AN: okay, this is my first fanfiction.

UPDATED

I can't believe that I am still getting reviews. Anyway, I'm back from my study abroad, it was great, and now I have some time to write, at least for the summer.

An owl flew through the Hellsing manor landing neatly on the desk without upsetting the precarious stacks of paperwork. Usually a random owl would have been surprising or upsetting, but after living with Alucard for so long, very little surprised Integra. She almost considered shooing the bird away, but saw the tightly coiled paper tied to its leg, untied the note from the bird and gave it a small cookie from the snack tray that Walter had brought earlier. She unfurled the note and read the neat script.

Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing

I apologize for this unusual request, but it has become abundantly clear that Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry needs a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor with real life experience in dealing with the dark arts and not simply knowledge of theory. I was acquainted with your father and one of your "trash men" is exactly what Hogwarts needs. I can supply their dietary needs, so don't worry about that. I anxiously await your owl.

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

Witchcraft and wizardry… she thought, she knew of the practices and had even encountered a few wizards in her time as the commander of Hellsing, but a whole school? It really only made sense she supposed, they had to learn the craft somehow. Dumbledore had been mentioned in her father's journals as an expert in the supernatural and somebody she could trust in an emergency, but she never expected to hear from him in this fashion.

She felt the temperature drop slightly and knew that Alucard had materialized in her office. He loomed over her shoulder, his cold breath washing over her cheek as he read the note in her hands, she could already feel the headache building as she reached for a cigar. The cessation of freaks meant Alucard was bored, and that meant a constant headache whenever he was awake.

This was a perfect way to get him out of the mansion before his cabin fever got worse along with her headaches. Could this Dumbledore actually manage to control her vampire, in a school? The cool puffs of breath continuing to disturb her hair only reaffirmed her decision. She penned her response and tied it to the owl's leg hoping the bird knew what to do.

"So anxious to get rid of me, Master?" Alucard asked. She could see the smirk accompanying those words without even looking at him.

"You are needed at Hogwarts, I have no use nor desire for a bored vampire."

"Are you sure it is wise to send a bored vampire to a school full of children?"

"He knew my father, and knows of you. My father spoke highly of him; he must know the implications of what he is asking."

"And yet you don't know them yourself…"

She spun to glare at him only to see that he had already vanished and the room had warmed slightly. She rubbed her temples hoping that she made the right choice and she had not just doomed a school full of children. She heard a chuckle that seemed to come from everywhere and knew Alucard had heard that.

"ALUCARD! Get out of my head!" She screamed knowing he wasn't far away. The room lost the last taint of cold that she hadn't noticed and she was alone with her thought once again. She pitied the students that were soon to be subjected to Alucard and whatever was his twisted idea of teaching.

Aberration-unsoundness or disorder of the mind