Eternal
Marcus Black
Life was a dream for Marcus. His family was rich, Regulus had converted galleons into muggle money before Marcus' father was born and they still had around £3 million. He was rich, handsome, had lots of love and had the attention of many, everywhere he went.
Of course, Marcus would have found it hard to adapt to this new life, maybe even impossible, if it wasn't for Riddle. He was there whenever Marcus wanted him, ready to teach him and guide him. It was a perfect partnership. Considering Tom didn't want him dead anymore, Marcus found him to be an alright guy.
When Marcus was five, he had a fight with some other boys in the playground, he fought well against several of them, before one of them snuck up behind him and sent him flying through the air. This one was small, yet the respect the others showed him told Marcus he was in charge. The boy had only moved his hand, and Marcus's eyes widened in surprise. He decided he would wait until he could corner the boy alone, then he'd tell him about magic.
Marcus hid behind the school bins that night, until about 3:20 when the boy came out, a sneer upon his face.
"I despise this place." He sighed to himself, getting ready to walk home.
"Hey." Marcus said, surprising the boy, who whirled around, anger in his eyes, and dropping into a fighting stance. "Easy, I don't want to fight. I saw what you did to me earlier."
"Oh yeah, who're you going to tell? Stuff like that doesn't happen. You're crazy." The boy huffed and walked off.
"No, it's called magic. You're a wizard."
"And you are too?" the boy asked, shocking Marcus as he appeared to already know he was a wizard.
"No, I'm a muggle. But why are you here if you're a wizard?" Marcus asked, intrigued.
"You're a muggle?! How do you know about wizards? How do you know about muggles?"
"I just do ok, what's your name anyway? I'm Marcus Black."
"I shouldn't really say my name, my dad may hate me, and my mum is never home, yet I'm kinda famous among wizards for something my grandfather did. If I told you, I could be kidnapped. Anyway, you're a Black? That's an old wizard line that died out about a hundred years ago; I'm their youngest living descendant."
"No you're not. I am. I'm the illegitimate grandson of Regulus Black, so technically I could claim the vaults, but as a muggle it'd be kinda hard."
"Regulus Black? He died over a hundred years ago. You can't possibly be his grandson!"
"I am though, so my parents must be older than I thought they are. I guessed they were about 40, I guess 70 may be closer, for my dad at least. He's Regulus's son."
"I really shouldn't be discussing the wizarding world with you. Tell you what, come see me here tomorrow at 4, and I'll tell you all I can." The boy said, looking at Marcus as they reached the boys house. It was quite luxurious, almost as good as Marcus's.
"Deal, I never caught your name anyway, what is it?"
"Michael Henderson."
"Henderson? That's not a wizarding line is it?"
"No, my mum is the witch out of my two parents, and my dad dislikes magic. My mum's maiden name is why I'm a bit famous. Well, I only get admiration and questioned about my grandfather or my mother, who is a Potions Mistress. It annoys me to no end sometimes."
"I know how you feel." Marcus said, remembering the times the paparazzi had stalked him because he was the heir to the quite wealthy Black line. If only they knew its true wealth in the Wizarding World.
"I like you kid, I'll see you tomorrow. Oh I remember now, I never told you my mother's maiden name. It's Potter."
Michael closed the door as Marcus looked on in shock. Lily was still alive! His daughter Lily was still alive! He wanted to race in after Michael and tell her who he was, yet he knew he mustn't, slightly dejectedly, he started to walk away, until suddenly there was someone in front of him.
"Hello Marcus, forgot to tell me something?" Riddle asked.