Disclaimer I'm not JK Rowling (She is a much better author than I). I do not own Harry Potter or any characters from Harry Potter world of literature. Just this little assembly of words…
Prologue
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 with it. Now Tony was sitting in his car in front of number 6 Privet Drive, deciding how to best approach the situation when a small boy with messy black hair walked out of the neighbouring 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 was 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 signalled for his driver to wait a few more minutes as he observed this compelling child. It also served to make his associate more anxious as he watched the child moved quickly through the gardening and on to another flowerbed in record time. Tony was about to leave the car when the boy stood up and used his shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and Tony saw the large bruises on his torso.
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 a large bruises, and probably other injuries working in the garden caused him to put a personal interest into the boys 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 to business, Tony got out of the car and approached number 6 Privet Drive. Tony spent two hours 'talking' business with his associate, when he heard a shout.
"BOY, GET IN HERE!" The unknown man yelled. Tony merely gave his associate a raised eyebrow in question before he answered.
"Don't worry about it, Tony. It's just the Dursleys calling in their nephew 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 knew power like that shouldn't be left unattended. Nodding his head, he continued talking with the other man until he got bored and signalled 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 having his men cast a silencing charm so no one would hear the screams and walked directly over to number 4 Privet Drive, and knocked on the door. A horse-faced woman answered the door, giving herself a nod, apparently approving of 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 about that black-haired child 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 if acid was dripping from her tongue when she said the word 'freak'. He did not like this 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 woman perfectly when she began looking around, as if the neighbours were hiding in her bushes, waiting for gossip. She stepped aside and let him enter before scanning the street again, and then closing the door.
"Please, Mr…?" she paused to allow him to say his name but he merely gave her a cool look, before she continued "let's retire to the sitting room. My husband will be joining our discussion of the boy" She finished. Tony could only sense one magic source in the entire house and 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 armchair.
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 noticed that not a single photograph contained the boy. The family seemed to house another boy who, like his father, was fair-haired and bigger than average; but the black haired boy went by undetected. Finally, the woman remembered her manners and 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 'Duddikins' 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 asked how 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, Tony 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 his bright 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 around 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 and asked one question in a calm and 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 out 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 last part held malice that could not be faked. In that instant Tony knew what he was going to do.
"I'm taking him with me." He stated simply before rising and leaving the room to search for the boy. Tony just spotted him in 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 faced wife, before he took the boy and left. That was the last time Harry Potter would ever see number 4 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 personally 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 about the world of magic.