A/N: Ah, good ol' Tomarry. This is actually the only story I've ever planned out on (digital) paper, instead of in my head, so hopefully that will make it easier to update. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
Sum: Harry Potter, a man with unusual luck, finds himself working as a maid to pay off his uncle's debt. The only worse thing is that he's working for the mafia family that runs the town, and subsequently, Don Tom Riddle. He soon rises to become an actual mafioso and make a few good friends. Though he finds there may be more to life than survival, an upstart rival gang, and a strange prophecy threaten the safety of the family. Can Harry and Tom find love and understanding through the boss' challenging past and present, or will the future be cut short?
Pairings: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle, Ron/Hermione, Remus/Sirius
They called this an oasis.
There was a story about it. About death, luck, and a man who founded this town in the desert. Peverall, they called him. But this isn't that story, and it would hardly matter to someone who is not a citizen. Maybe we'll get to it another time. For now, remember the town. This present day, it has grown from that story long ago.
Just off Route 77 (the only highway in the Red Desert), nestled above underground caves flowing with precious water, lay the city of La Rosa. Hardly a rose that smelled sweet. The air itself was mostly smog and cigarette smoke. It was a place filled with black and grey buildings, casting shadows on the narrow streets and shady dealings. It was the only area you could get a drink for miles around.
You'd more likely find cheap alcohol than the water our town is known for.
People move here for the adventure. For the passionate romance of the desert. They stay for the gambling and free-flowing alcohol.
Isolated, it was a city that created business on it's own. Making money using smoky casinos and hazardous factory work; both leeching off the young and unfortunate. When the people were finally busted and down on their luck from gambling away money, the sharks swooped in. Drawn in by the smell of fresh desperation to offer a loan of money no one is ever able to repay without sacrifice. Life's savings or anything else of value they own is given over to the mafia.
Then, the people march back to work in the dangerous factories wearing oil-stained overalls. Risking machine accidents just to get by. Find a promotion to work somewhere else, and the cycle repeats. It was a dirty place, both in its streets and in its practices.
If this was an oasis, it was tainted with grime and overflowing with spent blood.
There used to be four familia that ran the behind the scenes, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, and Slytherin. The first two died out long before this generation, placed their cards on the wrong tables. Only recently, five years ago, did Gryffindor surrender itself to Slytherin. Those who knew about the mob, but weren't in the know, could only speculate on how this was done. The most popular theory involved double agents and blackmail. Not that the true reason would ever make it past Slytherin's headquarters.
One thing was for sure, a single man alone ruled this desert city. One man was responsible.
But that's not who we meet first. No, that man is much too dangerous.
Harry Potter on the other hand, now he could hardly break more than a nose. He was a young man, nearly twenty years of age. Straight backed, but scrawny, covered in dust and dirt from factory work. Living with hateful relatives and scraping up sickles off the street to save up for train ticket out of the city. The only thing that stood out about him were his bright green - almost luminescent - almond shaped eyes. You should keep in mind though, Harry Potter is very special. He is the reason we have this very story, after all. Since we've begun, let me tell you the whole thing. From the start…