Hello world….tired…shall say no more.

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Harry returned to the red room twenty minutes later, with a very pleased saunter. "Look who doesn't have a scar!" He grinned at Rome.

"You look older without that thing on your head. Bloody Dumbledore for not getting rid of it." Rome grumbled. "We've made our decision." He whispered in Harry's ear.

"Am I staying?"

"Can't tell you."

"Rome!" Harry growled.

"Did I just hear something?"

"Bastard." Harry grumbled. He took his position in the center of the room and gulped nervously. "Uh….Mr. Don, sir?"

"Don is fine, kid." The man's voice echoed through the room.

"Okay, Don, can I stay?" Harry shifted his weight from one hip to the other.

"Yeah….But you have to pass one simple test."

Two men practically dragged in a whimpering fourty something old man, balding and pleading desperately. "Please! I have a wife and kids to support, and my wife has HIV, and the kids are my life!" he begged, he was chained to the floor by silver shackles, but this didn't hamper his pleas.

Harry's heart all but stopped. "What is the test?" Harry asked, but he knew all to well what he had to do.

"Kill him, as little blood as possible please."

The former boy who lived starred in shock at the dark patch where the Don sat. "Are you serious?"

"If your not you'll walk out now."

Harry took a deep breath and turned back to the man. "So what's your name?"

"Stan."

"Talk to me Stan." Harry murmured as he cocked his gun.

"I live in a one bedroom apartment with my family, my wife Betty, makes the best lasagna in London. She's the sweetest thing. And I work at the factory every day so I can bring home some money. She needs to take her pills for the HIV. We haven't told the kids yet."

Harry inspected the gun and Stan fell silent. "Don't stop Stan, tell me about the factory."

Everyone in the room looked at Harry extremely interested.

"My best friend lost his leg there. It's an iron mill, the machinery's dangerous, and I've got six operations from injuries I got. We're so bad in debt I can't even give my kids breakfast. My oldest kid, his names Bill and he's a genius, and we can't even afford for him to go to school. And my baby girl, she's retarded."

Harry aimed the gun at Stan, when an idea popped into his head. "Mob likes to be quiet about killing people right? So if this guys got friends…a lot, enough to be a problem I don't have to kill him! "Know a lot of people Stan?"

"Oh yeah, I went to high school with one of the lawyers, we still talk once in a while, he and Betty are good friends. And all my friends in my building, they lend us money when we need it. And the boss at the factory likes me a whole lot. Oh and I know a whole bunch of lawyers, did I tell you about the one I went to high school with?"

"Lawyers are a problem." Harry thought surpressing a grin. "So how goods this lawyer your wife's friends with."

"He's really good! He charged this guy who left no fingerprints at a crime with murder! He's one of the best there is."

Several people in the room caught onto Harry's plan and a few grins lit the room. Including the beautiful woman's. Harry smiled back at her. Harry turned back to the Don. "What will Harry do next?" he smirked. Suddenly he swung his arm you and pulled the trigger.

Stan barked in fear and surprise, and clenched his eyes shut, waiting for the bullet to bury itself in his head, but it never did. After a moment he opened his eyes and jumped at the bullet whole in the wall next to him.

Everyone was silent, until the Don began to clap. "Excellent Harry, your in."

"In?" Harry asked. Rome wrapped him in a huge bear hug.

"Harry I so proud of you!" Rome wiped a fake tear from his eyes. "I never thought I'd see the day Lily's son joined the mob."

The beautiful woman laughed. "So your James' son? I would have said you looked like Sirius!" She extended a manicured hand with elegant dark blue nails. "Lola Felix."

"Uh….I'm Harry."

"Rome he's so cute!" Lola squealed. "Don, can I help Rome education him on mobyness!"

"Doyle, Nicky! Get over here!" The Don shouted.

Doyle appeared next to Rome as well as a short man with shredded brown hair and violet eyes.

"Don! Quit calling me Nicky! It's girly." He humped angrily.

"Oh come on, Nicky, Your so pretty!" Lola teased.

"Shut up!"

Harry was very confused. "What's going on?"

"We're going to teach you about life in the mob!" Lola laughed. "It'll be fun, don't worry we won't kill you."

Harry liked her, but Lola was very strange. "Um….Okay."

"Mr. Harry Potter is hereby accepted as one of God's Reapers, Doyle," The doctor presented the Don with a small knife. "Will Harry Potter come forward." Harry obeyed. "Hold out your arm." Harry exposed his wrists and braced himself for the worst. The Don sliced a cross on his own wrist, and then re cut Harry's scar. The ebony haired boy winced. The Don pressed their arms together so the blood mixed together. "You are now one of us Harry,"

Harry drew away from the Don holding his wrist with a sense of belonging, a sense of security he'd never felt before."Cool…." Harry drawled.