Harry Potter, Scion of Harker
Ch 03
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121
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"Mmm. Not bad kid. And you say this is your first time using one of these?" at Harry's nod, the old man behind him smiled. "While you aren't using any supernatural abilities, abilities my gut tells me you have…" he flipped the switch to bring the target to point blank range. "You are about where little miss was at your age." he turned to look at the clock. "Reload, and clean up. It's nearing noon, and she wanted you to join her for lunch." He stomped off, having lost both an arm and a leg to a muntion explosion some thirty years ago.
Harry nodded at the man's broad back, now wearing a set of Hellsing's smallest set of BDUs, more promised to be better fitted on their way, and his shoulder harness. His L.E.I. pistols hanging under each arm when holstered. Ejecting the spent clip, he tucked 'Goyle' back into it's holster, as he began the process of reloading the clip. Once all ten bullets were loaded, he slid it into the base of the pistol, with a click. He then packed up the .22 rounds before him, and put them in the lock box with his name. As he was the only member to use such light ammo, at this time, he set his box at the bottom of the ammo storage area.
The 'boys in brown' referred to Harry as a specialist. As such, his training was different then theirs, so they did not look down their noses at him, as he passed them by. While he had only been among them a few hours, but many saw him as more luck charm than mascot. He had orders to join the House Guard for their morning training, including the pre breakfast 2k run, starting tomorrow. While he was enjoying the inclusion, he was dreading the morning.
All finished, he jogged to the manor. A nod to the guard at the door, he was instructed to the dinning hall where he had breakfast. Sir Integra was sitting at the head of the table, as to her Left sat two in red trench coats. He moved to sit on her right, when he spotted Walter in the shadows. While tea was served, no one was Drinking. Integra was not smoking, as her hands were clenched. No one had noticed his arrival.
"Please." Integra spoke through clenched teeth, "Repeat that."
"I am not saying you have to give him up." the man eased away from the woman in the grey suit. "In fact, from what I saw on my walk here, he will do very well under your … care." He ran his hand through his hair, no, mane, Harry decided. "We are just asking that come September First, he be allowed to return to Hogwarts."
Sensing an opening here, Harry stepped forward. "In Writing." the two in red coats snapped around to face him, as Integra and Walter just looked at him. "I will need, in writing, that I am allowed to return here on Holidays. That this is my Home." He sat near Integra, before making himself a cuppa. "No doubt the Headmaster will say I need to be protected. Others will say I need to be raised properly. Living here, I will have a private army between me and anyone, and I mean ANYONE, trying to get to me." a sip of now cold tea, a bitter face, "As to the Traditions...was not getting them with the Durslys, unless you count being beaten with a belt a tradition."
Turning to look at Integra, "That said, I would like to have the option of going to School, in September. I have friends, and I do learn things that could be useful, both to you and the Organization."
"There is the issue of underage Magic use." the lionish Wizard spoke up, pulling a red sheet of paper from his inner coat pocket. "Thirty separate uses of the knockback jinx, twenty uses of the cutting hex?"
"Did not have any other way of keeping those blood things off me and Seras. Her gun was of little help, until she switched to headshots. So I switched to cutters and took off their heads as well. I think I kept it from her, the heat of battle should cover everything else."
"Ghouls." Integra sighed, as she leaned back, pulling a black pack from her inner pocket. Opening the pack, she drew out a cigarillo. Returning the pack to its pocket, she slid a lighter from another pocket, to light up. "They known as ghouls. When a vampire feeds and the human dies, they are turned to ghouls under the vampire's command. They then are driven by his will and their own hunger to attack and kill others, to reclaim the life they are missing. It is how the animal was able to turn the whole village in one night."
"Just what was causing that ruckus?" the pink hair witch asked. "The Covens and Courts had packed up and left four days agao."
"Courts? Covens?" the glint off Integra's glasses gave clues as to her mood.
"Yes. " The wizard eased back in his chair. "The Ministry of Magic hsas a treaty with a few vampires. They keep their feeding to a select few volunteers, clean up after themselves, and we leave them alone."
"Define… volunteers."
"People petitioning to be turned, rouge hunters, and those who assault the covens and courts." the wizard spoke softly.
"And if one goes rogue?" the hiss drew shapes in the smoke.
"The courts and covens are quite brutal. " Pinky shivered. "The last time we detected rogue feeding, they pinned the poor bastard to a wall, and let the sun come up." her eyes found Harry's. "In knockturn Alley. Thirty years ago." she cocked her head. "Why are you wearing those?"
"Specialist Potter is a member of Hellsing." Integra smirked at the red coats. "He is to be in uniform, and properly equipped when ever he is not undercover, or dressed for the Queen. At the moment, that includes his sidearms, and if we can come to an understanding, his wand."
"What about the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy?" Tonks asked.
"We are an army of Vampire Hunters, tasked to keep the Public from knowing about things that go bump in the night. Who are we going to tell?" Harry asked. He sipped his tea again, frowned at the taste, before setting it on the table. "Maybe we should wait until the Headmaster gets here."
"What makes you think Dumbledor is coming?" Pinky asked.
"He always knows where I am." Harry spit out. "Not how I am doing, mind you, but where I am." He looked around, "Thought he would be here by now."
A phone rang next where Walter was standing. He answered. "Sir, Hellsing. There is an Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, at the front gate with a very Large man and a woman in a tartan dress."
"Hagrid and McGonagall?" Harry asked.
"He brought his heavy hitters." Tonks stood, adjusted her coat. "Nothing short of a .45 will hurt Hagrid, and Minnie is second only to Albus and Flitwick with a wand." She glanced at Harry, "Both have strong ties with Potter, and could be used to drag him back under Albus's thumb."
"Had he gotten me out of the Dursley house, I might have welcomed his thumb." Harry stood, "But after sending me back there twice. He has my loyalty and trust, but only as it pertains to school matters. This is not a school matter. I will meet them at the door." he turned and headed out of the room.
With a shared look, Tonks followed. Walter spoke into the phone.
121
Albus groaned as he took in the size of the compound. Having to obliviate everyone here would take a great deal of energy.
"Right this way Sir." a man in a dark brown uniform with the Hellsing patch waved from a door in the Gate. "We were told to expect you, but not when. I will take you to the Manor, now."
As they waited for Hagrid to squeeze through the doorway, Albus could hear McGonagall muttering about her cub in this sea of sharks. He smiled. One way or another the Potter boy was leaving with him today!
His weakened as five groups of twenty men, four columns of five, jogged past them. The men were armed, following a track around the compound.
"What da doin'" Hagrid pointed at the joggers.
"A rifle can get very heavy if you carry it too long. In a combat situation, that could mean lives. This just builds muscle, making carrying that rifle easier. Better they drop it here, then in the field."
It was at this point, Albus realised that Force was not an option. As it was his least favored one, he threw it away quite easily. At the Manor, built in stone rather than Wood like the Manors of the Pureblood elite, they were greeted by a youth dressed in the same uniform as the soldiers.
McGonagall gasped. "Mister Potter!"
Albus looked between his Deputy and the young lad, before seeing the person he was here to retrieve. "Ah. Good. Now we can go." he turned, expecting the boy to follow.
"Oh." Potter said from the doorway. "We thought you wanted to talk. But if you were here just to check up on me…"
"Talk?" McGonagall narrowed her eyes, "We were told you were being kept against your will. That this was a rescue!"
"Ma'am." Potter pulled himself up straight, "The only ones I have needed rescuing from were the Dursleys. And No One came. No One prevented me from being sent back there. The Twins broke me out last Summer, just before I died of thirst. This Summer, I get pulled along to Cheddar, because Veron has a business opportunity and they didn't want to leave me Locked in the House for a week. No, instead, I get my throat ripped out by a vicious Vicar Vampire, and you want to remove me from those who took me in afterwards! You are losing points here."
"Ripped your throat out?" the scotish witch was at the boy's side inspecting him.
"Yeah. Got better real quick too." Harry stretched his head to the side, so the older witch could see where he was bit. "Al said it has to do with the 'tears' in my blood. That and that the Harker blood traits have kicked in." then Harry remembered something. "Ah, Albus. You said I was safe with Aunt Petunia. That as long as I was in the home of the Blood of my Mother, I would be safe." Harry stepped over the threshold, into the sunlight. "Is that Correct?"
"Yes my boy, that is correct." Albus was sensing a rise in ambient energy.
"Then why, by Merlyn's sweaty sack, was I even placed with dear old Aunt Petunia!" Potter Roared… just before Hagrid was thrown into the side of an APC parked thirty feet away, flipping it over.
"What are you saying, Mr. Potter?" McGonagall asked quietly.
"Mom was not born an Evens." the lad seethed. "Her bloodline was Harker!"
Albus paled as Minerva turned on him. "I told you! I warned you! And what did you do?"
Hagrid grunted as he sat up, atop the overturned APC. "What hit me?"
One of the men inspecting the overturned vehicle, pointed towards Harry, "The boy yelled something, and you were sent straight into the side of ole Bessy here." he stepped back as Hagrid rolled off, dropping to his feet like it was a two foot jump. "How are we going to right her now?" Hagrid gripped the strut over his head and pulled. As the mammoth man walked backwards, the APC groaned, before she gave in, and rolled over, landing on her wheels. The man looked from the big guy to the rig, before nodding, "Yepp, that will do it." and walked off.
Hagrid walked up just McGonnagall finished verbally anally assaulting Albus. (say that three times fast without at least cracking a grin) "Wha'ta Ah miss?" his grunted.
Harry blinked twice, "I think it was an old Scotish Dialogue lesson. She basically threatened to do some muggle transmutation to the Headmaster."
"Ah." The giant-blooded groundskeeper backed away slowly, before edging behind Harry. "Don't mind me...but something tells me it is safer hiding behind you than the thing you threw me into."
"What's all this I hear?" Rufus stepped out of the door.
"So far, I have child endangerment, attempted kidnaping, and illegal blood magic." Tonks stepped out behind her mentor for the day. "One thing about having parents like mine, you know the Law, before you go to 'Brighton Boot Camp.' It was why I only had to attend for six months before joining the apprentice program. With Moody riding me most of the time, I even know most of the grey areas." she frowned at the older witch, "Not including what Professor Pussy was offering to do to the Chief." she smiled at Harry, "If the boy is correct… it was a language lesson in the form of an anger filled rant. Otherwise it was a prophecy about what the Public will do to the old fool. That is after the Law gets done." She frowned before grinning like a wolf, "Most of the Laws he has stepped on if not broke, he wrote himself!"
Feeling the tide turn against him so completely, Albus panicked. "Fawks!"
The Firebird flashed in and…
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Fell dead at Harry's feet.
The boy then knelt, as the feathered mythical beast bloomed into flame. As the fire died, Harry scooped up the chick in his left hand… his right hand holding a silver wand. "Sorry little guy. Albus is not leaving that easily." the silver wand was pointed right at the old Wizard. Harry stood as the chick cried, and Harry felt something 'click' behind his eyes.
Albus beginning to really panic, turned on his heel and was gone with a crack!
Walter appeared at Harry's side. "Madam would like to invite everyone to lunch. The small dining room has been made available." with a wary eye on Hagrid, "If does not mind, we are bringing a create for him to sit on… the wood chairs are a bit...limiting."
"Mr Hagrid would not feel insulted by his chair being replaced." Harry assured the man, "And only because I don't want to force him away from Professor McGonagall, I reserve the option him joining the men in the barracks." A smile at the large man, "That and him drinking half the men under the table."
The Major, who had walked both groups to the manor, snorted. "I would like to see him try."
Everyone stilled, before three pairs of eyes turned to the Tartaned witch. "Are you challenging us? Or accepting the Challenge?" her brogue thick.
Walter looked at the Major. "Have the men from Cheddar returned yet?"
"Twenty minutes ago. They should just be about finished showering, and ready for food and drink. Having to 'burn and churn' a whole village, They will be needing heavy drink before they crash."
"Defending Hellsing's Honour against an outsider, as opposed to wallowing in their cups…" Walter nodded. "Take the big guy. Open the kegs as needed." the butler adjusted his vest and monocle. "Make sure they do Hellsing Proud."
The major punched Hagrid's shoulder, a toss of his head, as he walked away.
McGonagall smiled up at the big guy. "Defend the Honour of Hogwarts. Just keep the damage down during the brawl."
Hagrid trotted off after the Major.
"Brawl?" Tonks asked.
"Brawl." answered McGonagall, Walter, and Scrimgeour in chorus.
Scrimgeour shook his maned head. "At least once a month we are called to the Hog's Head to break up a fight. Two out of three times, it will be about half the pub verses Hagrid… and losing. Here is a tip, don't cast spells like stunners at him. Get him off his feet, or into water and freeze it. He can break most binding spells we can cast, and he just shrugs off our stunners."
121
In a small dining room, Sir Integra Hellsing hosted Lunch. Chief, having learned that Ministry Personal were attending, just had to cook, rather than let the Boss eat the slop from Cookie's kitchen. A thick cheese soup, served with a dry hard bread, salad, and chilled fruit and cream.
Integra sat at the head, flanked by Rufus on the left, and Minerva on the right. Tonks sat beside Rufus, but across from Potter. As the Adults talked about Harry's future, the boy chatted with the young woman across from him.
"Why you so at ease letting them decide what to do with you?" Tonks asked softly.
"Integra sees my Value as an Operative for Hellsing. She also believes she is fighting for my rights as a subject of the Queen. McGee sees me as one of her cubs, and wants me to return to the 'Den' come September. Scrimgeour is arguing from the Legal side, and betting on my good will bolster the public's support of the DMLE and the Ministry." Harry sipped his water. "All three believe they know my needs best, but also know that the other two have something I need or want." He grinned at the witch across from him, "In a few minutes, I will put my foot down, and we will fall into an agreement."
McGonagall stood, to reinforce her point of view, when Harry whistled. "Okay. All points covered. Now we speak of ships and sealing wax. Because he is the odd man out, Head Auror Scrimgeour's point will be addressed first." Harry found his courage, "Did I use my wand outside of school? Yes. I claim i needed to to survive. I will need to again, if I continue to be of service to Hellsing. I propose that I be given a limited, yearly pass on this issue. The DMLE can send a tutor to see to my training, and claim credit for training me. The DMLE, not Hogwarts, not Dumbledore. Each summer, I will have to test to a certain level of control and proficiney to achieve my yearly pass."
Harry stood, and stepped behind McGonagall. "I will be returning to Hogwarts in the Fall. I will join my classmates in learning the arts and skills, taught and mastered in those hallowed halls." he dropped his hands on her shoulders, "One thing before you leave, today Professor. I need to drop Divination, for Runes."
He stepped to Integra's side. "Integra is my Keeper. Her Agent brought me out of that mess, last night. She has given me a place to live, a life to live. I have Value to her, and not just as the 'Boy-who-lived'."
"She has no legal hold on you." the older witch glared at the muggle woman.
"Who does?" Harry returned. "Some asshole who thought he knew best, put me under a roof where I was beaten for ten plus years. He abandoned me there until he had need of me! I have had to face Death twice in the last two years, My first year, I faced Him, my two best friends just rooms away, and no Teacher could or would help. My second year, I was forced to kill a beast, not seen for fifty years, the likes of not seen for two hundred years. The only help I had when I entered the Chamber, was a brain-dead professor and my best mate, and they were held-up behind a rock-fall, twenty meters away. My only help that night was, when in a fit of temper, I declared loyalty to the Headmaster, and this little guy," Harry shifted the now fuzzy chick in his hands. "Came sweeping out of nowhere, dropping me the Hat, where I got the Sword of Gryffindor, to kill Slytheryn's pet Basilisk." the magicals gasped. "I have been clothed, issued items to improve my defense, and given instruction in their use. It is more than Hogwarts has done. It is more than the Ministry has done, and it is way more than the Dursleys have done."
Harry returned to his seat. "I choose Hellsing." He nodded at the muggle woman sitting at the head of the table. "I would like to return to Hogwarts in the fall, I do have friends there, and it is the better place for me to learn my Wizardry. I would also enjoy learning from a tutor, and being able to offer my magical services to Hellsing during the Holidays."
"My lawyers will have the paperwork filled and filed by tomorrow." Integra smiled. "Until you have a legal source to override my Authority, and that will take the actual Will of the Potters, or a Direct Order from the Queen, Mister Potter is mine." she sipped her tea, "Now, as he is, Mr. Potter is a raw resource. To best use him; I need him refined, trained, etc. To this end, Hogwarts is prefered, but I could always send him to France… or the Colonies." She turned her head to Rufus. "How will the DMLE be able to help, and what are they offering. What are they asking."
"Tutoring, and free wand use are possible, but the tutor will need to be present at all times. If only to undo any damage Mr. Potter causes." Rufus wipes his mouth with his napkin. "Our price would be a photo op or two." he looked the muggle in the eye, "Each year." His eyes flicked to the pink haired rookie at his side… "If you could put Tonks up, I could write this week off as part of her training, while my Superior and I look up a mentor for the rest of the Summer."
"What are you asking for from Hogwarts?" McGonagall asked.
"I will wear my Hellsing uniform, at all times." Harry spoke up, "But I will leave my firearms with Integra. Don't want to be tempted to start shooting people in the Great Hall. Over Robes and Tie will be linked to my House, but under them, I will wear my Basic Dress uniform. I am not just Potter. I am the Last of Harker too. Harker is closely linked to Hellsing."
McGonagall went thin lipped, but nodded. "Do able. Anything else?"
"Hogsmead." Tonks spoke up. "Sir Integra is or will be Harry's Guardian, and unless she declines to option, He can join his classmates in Hogsmead."
"Done." the Scot stated.
"What does Hogwarts want from us?" Harry asked.
"In Class and out, you are just another student." the witch looked the boy.
"Understood." Harry grinned at her, "But no longer will I bow before those who attack me and mine. Be they student or staff."