Harry Potter and the Closet Case Mafia
Prologue: Welcome to the Magical, Underground New York
The tapping of broken heels could barely be heard in the rain as a pretty looking blond stumbled through the darkened streets.
Someone once said that if it was raining brains, Collina Crevince wouldn't even get wet. In all of New York, they don't come much dumber that Collina the Cat Woman. To say that the transvestite was a dope would be an understatement.
"Dolohov, the alleyway quick. He's making for Perito's. Crabbe, cover the back. Smith, watch the side walk," A voice said as the cat woman ran.
Dumb as Collina was, she could smell trouble like other people could smell gas, but it was too late when she realized what a mistake it was to take that blind alleyway by the side of Perito's Bakery.
She was at the dead end when they arrived - a gang of intimidating and muscular men in black trench coats and white hats. In each of their hands were machines that looked like giant muggle water guns.
"You Crevince?" The tallest one asked.
"Uh huh" was all she could think of to say.
"Collina Crevince?"
"Uh huh."
"Also known as Collina the Cat Woman?"
"Uh huh."
"The same Collina that used to be Collin Creevey?"
The blonde's eyes widen with even more fear as she uttered another, "Uh huh."
"The Collina that works for Fat Zam?"
"Uh huh."
Before anymore moves could be made, the gang pulled their triggers and white liquid shot out from their contraptions, splashing the Cat Woman and freezing her completely. One of the gang member came closer and tapped on the cross dresser, who cracked like thin ice and shattered into pieces.
In a small barber shop, a man slept in the comfortable chair as the soft music played.
Flashy Filch was a cleaner for Fat Zam, his job was to use any means necessary to cover up the mobster king's tracks from the ministry, and, by Merlin, he was good at it. He was the best at knowing just what to leave behind to give the gang its reputation without leaving behind traceable clues to get them caught. But as good as Filch was, his talent couldn't help him now as the men in black trench coats burst through the door and splurged him with the potion before shattering him with a single touch.
End Prologue
A/N: So how was that for a prologue? Good start? Anyway I hope you enjoy it.