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Portkeys were a fucking awful way to travel, who ever made them was sick and twisted person. This thought was the only thing besides trying not to throw up his guts that crossed Harry's mind. The goblins had warned him of the travel sickness when they handed him the charmed wrist watch, they fucked with him again that's for sure. Straightening up from his bent over position, he looked around his location. It appeared he had arrived outside a cottage style house that looked unused, garden overrun and wall paint chipping with tiles missing. Guess thirteen or so years of not being taken cared for does that to a house.

Upon entering the house (which required the unlocking charm as he as to small to reach the key hole) he noted that the place wasn't as bad as on the outside, mostly dust and outdated furniture. Walls would need some new paint and floorboards replaced, he noted there were no electrical appliance's due to magical interference. That was fine, he wasn't going to use magic here anyways other than learning any useful spells in the basement. With that he explored the house with a note book taken from his trunk, he noted everything that needed cleaning, fixing or replacing. He wasn't going to do it himself, no, he was in a toddlers body which couldn't even reach the key hole.

Leaving the house he headed for a pay phone, if he could find one that is, he needed to get a mobile phone. Yes, magic was an issue but he could afford to replace it if he wanted to. Eventually he found one, one that had a phone book with hotel addresses, searching for a hotel address close to his home. A few pages later he found one and fished some euro's from his gringotts pouch, those goblins may be dicks but they are helpful dicks, they also thought ahead and gave him a temporary translator, they had said he needed to learn himself, tch. The phone picked up

"Hello, Rosa hotel. How may I help you"

"I want to make a reservation for two weeks, my name is Renato Sinclair"

"Okay sir, I'll book you in. we'll see you soon"

The name had been decided before he left England and had been put on his passport, it was charmed to change as his looks did to avoid suspicion. It was also cheaper than continuously buying different passports to cover his tracks in case something went wrong, mostly if Voldemort had people here, or he made an enemy here somehow.

Afterwards he called a taxi which arrived in ten or so minutes, he didn't know. Maybe he needed a watch, he added it to the list anyways.

"Aren't you to young to be on your own kid" the driver asked, looking at him suspiciously.

"No, now take me to Rosa hotel" the driver shrugged and turned around and drove. Good, nosy man.

The hotel itself was nice, a sign with a rose and hotel name scrawled above the entrance, a few windows had balconies with potted plants.

"That's will be 9.50 euro's, can you even pay though" the man said with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, here's your money, good bye" harry shoved the money into the man's hand before jumping out and walking towards the hotel doors. The lobby was clean and the only person in the lobby beside himself was an oldish man with graying hair, two men in black suit stood beside him. Standing behind the man he couldn't help but over hear the man's conversation.

"Ninth, are you sure you're meeting lemitsu here" the guy on the right asked.

"Don't question ninth, he may be getting old but not forgetful" joked the left.

"coyate, schnitten. Quite you're bickering" the old man scolded. Harry watched the group as they walked into the diner where they serve food to the hotel guest.

Standing in font of the receptionist he coughed to get her attention, she did look around before looking down at him, she smiled at him.

"How can I help you little one?" she asked, silently he huffed in annoyance, that's getting to be real annoying real fast.

"I'm reserved under Renato Sinclair, ma'am" he said, she looked at him strangely.

"Are you sure, where are your parents" she asked, looking around.

"It's just me, can I have room keys now" he knew he sounded rude but she was being so annoying, seeing her sign and grab his room keys.

"Alright sir, room 12. Have a nice day" nodding at her he took the keys and headed for his room. He had some calls to make.

Harry looked at the hotel provided phone book, his little note book next to him with a list of things to be done.

"Hello, home renovators. How can we service you today" said the voice on the phone.

"Hi I need you to..."(really boring uninteresting stuff) Harry repeated the process with multiple different companies, all had said the work would be done in less than two weeks, all were given the name Renato Sinclair Just as a precaution of magical personals, he didn't need the magical press getting hold of his home address. The two weeks he had free would leave him time to explore some of Italy, and maybe find the magical side Italy.

Over the two weeks harry had explored a vast amount of Italy, he'd signed up to a few tours, gained a light tan, he finally got a watch and phone, and found the Italian magical side. It was similar to Britain except the place was more well. Italian looking. The place wasn't so dank or dark looking, The bank was run by Aguane's, beings which are similar to sayters. They were nicer to, always smiling unlike some goblins he knew. More importantly, he learned Italian and was beginning to learn Japanese after picking the choice from a hat. If you are wondering how he learned it so fast, well, there were potions to speed it up a little. The best thing was getting his eye's fixed, the only side effect was his pupils would expand over a period of time making his eye's completely black, he may need to use the little metamorphosis talent he had to keep his eye's green at hogwarts. They would claim he wasn't him for not having his well known 'mothers emerald eye's' or something. He didn't know, they lacked some brains back home.

He'd also taken to keeping an eye on the newspaper, both magic and muggle. It was thanks to the Italian muggle paper that he found the secret mafia paper as well, rumors sometimes leaked and his broker got him a subscription to said magazine. There were some people who had sparked his interest, that and the big mafia families swarming Italy. He had actually brought folders to fill with information on each of the mafia families, no matter how small. The folders had newspaper clippings as well as notes taken, their names, abilities, allies and location. The locals liked to gossip in pubs when drunk, plus whenever the bar man tried to make him leave all he had to do was pull out the goblin supplied emancipation card. Apparently it worked for both magic and muggle.

His folders were all bulging at the moment, the most full was about the vongola and their current boss, guardians and his adopted son, xanxus. He had a nagging thought that boy would cause a fair bit of trouble in the future. The other people who had caught his attention where Luce the future sky arcobaleno.

A scientist called Verde who armed the lightning flames, also known as Da Vinci's Reincarnation.

A teen called colonnello who was a rain flame user, He is in charge of the training ground behind Mafia Land and member of the COMSUBIN, he is known as an expert when it comes to using heavy artillery, using an anti-tank Rifle as his primary weapon.

Skull is a cloud flame user and said to be the next the Head of the combat forces for the Carcassa Famiglia, he always dressed in full leather outfit and a motorcycle helmet.

Viper, mist flame user. Known as the best spell-caster and illusionist however he was muggle with abilities like wizard's called an esper or something, along with this Viper has the ability to locate any person by sneezing into a piece of paper (he carries a roll of paper with him); the spit or mucus that sticks to the paper shows a map leading to where the desired person is, after much research he found this skill is to be known as Thoughtography.

Fon known to have storm flames. Originated from China and is also an experienced martial artist. After more research and information broker's he had found out the teen had been champion of the top martial arts' tournament in China for three years running. His special attack is called Exploding Lotus Kempo, which allows him to blast a Chinese dragon made of Storm Flames at his opponent.

Lal Mirch, She was working/training alongside a man called Iemitsu, in the CEDEF organization for the Vongola. She had contact with the rain flame user, colonnello.

After researching these people he them went onto flames, they were almost like magic except only muggles could use them. Apparently he was once again an oddity as he was the only current magic/flame user to ever exist. The Dying Will Flame is described as high-density form of energy that is refined from one's own life-force. Due to the way it resonates with one's emotions, it has been regarded as a type of battle aura. However, unlike the aura, which is a supernatural phenomenon that can only be seen by a few individuals, the Dying Will Flame is in many ways more alike to a real flame, possessing even its own destructive properties.

Researching more, he came to a startling conclusion. He was actually looking forward to his future by meeting all these butt crazy people, somewhere he would fit in just right. Fuck the wizard world because he was more free in the mafia then that wizard world. He's would still go back to school though, he wouldn't want to miss out on his magical education. Oh plus his friends to.