A.N. For Kanika Keket, who won my Nightingale contest and thus requested a Alucard/Harry fic. Alucard, by the way, is from a totally amazing anime that I have fallen in love with over the coarse of this fic called Hellsing. Anywho - congrats Kanika, I really hope you enjoy this! Rated T for a creepy Ginny, blood, and yaoi

Bright red eyes, hidden by the amber lens of his glasses, stared at the scene before their owner with a dawning sense of déjà vu. The elder vampire, one marginally insane Alucard, leveled his handgun using his raised forearm as a rest. The familiarly of his situation turned the dark haired man's grin slightly mad as he narrowed his eyes slightly. There he stood in the middle of a blown out battlefield, which had apparently been a small Scottish village called Hogsmead not so long ago. Across the street, a mere four or five feet from the tip of his boots, was another vampire – newborn and holding a human woman captive.

The newborn, a red headed girl with wild eyes, was blathering on about alliances and power, revenge and anarchy all the while unaware that her audience's attention was instead held captive by well – her captive. The human girl was small and decidedly androgynous in much the same way that Integra was – strong featured but with a softness that he had known only women to hold. With china doll skin, long wild black hair, and eyes far more striking a green then he had ever seen before the captive was beautiful in a painfully human way.

Teeth, white and sharp as knives, spread into a vaguely homicidal grin. Yes, Alucard thought this green-eyed beauty would be quite acceptable.

"You there," he called, dark and raspy voice silencing the red head nicely. "Human girl -"

"Human girl?" The newborn interrupted, looking curiously about her. She caught the strangely unafraid glance of her captive and smiled, a stray stream of blood rolling down her tender chin. "Oh you mean my Harry." She pulled the human – now identified as Harry closer to her chest, nuzzling the smaller one's cheek in mock affection. "Pretty, pretty Harry with the lightning scar and the sad, sad past." The girl cooed, spinning in imitation of a graceful dancer with her captive still held in her arms. "Pretty, pretty Harry who's always willing to put others first and would never dream of hurting another." Cupping the human's cheek with her hands – still those of the child she had been in life – the newborn sighed leaning down to come face to face with Harry. "Pretty, pretty Harry," she murmured ever so softly. "Who could never," The vampire girl's voice grew darker and rougher as she began to slowly scratch a crooked line into the human's cheek. "Never, ever LOVE ME!" The last bit was screeched, the newborn's thumbnail pulling violently downward as she gripped her captive in tightly clenched desperation. She jerked Harry around, whipping the dark haired girl's head violently about, and pulled the slender back against her wilder frame, draping her long arms about as if she was presenting the human for sale. "My devastatingly beautiful little Harry. Is that who you mean?"

"Ginny, please." The captive spoke, her soft words muted and gentle as if she were dealing with a wild animal.

Alucard grinned; sure that Ginny was –at this point- nothing more than just that. An animal. He considered Harry - pretty, pretty Harry - and tightened the grip he had on his gun at the possessive hold Ginny had on her. He was positive that Ginny could smell the scent of Harry's mate painting the brunette's blood – it was more than likely the reason for this massacre. Imagine being in love, only to smell the scent of another vampire on your chosen – although being a newborn, Ginny probably couldn't smell Alucard's scent painting Harry's blood just yet. She was too young and his scent to muted, seeing as he himself had not known of his mate until this night. Such was the fate of any vampire with sense enough to pursue the completeness that came only from their mate. Wander the globe, searching and searching until you find someone whose blood smells like you. Should such a thing happen, the next viable step was to claim.

A dark smile twisting at his thin lips, Alucard took a step forward. Oh yes, he rather wanted to claim pretty, pretty Harry right now.

"Human girl," Alucard repeated, drawing Ginny and her captive's attention again. Harry darted her eyes about swiftly before pinning Alucard with her gaze in sudden understanding. Her gaze was calm, far too calm for someone being held against their will by a crazed vampire, and Alucard rather felt – now that he was looking into them directly – that her eyes were too green far, far too green for him to suffer much longer without becoming completed obsessed. "Are you a virgin?"

Those eyes, those hypnotizing eyes, narrowed slowly in incomprehension before shock and a strange mixed look of almost humor and anger hazed Harry's eyes. "I don't think you – "

"Are you a virgin?" Alucard repeated, twistedly amused that he actually had the chance to use this very tactic twice now.

"Well, I really don't think you quite…"

He took another step closer, Ginny watching him carefully as the wind caught the tails of his full-length red trench – whipping it about and making him to be an even more impressively imposing form. "Are you or are you not a virgin?"

"Yes, but -"

The rest was lost to the sound of Alucard cocking his gun. He took aim swiftly and pulled the trigger, only belatedly noticing that Harry had raised her hands before her in a protecting gesture. What did the silly little human really think she could do to stop a bullet, let alone one of his beauties?

Still, Harry raised her hands, eyes looking far greener then he recalled them to be – glowing even - and stared at the approaching bullet with a steady frown. A wispy cloud formed swiftly around the bullet and it slowed rapidly, as if the air was too thick for it to pass through. Now it was obvious that Harry's eyes were glowing – appearing rather cat like in the faint light of the harvest moon. The bullet stopped, floating in swirling green just inches beyond Harry's outstretched slender fingers. She twirled swiftly, bringing her hands around and pressing them against Ginny's partially exposed chest – the bullet following her movements exactly but with far more force. The red head slid back an inch or two into the building behind her, hand drifting to the gaping hole where her heart had been moments ago before dropping like a marionette with cut strings.

Oh… so that's what Harry planned to do.

Harry turned to him slowly, her eyes narrowed dangerously. "Are all vampires fucking idiots!?" She questioned forcefully, voice hitching up a few decibels at the end.

Alucard did not reply, choosing instead to sheath his gun while keeping his gaze glued on Harry.

The human frowned, tossing pale hands in the air in exasperation before turning her back to him. She fished a small, golden coin from the pocket of her oversized jeans before holding it at eye level. Pressing a small switch on the side and holding the device next to her mouth, she spoke in a smooth voice that belied her outrage of only seconds past. "This is unspeakable Harrison Potter…"

Harrison, but Harrison was a boy's… oh. Oh. Shifting hidden red eyes back to Harry - who was considering him with a dark stare, coin nowhere in sight - Alucard smirked, scanning the brunette in new found appreciation for the male body he now knew to be residing under the generous folds of his overly large clothes.

Harry snorted, turning his face – slight pout and all – to look over the bloodied village. "I do not envy whoever gets to clean this all up," he muttered, green eyes flickering to the crumpled Ginny.

"Nor I," Alucard replied, sidling up closer to his pretty, pretty Harry.

"You are not allowed to talk," Harry snapped, crossing his arms and walking away from Alucard steadily. "Next time you should make sure not only that your potential changeling is a virgin but also of the opposite gender. I could have ended up like them (here Harry gestured gracefully with his foot at a pile of spent ghouls), I could have ended up your slave."

Alucard watched him walk for a moment before following after the smaller male – his long stride easily catching him up to his fellow, his mate. "You could still, slaves can be fun."

"I'm sure."

"Concubines especially."

Harry stopped, shooting his walking partner a glare. "You are a sick and twisted pervert."

Alucard grinned and leaned forward, licking the trail of sweet blood from Harry's wounded cheek.