A vampire legacy, a Harry Potter/Hellsing Crossover.
Prologue.
Author's notes: Oh God, I can't believe how rusty I am. It's been years since I last wrote a fan fiction except for challenges as you can see on my profile. I've been considering to start writing back since a friend of mine told me, not long ago, that it would quieten down my imagination who goes overboard and stop been moody when people don't give me constructive reviews on my ideas and/or won't take them. So please bear with me and be patient. I also have to say that the timelines will probably out of whack and not follow canon really well. It's hard to put an actual age on some characters. I'm not sure I will follow much of Hellsing canon, but the world of Harry Potter will play a great part in this story.
Edited Author's Notes: Well, I've added and removed a few things here and here and corrected the tenses I used. I also tweaked a bit the descriptions to make it more able to flow with the rest of the text. That's all I can think off. Prologue edited!
It all started after a long calm period. The Hellsing Organization, which was a secret branch of the government with the mandate to eliminate any supernatural threats to Great Britain and Northern Ireland. Headed by the Head of the prestigious family of the same name, a woman named Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, member of the Royal Protestant Knights. Said young lady had inherited the Headship of the family and of the Organization after the passing of her father, Sir Arthur Hellsing. The Hellsing family had also the control with the help of obscure arcane arts of what would be the ultimate vampire, now known as Alucard, who spearheaded the forces of soldiers trained to deal with rogues vampires, ghouls and feral werewolves. The Nosferatu was chomping at the bits for some action for a while, since the downfall of the upstart dark wizard known as Voldemort, all the supernatural beasties were doing their best to not be noticed. Because, God help you if you got on the radar of the Hellsing Organization, you could only pray for a swift and painless death. Nobody sane in the know would wish to mess with them.
The call came suddenly without prior warning. A vampire had decided to nest in a street in a city in one of the neighborhood suburbs of London, more precisely in the county of Surrey, in the town of Little Winging, on a street named Privet Drive. When the call came, Integra decided to send her best to let them used some energy and also to see if their training so far was adequate for the job. You could always train without pause in controlled situations, but nothing else but a trial by fire could tell if you were ready or not. After a more or less smooth and boring ride, a contingent of fifty soldiers plus Alucard and Sir Integra herself disembarked to Privet Drive. Integra was a beautiful young woman in her twenties who had creamy brown skin, blue eyes and long blonde hair. She had a tall, thin build, almost to the point of being lanky. Integra's attire consisted usually of a black blazer and black dress pants, a white buttoned shirt, black shoes and a red cravat. She also wore a pair of circular wire-rimmed glasses, and was often seen sporting a dark green trench coat when venturing outside her manor. At first glance, Hellsing's top operative would look like a simply handsomer than usual vampire. He had eyes which were blood red in colour that tended to glow with varying intensity with his emotions. Since his vast and terrifying powers were bound and could only be unleashed to his master's commands of if the situation called for it, his hair had the tendency to change from short to knee length. His usual outfit was comprised mainly in a classic Victorian fashion, including a charcoal suit, leather riding boots, and a intricately knotted red cravat, covered by a full-length, red frock overcoat (similar to the duster coats often associated with cowboys) with cape. He also usually wore a red fedora with a wide, floppy brim and a pair of circular, heavily tinted, wire-framed orange sunglasses with goggle sidings. Alucard was wearing special gloves which had five pointed seals on them which were the physical signs of the seals placed on him. Once everybody dismounted from the vehicles, Integra barked the orders to her soldiers:
"I want you to gun down every last ghouls and fledglings you find! Give them the only mercy left to them, a swift death! Send some men to lock down both ends of the street. Nobody enter or leave without my say so! If you found survivors still human and not turned, bring them to the command tent. Dismissed!"
After the orders were given, the soldiers left with efficacy and discipline drilled into them to do their job. It wouldn't be pretty, it wouldn't be pleasant, but they had a duty to the crown of Great Britain and by God, they would do what they were meant to do. In Alucard's case, he was already quite bored. His sharp senses were telling him that there was nobody who was worth his time in the immediate vicinity. It was frustrating really. He had half a mind to go to a neighbourhood street and suck dry all the humans of their blood and change them into ghouls just to have some fun. His master's ire wouldn't be pretty but he was that bored! The whole street was packed with uniform houses and gardens, the only differences where the numbers on each house.
Suddenly, something jumped from a shadow nearby, catching the attention of the Crimson Fucker. The being in the shadows was pretty quick and was darting from one hiding spot to another, never coming into the light. But it wasn't very subtle, since the sound of heavy breathing was easily heard for those with the right training. Integra saw it dart to one place to another; it was rather distinct since the beign was darker than the shadows around. Frowning, she took her pistol from its sheath, released the safety catch, and took aim and fire where the shadow was going. The shot missed by a millimetre, but a childish yelp of fear was heard before said shadow dove into the ground!
Not needing any directives, Alucard let a grin pass his lips and took pursuit; well more like he decided to walk where he felt the interloper was going. Maybe there was fun to have around here finally! The shadow was probably a fledgling vampire left to fend for himself since it was clear that the Master wasn't around. Soon Alucard stopped at the start of the driveway of the house labelled as #4 Privet Drive. Blinking in surprise since he felt something supernatural around the house, he took the time to feel what it was and when he was done, his amused smile became toothier and his laugh a bit lower pitched. Two words escaped his grinning lips before he decided to go ahead, if only to satisfy his growing curiosity.
"Wizarding Magic."
This house was protected by magical wards! It has been a long while since his last encounter with a magical human. Normally he tended to stay away from their dwellings and communities since most of them tended to exchange their common sense to be able to wield the Arcane Arts. Not one to suffer fools lightly and knowing that his Master would bitch at him endlessly if he did Humanity a favour and got rid of the more inbreed ones; he decided to just spare himself the headaches. It's not like any of them could offer a decent challenge anyway. Take away their magic stick and they were even more useless than regular mortals! Letting a little snort pass his lips, Alucard plowed through the wards with disappointing ease. If they had been working correctly, he likely would have broken a sweat to bypass them if he really wanted to take a look at what they were protecting. After kicking the door down with a powerful and overly dramatic kick once Alucard was on the doorstep, he peered inside curiously, trailing his gun lazily where his gaze was searching. That house was way too clean, even with a few days' neglect! The smell of the detergent was burning his nose! It was all he could do to not sneeze over and over or cover his nose with his coat's sleeve!
A feminine scent not far behind told him that Sir Integra was following him and took his mind away from the too clean house. No matter. Once totally inside, Alucard saw something that was finally worth a bit of his time. There, lying in a pool of blood, on the ground in the entrance hall, was the cooling cadaver of a fully fledged vampire. With his head removed which had rolled a little further from his body. So, something else had just killed the Master? Too bad, it would have been a bit of exercise for him. Suddenly both Master and Servant stopped in front of a padlocked cupboard door that was resting beneath the stairs. Both could hear the sniffing of a child inside. Not knowing what to think of that, because let's face it, finding a survivor in those settings was very rare, the vampire stopped to think.
While Alucard was thinking, Integra decided to take action. She then took a few steps forwards and with a good hit with the butt of her pistol; she managed to break the padlock on the door. When she was going to open the door, the child inside suddenly let out a cry of distress and something happened. It was like a wave of energy had shot out of the cupboard to push both Alucard and Integra out of the way, and not in a gentle way! Both crashed against the opposite wall, more stunned than hurt. The young woman, once she had regained her breath and bearings, was oscillating between been furious for the slight and fascinated by the phenomenon that had just happened and the new one currently happening. Alucard was just staying sitting on the ground, blinking with incomprehension. Oh he wasn't hurt, but he was surprised. He was speechless even! That was Wizarding Magic! Of all the things, a survivor, probably the only one, of a vampire's nesting grounds and it's a magical! Even more surprising right now was the fact that the kid was half inside, half outside the cupboard. Intangibility?! It wasn't a Wizard power that he knew of, at least not one of those which were usually possessed by the modern Wizards of this Age. And why did the child looked so familiar? Suddenly, the child seems to have decided between fleeing and fighting, because his brilliant green eyes lighted up even more, obscuring the pupils and with a snarl that was now revealing vampire fangs of all things, the boy launched himself upon Alucard without warning!