Harry Potter, Scion of Harker
08
ISDH
HPSH
Harry groaned as he awoke.
It was an hour before dawn, but he had to be up for his morning run. Careful not to disturb the sleeping dog on the foot of the bed, he dressed in a clean BDU, knowing that Dobby would take great joy in washing, drying, and pressing the uniform, before returning it to Harry's wardrobe.
With his boots tied, he slipped his wand into the cuff of his wrist holster, and slung the shoulder rig holding his LEI .22s into place. His first stop was the Quartermaster's office to get his pack and ankle weights. The pack in fact looked like it was fused with a saddle, including stirrups. He then reported to the line where battalions alpha and bravo were lining up. Battalion Gamma was turning in, having just returned an hour ago. Battalion Delta was not due 'up' until noon, as they had a Hunt for that night.
The Drill Sergeant was sipping his morning coffee as the men fell in, and strapped on their weights. As the bell in the clock tower sounded 0600, Harry knelt for the Sergeant to swing a leg over the saddle/pack, before standing, and helping the man adjust his stirrups.
"Hey Sarge! No crop?" one man yelled as the men formed their lines.
"Hell no!" the burly man yelled back. "He is carrying me at the pace I set, without complaint. If I had a crop, I would use it, and then not only would he throw me, but then beat me with the crop!"
The men laughed, before a corporal barked out the orders to bring the men into motion. The first twenty metres were at a walk to allow the men to adjust to the weights added to their load. A barked order, and as one, the men broke into a jog. At the first half-kilometre marker, the Corporal barked another order, and the first twenty men stepped out, allowing everybody to pass them, before they stepped back in, at the rear of the Platoon. They did this at every half-klick marker. It was the only rest the men got for the two hours they ran their six klicks.
As a thundering herd, they tromped, in-step, up to the line, and at the Corporal's command, came to a dead stop. A count of three, and the Sargent bellowed for them to 'Fall in.' as one, they turned to face to their left, the rifles snapped up to their right shoulder… before being put to the ground, and falling into a parade stance.
Sarge nudged with a toe, and his mount began pacing from centre, to the front of the squad, to the rear, and back to centre. As the 'Boy' paced, the hefty man on his shoulders bellowed. It was mostly reteteric about God, The Queen and Country, and the almighty Church. By the time they had returned to the centre point. The Sarge was out of things to yell. "Damn! You Apes Stink! Hit the Showers and Break your Fasts. See your Corporals for today's assignments." A deep breath, "Dis-Missed!"
The assembled men broke ranks as they slung their rifles and trotted off to the barracks to shower before heading over to the 'slop hut' for their morning feeding.
"Where to sir?" Harry asked.
"Here will do." the man grunted, "Dismount." Harry knelt, as the man unslung himself from the Lad's shoulders. Once back on his own two feet, the Man took a few steps to recenter himself. "That will do, lad. Hit the Showers, and see to the Boss. I think the pack-saddle was a good idea. Same time tomorrow. Dismissed."
Harry nodded and jogged at a human speed to his rooms. Once inside he stripped down, showered, and dressed in a fresh set of BDUs and called for Dobby as he slung the 'twins' into place.
"Master Harry Potter called Dobby?" the squeaky voice woke the sleeping dog.
"Yes Dobby. Wash the clothes, oil and polish the leather. And clean up the room. Hey Mutt, freshen up, and join me. I am going for breakfast. We eat as Humans. Dobby, get him a BDU in his size."
Padfoot woofed, as he slid off the bed and stretched. Three paces towards the door of the ensuite he shimmered to human form, tearing his bathrobe from his shoulders. "Merlyn! Hot water!" the door slammed shut, "By all that is Holy, let me be Human!"
"Dobby, He will need a shaving kit."
He calmly walked down to the dining room. "Morning Integra." He pulled up his chair to her right, as Walter approached from the shadows. "Morning Walter, Hedwig. Walter this morning I am hoping for a scramble, double portions, toast, and coffee. Miss Hedwig will be wanting her Bacon."
"Very good sir." the spectacled shadow returned to the gloom.
"Any plans today?" the Silver haired mistress asked.
"If you have no objection, I thought I would visit Diagon Alley today. Tonks could take me, but I thought you would like to see how the Other side lives. Besides, I think Black needs to speak to someone in the DMLE, and that would best be handled by the adult Tonkses. Pinky and I could escort you to the Bank, show off my Vault, buy a few items around the Alley… I think I saw a tobacco shop…" He grinned at the young woman.
The Countess was listening with half an ear as the boy talked about going to some Alley, until he dropped that they had a Tobacco shop. "Yeah, I think something can be arranged. I will need to speak to Madam and Mister Tonks about Black's case, but then I will be ready to take you to London for Lunch. In the Meantime, work on your targeting. Pistol, Wand, and ask Gunnu to add the AK .47. "
Walter set a plate of food before the brat, and he dug in. The boy could pack away more than any two of her grunts. Three Adults arrived. A 'Witch' in multi layered Green robes, denoting different levels of Mastery in the Healing Arts. A balding 'Wizard' in maroon robes of the Legal profession, and … a straggling male in poorly fitted BDUs, shaven, but in need of proper barbering. Integra could see that this man's youth was one spent chasing females, and more often than not, catching them.
"Tonks, Tonks." a nod to them both, "What says the House?"
Ted Tonks sat to her left, after sitting his wife to his, "Countess. I received a notice that there is a Court Called today. Most go from Noon to Five, after a lunch of one hour. Meaning most show up at half Eleven, to gossip, smoose, and backroom batter until just before One. They argue the cases before the Court, trying to sway those not bought, barreled, or blackmailed."
"Barreled?" Harry asked.
"Referencing the term, 'over a barrel'." Ted looked at the boy. "Do I have to explain that one?"
"Other than how you 'barrel' someone without bribing or blackmailing them…" Harry frowned, "No, I get the image."
Black, who had picked the seat to Harry's right, snorted. "That is covered in Politics 301. 'Advanced Buggery'."
Integra raised a perfectly shaped silver eyebrow. "It seems I will need a refresher course as well."
"As I was saying," Ted reclaimed the conversation, "Should I be walking my Grimm today, while in the Ministry, I might be able to speak to Director Bones, with little to no threat to Lord Black." Here he glared at the man beside Harry, "Now that Lord Black has Claimed his Ring."
"On an empty stomach?" the Dog-wizard whined.
"You were asked to do it last night, but you wanted to sleep first, and with the Pup." Healer Tonks folded her napkin in her lap, as she turned her head. "Elf! Three eggs, soft. Bangers, crispy, Scones, heavy cream and marmalade. Tea, Oolong, hot, Honey, jasmine, goats milk, clover."
"Master?" the voice near Harry's knee was pleading, as in that he wanted to show off for his Master, but the order was not how Master did things.
"See to it." Harry grunted, as he peered over his glasses at the Witch. "I normally order through Walter here." The Valet stepped from the shadows. "He is the best a human can be…" the young Damphyre shrugged. "While you are here, I will expand Dobby's responsibilities to include you and Ted."
"I Say," the balding wizard smiled, "What you are packing away looks tasty." he frowned, "but maybe a third of that portion?"
"Coffee?" Walter intoned.
"Black, and three sugars, please." Ted grinned at the English Butler. A Cup was placed before then man, before Walter vanished.
"Siri?" The Witch used a Henpecking tone. "Your Ring."
"Alright." Black threw his napkin on the table where his plate should have been, as he stood, and raised his Right Hand in a fist. "By the Powers vested in me by Law, Blood, and Magic, I, Sirius Orion Black III, Claim Lordship and Head of House Black! May Magic Find Me Pure, Blood Find Me True, And Law Find Me Justifide. By My Will, So Mote It Be!"
The Clear sky outside thundered as Lightning struck the Manor House. The Boom shook Everyone's bones. When they could see again, a Ring with a jet sphere had wrapped itself about the third finger of Sirius's Right Hand.
In a Whisper, barely heard about the table, "I name as My Heir, Harold James Potter. While he is not required to take up the Name, he will Sire a separate Line… from Potter" Sirius fell to one knee, "By My Will, So Mote It Be!" he collapsed, only for Harry to catch him, and help him into his seat. "Sorry Pup." the wizard laid his head down on the table.
Walter returned with Ted's plate, and frowned at the slumped wizard.
"Another helping of what you brought me, please Walter." Harry smiled at the Man, "He just worked a heavy Magic."
The spectacled man nodded and vanished, as Ted dug into his scramble.
Andi frowned, as she looked between her empty spot and Ted's.
"The Scones." Harry smiled
"What Scones?" Nymphadora had arrived.
HPSoH
Ashraq had to reach quickly to catch his Morning tankard of Grog. Inspecting the pile he had it resting on, he quickly found the reason it tipped.
The Black Lordship Ring-box was gone. Only way for that to happen would be for the rightful Lord to have Claimed his ring. He turned to peer at the tapestry hanging by the door, before his sneer grew into a wicked grin, before `becoming an evil smile.
He grabbed a raven feather quill, and with golden ink, wrote out a set of letters he had been looking forward to, these last twelve years.
Ashraq
Black Master Accountant
Gringotts's Bank, London
Privileged Patron
I write to you in Felicitations of the Joyful News that our Lord Black Has Taken up his Ring, and the Rights, and Responsibilities therein. Join Me in Welcoming Him into our Hearts, Homes, and Profitable Ventures.
Until such Time as He issues the Commands, in Blood, Magic, and Person, All Outgoing Account Activity will Discontinue. Please Announce our Gleeful tidings to our Business Partners.
Jubilantly
Ashraq
PS: All Debts, Depositories, Fees, and Fines will be collected… by Force if So Judged.
Copies went out to; Malfoy, L, Malfoy ,D, Malfoy nee Black, N, Lastange, B, Greengrass, C, and to Fudge, C.
Of course he 'bcc'd the Head of Ancestral Accounts, Head of Ministerial Matters, and Head of Dastardly Deals.
HPSoH
A Silver Rolls Royce Phantom ghosted along the streets of London. As it pulled to a stop outside a dirty tavern, the back door opened and three women, a youth, and a man stepped out. The women, one in a green overcoat, one in a red trench, and one in a grey pants suit with a dark overcoat over her shoulders. From the front a man in British Servant Wear exited with a black shaggy shepherd hound. Once everyone was clear, the pink haired female flicked a stick, causing the car to shrink, and fly to her hand, only for the youth to snag it from the air.
"It belongs to Hellsing. I will carry it." He put the 'model car' in his breast pocket. "I still need you to restore it unless we are needing to get out in a hurry, and you are either in battle or down."
The young woman snorts. Before opening the door to the Tavern.
The Dog bolted for the inside, causing the Adult Wizard to hurry after him, "Bad Dog!" the Witch in green just shook her head "I swear, the child is the most grown up of them all!"
The two Hellsing adults just exchanged glances and followed the youth inside.
The interior was a smokey pub… without the smoke. It was dark, dingy, yet sparkly and very clean.
"How…" Walter began.
"Magic." Harry smiled, as Ted wrestled the dog out the backdoor. "This way." they stepped into the backyard just as the far was folding back into itself. The crowded Alley on the other side was lively but not packed. Andi snapped her wand and conjured a collar and leash for the dog, and drug him to heel. They seperated at the foot of a three story alabaster building. The two adult Tonks, walked the Dog up the left hand branch of the Alley, as the Two muggles, and two youths entered the Bank.
Inside the Muggles raised an eyebrow each, but that was the limit of their show of surprise. They Cued up, and were quickly before the snaggle toothed teller.
"Good Day." Harry offered up his key, "I need to see my Vault. Harry Potter."
The Teller peered over his octi-cut lenses, "Yes. I think you need to see Barchoke first." The Key was handed back. "Wait by the Black Door." He looked over Harry's head, "Next."
HPSoH
Harry, Walter, and Integra followed the Goblin along the halls, to a door with the plaque; Account Manager Barchoke. Scratching on the door with his talon, the smaller humanoid opened the door.
"About time you got here boy." the silk wearing being sneered.
"Sir."
"You have been ignoring your mail." The Goblin was wearing a matching seven piece suit, with a shaved head.
"Sorry Sir." Potter bobbed his head, "I only get mail from Hogwarts or what my owl carries. If I did not know better I would think someone was messing with my mail."
The Goblin glared at the boy before moving a clear orb of stone to the edge of the desk. "Grip that please."
Harry went to place his right hand on the orb, when Walter cleared his throat. The lad turned to look at the Human. Walter waved his left hand. Harry thought for a minute, before nodding and placed his left palm on the orb. As the glass filled with smoke, first white, then red… then lines of green, purple and yellow swirled through the red and white layered smoke.
The Goblin double tapped a carved and filled rune on his desk. "That is not good." the Goblin lost his sneer. A tromping of hard leather on stone proceeded the door swinging open and four armed guards entered the office.
Harry looked around him, and smiled. "I thank you for the compliment, Account Manager, but if I was a threat to you or the Bank, I would not be here with Her. I would have brought her Pet instead. My Dam was of a poisoned bloodline known as Harker. Last June, I was bitten by a Basilisk and healed by a Phoenix. These three factors awakened something in my Blood. Last week, My throat was ripped out by something allergic to the Light of the Sun. Less than five minutes later I stood up and spit on it's ash pile."
"I see." Barchoke tapped the rune again.
A different sound came from the Hallway, as a bald and scared Goblin hobbled in, his left leg replaced with a vaned style mace, using an axe as a cane. "Now Boy, what would cause you to call in two…" The old goblin veteran all but swallowed his tongue as he saw what was in the room. "Hellsing. What brings you here?"
Integra sighs as she hears the voice. "I knew something was off about you Old Man. I just thought you were too crippled to come to the Roundtable." She smirked at the scared Goblin. "Too bed-ridden."
One of the Guards snorted… and the old goblin, not even looking, punched him in the face. The guard grunted from the force of the impact, spit out a glob of blood, but never flinched.
"Who are you boy-o?" the Goblin limped closer to Harry.
"Potter, Sir." Harry drew himself to his full height. "Harry Potter, scion of Harker, Sir."
"Harker…" the scared goblin turned to look at the Woman, in a silver silk pants-suit. "This Boy have anything to do with that … Thing You keep in the Basement?"
"The Boy is descended from one of his ex-wifes." the woman pulled out her cigar case, and stuck one in her teeth. "I would have been raised as the Boy's Auntie if her Family had not been left in the open. His Mother was sent away with a family my father trusted with his Life. It seems that the Harker Bloodline is cursed."
"Not by the Orb." Barchoke had been keeping an eye on it. "But that is probably the only thing not wrong with the boy."
"You used the Orb instead of the Quill?" The scared Goblin thumped to the side of the desk to peer into the Orb.
"Was Checking for Mail Redirection Magic." the shaved headed goblin hissed, "But then he speaks of Basilisk Venom and Phoenix Tears…"
"And you did not call for the Director?" the Head of Security sneered.
"Against a Daywalker?"
That caught the Chief flat-footed. "You Jest."
Harry, using the Vamp speed, stepped to just behind the Chief, "I am still trying to master this skill." He clapped the old goblin gently on the shoulder. "Just be happy that I trust the Bank second only to Hellsing." He returned to Integra's side, over half the room away. "That includes Hogwarts and the Ministry."
"And that is why I can never take Al anywhere." Integra sighed, before looking at Barchoke. "Permission to sit? I won't be lighting up, but the boy will be a boy."
The Account Manager waved a hand at the chairs across the room from the desk. "Both of you sit. I am calling the Branch Manager… no sudden movements." He tapped a different rune, and began tidying up his desk.
Forty seconds Later… a Goblin larger than the others… dressed in an 'ox blood' red silk suit with gold pinstripes, entered the office. "Where's the fire?"
"I wish." Integra sighed, "Then I could smoke."
The Goblins looked at her, before turning to talk among themselves.
"A Daywalker?" The Goblin in red turned toward the boy.
"Yes sir." Harry smiled, letting his teeth drop. "Among other things."
"Do tell."
"Boy who lived, Paraseltongue, bitten by a big ass snake, healed by a flaming bird, and it seems that I might have a cursed bloodline."
"And this Basilisk… where is it?"
"Under Hogwarts… the Chamber of Secrets… why?" Harry glared at the Goblin, catching his eye, wanting to know the Truth.
"Oh… just trying to steal the carcass…" The goblin frowned, "Damn, Did not want to say that." He smiled at the boy, "Please understand the meat of that snake, when it finishes ageing… the taste, the texture, the…" The goblin moaned, desire denied.
Harry started laughing. "You say you want the beast. Okay, but why do you have to steal it?"
"Well you killed it, and as Law in reference to a Beast of that…" He Made a hand gesture, unable to find a word that would do, "You own the carcass, and unless someone claims ownership, but that is a whole nother nest of dragon eggs."
"So…" Harry leaned forward, "If I were to sell the carcass…"
The Goblins stilled, "We will beat any bid by an additional … three percent!" Barchoke barked out.
"Sorry Barchoke." Harry stood, and tucked his thumbs into the waistband of his BDU trousers. "As my Account Manager, you are not buying." Harry grinned like he had seen Alacurd doing that night in the church, even drawing the shadows to eclipse his face, allowing his pointed teeth to shine. "You are SELLING!"
TBC