Unhealable Betrayal

He was currently strolling down a random street, in a random direction, in a random location that he was not familiar with; Marquas looked to the night sky, a frown marring his handsome face. Looking down again, he sighed and observed his surroundings; now he knew he was in England but was currently not too sure where. From where he stood, he raised an eyebrow at the houses and streets that were quite bland and identical.

"Now that's not very helpful." He muttered to himself turning his head up to the sky.

Turning at that random street, he walked further, thinking about the happenings with his family; the main one being his brother, Dante, finding his daughter who was taken a month after her birth and his mate murdered- all while he was out of the country. Marquas knew Dante blamed himself for her death and his daughter's kidnapping; he fell into depression but never stopped searching for his little girl. Well, it seems his efforts payed off; 8 years later, they found her and Dante could not be happier. Smiling slightly at the thought of his niece, he looked to his left as a car drove passed.

Turning his attention back to the road ahead of him, he noticed a park in the distance and decided to head there. Another thing that was on the Vampire's thoughts is the information he acquired recently from the library of one of his closest friends, Tristan. Marquas has been having a problem for quite a while; and no matter how hard he looked through his own extensive library, there was nothing. So biting the bullet, no matter how smug he knew the other would be, he asked and Tristan of course gloated; it was after all a topic they had been arguing over for years. Who had the better library? After months of searching in it, he was about to give up when he finally found answers in the library: the bloody smug bastard.

Running a hand through his hair again, he focused his attention ahead; what he found had, of course, surprised him and it seems that the vampire had been worrying for nothing. However, to an extent it was still something to worry slightly over but at least he knew why and what was happening.

Jumping over the fence to the park, he watched as a swing swung aimlessly with the wind screeching with every movement. Did they even oil those things? Turning his head, he observed the rest of the park before shrugging his shoulders and checking the time with a needless wave of his hand.

04:35am

"I should probably get back to the manor." He said with a sigh before strolling to the other side of the park, wanting to walk for a couple minutes more. Exiting the gate, he followed a random sign that headed to the right before he turned his attention to the stars once again and started naming some of the constellations and planets off the top of his head. Also taking note of which planets were currently visible.

After going on like that for two minutes, he got shocked out of his thoughts when he felt a small body run smack straight into him. Out of reflex, Marquas caught him, stopping him from getting injured. Looking shocked, Marquas stared down at a child. How could this boy approach without me realising? Even lost in thoughts and not paying attention, he could always tell when a human was near; this of course excludes some of the most powerful wizards and witches but this child was a muggle. And even if he had magic, he would be a muggle born who didn't have enough power especially at the age of 5 to hide their scents.

Unless….

Shaking his head, he promised to continue that line of thought later when he was alone and had Tristan's books. He looked at the child, who was looked quite alarmed before a determined expression crossed his features.

"Hello little one what are you doing out at this time. Where are you parents?" Marquas asked, his voice soft. He observed the child carefully, raising an eye brow when he shrugged his shoulders.

Taking in the sight of the boy with sharp eyes, Marquas looked at the small skinny frame- though not an unhealthily skinniness- stunning green eyes and the messiest black hair he had ever seen. Marquas raised an eye brow again before his eyes widened and then narrowed. Another thought crossed his mind but he would think about it and research when he got back to his manor.

"Hello Sir, I am out right now because I was looking for someone who could kill me, you see: maybe you could help me with that. My parents are gone they left me with Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon but they also left me with this curse thingy that causes me to be in a lot of pain. Aunt and Uncle don't know this though so can you please kill me?" The boy said, voice soft, eyes wide. Not noticing that Marquas froze as he spoke.

Marquas felt his mouth go dry and his eyes narrow in anger taking a breath he controlled his voice to stay the same so as to not frighten the boy. What kind of parents would do that to a child? What kind of curse was it? Whoever they were Marquas knew they would not last very long once he got his hands on them. He would make them pay for making a child no older than 5 to wish for death so much.

At least his aunt and uncle seemed to treat him well enough. Marquas sighed. Though the child was a stranger, he was oddly protective of him. Most probably because of what happened to his niece and how some circumstances were similar to what happened with her. Well from what she told Tristan, Dante and himself of course. He shook his head and heard the child sigh, disappointed; he got to his knees so he was the boy's height and then placed his hands on his shoulders before he looked into the others eyes and said softly

"I am sorry, but I'm afraid I can't do that, little one. Why do you wish for death so much? You cannot be older than 5 yet you seem desperate. You have not had the time to experience a life full of joy and happiness; if you die now you will never have the chance.

"Also from what you said to me and what I have observed, your Aunt and Uncle seem to care about you. If you die, how you do think they will feel? Your cousins and friends will all miss you. You are too young, little one and I am sure in a couple years you will surely regret it. Why wish for death when you have so much to live for, when life can turn around any time."

Seeing that the child was thinking about what he said and not going to answer he looked to the sky before turning his attention back to the boy. "I am Marquas, what is your name little one?"

Smiling softly, Marquas saw the child snap his attention back to him before a bright grin appeared on his face. That got Marquas smiling as well, glad that what he said seemed to have gotten all suicidal thoughts out of the boy's mind for now.

Speaking of the boy's mind; when he first looked in the boy's eyes, he started to go through his memories. Some of which made him beyond pissed off at the child's parents. Gently, Marquas pulled out of the boys mind making sure that he didn't alert him at all.

"Nice to meet you, Marquas. My Aunt and Uncle told me that my Evil Freak Parents called me Harry James Potter but we changed my name to Xavier, Xavier Hunter Durserly." He introduced himself, saying Marquas name better than what he would imagine any 5 year old could manage.

"You know Marquas your name is weird so I think I will call you Markey instead." Xavier said with a frown which nearly cause Marquas to laugh but he managed to keep a straight face.

Bloody hell Dante and Tristan would have a field day if they heard this. Shaking his head with a smile on his face, he ruffled Xavier's hair. "Well it is a pleasure to meet you Xavier and that is fine but if you ever meet my brother and a friend of mine, I beg you not to call me that in front of them." He commented with a smirk before standing and lifting up the boy, carrying him over back to the park.

Marquas placed Xavier down on a random park bench before he sat next to him; observing him and the way the shadows moved around him with sharp eyes. His eye brows shot up before a smile came over his face at the boy's next question.

"Hey Markey, since I am not going to die. Will you be my friend?" Xavier asked with a grin causing Marquas to lose all composure and start laughing.

"Sure thing, kiddo" He smiled before blinking when he suddenly had his arms full of a five year old and being hugged tightly. He looked at Xavier who was smiling brightly at him and smiled back before wrapping his arms around the boy, casting a heating charm on Xavier so he wouldn't get cold.

5 years later.

Resting back in his seat, Marquas stared into the fire a wine glass in his hand and a frown on his face. Today, it would be exactly five years since he met Xavier and his life had changed dramatically since that day for the better… or for the worse he was still trying to work out.

For one thing, the kid was one of the most amusing humans he had met in his whole life: which was saying something considering his age. The other being, all little sanity he had left over from when his niece showed up, had been slowly declining when Xavier came. Shuddering Marquas thought of what the two of them combined would be like; he had no doubt that they would get along. The two together would be a recipe for disaster; the nicknames they were dubbed really suited them, Eris and Loki: Strife and Mischief. 'Maybe I shouldn't have them meet. I think I may be driven insane especially if they start pranking.'

Marquas sighed running a hand through his hair before clicking his fingers summoning a book that he had borrowed from Tristan's library. Catching the book as it appeared out of nowhere and dropped into his hands Marquas stood up and walked over to his desk where he placed the book down as well as his wine glass. Sitting down gracefully Marquas pulled some of his paper work towards him intending to look through the notes he took when he returned from his first meeting with Xavier. Finding what he was looking for after a short a while he reread everything with a frown. He had found answers to most of the questions he had taken down that night but he was still yet to find some for the rest. Placing the paper down on his desk he turned to the book his summoned and turned to the first page; hopefully this one could provide him with more answers.

The vampire read through the first chapter carefully taking sips of his glass as he did so only to stand up sharply as he felt a sudden burn at his neck. A murderous expression crossed his features as he pushed his chair away, clicking his fingers as he did so summoning a cloak throwing it over his shoulders as he concentrated on the magic he felt from the locket that was coming from Xavier and without a sound he was gone.

Appearing on the roof of the Durserlys household a moment later he waved his hand making him invisible so he could see the situation that the boy was in without being noticed. Looking around the area he saw the Durserlys running at a barrier trying to get through which from the feel of the magic the old man put up. Taking in the old man's appearance he frowned. 'Now that's interesting' he thought eyes narrowed as his gaze turned to the other two humans. One a man who had messy black hair and who had his disgusting hands on Xavier the other was a women with red hair. It was a fairly easy deduction to work who these three were.

All thoughts that were running through the Vampires mind vanished when he saw the Potter Lord reaching out grabbing Xavier's shoulder who started screaming as he was dragged down the drive way of the Durserlys resident. 'Well now he's done it' Marquas thought while his eyes were narrowed dangerously.

"You know that is called kidnapping and can get you thrown in prison Mr Potter then using such dark magic on a child, what would the light side say to that? Tut Tut" Marquas drawled making himself visible before he threw the Potter lord back with a wave of his hand.

Seeing the old man try to approach Xavier as Lilly Potter helped her husband up who turned up to look at him whilst approaching the boy Marquas jumped from the roof landing gracefully in front of the boy and hiding him from the vision of the three.

"Now who may you be?" Dumbledore asked faking kindness.

"If I said none of your fucking business would you get out of my sight?" The Vampire asked while with his magic he healed all injuries Xavier had

"I'm afraid not Sir. You see that boy behind you needs to return to his family" The old man replied still with the persona of kindness but to Marquas who had spent centuries reading people he could see that the old man wanted to see if he could gain an ally or if the Vampire was an enemy.

"Really?" Marquas asked with a confused look "That is strange. You see I thought this lovely family behind me was his family." He said while removing the barrier Dumbledore put up then pushing the boy into the Durserlys house sealing it with another one that would stop the old man and his two followers to enter.

"Now that is some powerful magic you are displaying young man" Albus said frowning slightly before looking confused as the other started laughing.

"Me young? Maybe you have had to many lemon drops Albus Dumbledore" Marquas said still laughing "It is rather sad if even the leader of the light can't notice a Vampire when he is right in front of him" Marquas stopped laughing an evil smirk crossing his handsome features as the Headmaster eyes widened.

"Now another thing I must point out is the Leader of the light using incredibly dark magic. Wasn't your father sent to Azkaban for using that same spell. Tut tut. What is the world coming to?" He asked mockingly "Though I guess you should also be locked up for the death of your dear baby sister. Such a shame" He laughed as all kind expression disappeared from Albus' face as he pulled out his wand and sent a curse to Marquas who easily made the spell dissipate before it even reached him.

"You asked who I was?" Marquas said still smirking as he sent a curse to James who tried to attack him while he was focused on the headmaster "Really that isn't very honourable Mr Potter, and I thought you were a Gryffindor….Actually never mind I take that back."

"Yes I did" Albus said voice filled with anger as he pointed his wand at the Vampire while using his other hand to send a wandless spell hoping to catch him of guard. No such luck though. Much like his last spell it dissipated before it even reached its target.

"Well I am your worst nightmare" He said with a large grin clenching his fist before opening it like a small explosion; an explosion which happened sending the trio flying out of the premise of Number 4 privet drive.

Hearing Xavier's laughter he walked towards the door crouching in front of the boy a concerned expression crossing his features "Are you alright?" He asked gently smiling when he saw the nod. "Good. Pack your bags we are leaving" He stated putting a hand over Xavier's mouth "It is no longer safe for you here. You can still see your family but they will agree it is better for you not to be here. Especially after they have recovered, they will be back with more though. I would not ask this of you unless there was no other choice. Do you understand Xavier?" He asked the boy smiling when he got a hesitant nod.

"Good now go I want to be out of here as soon as possible. I will be up in a moment to help" He said watching as the boy ran upstairs. Waiting a moment he turned to the three. "I am sorry to have to do this." He got two understanding nods by Petunia and Vernon Durserly. Dudley having run upstairs to help his cousin packs, as well as say farewell.

Walking up the stairs and towards Xavier's bedroom the Vampire stood in the doorway watching the two with a small frown before waving his hand everything packing itself. Thus drawing the attention of the two conversing boys Xavier nodding in thanks running to give Marquas a quick hug while Dudley just looked at him frowning.

"You have an hour until we have to leave. I will be putting up wards to protect your family." Marquas said turning and walking towards the door before a voice interrupted him.

"Why can't you put wards up and Hunter stays?" Dudley whined. It was his birthday and thanks to those people it was ruined!

Marquas only rolled his eyes without turning to face the boys.

"Because the wards that I would need to put up for that take far too long to set up, time I'm afraid we do not have. So Mr Durserly this is the only option we have with our short time limit. Do try not to complain too much, your whining is quite irritating."

The Vampire clicked his fingers summoning the trunk with Xavier's belongings shrinking it and placing in one of his inside pockets.

Walking down the stairs Marquas went outside and begun the process of the wards.

~~~~ 1 hour later! ~~~~

Marquas walked into the house after double checking that the wards would protect the Durserly family. Using his hearing he to find where Xavier was he walked over to the lounge room where Xavier was saying good bye again standing in the door way he cleared his throat drawing the attention of the rooms occupants.

"We have to leave now Xavier." He said before turning and walking to the entrance hall giving them some privacy.

Looking around out that ridiculously clean place he stood unmoving until he felt Xavier arrive next to him. Turning to look at the boy he sighed seeing that his eyes were red "Are you ready." He asked frowning slightly.

"As ready as I ever will" Xavier replied attempting a smile.

Marquas nodded before putting his hand on Xavier's shoulder then using the shadows, he appeared into his office which was located within his main mano