Emerald Shadow

When Harry Potter is adopted by the Shadow King, the leader of the greatest Mafia clan in London, will the Wizarding World be able to adapt to the antics of an 11 year old Mafia heir?

Chapter 1: The Newborn Prince

At 3 AM, most of London was fast asleep, if one ignored the few drunken men only just stumbling home to their worried families. Three men walked in the shadows, making no sound but keeping up a swift pace. Upon reaching a small home, two of the men took up defensive positions on either side of the third as he burst into the home.

"Ah, Mr. Deveant, how may I help you?" A small man stood before Silas, wringing his hands nervously.

"You have avoided your monthly fees for the large loan I gave you for close to a year now. I have sent various people to warn you, however you have not heeded my warning. As such, I will be requesting my money to be payed back in full, with a 2 increase to cover the interest and another 5 for wasting my time. I will give you 12 hours to return the money in full, and if you refuse this command, you will disappear from this world without a trace." A look of horror dawned upon the man's face.

"Please, give me just a little longer. I'll give you a slave as interest if you allow me a few more years to save up the money. It is quite a large amount, you know."

"Continue." Silas Deveant felt anger bubbling up at the thought of the underground slave trade that existed in that small house.

"I have a new lad, ripe from training. Normally I would sell 'im for a pretty penny, ten thousand at the least. He's a l'il un, just coming on three years, but he can do almost any task. Of course, I only train my lads for normal duties; housekeeping and the like, but I can give extra training if thats the sorta thing you like." For the first time in over a decade, Silas felt like vomiting.

"Bring the boy out." The man stepped into another room, pulling a small boy with jet black hair and emerald green eyes out. Immediately Silas knew that he would adopt the boy as his own. He had seen and committed the most heinous of crimes, but he could not leave this small angel to the horrible life destined for him.

"Five years, no more, and I want a few things clarified." The man immediately brightened up.

"And what is that, sir?"

"I wish to know the name of the man who sold him to you."

"Mistah Deveant, us slave dealers have a deal with our suppliers and customers; we keep them all confidential. It's nothing against you, but even if you was the King we couldn't give out any names."

"I do not believe you understand me. That was not a request, but a command. I am much more power than the King, and I do not have the King's conscience. I would advise you to tell me."

"Mistah Deveant, I really can't. It'll ruin the business if possible customers doubt our secrecy." In the time it takes for one to blink, a knife had flown out of Silas' hand and had buried itself in the wall just an inch from the slave dealer's head.

"Alright alright keep your pants on! Dursley his name was, the man wot sold him to me. The lad's his nephew, but Dursley didn't want him, so he sold the lad to me for a pretty hefty fee. I could tell, y'know, that he'd be a prime catch as a slave, that's why I bought him." Silas picked up the boy, who had been standing off to the side, and with a nod of his head, he once again became a mere shadow in the alley.

"Smith, Marks. Find a Mr.Dursley and dispose of him. Or actually, leave him. I want to save him for when Harry here is old enough to enjoy it. I want you to find Harry's birth certificate, and have a room prepared for him." The two men who had been with him quickly departed.

An hour later, Silas sat in a small tavern with a sleeping Harry, two plates of steaming food in front of him. A gentle shake woke the boy, and Silas gestured to the food in front of them.

"For me?" Silas nodded. "Thank you, master!"

"Harry, don't call me master. If you do not mind, I would like to adopt you as my son. Would you be willing to become Harry Deveant, heir to the throne of Lower London?" A bright smile lit up Harry's face, and Silas knew that everything would be okay from then on.