Harry Potter, Scion of Harker
Ch 02
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Dawn bloomed red over the sleepy village of Cheddar.
All the bodies were stacked in the square of the village, and put to flame. Three muggles with heavy wands connected to tanks on their backs, walked around the pile, spraying ropes of fire as they judged as needed. What normally would have taken three hours to leave charred remains, left only black ash in under one. They then worked the ash into the soil of the square, and sprinkled seed over everything.
Moody and Shacklebolt stood near the Colonel, Disillusioned, and muffled. Unknowingly, they had just missed Albus, portkeying in as he 'Popped' out. Every fifteen minutes, Moody would send in a report, grumble about the Muggles making a mess of everything, and spin his eye, watching everything at once.
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As the clock struck eight, the two Aurors stepped away from the map, as Saul grumbled about the H.O. sticking their collective noses where they had no business being.
"Okay Old Man." Rufus pulled the visitor chair about to face Albus. "Why would Harry Potter be firing off banishing hexes and cutting charms in Cheddar in the middle of the night?"
"When I arrived, nothing was moving, other than the trucks bringing in the muggles." Albus sipped his tea, having switched over a couple of hours ago. "My best guess… He was defending himself from the undead."
"Are you saying that this boy can kill a vampire with just a cutting charm?" Rufus asked.
"I have no idea." Albus flicked his 'lighter'. It showed that the boy was alive, and only a few miles from 'here'. "I do know that the Covens and Courts take great pains to leave no trail, no sign that they were there. From what I heard in Cheddar and Here, this … Rouge was not so neat. There are rumors that feeding does more than just turn people into vampires."
"If the Bloodsucker is just feeding," Saul did not look up from the map, "Taking only as needed, splitting the night's amount over multiple pets, the pets take on certain traits, from the venom in their veins. Properly fed, and cared for, a pet can live for over a century. When the Vampire returns blood, but does not kill, the pet becomes a familiar. Fast, strong, hard to put down. But they need both venom and blood from their master. They last about half a century… more because the Master kills them. If the Vampire drinks of a non-pet, to death, they die. If there is Vampire blood in their system when they die, they can rise as vampires. If they die, with their own blood in their veins… they rise as ghouls. And not our family friendly beasts either. These things are like inferi with post owl intelligence." here he looked up. "Odds are that's what your lad was cutting out there, and what the Muggles are cleaning up. The Beast killed the Rouge, and most likely took the lad with him." He grinned at Albus. "Arrive at the Front Gate, be polite, and when She says your done, Leave by the Front Gate. Keep your wand tucked away. And whatever you do… Keep your mind to yourself."
"Why?" Bones asked, because she knew Albus wouldn't.
"The Beast. He can eat whole Covens of Vampires. Half the reason they only feed on select volunteers, is because the Ministry offers a paper umbrella of Protection against Him."
"How is this possible?" Albus sat up, sloshing his tea.
"The Strength of the Beast? He is Dracula, Lord Master of the Vampires. At his Prime, he was just short of being a Day-walker. Then he made a mistake. He moved on an English woman, oh… two hundred years ago, and her friends and Family brought him down. With the powers of Alchemy and Necromancy, they bound him to the Hellsing Line, and allowed his powers to truly manifest."
"No, how do they keep us from destroying him?" Albus fought to stand.
"Royal decree. As long as they are Loyal to the Crown, we can not touch them, nor they us." Saul waved his hand over his glass causing it to refill. "They are the big stick the Queen carries, to keep us inline."
"How are they kept inline?" Albus demanded.
"They believe in 'God and Queen' like we believe in magic. Most of us are so afraid of losing our magic, we will do Anything to keep it. They are the same with the Queen's blessing." Saul glared at Albus, "You will not be able to remove them from power without destroying us in the process. In fact I am oathbound to stop you if you try."
Rufus hummed, before broaching a question. "If they have Potter…"
"My advice?" Saul looked at the lion maned wizard, "Let them have him. Let them train him up. Ask that he be allowed to return to Hogwarts in the fall. Bend over backwards and let them have almost everything they ask for. Don't give away the cow or goose, as you will want them to come back, but…" he shrugged.
Albus, nodded, left his tea cup on the board, and left the room.
Bones frowned, before looking at the time. "Rufus, I am pulling rank. Grab that trainie, Tonks, and portkey to this 'Front Gate'. You are going there to open channels of communication only. Check on the Lad…" a horn began to sound. Azkaban.
Rufus checked where the Alarm originated before he dashed out of the office, and grabbed the pink haired cadet, before pulling them both into an Apparition.
Sirius Black had escaped.
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Harry awoke on a really nice bed. The window was open, and he could hear the troops outside running their drills. For a minute he wondered where he was… but then the night before returned…
"Burk."
Harry turned his head to look. Perched on the back of a Queens Anne chair was Hedwig. Sitting up, Harry smiled.
"Hello poppet." the owl preened, "Trouble finding the place?" she snorted. "Didn't think so, but had to ask anyhow." He stood and approached the bird, his fingers seeking itchy places. "No word from Hermione yet? Oh well." his fingertips found a sweet spot, causing the bird croon. "The twins sending that old feathered beast of theirs, with the letter that they were heading to Egypt for the summer, so that Erowl would be left behind." Hedwig clicked her beak. "He must have been a beaut in his Prime… what, twenty years ago?" Hedwig turned her head to glare at him. "Like you have to worry about that." Harry worked her to his shoulder. "You have yet to hit your Prime, let alone fallen beyond it." he stroked her chest feathers. "Besides, when you get to that age, you will be teaching your grandkids how to hunt live mice." he turned to the door, "Now we hunt that even more elusive pray; Bacon!"
"Burk!"
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Harry stumbled down the stairs, and followed his nose to the breakfast table. Sir Integra looked up as he entered the long dining hall.
"Ah, there you are. Sit, order what you like. Cookie is simple in his fare, but he was a Mess Cook for the last twenty years of his career in the Army. He handles breakfast and lunch for the whole compound. Chef just does dinner for the Manor, plus my fancy meetings." She sipped her tea, as her eyes watched the boy, now with a white owl on his shoulder.
"Morning, mum." Harry sat across from her, allowing his arm to rest on the back of the chair next to him. Integra frowned before she noticed the owl walking along his arm to perch on the back of said chair. As Walter stepped forward to take is order, "Eggs, sausage, and toast, please. I take tea, with honey if you got it. And Hedwig requests Bacon."
"Of course, Sir." Walter answered, always the perfect English Butler.
"Hedwig?" Integra asked.
"Burk." the owl, barked.
"Yes, mum." Harry bobbed his head. "I failed to properly introduce you two. My familiar, Hedwig." he stroked a finger along the feathered chest of the bird at his side. "Hedwig, our host; Sir Integra Hellsing. It is thanks to her and her…" here Harry looked to the woman across from him.
"My Agent." the woman linked her fingers, as she leaned forward to rest her chin on her knuckles. "A minor pain in my backside, but there is none better at what he does."
A second pot of tea appeared before the boy, along with a cup, a honey 'pot' and a mini-pitcher of milk. "How fares Seras?" Harry poured the tea, before drizzling a dollop of honey into the steaming brew.
"She is 'sleeping' right now. At sunset, she should awaken." the Woman was in a staring contest with the owl. "Question is, what shall we do with you."
"Train him." Alucard phased through the wall at her back. "I went looking in your Father's personal armory. Found these." a wooden box set beside her. "They are small enough for him to use, and with his speed and focus, he should be able to compensate."
Integra opened the box. Two gleaming, long pistols winked back at her. She picked up the one on her right. "The L.E.I." She worked the slide. "Law Enforcement International. .22 caliber, silenced barrel. Light, almost completely silent, and damn near perfect for pistol sniping." She spun the pistol in her palm. "Had I known of these, I would not have taken to the Walther PPK." She replaced the pistol in the foam, before pulling the foam out completely, to peer into the depths. "Hmm. shoulder harnesses and spare clips." repacking the box, she pushed it towards the boy. "After breakfast, have Walter introduce you to Major Williams. Take this with you. As of tonight, I do not want to see you without them on. Al sees something in you. That is enough for me to put you through Hell." She made a sour face… "We will have to do something about your wardrobe too. Walter, see to it."
"Yes Madam." a plate with four eggs, three bangers and four slices of toast landed before the boy, as a plate of perfectly crisp bacon appeared before the owl.
"Burk."
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Rufus and Tonks landed on the asphalt outside the twisted iron gate of the Hellsing Organization. Immediately, they were surrounded by military men, as Tonks pushed him off her.
"Oi! What was that about!" the cadet demanded.
"We had an Alert from Azkaban. Bones had just ordered me to bring you here, and so I grabbed you and jumped before she could change those orders." He slowly stood, keeping his hands visible, allowing the rookie scramble to her on her own… before she tripped over thin air, and crashed back to the ground. Looking at the one guy not armed with rifle, "Please tell whoever is in charge, we are here to talk, and only talk, about one Harry Potter."
Tonks grabbed his sleeve for balance, "What's Potter got to do with…"
"That Vampire scare last night?" Rufus looked at the pink haired witch, "Potter was dead center. How dead is one of the things we are to determine. Because of their mandate, and the nature of the attack, they have a claim to him, over the Ministry." he shrugged, "All because they were able to stop the attack and clean it up, before we even knew something was off."
"Are you so open about everything?" the man without a rifle asked.
"No." Rufus grinned. "But a private army, raised to hunt and kill Vampires, and their… leftovers, who are you going to tell?"
"Who said anything about Vampires?" the Corporal was beginning to worry.
"They never said what you were hunting?"
"Easy there Corporal." a man with bars on his shoulders spoke from the now open gate. "The Baroness is waiting for them up at the Manor. I will take them up." his grey eyes flickered over the aurors, "This way."
"Just be warned. An old man with a beard to his knees, wearing purple, should be along shortly." Rufus led the shakey legged Tonks into the gate, "Odds he will have either a massive guy in leather and furs, or a witch in Tartan. Do not threaten him, but play to his vanity, and call it in."
"What makes you think he's not already here?"
"We arrived to quickly for him to have passed the gate… Besides he likes to show off and hedge his bets. Against anyone else, he would come alone. But with your numbers and weapons, he will play to his strengths. Razzle-dazzle."
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The massively underfed dog drug it's cold, aching bones from the water. He staggered along the dunes of black sand, before collapsing under a scrub brush. As he lay there, panting from the long, cold swim, in canine form, a wizard flew overhead, a pair of soul-wraiths flanking his broom. Only the fact that he was not human, allowed him to avoid detection.
'Step one; escape the Island Hell… check.' The black dog looked about, 'Step two; acquire a wand… in progress. Step three; find the Pup.' The Sun, had dried him off, and warmed his bones, enough for his belly to grumble about his missed morning gruel. The black dog, that any wizard that saw it would think 'Grim', stood, and trotted off, looking for something to eat.
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In the highlands, a raggedy shepherd sat on a stump, as he watched his flock below. His flock sensed his 'wolf', and while they understood that the wolf 'protected' them, it still made them nervous. So He watched from the hilltop, able to 'pop' to their midst in a blink of an eye. Of course he had warded their little meadow.
He was reading the Prophet, as he sipped tea from a worn, but enchanted mug. He was rather pleased with the mug. He had enchanted it to always be ¾ full, hot, and sweet. The tea ball, bobbing in the brew, was holding a mix he had perfected over the years of his travels.
He turned the page, to the sports section. 'Hmm, the Cannons lost again… by five points?' As he looked closer at the story… the mug broke.
Cleaved right down the center of his rune cluster.
"Damn! I had included 'unbreakable' in that mix! The only way it could have broken is…" His eyes flickered to the flock. "Looks like I'm selling you ladies after all." a wave of his wand vanished the mess, before he took up his crook-staff, and wandered down to gather his sheep, to take them to old man McClaine.
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