An: I own nothing; this is a Van Helsing/Harry Potter with some x-men twist to it. It was inspired by the one shot Echoes by ToTheBeatofMyOwnDrummer. Also child abuse mentioned.

Harry Van Helsing

Vernon arrived home early, bursting to tell his wife and son the wonderful news that he received at work. He virtually skipped he was so excited. He hurried through the door tossing his things at Harry before charging into the living room to tell Petunia and Dudley his grand news.

Harry barely managed to catch everything that was thrown at him, if he could just keep off of Vernon's radar for the evening he might be able to eat. He quickly put his uncle's coat and briefcase away before heading back into the kitchen. Harry quickly examined and seasoned everything he was making for dinner that night. He was setting the table quietly, listing to the news that his uncle was dying to tell his aunt and cousin.

"Vernon what has happened?"

"Well, I was told today that we are to go to a conference in Rome. I am to get contacts for expansion possibilities. If I play this right, well the possibilities are endless as to how far up in the company I could get." Vernon said with excitement. He was practically bouncing he was so happy. Petunia looked at Vernon with eyes shining with tears of joy, while Dudley looked at his father in confusion.

"When is the conference?"

"Two days. The freak can pack for us." Vernon said with an evil grin

"Are we going to leave him here? The boy is only just turned six." Petunia bit out. "I will not have my house destroyed by the brat."

"Of course not Pet. I will see if Mrs. Figg can watch him." Vernon said as he headed for the phone.

"Do let her know we are in a bit of a pickle, your sister went in for surgery on her foot and won't be able to move around for weeks."

"Oh. Hope she will be alright." Vernon said with concern dialing the phone *Mrs. Figg, this is Vernon Dursley, I was wondering if you would be able to watch my nephew for four days this week?*

Pause

*Oh. I see. Yes, I hope your sister feels better. Good night*

"Damn. Petunia can you think of anyone else?"

"Start calling the neighbors, see if one of them can take the freak."

After several more phone calls the Dursleys were out of options. As much as they did not want to take the boy they would have to. The neighbors could not know how they treated the boy. So Harry's fate was sealed he was going to Rome with the Dursleys.

The next day was a blur of washing and packing. The Dursleys got Harry his fist set of nice clothes; Harry loved them, while his aunt said that he was to only wear them when in public. The point that he would bring shame to the family if he were seen in the hand-me-downs that he normally wore, was hammered home by the beating that Vernon delivered that night. Vernon punctuated each word of his warning with a hard smack from his belt while Petunia looked on. Harry did not give Vernon the satisfaction of crying. He held on to the hope that someone in the city would be able to assist him, that someone would let him get away. After this last thought he passed out due to the pain that raked his body. Once he got his last shots in on the boy, he dragged him by his arm to the cupboard under the stairs and dumped him in.

Harry was woken early by his aunt banging on the door.

"I am up." Harry answered in a raspy voice just loud enough for his aunt to hear through the door. He slowly started to shift and get himself into a sitting position. He hiss quietly when he tried to stand up, his back was stiff and he could hardly stand up straight. He stumbled his way out to the kitchen to start breakfast. Once he had everything plated and served his eat quickly in the kitchen and clean every counter like his life depended on it. By the time six thirty arrived he has the luggage in the entrance waiting for the cab to show up.

By the time the cab got there, Dudley had changed his mind about whether or not he really wanted to go. With much coxing and promises that he could eat anything that he wanted; Dudley caved, pouting about not getting enough pocket money. Harry was forced to take out all of the luggage by himself, making impossible for him to stand up.

Once they were through air port security, Harry was able to sit in one of the chairs several down from his relatives. He sighed as he shifted into a more comfortable position. The hard plastic chairs made the act of getting comfortable, anything but, though to poor Harry it was heaven. He dozed lightly, while at the same time trying to keep an eye open, to make sure that he was not left behind. He knew that it would not be a great tragedy if he was left behind, but he had a nagging feeling that he had to get out of the UK.

He shook his head and glanced down the way to his relatives. Dudley was pouting trying to get Vernon to make the plane get there faster. Petunia was trying to get Dudley's mind off of the wait, by offering him sweets.

Standing next to a pillar was a tall man with emerald green eyes watching the boy and his family. He was wearing a wide brimmed black leather fedora, long black leather duster over a black mock turtle neck, and black leather vest with a fob chain with what looked like holy symbols from all over the world. His black leather pants and black high topped boot completed his odd look. Anyone that would notice would say he looked to be from a different era.

The man sighed when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"The transportation arranged brother?"

"Yes, we leave in an hour. Is that him?" the man's brother asked. Anyone who look their way would have said they were twins, save for the eyes.

"Yes." The green eye man sighed.

"Why does he wince when he moves?" The man's blue eyed brother asked with a hint of a growl coming with the question.

"Peace little brother; I will explain it all as we travel home."

An: So hope you like. R&R, guys I see you reading any feedback would be good. Please ^,,^