' that night when a Silver jackrabbit hopped in and sat on her desk. She blinked as the Rabbit spoke in her daughter's voice. "Mum, Dad, You both are needed at the Hellsing Estate. Professionally. Code Black." the rabbit faded away.
Both shared a look, before they grabbed their cloaks, travel cases, and twisted into thin air.
They twisted out, directly in the middle of a circle of muggles. Armed Muggles with spot-lights pinning them down.
"Tonks?" a grizzled veteran limped forward. At their nod, "This way. The Boss is waiting." They followed the limping man to the front doors, where they were met by their daughter in her work robes, and a young woman with silver hair in a three piece suit.
"Mother, Father, Our Host, Sir Integra Fairbrooks Wingates Hellsing." Tonks greeted her folks, "Sir Hellsing, My Mother, Healer Andromeda Tonks, nee Black, and her husband Edward Tonks LLD."
"Why did you introduce your Mother first?" Integra peered through her glasses at the clearly Magical folk, they were wearing robes.
"She is a Daughter of an Ancient House, exiled, and He is a First Gen wizard." Tonks flashed a grin, "There are only three Houses that rank above Black, and two are lost and the third is said to be dead. Mom outranks everybody not related to Black by less than three generations. Potter is above her, through his father's mother, and her exile, but she outranks the Headmaster in social settings."
"Nymphadora Tonks." Andy glared at her daughter, "You invoked code Black."
"Yes Mother." Tonk's nares flared. "Dobby." a pop as the elf was at her knee. "Please lead Mother to our new guest, while Father can hash out the details of the Lord of Black showing up here."
Both adult Tonks choked, before the Witch gathered her skirts, "Lead on Elf!"
HPSH
Bones sighed as she read through the paperwork. This was her last piece of paper, when she finished it, she would need to face the three down in the cells. She signed, and stamped where needed and slid the sheet into her out-box. She emptied her cuppa of tea, and gathered her wand, before she headed down the back stairs to the holding cells.
"Finally Bones! Do your job and get me out of here!" Fudge ordered from his cell.
"We are needed to keep the Ministry running." Umbridge purred from her cage.
"Actually, " Bones smirked, "Without you three, everything is running smoother than they have in twenty years. With you three here, The majority of Wizarding England is running smoothly. It has only been a day but everything short of House Politics is perfect. Fudge and Dumbledor are slated for trial in the morning. You, Deloris, by your request, are here until Black is brought in." She waved, "Night."
She returned to her office by the same back hallway. Then she recollected herself, and used her personal Floo to return home.
"Hey Auntie." The chipper voice of her Ward brought her about, to see her and her bestie playing 'Dragon Poker'. Using Bertie's as coins.
"Evening girls. Hanah, are you staying for dinner?"
"If I can. Mom is planning on ambushing Dad, and abusing him until morning." The blond giggled, Sue joined her.
Amy just smiled, as she poured herself a glass of firewhiskey, and grabbed her own cup of Bertie's, and joined the girls for their next hand, while they waited on Emmi to call them to dinner.
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