Chapter 9

"I don't know if this is such a good idea, Harry." Sirius said.

"It's fine. Worst case we'll just break out, I broke in before." Harry said, grinning cheekily at Sirius as they approached the entrance to Gringotts. Sirius was in disguise, as they had not yet been able to clear his name, nor had they announced his return to the world of the living, however they had agreed to check the Potter and Black vaults for any holy relics or spell tomes that would aid Hellsing in their tasks.

As soon as they crossed the threshold into the bank they were met with a dozen razor-sharp spear tips. Harry looked down and saw goblins sneering at him, intent on killing the wizard that had defeated their security and stolen from one of their most secure vaults. Sirius paled and held his hands up in a placating manner, however Harry crossed his arms and glared at the Goblins.

"Director Ragnok. Now." Harry calmly said.

"Restrain the humans and take them down to the dungeons, we'll let the dragons have them." The goblin in the front said. Harry took one step forward and bellowed

"RAGNOK! NOW!" The goblins cringed, and the one in the front nodded to a teller who bolted into the back of the bank. Harry stood, unmoving, for the three minutes it took for the teller to return with an ancient looking goblin wrapped in a fur cloak that looked like it had been fashioned from Nundu hide. Harry suspected the goblin in question had felled the beast himself.

"How dare you step foot on our soil after what you did?" Director Ragnok growled.

"What did you do?" Sirius asked.

"Broke into your cousin's vault, stole a horcrux, escaped on a dragon." Harry said, grinning.

"YOU WHAT?!" Sirius screamed.

"SILENCE!" Ragnok demanded. Harry responded by reaching a hand forward and releasing a blast of force that sent the goblins flying in all directions before moving inhumanly fast to position himself directly in front of the Goblin leader. He stooped over and smiled, baring his teeth. Ragnok paled and took a step back.

"My godfather and I came here to inspect our vaults. Your employees threatened us." Harry calmly said through his teeth. His magic flared and his eyes glowed an ethereal green, causing the Goblin to take another step back.

"You hid, knowingly, within your bank, a horcrux. An object so despicably evil it is considered a crime to possess one in both wizarding and Goblin law, the punishment for that is death by torture, and yet one sat in a vault in your bank for decades and you did nothing." Harry seethed.

"We don't invade the privacy of our clients.." Ragnok stated weakly.

"BULLSHIT!" Harry screamed, pointing at the crystal decorations embedded above the entrance to the vaults.

"I know what those are goblin. Sneakoscopes are built based on the same crystal lattice structure in those. A horcrux would set them off like fucking fireworks." Harry yelled. Ragnok, took another step back, so Harry advanced, invading his personal space again.

"The treaty of 1890, that your father signed, states clearly that the Goblin Nation of Gringotts and wizarding Britain both agreed, that on pain of death by torture, no man or goblin could possess a class 10 dark object, aka a horcrux, unless they were in the process of its disposition." Harry stated.

"I am fully within my rights as a licensed and duly appointed Auror of the Ministry of Magic to execute you and the manager of the Black vaults where you stand. So Goblin, I pose the question to you. How dare you step foot into wizarding Britain after what you did?" He continued, throwing the goblin's words in his face. The glowing in his eyes intensified, as the armed goblins all stepped back when they were hit with the pressure wave emanating from him.

"What... What do you want human?" Ragnok asked, fear openly apparent in the ancient being.

"We will be shown to our vaults, and allowed unfettered access to them." Harry growled.

"Of... Of course. Talnok!" Ragnok yelled. An unarmed goblin behind the main desk ran over.

"Yes, Director?" he asked.

"You will show these two wizards to their vaults. Soldiers, stand down." He ordered.

"Brilliant." Harry said, smiling and standing up straight, the pressure and light show died immediately as Harry gestured for Sirius to follow him. Sirius walked In a daze behind Harry as they boarded the card at made their way down to the Black vaults.

"Harry.. What the fuck?" Sirius asked. Harry grinned at him.

"Just a bit of theater to get my message across." Harry said.

"Bullshit. Grindlewald couldn't make the goblins back down and you didn't even cast a spell!" Sirius said. Harry shrugged, stepping out of the cart and walking casually to the vault door, which Talnok had just opened.

"Perks of being the master of death I guess." Harry said, crossing the threshold into the vault. Sirius and Talnok went to stop him, but he looked back at them curiously.

"Sirius I'm your heir, and my grandmother was a Black. Why wouldn't I be able to enter?" Harry asked. Sirius slapped his forehead and followed him in.

They spent the next hour sorting through hundreds of trinkets that had been collected over the years by the Blacks and Potters, stuffing a few dozen items into a trunk that Harry felt had the potential to be of use. Talnok waited patiently by the cart, he was too terrified to give the usual lectures they gave to wizards about wasting time. As Harry made his way to the back of the Potter vault, he saw something that made him smile brightly.

"What's that, pup?" Sirius asked, returning a framed picture of one of Harry's ancestors to the table he'd found it on.

"I just found a present for Integra." Harry said, grinning and stuffing it in his jacket.

Harry handed Talnok a bag of galleons after they returned to the surface, and before they left Harry stopped, turned his head and shouted over his shoulder.

"I have a detailed audit of the contents of both the Black and Potter vaults. If there is a single knut missing the next time I visit, I will adorn Potter Manor with the heads of Ragnok and his entire board of directors!"

As he walked out of the store, the Goblins inside were conflicted between their hate of the human and their unabashed admiration for his ruthlessness. The one thing Ragnok knew for sure, is that he was in no hurry to make an enemy of Harry Potter.

Later that day, back at Hellsing, Seras sat, moping in the armory, disassembling her harkonnen cannon and carefully cleaning and oiling its components when Pip poked is head in to see who was there.

"Why ze long face, Seras?" Pip asked, startling her.

"What? Long face? Nothing's wrong!" Seras insisted scrambling to look nonchalant.

"I thought vampires were supposed to be masters of subtlety." Pip joked, smiling at her. She crossed her arms over her chest and pouted. She sighed, eventually giving it up.

"Harry's been gone all day. I wanted to go to the bank with him, but he wouldn't take me." She said, sadly.

"And did he give you a reason why?" Pip asked, sitting on the bench next to her.

"He told me it wouldn't be safe." Seras admitted.

"Harry does not strike me as a liar Seras. He's told me about his fellow wizards. They're not the most... accepting people." Pip said. Seras shrugged.

"I'm thinking zat is not what's got you down." Pip inquired, looking at her skeptically. She blushed.

"I miss him, alright?" She said. Pip chuckled and patted her shoulder.

"You won't for long. I'm guessing he's missing you just as much." Pip said as he stood and made his way over to the firing range.

"You know what I think you could use, police girl?" Pip asked, grinning.

"What?" Seras asked. Pip pulled a grenade out of his bag, pulled the trigger and then tossed it downrange, causing Seras' eyes to shoot open in surprise. He dragged her to the ground behind the barrier before it exploded, spraying the barricade with shrapnel.

"A distraction." Pip said grinning at Seras.

"HOLY HELL!" She shouted, having been caught completely off guard. Seras heard a familiar voice from the doorway, "I leave you alone for a few hours and you can't stop yourself from trashing the place." Harry said, leaning against the doorway smiling at them.

"Harry!" Seras yelled, leaping to her feet and tackling him. He smiled fondly at her, kissing her forehead.

"Did you guys find anything useful?" Pip asked.

"Yeah, Sirius is has it all. I think he's going to need a bit, I kind of traumatized him." Harry said.

"How's that?" Seras asked.

"I threatened to the director of Gringotts Bank who is ostensibly the leader of the Goblin Nation in England with violence and death." Harry said. Seras blinked and Pip laughed, and walked past, taking his leave. Harry wrapped his arms around Seras.

"I missed you." He said. She smiled and melted into him.

They made their way up to Integra's office where a pale Sirius sat in front of a trunk with a pale face, staring into the middle distance.

"I think you broke your godfather." Integra said, looking over at him. Harry took him by the shoulder and shook him.

"Stop being a pussy Sirius." Harry said. That got his intention, causing him to squawk indignantly.

"We found a few goodies in the vaults. There were quite a few weapons, and a suit of dragon hide armor, commissioned by my ancestor Andreas Potter. He married a muggleborn whose uncle was a priest, and when they were tanning the leather he was anointing it with holy water and blessing it. It's too small for Sirius and I, but I was thinking it would be useful for you." Harry said, pulling the armor out of the trunk.

"It's beautiful." Integra said, staring in awe at the finely crafted armor. It was pale green in color, with a steel cross riveted to the front of the cuirass.

"Ironically, I found something a little more personal to you, in Sirius' vault." Harry said, taking a book from his coat, and passing it to Integra. It was bound in leather and exquisitely decorated. It was held shut with a golden latch, which she undid and opened the book. She gasped when reading the first page.

"I'm not sure why it's in there, I suspect your ancestor knew one of Sirius' ancestors." Harry said.

"Harry... This is Abraham Hellsing's diary. This is priceless." Integra said. Harry grinned.

"And it belongs in his descendant's hands. Check the page I marked with the ribbon" Harry said. She opened to that page and read;

Dear god, what horrors have I visited upon my line by binding that foul creature? This morning I awoke to him standing outside the manor, screaming "MASTER! MASTER! HEY MASTER! MASTER!" over and over again up at my window. When I Raced down the stairs to give him a piece of my mind I witnessed the depths of the beast's depravity.

Every painting, and every mirror in the manor had been tilted. Every single one. It took MONTHS to set everything back to order. When I burst through the front door, he stood there again, even though I was mere feet in front of him, screaming at the top of his lungs, "HEY MASTER! MASTER! HI! HI MASTER!"

The binding I placed on him was the strongest I could find in our archives, and yet I get the impression he still only selectively follows my orders, or at least finds creative way to defy me without directly disobeying them. What's worse is that he does it specifically to torment me. He has made no effort to free himself.

Of course as soon as company arrives, he is a perfect gentlemen, and goes out of his way to serve me faithfully and impress my guests. Then as soon as they leave, he's back to his nonsense. I have not had a restful night's sleep since his arrival either. I tried drawing a salt line around his chamber to contain him, and while it does burn his flesh if he does attempt to cross it, he immediately discovered that he could simply blow the salt out of his way and he was free to continue destroying my sanity.

He does, however have his uses. He has been instrumental in suppressing the werewolf population in his homeland. We will only visit there sparingly, however. I discovered his movements are unlimited while we remain on Romanian soil. It was nice the first night getting an undisturbed night of sleep. Waking up to find angry villagers gathered around the inn you're resting at screaming for blood because he turned their church into a brothel however was most certainly not worth it.

Abraham Hellsing, 1890

"I don't know why I expected my ancestor's experience to be any different." Integra said.

"I haven't turned a church into a whorehouse in a long time." Alucard said, materializing right behind Integra and giving her the fright of her life.

They explored Van Hellsing's diary a for a while, stopping occasionally for Alucard to perform a dramatic re-enactment. Harry was surprised to see Alucard reminiscing so fondly about his first master. After a while, they dispersed with the exception of Sirius who stayed behind in Integra's office to discuss funding. Sirius knew there was no profit to be made in such an investment, however he believed in their cause, and it directly contributed to the safety of his godson, so he was happy to help.

Seras stretched and yawned, before taking Harry's hand and walking down the hall with him. They traded light banter back and forth until they found themselves outside of Seras' room. She invited him in, however there was little in the way of furniture, except for Seras' coffin.

"Is that even comfortable?" Harry asked.

"More than it looks, except... I'm a bit claustrophobic and it's not very large." Seras said. Harry took out his wand and waved it over the coffin, and Seras watched with a smile on her face as the lid turned transparent and it widened along with the platform underneath it so that it could easily accommodate two people. He took her hand and guided her to the coffin, helping her in, and as she lay down she looked up at him fondly. He lowered his head and kissed her.

"Goodnight, Harry." She said.

"Goodnight, beautiful. I made it large enough for two, you know, just in case you need the space in the future." Harry said, laughing when he saw her blush at the insinuation.

"Goddamnit, go to bed Harry!" she said, the smile on her face warring with the embarrassment. He laughed, kissed her again and bid her goodnight once more before leaving.

He did so enjoy teasing the beautiful vampire, but he would never consider pushing her into anything she wasn't ready for.