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"Lily, are you sure about this?" Hearing the tremor in her husband's voice, Lily Potter née Evans reached out to give his hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Yes," she answered simply, the confidence in her voice betraying none of the numerous doubts plaguing her. James's side eye told her that her act wasn't fooling him but he remained silent, a sign of his trust in her, and an act which made Lily love him all the more.

"Is there a reason-" *huff* "-we had to walk-" *huff* "all the way here? Couldn't we have traveled-" *huff* "-some other way?" And then there was the dogfather. Lily rolled her eyes as she turned to their third wheel and tag along, Sirius Black, who panting looked more like his animagus form than the shaggy-haired, inbred, self-proclaimed ladies man he tried to be.

"We don't know if there are wards or not," Lily huffed. She'd already explained this to the two man-children at least a half dozen times, but Sirius got cranky after he exercised and Lily had to admit – in the safety of her mind – that she may have been a bit excessive when it came to how far from their destination she'd enchanted the portkey to take them. "And remember, this is all for Harry."

It'd been almost a year since Hadrian – Harry as James and Sirius called him, though Lily was adamant for him to have a proper name and not a prank that would haunt him come his teenage years – had been born and the Potters had spent nearly twice that time hiding away in their little cottage in Godric's Hollow. Lily trusted Albus, when he'd told the Potter and Longbottom families that there had been a prophecy and Voldemort was after them the two families had obeyed his order for them to hide.

But now, two years later, the war was only getting worse with no end in sight. Both sides were growing in strength and digging in their heels as they prepared for a war of attrition. Muggle disappearances were becoming more common, entire families disappearing from their homes without any sign of a struggle, leaving no trace behind. Photos of the Dark Mark constantly graced the front page of the Daily Prophet, while the obituaries grew longer by the day.

Remus himself had found time to visit recently, the werewolf seeming especially weighed down by the invisible burdens he was carrying. Neither the Potters or Sirius had seen a lot of the man, he'd been busy traveling to the various werewolf packs both on the island and in Europe attempting to keep them from joining the Dark Lord's cause, though he'd been largely unsuccessful.

Remus had told with haunted eyes how he'd come face to face with Greyback during one of these trips, the commander of Voldemort's werewolf forces and the very monster that'd turned Remus when he was only a child. Remus had feared for his life, but the feral creature – Lily refused to call that thing a man – had simply smiled asking his 'son' how he'd been. The experience had clearly been traumatizing for Remus, especially when Greyback made it clear that he knew what Remus was doing, merely letting him continue his mission because it would drive the werewolves to follow his Master when Remus's promises didn't pan out. The Potters had asked Remus to take a break, stay with them a bit to recover, but the werewolf had refused. Even Dumbeldore had asked him to rest, but Remus refused to stop when every moment away meant a potential werewolf turned to Voldemort's side.

His departure had made the Potter's isolation feel brand new, and Dumbeldore's arrival days later with news that they'd have to strengthen their defenses even further had only worsened the feeling. That was part of the reason for the trip, a last chance to stretch their legs before Lily cast the Fidelius and they went off the grid. Harry was being watched by the Tonkses, and if there was one person Lily trusted to watch her baby boy after herself, Sirius, Albus, and James (in that order), it was Andromeda Tonks née Black.

There was a reason the witch had been left alone in the war despite being a prime target for Voldemort. A pure blood witch leaving her family to marry a muggleborn wizard, much less the younger disgraced sister of his mad right hand? His forces had besieged the family's house once and that had been more than enough to make it clear that the Tonkses were to be left alone. Of the dozen Death Eaters that had attacked the house none had returned alive. When Aurors and members of the Order had arrived, they'd found… well, the sight hadn't been pretty.

Three Death Eaters were crucified while still alive, wooden posts buried in the ground and thrust through their torsos, their arms stretched to their limits by the wooden poles their bones had been transfigured into.

One poor Death Eater had been kneeling in the dirt, futilely trying to force his organs back into his chest with the stumps where his hands had been. Another had clawed out his eyes, torn off his ears, bitten off his tongue, and been working to pull out his teeth one by one. A witch's robe had been found discarded, but of her there was no sign, though a perceptive Auror did note that Andromeda's nude fountain she'd claimed to have bought just that evening was remarkably realistic. Of the other six, when the reinforcements had arrived, they'd found Andromeda burying the last of them in her garden as fertilizer.

A few Aurors and more dark aligned members of the Wizengamont had wanted to bring the witch in but that proposal was swiftly discarded. Not only was Andromeda well within her right to defend herself and her family, the attack on her had moved the normally sedated Blacks to act for the first time in years. Even if she'd been removed from the family, Andromeda still carried Black blood within her, and the Blacks were quick to make it clear that, though she had been forsaken and left to fend for herself, Andromeda would not be used as fuel for anyone's political agendas. A Black dying in battle was one thing, dying in an Azkaban cell for political meandering was another.

Cresting the hill they'd spent the last twenty minutes climbing, Lily shook her head to clear away her thoughts as she stopped to take in the view. In front of the trio stood the remnants of a once great castle, now crumbling and forsaken. Black woods surrounded the building on all sides stretching as far as the eye could see, including up to and over the hill where the wizards stood. A pale moon illuminated the night sky, and a low fog obscured the ground.

"The Castle of Vlad Drăculești." Lily whispered, her voice carrying in the silence. "Former home of the world's most infamous vampire."

"What happened to him again?" James asked.

"No one knows," Sirius answered unusually serious, dark eyes locked onto the building. "Some have looked for him: desiring knowledge, to prove themself, even to serve him, but they returned empty handed if they returned at all. Some think he's dead. Others believe he's imprisoned or recouping his power. All that's known for certain is after his encounter with Abraham Van Helsing, he vanished, never to be seen again."

"But we're not here for the Impaler," Lily said, disrupting the uneasy silence that had fallen upon them, "We're here for his wives, so let's not waste any more time chit-chatting."

"Lucky bastard," Sirius muttered as the three resumed their trek.

"...Aren't vampires supposed to be, you know, sexy?" Sirius asked, looking down into the open coffin. "I mean, I know they haven't exactly been able to get up and get a drink, but I expected more than..."

"Than what, a shriveled up mummy? Why don't we stick you in a coffin for a century and see how good you're looking when we open you back up?" Sirius opened his mouth, but decided better when Lily cocked her eyebrow at him challengingly.

"I'm more surprised we finally found a woman his first instinct isn't to hump." James' exaggerated whisper earned him a snort from his wife and a betrayed shout from his best friend.

"And all it took was a hundred years and a dead body. Looks like we finally found a line the Blacks won't cross."

"Hey, I have standards, thank you very much."

"Fiona Lurnimph."

"She was a redhead."

"And looked like a troll."

"A redheaded troll. Besides, with those muscles, I know you wanted to have her crush your head between her thighs."

"I had my own redhead, thank you very much."

"Will you two stop talking about Fiona Lurnimph and help me set up the ritual?" Lily barked, sending the two marauders scrambling. "James, pour the blood into the troughs I carved in the ground and then divide whatever's left into the bowls. Try to be as even as you can. Sirius, I need moonlight down here shining on each of them, go set up some mirrors."

Once the site was prepared to her exact specifications, Lily took a deep breath standing with the others before the three open coffins. "This is it. Once I start, there's no going back. If either of you have a reason we shouldn't do this, now's the time to speak up."

"I trust you." James shrugged, smiling faintly.

"This will help the pup?" Sirius asked after a moment.

"Yes. If something happens to us, this will at least make sure he has somebody who will always be there for him."

"...Then by all means, let's get him hitched."

"I told you he's not getting- ugh, you're insufferable." Taking one more breath to calm her nerves, Lily raised her wand and began to chant.

Outskirts of London

In the basement of a large Victorian mansion, a suited figure clad in crimson reclined upon a throne. Swirling a glass of dark red liquid, the figure took a sip and just managed to set it down before freezing. "Sir?" The room's only other occupant, an aging butler, queried.

"Walter, do you ever get the feeling you've forgotten something important and it's coming back to bite you in the ass?"

"No sir, I can't say I have."

"I know, it's weird. Normally I'm the one doing the ass biting."

"I'd remind you again, sir, that discussing your sexual history with Hellsing employees is considered workplace harassment and Sir Integra is getting quite tired of having to handle the complaints filed against you."

"Aww, you're no fun anymore Walter. Besides, you know she doesn't read those things. She just rolls them up to do lines of coke off her desk." The figure rose, "Okay, I'm bored now. I think I'll go for a walk."

She existed. That was the only way to describe this state of unlife. Neither living nor dead, just perpetual existence, a clouded conscious afloat in an endless void. Time had no meaning here, each moment dragged into the next; unchanging, until suddenly it did. The silence of the void – which in itself was a noise all its own – was slowly filled with muted whispers. Whispers that gradually rose in volume until it was an overwhelming all-encompassing noise drowning out her thoughts as the voice – like a wrathful demon, commanded that she, "AWAKEN!"

With a screech, Illyana erupted from her coffin, the wails of her sisters filling her ears as they awoke beside her. Red eyes scanned her surroundings, taking in the familiar – if dilapidated – chamber before focusing on the three trespassers within it, staring at her and her sisters with gaping mouths. The rise and fall of their chests, the smell of their bodies pervading the air, the faint sounds of them breathing, all of it aroused the burning need in her throat, a thirst demanding it be quenched.

Mad with hunger and running on instincts more a beast than a woman, Illyana launched herself at the interlopers, the shifting of the air attesting to her sisters doing the same. The mens' fear was palpable. One of them, the one with glasses, pushed himself in front of the red headed woman protectively, while the other fell to the floor, his form shifting and twisting until a large black hound stood in his place. Only the woman with fiery hair stood firm, a confidence that was rewarded when Illyana slammed into solid air just before she reached her.

Falling to the floor on all fours Illyana prowled along her invisible cell, eyes locked onto the humans throats as her own BURNED with need. The cries and whimpers her sisters made told Illyana that they were in a similar predicament, but in her bestial state, Illyana couldn't even bring herself to cast a glance their way, eyes focused on the blood pumping just under the intruders' skin.

The woman spoke, leaning out from behind the man. It took a moment for Illyana's buried mind to recognize and translate the English but, running on instinct, she cared not what the words meant, not until the woman waved a stick and the smell of blood filled the air. Illyana reacted immediately; turning, she leaped at a previously nonexistent bowl filled to the brim with bright crimson blood.

It wasn't fresh, lacking the warmth and memories that a body imbued, but it cooled the fire in her throat even if it was tinged with contaminants. Still she didn't care, drinking more and more as her instincts receded, allowing her mind to regain control of her body. She could feel the blood flowing through her, warming the coldness brought with unlife and healing the marks of time to restore her beauty and youth.

Eventually, as all things must, the blood stopped flowing and the bowl ran dry. Using her tongue, Illyana lapped up the last of the blood until not a drop remained, before she tossed the dish to the side with a tired sigh, the ceramic piece shattering upon impact with the ground. Now in control of her faculties, she turned towards the three intruders, curious to see just what these humans, these wizards, desired.

Seeing the vampires finish their meal Lily stepped forward, burying any fear or doubt she had beneath a veil of confidence. 'This is for Harry.' She repeated mentally, just as she'd done since the three had first awoken from their century long nap. Lily opened her mouth to speak but before she could the central vampire spoke, the one with caramel skin and platinum colored hair. Her English was tinged with an unrecognizable but exotic accent that Lily just knew would drive Sirius wild. "Greetings wizards, welcome to Castle Dracule. I apologize for our initial… behavior, you know how it is when you haven't eaten in a while. I would offer guest rights, but given that you are here, within the deepest depths of our home, I believe we are long past that point."

"Are you here for our husband?" One of the others asked. "His treasure?"

"Or do you have some other purpose here?" The third questioned with a fanged, pearly white smile. Her lips still stained red from her recent meal.

"I did not come for the Count." Lily answered, "No one knows what happened to him after he confronted Van Helsing and the Harkers. Most believe him dead, but then again, they said the same thing about you three." The ravenette vampire giggled but their leader remained unmoved.

"You came here for us," The blonde one realized, cocking her head to the side. "Why?"

"For my son."

"Your son?" The leader probed stoically. Lily thought, for just a moment, she saw a flicker of emotion behind her eyes but the moment passed, it didn't matter in the end. Her purpose remained the same.

"He is in danger. A Dark Lord hunts him fearing a prophecy that labels my son his vanquisher."

"A Dark Lord that fears a boy? Not much of a Dark Lord, is he?" Padfoot stepped forward with a growl, but the ravenette merely smirked at him, her amusement clear.

"He has thrown our country into a civil war for the better part of a decade." Jame spoke. "Settlements burned to the ground. Families slaughtered within their home, not even the children spared and you mock him!"

"You don't?" The ravenette questioned

"We've seen the darkness of humanity." The blonde spoke, eyes flashing. "You act as if this Dark Lord of yours is special. He isn't. We've seen this same song and dance play out again and again through the centuries. It never changes. There will always be warlords seeking a throne."

"Not at the expense of my son!" Lily shouted. At once, three pairs of crimson orbs flashed to her. "You asked why I came. I came seeking to protect him. I found a way, a ritual that will bind you to him."

"You would have us serve him?" The ravenette's cheerful demeanor had been replaced with cold focus that sent a chill up Lily's spine.

"Y-yes."

"No." The blonde spoke. "We refuse." She frowned, "But you had to have known we would. There's more to this, you're planning something."

"You intend to blackmail us." The leader declared. She'd knelt to examine the bloody troughs on the ground before standing up to look at Lily with what the witch almost thought was respect. "You used blood magic to both awaken and hold us here. But even with it assisting you, you don't have enough power to contain us for more than a day."

"It would be long enough."

"For…" The ravenette motioned for Lily to continue.

"For me to cast the Fiendfyre curse. I know how hard it is to kill a vampire, especially ones of your age and lineage. Who knows what familiars and Vassal Beasts you possess."

"But by binding us here while the flames of hell burn away the souls we possess, you believe you can kill us?"

"I think I have a damn good shot. That's all my cards on the table. Either I bind you to protect and serve my son, or I try and finish what the Harkers and Van Helsing couldn't all those years ago. What'll it be?"

For a moment; the challenge hung there. The ravenette and blonde seemed indecisive, not wanting to risk true death but seemingly unwilling to give up their autonomy so soon after awakening. In the end they turned towards their platinum haired leader and spokeswoman, whose eyes had been locked on Lily's own challenging gaze since the redhead had finished speaking. "Fine."

"What?"

"Illyana!"

"Daniella! Camilla! I made a decision." The ravenette huffed and the blonde pursued her lips, but they didn't dare to protest the leader, Illyana's decision. "However, we too have a demand."

"Do you really think you're in a position to make demands?" James scoffed.

"Oh, yes." As stoic as ever, Lily could have sworn Illyana's eyes gleamed. "I believe you are desperate to protect your son, desperate enough to seek us out. You want to bind us to him? Fine. But for daring to try and control us," she extended a finger towards Lily, "you will accompany us on this journey."

"What?"

"No!" Leaping in front of Lily, James shielded her with his body even though the vampires couldn't escape their bindings. "You can't have her."

"Oh, but we can," The blonde, Camilla, smiled, seemingly having caught on to Illyana's plan. "Our husband left us a little bit of his blood before he left for England. Something for us to use should we need it. We still have it."

"Drink it," Daniella, the ravenette called like a siren, "become our sister."

"Or refuse and we'll fight with all our power to escape our bindings. Do you truly believe you can hold us, the wives of Dracula. Do you truly grasp just what our powers are? How many souls we've consumed and vassal beasts we've bound to our service?" Camilla challenged.

"You'll be able to see your son," Illyana's neutral expression broke as she offered the witch a small smile, "watch him grow. Help us protect him."

"Lily," James whispered, but Lily knew he was no longer trying to shield her. Harry was their son, the most important person in their lives. To protect Harry, they would do anything, anything at all. Even sacrifice their humanity.

"If I do this," Lily said, stepping out from behind James, "you three agree to be bound to Hadrian?"

"Hadrian."

"A good, strong name."

"One befitting our Master."

"Yes. Drink and we will be willingly bound."

"Once I bind you, you'll need to return to sleep." Lily ordered. "We'll move you to England, put you in the graveyard near our house. Then when either James or I die or Hadrian comes of age, the contract will activate. You'll awaken, powers bound, and have 24 hours to take Hadrian's blood or be forced back into your coffin until someone awakens you."

"And you will rise with us." Illyana added. "It might slow our awakening. Delay it until you are buried, but you will rise from your grave and join us. Together the four of us will serve Hadrian, as sisters." A shudder ran up Lily's spine, but she pushed her discomfort aside as she stepped forward to fulfill her side of the deal. It was all for Harry.

November 2nd

"No. No, no, no, no, no! HARRY! HARRY!" Lily screamed as she slammed her hands against the invisible barrier futilely. Even with her new vampiric strength, the barrier held strong. It did not matter that she was Harry's mother, the woman who'd bore him and whose druidic protection had saved his life. No, all that mattered was that the wards recognized her as a dark creature. A potential threat to the child the wards had been made to safeguard. She could not pass. She could not enter the grounds. All Lily could do was claw desperately against the solid air in a vain attempt to pierce it. Scream her son's name while bloody tears dripped from her eyes. He was right there, she could hear him crying for her inside the house, but no matter how much she struggled she was unable to reach him.

"Enough." Illyana's voice was soft yet strong, and Lily found herself obeying the platinum haired vampire's command. "It's clear we won't be able to reach him now."

"But we have to!" Lily screamed. "He's right there!"

"Beyond our reach, but we'll have another chance."

"What?" Lily's head snapped towards Illyana, "When? How?"

"The dog of yours, he is still alive, yes?"

"Sirius, yeah. Yeah." Lily smiled in relief, "Sirius knows everything. He'll get Harry, and when we aren't there, he'll come wake us up."

"Then all we have to do is wait," Illyana soothed, "Until then, return to your coffin. Sleep and dream until it's time for you to see him again.

"Okay," Lily whispered, casting one last glance at Petunia's house, Harry's temporary home. She hated leaving him but already she could feel her faux life force starting to fade. Feel the pull of her coffin calling her. "Let's go."

"Don't worry," Daniella added flashing Lily a fanged smile, "it'll only be a few days at most." Lily did take comfort from that, not knowing that it would be nearly 14 years before she would next see her son.

Author's Note:

What is this? The season of monsters? Must be, why else would a devil like me offer you such a treat. Hello everybody welcome to a new Harry Potter story inspired by Hellsing Abridged (though appearances of a crimson fucker are likely going to be slim to none). As you may have noticed there was the tiniest bit of a crossover but don't worry this story will be mostly Harry-and-his-hot-maids-centric. Will Harry have a harem? Yes. Are the maids a part of it? Also yes. Am I a demonic author who enjoys setting my characters up to suffer, by this point you should know the answer to that.

Until next time this is the devil whose sexual preference tend to lean towards the eldritch abomination side of things signing off,

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