Harry Potter, Scion of Harker
Ch' 05
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Shacklebolt finished the report on Black's Cell, including signing his name on the line, just as the Head Auror leaned on the doorframe.
"You missed a good one, Chief." the Blackman smiled at the smaller man.
"Not really." Rufus grinned like the big cat he resembles. "Turns out Albus had no right to Take Potter, let alone place him with That muggle family. Potter landed on his Feet among Muggle Vampire Hunters. You know the One's the 'Courts and Covens' run to us for protection from?"
"Hellsong" the big black bald brother frowned, "or something like that?"
"Not bad." Rufus tossed Sir Integra's calling card onto the Desk before the Black man. "Hellsing. And now, Potter has joined their ranks. Where is Bones?"
"She went home to sleep. She will be back in the morning." Shack stood to stretch. "The Toad is in the cages, she wanted to be the first to question Black. A newspaper found in Black's cell, Links Fudge to the Escape, so if he enters this office to do anything other than resign, he joins the Toad."
"I am going to have to add Albus to that list." Rufus led the way out of the office to the coffee/tea/cocoa station.
Think 'massive steampunk pipe organ and beverage dispenser'. Add cup, turn dial, pull lever, or push button until the cup is full. It also heated the office during the winter, cooled it during the Summer, and was s'elf' cleaning. As each wizard 'brewed' their needed coffee, they were quiet. Once they were done, they mozied to Rufus's Office.
"Which list?"
"If he enters the Office for any reason…" Rufus sipped his hot brew.
"I am to escort him in a few minutes to reclaim a 'lost lamb' from a 'briarpatch'." King made a face, "Harry Potter. He needs my help reclaiming Potter from the Muggle Vampire Hunters."
"Hellsing, by now, has Legal Authority over the Lad. Any Legal Papers, handed to you by either Albus or Corny, are not worth the parchment they are written on." Rufus sneered over his cup. "The Old man tried to use ole Hagrid and McGonagall to lead the boy out. The boy had a screaming fit, threw Hagrid like a quaffle, over thirty feet. It seems that Evans was not born an Evans to begin with. Albus, decried before 'Mot that the boy needed to be raised by kin when he sealed the Will. The Only way the old man is getting the lad back is to unseal the Will and be Named a guardian."
Kingsley noticed something across the bull-pen. "Let's see just how deep the Stupid is running today." the two most senior males of the DMLE waded into the sea of desks. "Minister. Headmaster." his rich rumble had dropped to a grounding grinding grumble.
"Ah, Gents." Albus perked up. "We have some paperwork for you." The minister held out a couple of sheets of parchment rolled into an official scroll.
Both Aurors sipped their drinks.
"Yeah." Rufus smiled at the two men. "Not going to happen. My gut is telling me that those sheets of parchment are Orders to storm a fortified muggle army encampment. Not. Going. To. Happen."
"Oh!" Kingsly smiled at the men not in red robes. "It gets better." He turned his head to yell over his shoulder. "Runcorn! Proudfoot!" he faced the men before him. "Director Bones has some special… orders regarding you two."
"Sir!" Proudfoot reported. Runcorn just grunted.
"Take these two down to the cells. They can await the pleasure of the Director. Put them next to Umbridge." Kingsley knew Runcorn had a 'hate-boner' for Fudge. But also that he was just professional enough to only enjoy dragging the little guy to the cells. Albus was a shaded figure for both of them, shaded enough that all four were hoping he would try something on the way to the cells.
Fudge swallowed and fumbled the scroll. Rufus watched it with a jaded eye. The scroll landed before a rookie. "Open that, and read it aloud."
The Rookie swallowed, as he did as commanded;
By Pen and Order of The Minister.
Those who read this are here by ordered to retrieve one Harry James Potter by any means.
On this Day, and At this Time,
So Signed;
Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister for Magic
Co-signed,
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Chief Warlock.
The Rookie dropped the scroll as he reached for his wand to obey the compulsions in the orders.
Finite
The Rookie rocked on his heels, before collecting the scroll, and placing it in a plastic bag.
Rufus grinned like the lion who ate the owl. "We will be adding attempted subversion of DMLE personal for private gain." as the two former most powerful men in wizarding britain were led to their cells.
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McGonagall gave up the idea of getting the drunk half-giant home. The Muggles knew how to drink, and only by being 'the Squad' vs Hagrid, were they able to topple him. They just piled the drunks up, tossed a tarp over them, and let them sleep it off.
She left a Portkey for Hagrid and Potter to use in the morning. She thanked Integra for the tea, and afternoon, before twisting into the either, and appearing at the Gates of Hogwarts. Only bump into an old student of hers. "Mr Lupin."
"McGonagall." He bobbed his head. One part bow, one part submitting to an Alpha. "The Headmaster offered me the Defense position, but I have been waiting at the Gate here nearly an hour."
She flicked her wand, causing the Gates to swing open. "Let's see the invite." Lupin was quick to hand it over, followed by his printed copy of his Mastery. "Okay. I will have the Elves set you up in the DADA classroom. Our last … holder of that position wiped his entire mind. We should have something resembling notes on what the last five years taught. I hope you can craft a years course in a week and a half."
"If you don't mind a creature heavy course, I can give you the list of Books in two to three days." Lupin strode at her heel. He was one of Life's Beta's.
McGonagall cast an eye over the Wizard at her side. "Tomorrow morning. I will write you a cheque against your pay. We do have some standards in attire. Take the Day. look for two books per year. This generation of Lions are battling Snakes in the Halls. I fear the Prewet Twins passed their 'gifts' on to their nephews. Those two could give Black and Potter a real run for their titles."
"Speaking of Potter…"
"Yes, Little Harry is here…" the witch turned to look at the 'Wolf. "But the Old Bastard screwed this pooch but good."
She then called for an elf, to see the Wizard placed in his office.
121
As the Sun fell over London, Harry eased into a basement bedroom. He carried a slightly larger uniforum than the one he wore.
"Harry? That you?" the whispered voice spoke from the shadows. "You smell different."
"Ah. Yes, I noticed that too." Harry set the pile of clothes on the silk covered bed. "You are now an Apex predator. I am one of the few things that hunt you. You have two options. You can join the rest of your Squad in Death. Or you can join me and the thing that shot you last night, in service to the Queen and God." he pulled a blood bag from a pocket. "Until you attack me, you are the superior creature. The thing that grabbed us last night was what Al calls a mutt. No breeding, all hunger. You, he calls a 'puppy'. Something to train to be useful. I am a half-breed, while he is a pure-blood."
"How are you a half-breed? While i am … what?"
"Full blood/pure blood. You were embraced from the Prime Line. Myself, My Vampyre traits were inherited. Because I was born of Mina Harker's Line, certain traits were passed down over the last century." Harry Smiled, showing his longer than normal canines. "Yours come directly from the Dark Master Himself, Vlad Dracula. He goes by Alucard here, and is bound mostly by choice to the Boss. Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing. I think you will like her."
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A large black dog trotted into the dead silent town square of Cheddar. He sneezed. The air was filled with the stink of rancid blood, fire, carbonized flesh, and freshly turned Earth. He knew that he missed something big. Pup was here when all this hit the fan, but somehow he survived...
He sat and closed his eyes. His Human mind sought for his Core, seeking the strings tied to his soul by magic…
Six threads spun of coloured 'silk' twisted in the void of his soul.
Two were braided together, and tied off with a green knot; Prongs and TigerLily.
One was grey and snapped, dieing slowly as it was cut off, traitor- wormtail
One Bright Blue, the colour of her eyes, fading in the dark… does she live?
One dusty brown, the raggedy ole wolf… next on his list.
One Shocking Green; The Pup! … was to the East!
He shook out his matted fur, and took the M4 at a trot, he had time to make up, in more ways than one.
121
With a look of practiced befuddlement, Albus set about making himself comfortable in his jail cell. Behind his foolish grandfather facade, he was PISSED.
Twice today he had walked in someplace as though he had Power, only to have everything pulled out from under him.
First Potter revealed that he was not an Evans, but Harker. So the last eleven years 'protection' was wasted. All those stupid Muggles did was temper his blade… years before he needed the steel pulled from the fire. Then the Brat shots Fawks before the rutty bird could grab him and flame away. The Brat now had the Firebird, and most likely the beginning of a Familiar Bond. Because he panicked, he left two of strongest backers in the Middle of Enemy Grounds.
When he tried to use his weight in Law Enforcement and Government, his 'dog' turned on him, and before he noticed just how deep he was, someone had lifted his wand… the DeathStick, from his sleeve. Oh he still had a portkey or two, but the cells were shielded heavily against outbound portkeys. Now he was trapped with two other strongest people in the building, and they too were powerless until morning. Bone's orders.
The Toad faced witch was yelling as Fudge was bellowing orders and threats through their bars, and up the stairs, at soundproof doors.
Albus allowed himself a smile as he cast a wandless silence barrier at his bars, and settled in for a nap. At least he now had a reason for avoiding the paperwork piling up on his desk.
121
It was falling dusk when the snowy owl Princess, known as Hedwig ghosted down from the clouds, to the open window of 'Bushy topped female' her Human preferred at the moment.
The Female was sprawled on her belly, her feet waving in the air. Her Master, sprawled on the pillow, on his back.
Hedwig glided to the back of the desk chair. "Ark", to get the Human's attention. {Your Pet is slow tonight.}
Lord Orange, blinked, swished his tail, then yeoned. {Considering what your Pet did to her today, I am pleased she has calmed down.}