Harry Potter and the Allied Forces

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Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters, places, and events all belong to J.K. Rowling, Scholastic, and Warner Bros. Hellsing characters, places, and events all belong to Kohta Hirano and Pioneer Entertainment. Anything else is mine, though I make no profit from this, monetary or otherwise.

Warning: death, re-(heh)vamped characters, and some sex, though not until later, and only once. And it is slash.

Notes: The gang will be all together, though it won't happen imatelately. Apologies for the way I dart around between characters. I just like doing that.

And So It Begins...

Within three days, Harry had taken permanent residence in the vampires' quarters, much to Integra's dismay. The two had argued on the matter almost perpetually for those three days. Tellsellsing Organisation began to view Harry Potter as their own sort of hero; he was the only human ever to press Sir Integra's buttons so deliberately and not be sent away. Finally, with a shout of exastiontion, she told the smiling youth he could go where he wanted, but if he turned up dead in any capacity, there would be hell to pay.

The two vampires found Harry's company rather welcome. He had adopted their schedule, excepting his early evening training sessions with Walter. Severus had decided that if Harry was going to be in his company, he might well do to improve upon his Potions skills, as they were severely lacking and the boy would need them if he ever hoped to make anything of himself in the wizarding world. So Harry had accepted the lessons, which Victoria also found most intrigueing.

It was during the middle of a late-night Potions lesson that the door of the vampires' quarters was being knocked upon. Once Severus had his hand on his gun, he shouted for the person to enter. Walter opened the door, a huge case under one arm as he was struggling with the door with the other.

"Some assistance, if you please," the old man gasped as he cle clearly having a hard time carrying the case.

Immediately, Harry was at his side, taking the burden and resting it on the table, between his cauldron and ingredients. Walter gave the equipment a disapproving look, then turned to Severus with a half-mad grin on his face.

"I've finally come up with your ideal weapon, Professor," he informed the vampire. He flicked the locks on the case and lifted it open.

Severus gasped silently as he looked on the weapon in the case. Walter informed him of its properties and special features while Severus picked it up. It was the largest gun he'd ever laid eyes on. Double barrels and far too big for any human to weild, the shotgun seemed to fit Severus perfectly. He grinned down at Walter.

"Really... you shouldn't have," he muttered appreciatively as he continued gazing fondly at his new weapon.

"I've taken the liberty of arranging a test field for you," the old man informed him. "The outer courtyard is ready whenever you are."

Before Severus could order Harry to clear up his things, Walter was retrieving another, smaller case from the hallway. "Mister Potter," he said, smiling at the boy, "this is for you."

"What is it?" asked Harry. He was watching the case open before him. When it was open, he looked up, shocked, at Walter.

Harry had seen that weapon before. It was the same one, albeit a bit smaller, as the vampire, Arucard, carried. The black metal glinted in the light, the lettering appearing to glow. What amazed Harry the most about this weapon was what was engraved upon it. Merlin made no prophecy laced across the barrel. On one side was a cross, on the other was a pentacle.

"I'd like to go with you to that courtyard, Sir," he said as he picked up the gun. Then he grinned up at Severus, who was actually smiling back.

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"I'll be what?" Harry demanded, rather aghast. "Did you say I'm going with you? On an official mission!?"

Severus forced himself not to smile at the boy's excitement, because even he did not relish killing. No matter how necessary it may have been, he couldn't help feeling like a hypocrite. He did not want Harry to learn to hate him. "You'll be going along, but you are not expected to take the shot; do you understand that?"

"Yes, Sir," he replied. He straightened his back.

"Well, then, Potter, pack up and lets go. Hurry."

Harry grinned behind his professor's back. "I'm right behind you!"

**

"In the name of God, impure souls of the living dead shall be-"

"No!" Harry hissed as loudly as the situation would allow. It was sufficient, because Victoria stopped her speech and Severus lowered his gun. Both looked at him expectantly and with no small measure of urgency. "That's not just a target-! Charm the bullet!"

"Why?" Severus asked, letting the barrel of his gun rest on his leg.

"That's a Death Eater! I know it is!"

For a moment, the two wizards merely stared at one another. Without saying a word, Severus took out his wand, pointed it at his gun, muttered a charm, and put it away. He took aim. "I hope an Impenetrable charm will suffice."

"So do I," Harry muttered back.

Severus took the shot. The target fell, then blew away in a cloud of dust. In its wake, however, it left a glowing skull with a snake in its mouth.

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Thanks to Sabrina, as you are the lone individual who has -at least up to this point- read this story. Or bothered to review. Or whatever. And as for pairings... I can't really let you know about that, being as relationships herein aren't entirely kosher. You'll get it later, though, I promise. And uh... about the plushies. I admit... after reading this thing at work the other day, people who love plushies kind righrighten me a little. At first I thought it was just an innocent-like thing, a love for stuffed animals, and all. Of course, the thing I read was merely a sarcastic... whatever. Thing. But still... details of plushie-sex have since warped my view of the things. Thanks for the offer, but I'll stick to my own. ;)
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oh, and sorry if I forgot to add the warning/disclaimer bit to one of the parts. (It was already completed and converted, so I didn't feel like going over it again. I figure that since the rest of the story has that shite all over it, I won't worry too terribly much. It still applies.)