The Scivolare Drago- Begins

A/n: Hey everyone ! Sorry I have been out of loop lately. Um so I decided to write a new fic. I honestly don't know where this story will take me. But I hope to receive inspiration from you.. the readers.

So to explain and translate the Italian: The Slithering Dragon I think it sounds cooler in Italian. This is a spoof off of the Batman comics lol… so the Superhero's name is the Scivolare Drago (shiv- oh-lar-ay) its kind of like saying chivalry ( Drey-go) like prego but drago instead.

Summary: Posthogwarts The war is over. Draco has moved back to the land of his forefathers. Rome, Italy. Reconstruction of lives damaged in the war begins. CEO of his Family's Legacy, Will Draco make himself a new identity ? Will a certain bushy haired Auror get in the way? Draco's mission is to make sure what happened to him in England won't happen to anyone else.

Chapter 1 (Draco POV)

"Rome was as beautiful as my mother said it would be," I said to Gerard my butler, loyal butler and servant of the Malfoy family for thirty years. I had only just arrived to Rome two hours ago, and already found it very diverting. I looked at my watch 12:35 p.m. Mr. Morretti sent me an owl about the meeting at 1:00. Damn. I only had a few minutes for lunch before I had to sit through endless hours of brown nosers trying to get my money. At the age of twenty-one, I was in charge of Malfoy Industries. It was all his, ever since his father died in final battle. Though he spread some of the responsibility, the base of every decision lied in his capable hands. Draco Malfoy, 6'0 in stature, chiseled body that had been in a photo shoot of Witch Weekly, platinum blonde hair with smokey grey eyes.

"Yes, I am sure Lady Malfoy would approve." He responded taking my luggage into the Chateau.

I was greeted by the house elves that stood in a line awaiting the arrival of their master. I smiled at them and dismissed them to their duties. Spaghetti with meatballs was awaiting me in kitchen I hurriedly ate, and changed into my suit and said goodbye to Gerard.

Picturing a sleek board room with lots green accents I apparated to headquarters of Malfoy Industries.

Moments later, I entered the office. One look, one fleeting glance inside this room and you could literally put shivers down your spine. I could sense it a mile away. The corruption of these men was powerful. Except for Moretti that is who greeted me with a warm smile. They held much sway in Rome. I hated it, it echoed inside my skull like a migraine that was so painful it began dulling my brain. I hated the sheer fact that these men made Rome go around with their greedy dealings and underhanded tactics. The idea of taking a meeting with them was even more taxing on his soul. Greeted by middle aged men, most of them my father's friends. How much I despised the lot of them, Macnair was seated in the middle of the table he glanced up as I arrived. Shooting him a death glare he fumbled with his papers and looked down. Since the end 

of my Hogwarts days, and the final battle, most death eaters had been hunted by the families of those they had tortured and put in Azkaban.

In fact the only one I could trust in this room was Morretti. It had been three years since I had left Hogwarts. Being twenty and powerful businessman I had helped rebuild England from the final battle. Within England I had heard of a wizarding mafia that had grown strong within the past few months. I secretly was investigating these criminals calling themselves the "i fratelli di anarchia", translated which means Brothers of Anarchy.

"Attention." He said, "We are here to discuss the investments of one of the richest families in Rome the Fratelli's."

Jerked out of my daydream, I listened intently this certainly sounded like the mafia. The suspected Mafia boss was Anthony Fertelli. But since he had so many secret identities and lots of manpower, it was hard to tell for certain. Could this somehow be connected to the mafia? It was hunch, but my hunches were usually right.

"They have a big shipment coming in tonight on dock 73a in Naples it should arrive at 10:00 p.m. from the United States." Morretti glanced at me with a knowing smile. I nodded in agreement; the Scivolare Drago would be there to play.

7:30 p.m.

I apparated to the chateau, Going to my bedroom I went to bookcase and pulled ever so lightly on Magical Beasts and Where To Find Them revealing a secret passage to the Lair. I walked over to find Gerard finishing the last touches to my Lair.

"With all due respect, you are thinking too much again, Sir. You are Draco Malfoy, billionaire playboy and one of the most influential and charitable identities of not only England but the entire world. I know what's going through your mind right now, your vigilante idea -again, with all due respect. Can one man truly change an entire city?"

Gerard was always honest, his delivery short and sweet and down to the point. I couldn't ask for more in a butler, a friend, a father. But I also didn't truly need Gerard's advice either. This vigilante idea, it had evolved from a mere idea. Shrugging it off, I smiled at him and grabbed my suit. (its hard to explain but it is like the green arrows costume without the bow and arrow. He just uses his wand and has a freakin awesome broom to see his costume go to my profile)

The feeling my suit gave me was so addicting. I felt invincible and powerful. I could be whomever I wanted to be and not worry about paparazzi or a boardroom full of power hungry men watching my every move. No expectations, responsibilities or stuffy boardrooms. Perfect.



Summoning my broom with my wand, I mounted it and sped off into the night. Rome was a wonder at night many lights were ablaze, many moving headlights of cars lighted my way through the night.

Later at dock 73a…(Hermione POV)

Further into the abandoned dock, I kept contact with a witch in her mid twenties, with long, silvery hair. Following the defeat of The Death Eaters and the destruction of Voldemort, Luna Lovegood had become an auror, she had come a long way from being a freaky weirdo to one of the final battles praised heroes. "Okay Mione, you got this" said Luna as she ruffled some papers, "the drop off is supposed to happen at ten sharp. If delivery is successful, we could have a real mess on our hands."

"Okay I got it. Thanks Luna" I muffled into the two way mirror, "I will contact you later when the mission is a success."

"Good luck" said Luna as her face melted back into the mirror.

Staring intently at the entrance to the docks, I looked for any signs of the "mafia" who were supposed to intercept a package of a mysterious nature. We had received the tip earlier this afternoon. I was sent to discover what the package contains. I believed that the mafia was not only in Italy but had shown up in England as well. Last week we busted a so called mafia member in downtown London. When investigating he said he was a delivery boy, when I looked closer he had a tattoo that said "i fratelli di anarchia". Brothers of Anarchy, that's what it said translated into English.

All Aurors are required to dress in black robes and cover up their face or else their identity could be compromised. The challenge and excitement of it all was what I really loved. I had developed a taste for danger as a result, I guess I can blame Harry for that. All of his adventures he would drag Ron and I into. I was used to near death situations by now, and decided to become an auror after Hogwarts.

While pondering this I heard voices and hurried footsteps enter the docks. I couldn't understand what they were saying since they were speaking in Italian. I looked at the freight box and noticed a logo. Taking a second look I couldn't believe my eyes. Malfoy Industries.

"Let's get it down from here quickly and quietly." said a masked man who had an English accent.

I had managed to climb edge around the corner silently with ease and took out my wand. But before I could do anything, a bolt of lightning filled the sky. As the lightning struck again the figure now stood. A long dark shadow rising behind him only causing him to be more imposing. Without hesitation the figure leapt from a towering pile of freight containers, his long cape 

flowing behind him. Making him appear as if a dark creature was descending from above to hell.

"Talk to me you scum," he said in a deep menacing voice. Lifting his wand menacing the villain began to mumble in Italian.

"non parlo di ingles" said the very scared Italian man.

("I don't speak English.")

"bene il suo il suo giorno fortunato perché parlo italiano" said the masked hero, "Per chi lei lavora?"

(Well today is your lucky day because I speak Italian, Who do you work for?)

"Anthony Fratelli?" asked the caped crusader. The man's eyes widened, he nodded in fright.

"ringraziarla, lei il pezzo sporco di schiuma"

(thank you, you filthy piece of scum.)

"Chi la sono?" asked the petrified man.

(who are you")

"Sono il che scivolare drago!" said the dark figure menacingly, with another bolt of lightning, he was gone.

(I am the Scivolare Drago!)

I snuck back out of the docks to my black jetta. I know I am a witch but the car helped with my cover. I was about to unlock the doors when I heard a deep voice behind me.

"Shit" I said as I turned around.

I turned around to find a tall man dressed in green and black a masked on his face that resembled a dragon. Grey eyes that pierced me, and gave a look of surprise.

"You speak English?" he said again in that deep voice of his.

"Yes, I do." I said trying not to look down.

"What are you doing here?" he asked looking around, "there are dangerous men about."

"Oh, really…" I said as I pulled my wand out of my robes, "Feel free to point them out." I tried my best to act strong but inside my heart was beating too much for its own good

A smirk spread across this man's face, "What if I told you I was one of those men?"



"Are you?" I asked my voice shaky.

"No, I came to notify you that the mafia is under control of Anthony Fratelli, and has plans to take over the Agency of Magical Affairs, AMA to you ministry employees."

"How did you-" I started. But before I could ask anymore, he was gone.

Confused and frightened by this encounter, I called Luna's name into the mirror, and relayed to her the facts of the last few moments.

"I'm off to Rome." I said to her starting my car.

"Why?" she asked.

"Malfoy Industries." I said, "The headquarters are in Rome."

With that I got on the motorway and was off.

A/n: okay you can give me your honest opinion. If you can tell it's a spin off from batman. Please don't be too harsh…

hermy