Life on the Other Side
It had been two weeks since Petunia Dursley found her orphaned nephew, Harry, on the doorstep of Number 4, Private Drive. In that time, Vernon Dursley had been given a promotion, following a trip to Queens, New York. You see, Vernon had a nasty plan, similar to the Grinch. He had the laugh down and everything. His planm, ladies and gentelmen, would later leadto Harry's rule over the largest empire on the planet. Crime. His plan, my dear friends, was to abandon none other than his own nephew. Harry Potter. This plan took place three days into the vacation.
At three, Vernon drove with his entire family to the Empire State Building. They left Harry in the car. Vernon, however biased, knew law. He knew that in nowhere in America was Harry's fingerprints. In nowhere in America was anything with his name on it. He knew that nowhere in America was his fingerprints. He knew he was in the clear. Dudley was too young, he reasoned, to remember Harry. He and Petunia were never to discuss Harry again, as they had sworn that day. The Dursleys arrived home at five, and Harry was not with them. As planned.
At four-fourty, Vincent Marcello. Underboss of the Bachoroni Family, and Jimmy Marcelllo, Soldier, and brother to Vincent, were driving away from the New York border of the Arctic Ocean. They had been on official mafia business that is still unknown.
"What the hell." Vicent muttered, looking into the car at the abandoned child. Harry was struggling in his blanket. Vernon had left the windows rolled up. Vincent and Jimmy were mortified
"Fuckin' bastards." Jimmy commented, walking up to the car. He looked at Vincent. "What're you fuckin' waitin' for? Get him outta there!" Vincent cried.
"Wha-! Well, I mean-" Vicent shoved him out of the way and bashed the passenger's window in with his elbow. He flung the door open and pullled Harry from his carseeat. Vicent cradled Harry, who was gasping for air. Jimmy looked at him with concern.
"What da we do with him, man?" Jimmy asked, finally finding his voice. "We ain't leavin' him here." Vincent said firmly.
"We can't raise a kid," Jimmy cried. "After last night-"
"What do we do, then?" Vincent countered. Jimmy opened and closed his mouth several times, his mind a blank.
"Right. Let's go, man." They got in the car and drove towards Don Charlie Bachoroni's mansion, telling him of the child they had found.
"Well," Bachoroni started, sympathetic towards their situation. "We'll have to keep him." His Capo, Nico Moretti, started to speak but was silenced when the Don raised his hand. "Orphanages are filled with epidemics. I will not be responsible for the death of an infant." Moretti nodded, glaring daggers at Vincent. The Don then ushered everyone from his office.
They drove to the apartment. Jimmy exploded.
"What the fuck are we gonna do? I'm not good with kids! Who's takin' care of him? Things are too heated an-"
"FUCKIN' SHUT UP!" Vincent roared. He massaged his temples. "You're givin' me a fuckin' migraine." Jimmy shook his head but replied softly.
"Still, man." This time Vincent shook his head. They went to bed early, waking up with hangovers the next morning.
Later, they placed Harry in the care of high ranking soldier, Dante Limbardi, future Underboss. He was full of joy at being granted this honor, very uncharacteristically of him.
Eight months later, a shoot out took place the Atlantic coast of Maine. Jimmy was one of the first casualties, getting shot in the throat with a double barrel shotgun. Vicent was enraged and wiped out nearly a fifth of their oppressors. He was wounded in the shoulder and his ear was shot offf but he took no notice of it until about ten minutes after the battle.
Three weeks later, Vincent was almost fully recovered, when police stormed his apartment and arrested him for his ties with the Mafia. They tortured, threatened and beat him. He never breathed a word.
Far away, in Queens, New York, Harry Potter, newly Christianed Eduardo Limbardi was crying and balling for his savior.
