Antonio Cortalioni was not a happy man. He had discovered that one of his associates were stealing from the supply, and needed to be paid a little visit. No one steals from Shy Tony and gets away from it. Now tony was sitting in his car at number 6 Privet Drive, Surrey, deciding how to best approach the situation when a small boy with messy black hair walked out of the neighboring house.

The boy looked around three years old and was wearing baggy, threadbare clothes, with broken glasses perched on his nose. Tony watched as he immediately started weeding some flowerbeds with what seemed years of experience, but that's not what caught his attention. Tony could almost see the magic radiating from the little boy. He could feel it pulsating and was intrigued that such a powerful child was residing in a muggle suburb.

Tony came from a large Italian family. And like all Italian families they put family as the most important thing. Seeing a child with such large bruises and probably and other injuries working in the garden caused him to put a personal interest into the boy's family. Most people in Italy knew that if Shy Tony took a personal interest in your family, you were either rewarded greatly or you suffered terribly. Tony was leaning towards the latter for the family he had yet to meet.

Finally deciding to attend business, Tony got out of the car and approached Number 6 Privet Drive. He spent two hours 'talking' business with his associate, when he hear a shout.

"BOY, GET IN HERE!" the unknown man yelled. Tony Merely gave his associate a raided eyebrow in question before he answered.

"Don't worry about it, Tony. It is just the Dursleys calling in their nephew in to cook dinner."

Tony didn't show any emotion to hearing that, but inside he was plotting. He didn't know why, but the boy intrigued him and he knew powered like that shouldn't be left unattended. Nodding his head, he continued talking with the other man until he got bored and signaled his men to carry out the rest. Tony had lulled the man into a false sense of security, before he sent his men to finish.

Tony left the house after casting a silencing charm so no one could hear the screams and walked directly over to Number 4 Privet Drive, and knocked on the door. A horse faced woman opened the door, giving herself a nod, apparently approving his attire before greeting him. He said nothing, waiting for her to introduce herself. She seemed to take the hint.

"Hello I am Petunia Dursley. How may I help you?"

"Ah Mrs. Dursley. . .I am here for the black haired youth that resides here" he stated simply.

"Oh what has the freak done now?!" Tony was shocked at how quickly her expression changed at the mention of the boy. It was as if acid was dripping off her tongue when she said the word 'freak'. He did not like the situation at all.

"Well, if I may be invited in? I don't like talking about such . . . delicate matters in the open" Tony had pegged the perfectly when she began looking around, as if the neighbors were hiding in the bushes, waiting for gossip. She stepped aside and let him enter before scanning the street again and closing the door.

"Please Mr. . .?" She paused to allow him to say his name but he merely gave her a cool look, before she continues "let's retire to the sitting room. My husband will be joining us in the discussion of the boy." She finished. Tony could only sense one magic source in the entire house and he knew it was the boy. He continued to ponder how such a magical child could end up here when they entered the sitting room and Tony saw a large man in an arm chair.

Tony only needed five minutes to discover that this family hated the boy. They spoke about him only with disdain and, after observing the room, he notices that not a single photograph contained the boy. The Family seemed to house another boy who, like his father, was fair-hair and bigger than average; but the black-haired boy went by undetected. Finally, the woman, remembering her manners, left the room to prepare tea.

Tony merely sat with the large man in silence before his wife returned and sat down stating that the tea would be brought in soon. The woman noticed him looking at the family pictures on the mantle and began to praise her wonderful 'Duddykins' when the door opened again admitting the very child they had been talking about. He was carrying a tea tray, and seemed to be absorbed in watching the carpet as he laid everything out before preparing their cups.

Tony watched the boy and answered when he was asked he took his tea, but grew more concerned when the boy flinched when his uncle moved forward to retrieve his cup. When he saw the boy was about to leave, he decided to speak with him.

"Excuse me young boy, but what is your name?" He decided to ignore the flinch at the word 'boy' and waited for an answer. When the boy looked up, Tony was mesmerized by the boy's green eyes. They held a hidden depth of age and knowledge that should not have been present in any child his age, but what really caught his attention was the lightning bolt scar on his forehead. The boy was Harry potter.

Tony wanted to know what he was doing in this terrible muggle home. He was about to interrogate the Aunt and Uncle when the boy- Harry- spoke in a soft voice

"I don't know sir." The boy then turned and left the room before his uncle could yell.

Tony knew that Harry Potter had defeated the Dark Lord Voldemort four years ago which meant that he was five years old, but the boy that served him tea only looked three and that was being generous. Tony regarded the Horse and Whale again but asked one question in a calm controlled voice.

"How did you acquire that boy?"

The woman looked relieved that he didn't seem angry about the boy not knowing his name and eagerly answered.

"Oh he is the son of my dead sister. She and her husband were drunkards; they killed themselves in a car crash So put of the goodness of our hearts we took the boy in but he seems to be becoming just as stupid and worthless as his parents." The first part seemed rehearsed to him, but the second part held such malice that it could not be faked. In that instant Tony knew what he was going to do.

"I am taking him with me." He stated simply before rising and leaving the room to search for the boy. Tony just spotted him the kitchen when he heard a yell vibrate through the house.

"WHAT?" the whale had quite the set of lungs on him. Tony ignored the sputtering man and his ashen wife, before he took the boy and left. That was the last time Harry Potter would ever see Number four Privet Drive and the last time he would be treated like a slave.

Shy tony informed him that they would be moving to Italy, and that he would personaly adopt him. Two weeks after being rescued from the Dursleys Harry Potter became Antonio Nico Harry Cortalioni or Antonio Cortalioni the sixth. He started a new life as a member of the Cortalioni clan, gaining two older sisters, Annalisa and Emilia and he learned anout the worlds of magic.