Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Hellsing characters mentioned in the story, though I love Alucard, his insanity is alluring, ensnaring even the most unfeeling of people

Chapter One

To whom this may concern:

I knew the moment Ronald Bilius Weasley asked me to meet him at The Three Broomsticks three months ago that he, my best friend, intended to kill me.

"Who are you writing, Wizard Boy?" The deep voice, with a slightly husky, panty dropping lilt, murmured directly into the ear of the shoulder length black haired, alabaster skinned, handsome youth.

The young man huffed in mock irritation, though the grin on his face proved that he wasn't really annoyed by the nickname. "No one important, Master, I was just tying up some few loose ends that Ronald may have overlooked, he's a bit scatterbrained that way."

In his defense, I suppose he was doing it so there wouldn't be another Dark Lord running amok in the wizarding world. I am a very introverted person, after all, and I've been slightly reclusive from the Weasley family and Hermione, he had a right to be concerned.

"I thought we agreed for you not to call me Master outside the bedroom, Wizard Boy." The owner of that sexy voice chuckled and the young man shivered as he felt warm breath on his neck. "Hm?"

I didn't fight back when he used a very Muggle approach and stabbed me. To put it mildly, I suppose I was simply tired of everything, tired of living up to an ideal the wizarding world has of me that isn't really true at all. But, it's okay, now, I suppose.

"Please…bite me, Master." The young man was spun around, and he met the crimson gaze of Alucard, Alucard's eyes showed triumph, desire, lust, anguish, and confusion.

"All these months of fighting your nature and now you decide you want me to taste your blood, Wizard Boy?" Alucard sneered.

The person who saved me isn't by definition nice and gentle, peace loving, etc., etc. There are times when he can be calm and charismatic, but he's a warmonger, he likes violence, he craves it, he thrives in it…and admittedly, I'm turned on by it. Why am I writing this letter? Well, I just wanted to let the wizarding world know…

"Yes, now, I decided to let you drink my blood willingly, Alucard, because I'm tired of fighting my nature. I'm tired of fighting my attraction. I'm a fledgling vampire and I've fallen in love with your bat shit crazy ass. So, fucking deal with it!" The younger vampire snapped back.

I don't need you, any of you. I was temporarily dazzled by what this society had to offer, but I wipe my hands clean of it. I'm going to live my life as I want to, without trying to please the rest of you. Oh, and my vaults are not to be touched, I bequeath nothing to the Weasley's and Hermione, and I hope you get your heads out of your asses.

Alucard pushed the young man's legs to the sides and settled himself between, moving to worship the other's chest while he offered his fingers to him. The fledgling hesitated only slightly, trusting Alucard not hurt him before he sucked his fingers with long strokes, causing him to groan and nearly cum at the sensation, but he held back.

Once his fingers were soaked with salivate he moved his hand down, and gently prodded a finger into the younger man, moving to kiss the man in hopes to distract him from the intrusion. With tender movements, he added a second finger and began to stretch the puckered hole all the while kissing the man below him senseless as a third finger was added.

Alucard pulled his hand out, causing the other man to groan and flush in embarrassment as he looked deeply in the Alucard's surprisingly tender eyes. "Please." He begged softly, and with a nod, Alucard positioned himself and slowly pushed in.

"Tight! Harry…" Alucard hissed out as he full sheathed himself within Harry's tight opening. He panted hard, having a hard time not giving into his release right then and there at the sensation, but he held back, kissing Harry's jaw, whispering his love, letting him adjust, clenching his teeth as he tried not to move.

"Alucard..." Harry sighed as he ran his hands up and down the Alucard's taunt and muscled back.

Mischief has been managed, huh?

Signed,

Lord Potter-Black

In the darkness of the room, sitting innocently on top of the dresser, was a single parchment beside a burnt out candle and a black rose. The moonlight was enough to illuminate it for a stranger to make out what it said.

To whom this may concern:

I knew the moment Ronald Bilius Weasley asked me to meet him at The Three Broomsticks three months ago that he, my best friend, intended to kill me. In his defense, I suppose he was doing it so there wouldn't be another Dark Lord running amok in the wizarding world. I am a very introverted person, after all, and I've been slightly reclusive from the Weasley family and Hermione, he had a right to be concerned. I didn't fight back when he used a very Muggle approach and stabbed me. To put it mildly, I suppose I was simply tired of everything, tired of living up to an ideal the wizarding world has of me that isn't really true at all. But, it's okay, now, I suppose. The person who saved me isn't by definition nice and gentle, peace loving, etc., etc. There are times when he can be calm and charismatic, but he's a warmonger, he likes violence, he craves it, he thrives in it…and admittedly, I'm turned on by it. Why am I writing this letter? Well, I just wanted to let the wizarding world know…

I don't need you, any of you. I was temporarily dazzled by what this society had to offer, but I wipe my hands clean of it. I'm going to live my life as I want to, without trying to please the rest of you. Oh, and my vaults are not to be touched, I bequeath nothing to the Weasley's and Hermione, and I hope you get your heads out of your asses.

Mischief has been managed, huh?

Signed,

Lord Potter-Black

A thick smudge of ink murkied the final words, but they originally said: Lover to Count Dracula.


And that's a wrap. I don't know what's been going on with me lately. I've just wanted to write this before it disappeared in my head where I couldn't find it. Tell me what you think?