Harry Potter Revenge is a Dish Best Served at Body Temperature - HP/Hellsing crossover

[fic7i0n41]

Well, here's my HP/Hellsing crossover piece, featuring vampire Hermione. I wasn't sure if I should post this here or under the Anime section but, since I'll be focusing primarily on Hermione and eventually on the repercussions of her turning on her situation in the wizarding world, I thought this would be best.

The story so far can be found here.

Any input on what I've already published or what I'll be posting here of the next chapter in progress would be greatly appreciated.

Spoiler

Chapter 3 (in progress)

The car ride passed as a blur to Hermione. Feeling emotionally devastated after the way she and Ron had left things, she found herself unable to concentrate well on what was going on immediately around her, her mind too occupied with replaying their meeting over and over again. Seras did attempt to make small talk once or twice, but had quickly given up when it became clear that Hermione wasn’t in a state of mind to be talking. Seras entertained herself by diving into her mental space and chatting with Pip and a few other souls she’d absorbed via feeding on the vampires responsible for their deaths. Sir Integra had ordered her to feed on as many targeted vampires and other creatures as she could to increase her powers. Now that Alucard was missing, Seras needed to be as powerful as possible.

Both vampires’ attention snapped back to the real world as the car came to a gentle stop in front of a large mansion. Hermione’s eyes widened slightly at the sight of the structure. While it was nowhere near as large as Hogwarts castle was, the building had its own aura of majesty. The imposing facade just about shouted nobility and old money to Hermione and she couldn’t help but feel intimidated as she extracted herself from the vehicle. She found Seras standing next to her even before she had closed the door to the car. Her master gave her a reassuring smile before taking her hand and leading her up the path to the front door.

Seras knocked when they arrived and then, after waiting for a few moments frowned and knocked again, a bit harder. Still receiving no response, she rolled her eyes and stuck her hand through a pool of darkness which materialized on the door’s surface at her command. Hermione’s watched in fascination as Seras plunged her hand into the mysterious darkness, and frowned for a moment in concentration before the door latch clicked and she withdrew her hand from the shadow to push it open. “Just a little trick. You’ll be able to use shadow to travel too when you grow stronger.” Finding that words had failed her, Hermione simply nodded and followed her sire into the mansion.

Hermione couldn’t help but jump a little when the door closed loudly behind them. She had been expecting the interior of the mansion to be dark and gloomy and needed a moment to adjust to the reality of the situation. She squinted at first, her eyes gradually growing accustomed to the brightness of the well-lit entrance hall. Hermione looked around in awe, taking note of the dark stained wood which everything seemed to be made of and the obviously valuable pieces of art lining the walls at regular intervals. The atmosphere was almost oppressively opulent but her master seemed not to pay it any mind. Seras stretched and yawned a bit before turning her attention to her fledgling, “I’ll be taking you upstairs to meet Sir Integra for a bit before we get you settled in. Follow me, okay?”

Hermione frowned as she reflexively replied with a, “Yes, my master,” before she could intercept the words. Still frowning slightly, she followed Seras up the main stairs and down a series of corridors before stopping in front of a rather imposing looking doorway. Hermione suddenly felt very self conscious. She was not dressed in what she would consider to be an appropriate manner for a meeting with nobility. Before Hermione could come up with some way of delaying the meeting until she could find something more appropriate to wear, Seras knocked twice on the massive doors.

“Enter,” came an abrupt female voice from within. Seras opened the door without hesitation and led a clearly nervous Hermione into the room to stand before Integra’s desk. “So this is your new fledgling,” the woman, who Hermione supposed must be Sir Integra, stated. Hermione could practically feel the woman’s icy blue gaze as it locked onto her. Hermione liked to think that she wasn’t easily intimidated after her time fighting and running in the last war, but she found herself wanting to shrink away from the woman in front of her. Integra’s one-eyed glare seemed to be peering right through her. She forced herself to meet Integra’s gaze, consciously tamping down on the nervousness bubbling up in the pit of her stomach. After a moment’s evaluation, a slight smile crossed the woman’s face. “Very well, get her settled in for now. I’ll meet with you both tomorrow night for a debriefing.”

 

[fic7i0n41]

Didn't get any further, but I went back in and filled in a bunch of detail. More soon.

Spoiler

Chapter 3 (in progress)

The beginning of the car ride passed as a blur to Hermione. Feeling emotionally exhausted after what had happened to her over the last few days and devastated by the way she and Ron had left things, she found herself unable to concentrate well on what was going on immediately around her. Trying to interrupt the endless loop of her recent traumas that her mind seemed intent on endlessly replaying for her, she resumed her mental review of everything that she knew about vampires and compiling a list of questions to ask her mast...Seras. After a while of coming up blank, she eventually had to admit to herself that the topic probably should have been covered more in depth at school since most of her ideas about vampires and their strengths and weaknesses came from Bram Stoker.

Hermione found her thoughts directed back to the other night. Was it one night ago or two now? It all seemed like such a blur. She tried to focus on what she had seen Seras do that night and to ignore the part of her memory detailing the sickly smell of blood and the sight of her parents’ bodies on the floor. She could recognize the older vampire’s superior speed and strength, but her ability to bend her arm in impossible directions and to levitate and control her severed limb were beyond anything Hermione had heard about vampire abilities.

“M...master? May I ask you a question?” Hermione stammered, consciously forcing herself not to raise her hand as though she were in class.”

“Of course you can, Hermione,” Seras replied with a kind smile. “And you don’t need to call me ‘Master’ if you don’t want to. I know it takes some effort to overcome the compulsion, but I’m sure you can do it if you try.”

Reassured, Hermione continued, “I have to admit, I really don’t know very much about actual vampires, their, I mean our strengths and weaknesses, abilities, or history. Most of what I know, or rather most of what I think might be true, comes from works of fiction.”

Seras nodded at the implied inquiry, “Well, if you’re as well-read as I think you are based on Molly’s descriptions, I have to imagine much of what you think probably comes from Bram Stoker.” Receiving a nod in response, Seras continued, “Most of what is depicted in Dracula is based on fact. Actually, the only part of the book that is outright wrong is that Dracula dies at the end. You see, my master, Alucard, is Dracula. He was captured and...I suppose enslaved really by the Hellsing family who spent decades developing him into the ultimate undead.”

“A lot of the information in the book regarding vampire weaknesses was correct, though as we become more powerful many of those weaknesses are nullified. At this point, the sun is no more than an annoyance to me, and it would take far more than a wooden stake to end my unlife. You will exhibit most of the weaknesses traditionally associated with vampires since you’re still very young. Garlic, silver, mercury, blessed objects, sunlight, wooden stakes, and running water are all going to be issues for you for the immediate future.”

Smiling at her fledgling’s expression of rapt attention, Seras continued, “Unlike our weaknesses, our abilities aren’t very well chronicled anywhere, in part because a great deal of our abilities aren’t shared with the majority of vampires. Due the my master’s augmentations at the hands of the Hellsing family, we have numerous powers that are unique to our family line. Most of those talents will remain locked away for you until you’ve become a full vampire, but I will do my best to train you with the powers that you do have.”

“What powers do I have?” Hermione inquired.

“Well, right now most of your abilities are passive. You have speed, strength, and stamina far beyond that of a normal human now. I’m sure you’ve also noticed that your vision and hearing have become much more sensitive than they used to be. You should have use of your, ‘third eye,’ as my master called it, which would allow you to see things much further than normal and should allow you to shoot flawlessly as well.” Seras paused in her description to take a glance out the window. “I can take you to the range whenever you’re ready and try to teach you, but it looks like we’re already here.”

Hermione’s attention snapped to the window as the car came to a gentle stop in front of a large mansion. Hermione’s eyes widened slightly at the sight of the structure. While it was nowhere near as large as Hogwarts castle was, the building had its own aura of majesty. The imposing facade just about shouted nobility and old money to Hermione and she couldn’t help but feel intimidated as she extracted herself from the vehicle. She found Seras standing next to her even before she had closed the door to the car. Her master gave her a reassuring smile before taking her hand and leading her up the path to the front door.

Seras knocked when they arrived and then, after waiting for a few moments frowned and knocked again, a bit harder. Still receiving no response, she rolled her eyes and stuck her hand through a pool of darkness which materialized on the door’s surface at her command. Hermione’s watched in fascination as Seras plunged her hand into the mysterious darkness, and frowned for a moment in concentration before the door latch clicked and she withdrew her hand from the shadow to push it open. “Just a little trick. You’ll be able to use shadow to travel too when you grow stronger.” Finding that words had failed her, Hermione simply nodded and followed her sire into the mansion.

Hermione couldn’t help but jump a little when the door closed loudly behind them. She had been expecting the interior of the mansion to be dark and gloomy and needed a moment to adjust to the reality of the situation. She squinted at first, her eyes gradually growing accustomed to the brightness of the well-lit entrance hall. Hermione looked around in awe, taking note of the dark stained wood which everything seemed to be made of and the obviously valuable pieces of art lining the walls at regular intervals. The atmosphere was almost oppressively opulent but her master seemed not to pay it any mind. Seras stretched and yawned a bit before turning her attention to her fledgling, “I’ll be taking you upstairs to meet Sir Integra for a bit before we get you settled in. Follow me, okay?”

Hermione frowned as she reflexively replied with a, “Yes, my master,” before she could intercept the words. Still frowning slightly, she followed Seras up the main stairs and down a series of corridors before stopping in front of a rather imposing looking doorway. Hermione suddenly felt very self conscious. She was not dressed in what she would consider to be an appropriate manner for a meeting with nobility. Before Hermione could come up with some way of delaying the meeting until she could find something more appropriate to wear, Seras knocked twice on the massive doors.

“Enter,” came an abrupt female voice from within. Seras opened the door without hesitation and led a clearly nervous Hermione into the room to stand before Integra’s desk. “So this is your new fledgling,” the woman, who Hermione supposed must be Sir Integra, stated. Hermione could practically feel the woman’s icy blue gaze as it locked onto her. Hermione liked to think that she wasn’t easily intimidated after her time fighting and running in the last war, but she found herself wanting to shrink away from the woman in front of her. Integra’s one-eyed glare seemed to be peering right through her. She forced herself to meet Integra’s gaze, consciously tamping down on the nervousness bubbling up in the pit of her stomach. After a moment’s evaluation, a slight smile crossed the woman’s face. “Very well, get her settled in for now. I’ll meet with you both tomorrow night for a debriefing.”

Hermione couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief after Seras led her back out of the room. She looked at her master a bit reproachfully as the elder vampire stifled a laugh at her reaction. “Don’t worry about it,” Seras reassured her, “She’s not as scary as she seems.” Despite Seras’ reassurances, Hermione could practically feel a weight lifting from her shoulders as the pair walked further from Integra’s office. Concentrating mainly on memorizing the route they traveled, Hermione paid minimal attention to the splendor surrounding them as they made their way toward the entrance to the basement.

 

[fallacies]

Looks pretty interesting. I don't think there's a lot I can offer in the way of comment right now, but if you want to bounce plot ideas, you can find me in the chat if I'm available.

 

[fic7i0n41]

Okay, cool. Thanks for the offer. I'll likely take you up on that at some point.

 

[Selias]

Pretty sure that you can only be turned by a vampire of the other gender.

Yep, I just checked, and Hellsing vampires can only turn virgins of the opposite gender.