Harry Potter and the Allied Forces

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Warning and Disclaimer: part 1

Notes: I'm partially retarded. I know this comes as a surprise, but bear with me. So... I'm not entirely sure of Walter's surname, since it's never spoken terribly clearly, nor is it terribly consistent. There's no mention of it in the manga, so I think I may've made it up. Correct me if I'm wrong, please, but I think that's my only real fuck-up here. Thanks.

Week One

The first week Severus spent at the Hellsing compound was full of rigorous training. He was a quick learner by nature, so he was advancing his training on a daily basis. In the hour before dawn, he had taken to dining with Seras, with whom he was forming a rather tight friendship. The two would drink the blood Integra supplied for them from crystal goblets or china dishes while discussing the work the Organisation had outlined for them.

It had been a full week and not a single soul had once mentioned magick. Severus' patience was wearing thin.

"Though I believe this organisation has truly noble motives," he muttered to Seras one early morning when they had finished their meal, "I don't believe anyone has truly considered what we are up against."

Seras had been nearly bursting with the desire to question the other vampire of his origins and the world he came from. Arucard had, however, told her not to mention Severus' past, and so she hadn't. Being as Severus was the one who'd brought it up, she decided to take her chances.

"Sir? What is this Lord Voldemort all about?" she asked rather quietly, for fear of angering her companion.

Though he should have been used to it, the uf hif his former master's name still made Severus flinch every time he heard it. And had anyone but such a naive creature as Seras said it to him, he would have gone irate. "That, my dear, is a very broad question."

When no more was forthcoming, Seras cleared her throat and screwed up her nerve. "What has he done to your people, Sir? What sort of creature is he?"

Severus looked at Seras as though she was mad. The expression changed to a soft smile once he remembered that she was not of his world. "The Dark Lord was once a man," he began rather quietly. "He was once a human wizard. Tom Marvolo Riddle was his name. He was born of a witch and a Mug- non-magick man. His father left his mother when he found out she was a witch. She died in childbirth and Tom was raised in a Muggle orphanage. You can imagine his anger at having been raised by the people who had abandoned him. So when he learned magick and graduated from school... his bitterness had become an obsession."

Seras watched her companion stand and begin pacing about the room while she remained seated at the small table. She was completely enthralled, since no one else had mentioned Lord Voldemort's origins before.

"He was a descendent of Salazar Slytherin, one of the founders of the school of magick I teach at," he told her, and she nodded for him to continue. "Slytherin was of the opinion that wizards who had Muggle blood were somehow less worthy of learning magick than purebloods. Riddle seemed to take this personally or something, because he made it his mission to stamp out Muggle-borns and their kin. He recruited followers and waged war on anything that was not purely magickal. Or anything that opposed him."

Severus stopped and looked very sad as he stared into nothingness. Seras cleared her throat. "Sir?" she whispered respectfully.

"Excuse me," Severus muttered, then resumed his pacing. "I was one who was ensnared by the Dark Lord's promises of wealth and notoriety." He lifted his sleeve and showed his companion the tattoo on his upper arm. "He branded each of his closest followers with the Dark Mark. We were called Death Eaters, though I ask that you not ask me to relate the significance of that title. We have all, it seems, been granted some gift by the Dark Lord; namely the gift of being undead. And fighting the undead seems to be Hellsing's forte. Anyhow... it became clear to me that the Dark Lord was mad... he wanted life eternal at no cost to himself... something for nothing, really. The things he was after... were impossible. But his power was so great... no one could stand against him. Many tried and failed. The Potters," he spat the name like it was a horrid taste in his mouth, "defied him like no others. Excepting the Longbottoms, perhaps... They were eliminated, but when the Dark Lord turned his wand on their infant son... the curse backfired and he was not heard of for thirteen years."

"What was the curse?" Seras asked. She was, by then, sitting on the edge of her chair.

"The Killing Curse," the other vampire replied.

Seras gasped. "He tried to kill a baby?"

"He succeeded in killing a great many, my dear, I can assure you that," he snorted humourlessly. "Harry Potter... has a gift, I imagine, for defeating Dark Arts practises. He has faced the Dark Lord on many occasions and always survived. It is Harry Potter, not the Hellsing Organisation, who must end the Dark Lord's life."

Shocked, Seras sat back in her chair. She stared at the tabletop for a long time before finally looking back up at Severus. "Then why are we-?"

Severus held up a hand to silence the woman's question. "Harry Potter is seventeen years old, Victoria. He is not yet a fully-qualified wizard and I daresay he is far too innocent to comprehend the meaning of his existence. He will be arriving here tomorrow. Sir Integra informed me just this evening..."

"Harry Potter will be joining the Hellsing Organisation?" gasped Seras.

At that, Severus smiled. "At least temporarily. Whether he chooses to remain is not my decision."

"And you..?"

"I am becoming rather fond of your organisation, truth be told," Severus said, his smile turning into a grin. "I may choose to stay if I am welcome."

Seras was confused, then. "I thought you had," she said.

"I am Harry Potter's lapdog, unfortunately," Severus sneered, then shook it off. The reference to Sirius Black was wrong, even if he'd been more relieved than upset by his death. "I've been nominated to be his guardian, for whatever it's worth." Then he laughed rather lowly in his chest. "Imagine! A vampire being elected to watch out for the saviour of the world as we know it!"

*****

Harry Potter's welcoming committee assembled itself at five minutes to six o' clock that following evening. It consisted of the three Hellsing vampires, Walter, and Sir Integra herself. They were all waiting at the front gate of the compound, where the boy was to arrive.

Integra checked her watch. She was growing impatient. "I was informed that the boy would be here promptly at six," she snapped at no one in particular.

"Sir Integra," Severus began, "transporting Harry Potter is a feat much easier said than done. To do so without drawing attention from unwanted sources is not an easy task."

Forgoing a reply, the lady Hellsing took a cigarette case from the inside of her jacket. She took out a small cigar and her silver lighter. She hadn't taken but two drags off of it when a mass of blackness fell into the streeforefore the compound. It was moving and groaning, but its face was not visible.

Severus was already on his way to the mass, however. He lifted the boy by his shoulders and set him on his feet. The remainder of the party all looked at Harry Potter in utmost surprise.

"He's only a boy," Seras whispered. Though she had known that Harry was only seventeen, that he was still a child hadn't exactly occurred to her. She looked up at Arucard, then at Walter and Integra. Both looked exactly as she felt.

"Harry Potter," Integra stated when Severus led the boy to her. She dropped her cigar and stepped on it as she walked to meet him. "Welcome to the Hellsing Organisation. I am Sir Integra Wingate Hellsing." She extended her hand, which seemed to please the boy.

Harry took her hand and was surprised by her firm grip. "Pleasure," he muttered, but maintained eye contact.

Integra then led the boy to her other companions. Walter bowed just slightly, showing utmost respect. "Walter Donley, Mr. Potter. I am a former member of the Hellsing Organisation and will be handling your training," he informed the boy, who nodded to show that he understood.

It was the next individual that shocked Harry even more than the first time he'd seen his Potions Master's transformation. A very tall man, slender and elegant, was leaning casually against a brick wall. His eyes flashed behind his yellow glasses and he tilted his hat. "I suppose you might call me the original Hellsing abomination," he laughed. "Arucard, boy." Then he bowed, even more lowly than Walter had. "I am at your service."

"Thank you," Harry gulped. Integra smiled to herself.

"Seras Victoria, Sir," Seras introduced herself, also extending her hand. She smiled and did her very best to appear welcoming.

"It's just Harry," he muttered as he blushed. He'd never been addressed so respectfully by an adult woman before. A very beautiful, very vampiric adult woman.

"Walter will be escorting you to your quarters," Integra informed him, then. "Training begins early. Sleep well."

As she walked away, Walter led Harry in another direction and the three vampires watched them go. Harry looked over his shoulder at Severus, who nodded, so Harry turned around again.

"Our batallion will be leaving soon, Sir," Seras whispered.

"Of course," Severus replied. Then he looked over at Arucard, who was still watching the boy's back. "And what of you?"

"I am not needed tonight," he replied rather quietly. His eyebrows were pulled together. "That boy is a very strange human, indeed."

**

The truck containing a dozen Hellsing soldiers, Seras, and Severus stopped in a dark alley.

"We're positioning ourselves on the roof of this building," Seras informed the squad. She checked that her cannon and shells were all in their place. "The rest of you, spread out. If he knows we're here, our chances of getting a clean shot aren't good. All right, then. May God and Her Majesty be with you."

"Amen," the soldiers all replied together. Severus remained silent.

She and Severus jumped out of the truck and ran to a door that was barely distinguishable in the darkness. It was a condemned flat-house that was directly across the street from where their target was supposed to arrive.

"We'll be going to the roof," Seras said as they ran up the cement staircase to the upper levels of the building. "From there, we will be able to spot the target and silence it. You'll be taking the shot."

This was the first official mission Severus had been on. He'd trained thoroughly and knew the weapons he would be using. It would be simple. It would prove he was ready to face Voldemort. It would prove that his soul was not impure.

Wouldn't it?

"Set up here. He'll be coming from that building just there."

"He's already out. He's there, at the cigarette booth," Severus replied. He was already aiming the rifle at the target vampire.

"In the name of God, impure souls of the living dead shall be banished into eternal damnation. Amen."

Severus echoed the 'Amen' as he pulled the trigger. A silent shot rang out as a small cloud of smoke rose from his gun.

"Target has been silenced. Well done. That had to be a record time!"

But Severus could only watch the confused and upset Muggles running about in the street below, feeling extremely unsatisfied. It was a mission accomplished out of duty; nothing more or less. He needn't have any feelings about it at all. And yet... he wanted more.

"Severus?"

"I'm hungry."

Seras sighed. "Everybody clear out."

*****