Thanks to Rose Creighton for beta reading my story. This is the first time I've gotten anything beta read so thanks.

Chapter 4: Who's the blond?

Harry Potter took the red head to an Italian restaurant called the 'Casa di Moccolo', which is near the center of town. There were a few couples eating quietly at their tables, no doubt lovers wooing each other. The dimly lit candles on each table and the soft music gave the place an air of romance. This was definitely a place for romance, Ron thought, as he continued to follow the mop. The dark haired man led the red head to a table in the corner of the place and helped seat him. Ron quirked his eyebrows at this, but sat down anyway.

"So..." Harry started.

"So... Why did you bring me to a place like this if your intentions really are just to help me out? And how are you going to pay for a meal at this seemingly expensive place when you had just told me earlier that you, yourself, are broke too?" Ron queried suspiciously.

Before the guy could answer, he was cut off by an auburn haired waitress.

"Hey, Harry, how are you doing? Finally came home, eh? What's the occasion?" she said in a New York accent.

"What? A man can't come home to visit his family without a reason?" He replied. The girl just gave him a questioning look.

"Alright, alright, so I haven't gotta place to stay and I'm kinda broke, but I really do miss you Clara."

"Whatever." She said before giving him a hug. "So, who's your friend?"

"Oh yeah, this is Ron Weasley. He hasn't gotta place to stay either so I told him he could stay with me."

"Weasley, like the ones in Fat Zam's gang?" she asked, in a hushed voice.

"Oh, no he's not a hoodlum; he's a singer, just came to the city from the country side." He paused, as he turned back to the red head.

"Ron, this is my little sister, Clara, Clara this is my... friend, Ron Weasley." He said, not quite sure what to introduce the boy as, Ron seemed to have noticed this but didn't say anything.

Clara smirked knowingly at them, knowing very well what Harry's intention towards the teen really was, "I'll go tell mom and pops that you're here," She said before walking away.

A few minutes later a man who looked almost identical to Harry but older and with hazel eyes appeared along side a woman with long, deep red hair and bright green eyes.

"You're home," the woman said, as they both gave the guy a hug.

"What's the occasion?" His father asked, knowingly, in an obvious Italian accent.

"What, can't a guy come home to visit his family?" His parents both quirked their eyebrows in question. "So, I'm broke and don't have a place to stay, doesn't mean I don't miss you."

"So, are you gonna introduce us to your friend?" The mother asked in an Irish accent

"Oh yeah, momma, pops, this is Ron Weasley. Ron, these are my parents."

"Nice to meet you Mr. Potter, Mrs. Potter," Ron said as he shook their hands.

"A Weasley, huh? You part of the gang?" The father asked, quizzically.

"Um... no sir, I'm a singer," Ron said quietly

"Good to know not everyone in this town's doing somethin' illegal," He said with a smirk as his wife quirked her eye brows.

"What?" he said to her as she rolled her eye and walked away. James Potter gave them a smile and walked after her.

"So what'll it be?" Clara said with a smile.

"Who's paying for this?" Ron asked suddenly.

"Don't worry," Harry said reassuringly, "Just order what you want, I'll have a talk with the family later."

"Ok, so... I'll have the cozze gratinati, the stracciatella, minestrone di fagiole," he said, trying unsuccessfully to pronounce the Italian words. Harry tried to hide his smile "and for the main course, the spaghettiny con vodka e caviale and the fettuccini alla carbonara sound good, and I'll also have the tagliatelle con salmone, and also the calzone, and the polpo con limone e aglio uh...I'll also have this, this, this, this and this." He said as he pointed to the names in the menu.

"And a bottle of chateau d'Yquem, please." Harry added.

The man smirked after his sister left. "Why not have everything on the menu?" he asked.

"I would but I didn't want to offend your parents... So, um... Harry, what do you do for a livin'?" He asked, trying to make conversation as the knee of the other man 'accidentally' brushed against his. The boy blushed but tried to ignore it.

"Well... uh..." Harry uttered, not so sure how to answer that. "I work for Blaise, of course," He said, as he tried to come into contact with the blue- eyed redhead as much as possible with his leg, hoping that it would distract him from the question.

"Oh really, I would've never guessed that," he replied, sarcastically, trying to hide the blush as the other's leg refused to move away from his. "So what exactly do you do for him?"

"Oh...um, this and that."

"Like what?"

"Well, now I'm one of his 'talent 'scouts. You know, I go around town recruiting people to come and work for him. "

"Oh...what else?" the boy asked, again, as he moved his leg away, this time successfully avoiding the touch.

"Huh?"

"What else do you do? You said this and that, that's gotta mean more than one."

"Oh well, I also...I'm also a back up. You know, like when the gang's in trouble or when they need a bit of extra fire power."

Harry was glad that the food had arrived then; keeping Ron from asking what else he did for Blaise, or used to do, anyway...

A few hours later...

"So... you want some dessert?" The dark haired man asked in amusement after watching the teen gobble up the food.

"Sure, why not? Bring me the menu." Harry quirked his eyebrows.

"You can still eat more after all of that?" Ron just smiled at him.

"Alright. Hey Clara! Can we get the dessert menu please?"

"So what else do you want, honey?" She asked him with a hint of amusement.

"I think I'll have the zabaione and the zuppa inglese, mele al forno and the granita di limone."

"And two glasses of grappa please." Harry called.

"Comin' right up," she said as she walked away.

Then suddenly, the gang, the same gang that had attacked Zam's speakeasy burst through the door, the same weapon in their hands.

Harry grabbed Ron down under the table, his arms wrapping protectively around the red head as the gang started shooting. After a minute they were finished, giving an evil laughter once more, they headed out of the restaurant in a single line - that was until the smallest member of their gang tripped, his gun slipping out of his hands.

"Macmillan, the gun!"

Noticing this, Harry ran out of his hiding place, trying to grab the weapon. 'Macmillan' saw this, and quickly scrambled up, grabbing the gun out of Harry's reach and used it to hit the mop head before making an escape.

"You alright?" Ron came over to him the moment the gang was gone. Harry nodded.

"You know, if you really wanted to die you could have just stood still and let them cover you in that melting potion."

"Harry, you alright?" the man's mother ran towards him.

"Of course, he's alright, he's still standing isn't he?" His father said as he came towards him. "He's hard to kill, our Harry." The man smiled as he gave Harry some ice.

Harry smiled back, "You know Ron, we can't go on meeting like this, it's bad for our health."

Ron snorted and went to join the family in making sure everyone was safe.

"So thanks for the dinner." Ron said as sipped the wine; he'd just finished his dessert and was ready to leave.

"Stay," Harry put his hand on the boy's, his bright green eyes hypnotic as the red head stared into them, and despite his declination before, Ron found his mouth saying, "sure."

"You'll have to stay in Harry's room, the guest room's taken." Clara said to the teen as she gave her brother a knowing look. "My friend Lavender is coming over to stay with us over the summer holidays. She likes her privacy," The auburn haired woman explained. Harry mouthed a "thanks" to her as she walked pass.

The green eyed mop man led the country boy up the stairs to his room.

"It's not much." He said as he opened the door. It was not an elegant room, but it was a cozy one with a queen sized bed taking up most of the space and two lamps on the bed side table, giving the wooden furniture an orange glow.

"It's kinda nice, actually," the red head said, as he picked up the faced down wooden frame on the bedside table. In it was a black & white photo of a younger Harry, with his hair just as messy as it was now if not more. The teen was standing next to Fat Zam who had his arms around him and another boy. The other boy had slicked back either blond or very white hair His eyes were also pale in colour, contrasting with lips that appeared to have lipstick on it, it was noticeable despite being in a black & white picture. The blond boy was wearing a white unbuttoned shirt that revealed a tattoo of the male sex symbol around his belly button. He watched as the blond leaned over to give Harry a kiss of the cheek.

"So, who's the blond?" Ron asked curiously.

Harry saw what Ron was looking at and grabbed the photo from him and placed it back where it was. Face down.

"That's Blaise' boyfriend," He said coldly.

"Oh," Ron exclaimed, before going to his luggage and rummaging through it.

"I'm going to take a bath now," Ron announced as he walked into the small bath room to take a nice, relaxing bath.

When Ron walked back into the bed room he was greeted with a sight he'd never thought he'd ever see. In front of him was his host's voluptuously shaped ass.

"Holly shit!" the boy screamed before turning around. "I'm sorry I didn't realize you were changing." Harry could hear his New York dialect slipping into the drawl of his Alabama accent and grinned widely.

"It's ok, I should have warned you." He said as he pulled his pajama pants up. "You can turn around now." Ron did just that and was faced with the man's well defined muscles wrapped in smooth skin that seemed to glow in the moonlight from their window. On his chest, where his heart should be was a tattoo of a beating heart. The man's pajamas hung loosely on his hips, revealing parts of another tattoo that led into the waste band. The material of the man's pants were thin and Ron could lightly see the outline of the man's leg.

"Interesting tattoo," Ron uttered once he came back into reality.

"Thanks."

"So... uh, how long can I stay here?"

"As long as you want."

"Thanks... So where do I sleep?"

"On the bed."

"And you?" Ron asked hesitantly.

"Where do you want me to sleep?" Harry asked, his smile wider than ever.

"Umm... I think you should sleep on the bed, this is your house. I'll sleep on the floor." Ron said, courteously.

Harry chuckled, "It's ok, if you're going to be living here I suggest you find an arrangement that's comfortable... besides, there's barely room to stand up in. How are you going to sleep on the floor?"

Ron was silent for a while as the man got on the bed.

"Listen, we can share the bed," Harry said, "I promise I won't bite... hard." Ron didn't find the man's smirk reassuring at all, but hesitantly got in anyway before turning off the lights.

&

I should have stayed on the floor, the boy thought, hours later. Though he had slept in the same bed with many of his brothers before, it felt different now to be alone on a bed with a half naked man he'd just met who seemed to prefer the company of other men rather than women.

The red head felt the other man stirred next to him before he spun around. His nose now lightly touching Ron's ears.

This is going to be a long night.

"LalalalaLAAA!" A screeching of an annoyingly high pitched voice sang as the green house shook, the glass almost breaking.

A shoeless woman in a long flowing white gown sang as she wandered around the garden, admiring the flowers. Her long wavy blond hair was very messy and reached her knees and there were obvious dark circles under her blank and vacant blue eyes. It was obvious that the woman had not looked in the mirror in years.

"Shh!" her husband said, putting his fingers lightly over her chapped lips. Then slowly, as if speaking to a child, he said, "I have to concentrate princess; I have a little business to attend to."

Narcissa complied and stayed quiet, but continued to dance around the green house to a rhythm only she can hear.

Narcissa Malfoy had gone insane almost four years ago after the disappearance of her only child, her beloved Draconis Malfoy. Her 'little dragon' had been gone since his graduation day at Hogwarts and had never been seen since.

Lucius Malfoy looked at his wife sadly; he had never been a kind or gentle man, but for some reason he felt sorry for her. He had never felt or at least, never showed what he felt to anyone before in his life, no; the British mobster king had always been cold and distant, even towards his family, his only son. 'Maybe that was why the boy left,' he thought.

Though Lucius had never loved his pure blooded wife and was even some what against their arranged marriage for some time, she did produce him an heir. A son that he loved (something he never felt for anyone else in his life) and for that, he was grateful for her.

Thinking back, he had never been attentive to his child at all. When he was younger, he had been taught that emotions were a sign of weakness and so he kept his distant. Giving the boy everything he asked for but not the things that he needed. After the boy left, Lucius came to live in New York, it was easier to do business from here he would say, but he knew better.

But it was in New York that he found Zambini, the perverse leader of the sinful society of disgusting sodomites. It was him that gave him a new goal in life. To rid the city of homosexuals. It was a great goal in his opinion, for not only did it distract him from the loss of his son but allowed him to do something good for the community with his talent and taste for tactical destruction.

"Darling, when is our little dragon coming home? Isn't his summer holiday starting soon?" The woman asked in a fragile voice, taking the blond man out of his thoughts.

"No princess, I don't think Dray will home anytime soon," He replied softly, hiding the pain inside of him at the mention of his son.

His thoughts were interrupted as his butler arrived. "Mr. Malfoy sir, Mr. Macnair and company are here to see you. I've shown them to the conservatory, sir."

Lucius kissed his princess' hand before walking away.

"I shall tell Draco that you are busy when he gets home, dear."

"Greetings, everyone," the blond man said to the row of men standing completely still in a straight line. Disciplined, just like he wanted them to be.

"You can relax now... Well, I would like to take this opportunity of thanking you for your work so far. Everything has gone exquisitely."

"Thanks, Mr. Malfoy," They replied simultaneously.

"That poufter, Fag Zam, must have had quite a shock," He said as he went to shake each of their hands one by one, handing them all each a single black rose.

"Macnair, Flint, Dolohov, Crabbe, Smith. Any moment now, Zam will be crawling on his knees to me." The gang laughed.

The smallest member of the gang looked around at his colleagues as the Butler walked in with a single glass of clear, verdant liquid.

"Err...I don't have a flower, Mr. Malfoy."

Lucius ignored him and continued, "Soon all Fag Zam and will have is a suitcase full of memories."

"Mr. Malfoy...what about my flower? I don't have a flower Mr. Malfoy... Err..."

The rest of gang surrounded him. Their huge bodies towering above him as the boy gave a squeak.

"You dropped the gun, Macmillan." Lucius said coldly. "I heard that one of Zam's sluts tried to grab it. I don't allow mistakes here, Macmillan. You know that." as he said this, he took the glass from the butler.

"No, Mr. Malfoy, please. I didn't mean to drop the gun. It just slipped out and I didn't let the man take the gun, please, anyone can make a mistake."

"Shut up Macmillan. You're all washed up."

"No please no mmpphh" The boy was stopped by the glass as the poison was forced down his throat. The boy dropped to the floor, his eyes becoming glassy as his body convulsed and shook, his mouth foaming with saliva.

"Mr. Bells," he called the Butler. "Would you please dispose this waste at the bottom of the Hudson River."

"Yes sir," The man said as he carried the boy off on his shoulders and walked away.

"Well, Minister Dumbledore, there had been 17 death reports in the last two weeks, 9 of which are my citizens. What do you suppose we do about it?" William Brookes, the mayor of muggle New York shouted at the seemingly careless and rather mad American Minister of Magic. They had been having these muggle-wizard conferences for a while now, though the muggle world is still mostly oblivious to the magical world, the minister of magic thinks that it would be better if he had the alliance of the muggle world leaders.

"Don't get overexcited, mayor Brookes. We have this situation all under control. We are sending two of our best aurors to investigate this. We just hope that we have total cooperation on your part. Lemon drops?"

"No thank you, Minister. I just hope that those...aurors of yours are as good as you say they are."
"Hello, Auror Snape, I'm Rita Skeeter from the Dailey Prophets," said the 'woman' with oddly curled, fake blond hair framing her heavy-jawed face and acid green robes, to the some what scary looking, vampire-like man with shoulder length black hair and very dark, almost black eyes. The 'woman' adjusted her jeweled spectacles with her thick, manicured fingers before continuing.

"This is my assistant Percy Weasley, " She gestured to the young man with very bright red hair and horn rimmed glasses standing next to her, holding a notepad. Behind them a group of photographers and sound crews cramped themselves as close to the auror as much as possible, causing the man to suffocate slightly.

"I would like to ask you a few questions. Auror Snape, how do you feel about going to investigate in the muggle world?"

"Um..." Despite his appearance, Severus Snape was a very shy man. He hated being in public, that's why he always kept to himself, giving people a rather morbid view of him. Quite frankly, being hounded by the press scares the hell out of him, not that he would tell them that.

"Auror Snape, have you identified the weapon yet?" Another reporter asked, or rather, screamed from the back.

"Um... I'm afraid I can't answer that," He replied curtly

"You're not at liberty to say?"

"No... I don't know the answer," He said as he tried to walk away, but they continued to follow him.

"Well, sir, have you located the source yet?"

"Um, yeah, I mean, no, err, I mean, you'll have to ask Captain Riddle that question." Just as he said this, a very handsome man with stylish brunette hair and sparkling green eyes came out of the building. The man posed like a model for the camera as they ran from Snape to gather around him instead. Tom winked at one of the attractive female reporters.

"Captain Tom Riddle," Rita cut in, "This is Rita Skeeter from the Dailey Prophet, Captain, how do you feel about being the first to investigate a wizarding crime in the muggle world?"

"No comment," He replied, still posing.

"How long do you think it'll take you to crack this case?"

"No comment."

"Have you identified the weapon yet sir?"

"No comment."

"Have you located the source of it yet captain?"

"No comment."

"Captain, is it true the weapons are being used by only one gang?"

"No comment."

"I fixed you a pastrami on the rye sandwich, just the way you like it, chief," Snape said as he struggled to catch up with his boss.

"No comment," He repeated once more, "Now get out of here all of you, split, this is auror business and auror business we gotta do." He pushed the thick mass of reporters away before turning to the younger auror.

"Alright, Snape, get ready. We're going into the muggle world."

TBC

Sorry for the lateness. I hope you guys like that; I think this chapter is pretty long by my standards. Anyway, please review.