Since I didn't have time to update last week, this week you will be getting two chapters in one.

ShadeDancer

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and can't get money for this, but I can make him into a Mafia Prince.

Warning: Some chapters (the ones including pranks) might not be appropriate to read at work. Laughter may ensue leading your co-workers to see you as even more insane than they previously thought.

Chapters 4 and 5: Pranks at the Mansion

The group had to blink as the light bathing over the city of London assaulted their eyes, though after the dim and smoky gloom of the Leaky Cauldron it was a welcome sight. With a quiet efficiency Trevor spoke into his radio and called for the driver to bring the car around quickly, they had brought the stretch limo that day not to show off their wealth but because they would need to extra room it provided since the Weasley's were accompanying them home. Thankfully the Weasley's knew how to dress appropriately for the muggle world so they weren't worrying about attracting any attention in that regard, but it would look a bit suspicious for such a large group to be standing in front of what appeared to most people to be an abandoned lot. Within moments the limo was pulling up to the curb and the driver hopped out to open the door and usher the waiting group inside; all except for Trevor, Manuel, Bill, and Charlie who had elected to ride in the extra car they had brought along so that the limo wouldn't be so cramped. Needless to say Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Percy, the twins, Ron (who had loosened up slightly over the summer), and Ginny enjoyed the ride immensely. Harry and Blaise found their reactions to the luxuries in the limo amusing and had to constantly ask Mr. Weasley to stop playing with the buttons so that they didn't attract attention.

Finally the limo made the last turn that put it on approach to the gates protecting the Darkov mansion and the surrounding grounds. The car came to a stop and the Weasley's looked to get ready and exit the car, but Harry motioned for them to settle back down.

"The car will pull all the way up to the house, we just need to wait for the gates to be opened," he explained and moved to sit at the rear window closest to the guard post.

After a moment the limo moved forward slightly and Harry knew that the first car containing Manuel, Trevor, Bill, and Charlie had passed safely through the gates and that the driver was being inspected before the car would pull up far enough for the guard to check the rear seat passengers over. It was a precaution that they engaged in every time even if it was just himself and his father. One guard would talk to them while at least two others peered under the car and into the trunk. If any guests were present they would only ever see the one guard, not everyone coming to the Darkov Mansion had mafia connections and it wouldn't do to cause them undue worry.

"Good afternoon Mr. Darkov," the gate guard greeted as he peered around the backseat, "and Ms. Zabini. And who may I ask are your guests today?"

"Hey Julian," Harry greeted the man, "these are the Weasley's; they'll be staying over tonight. Next to me are Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Percy, Ron, Ginny, and of course you already know the twins."

"G'day Julian!" The twins called happily, faking an Australian accent.

Julian had nodded at each as they were introduced before pretending to shake his fist in mock anger at the twins, "how could I forget the twins, I still owe them for that last prank. Pleased to meet the rest of you."

Julian winced and quickly waved the limo on through the gates as Mrs. Weasley began screeching at the twins about pulling pranks on people.

"Mrs. Weasley," Harry called out; interrupting the matron's rant, "it really is okay. Julian was merely teasing Fred and George. It doesn't matter if they pull any pranks here, most anyone that they could prank would happily retaliate."

This seemed to mollify Mrs. Weasley a bit, but she was still glowering slightly at the twins as they finally stepped out of the limo in front of the mansion. Then the group caught site of the house, shocking everyone but the twins who had visited many times before.

"Welcome to the Darkov home." Harry said to the Weasley's with a smile at their stunned expression; Manuel was waiting at the door along with Trevor, Bill, and Charlie to pass along the same greeting.

… … … … …

"Do you and your father live here by yourselves?" Mrs. Weasley asked Harry as he was giving them a brief tour before showing them to their rooms.

"No," Harry shook his head as they headed upstairs. "Trevor and Blaise live here too along with most of the guards. A lot of the guards don't have family of their own and so they stay here on the second floor; we're all like family to each other."

They continued on up to the third floor where Harry pointed out the family wing, "my father and I stay here along with Trevor and Blaise, the twins know where our rooms are if you should need us. Over here are your rooms."

In the guest wing the twins took off, obviously knowing where they would be staying already, while Harry and Blaise led Mr. and Mrs. Weasley to their room. Leaving them to get settled Harry led Bill to the room across from them so that he was near the entrance to the hall in case anything happened. Charlie was situated in the room next to his parents with the twins across from him in the room they had already claimed, mainly because it had two beds in it. Next to Charlie was Percy, placing Ginny on the end. Ron was stuck across from Percy and beside the twins, not that he minded, in fact he seemed almost wistful when looking around the decently sized room. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were surprised to find that their room had its own bathroom as did Bill's room. Charlie and Percy shared a connecting bathroom as did the twins and Ron; not that any of them minded, they were used to one bathroom for the whole family. Ginny had been placed on the end so that she had her own bathroom, what with being the only female child and all that.

After showing Ginny her room Harry stood in the middle of the hall and called out, "we'll see you all downstairs once you're settled. Take your time, there's at least an hour before dinner's ready."

He was almost immediately joined by Bill and the twins. The twins didn't need to settle in as they already had spare clothes in their room courtesy of a shopping trip in muggle London, it had been an interesting outing to say the least. As for Bill, he was only using the guest room as a farce and could always skip into his room on the second floor if he needed anything.

"Let's go bug the cooks and see if we can snitch some food before dinner." Harry said with a grin.

… … … … …

After getting their knuckles soundly rapped with cooking utensils whenever they tried to sneak some food from the kitchens the group was unceremoniously ushered from the kitchen where they bumped into Charlie.

"Well that didn't go so hot," Blaise huffed, she had been thwarted when trying to sneak her favorite dessert, "anyone have any ideas on what to do now?"

"Do we have time to go riding?" The twins asked eagerly.

Blaise and Harry looked at their watches before shrugging, "we still have nearly an hour, just as long as it isn't a long ride."

When they reached the stables the twins went to find the horses they usually rode and began to saddle them with a bit of help from the grooms.

"Do you know how to ride?" Harry asked Charlie, seemingly directing the question at Bill as well.

"No," Charlie answered, "but I'd like to give it a try."

Bill on the other hand nodded, "I've ridden a few times. A friend keeps a couple of horses and taught me how."

"Alright," Harry pretended to muse, "Blaise, you help Charlie with Lara and I'll help Bill with Cinder."

The two groups parted to different ends of the stable and Bill shared a brief smile with the groom that brought Cinder to him, already tacked and saddled. Everyone had been notified the day before that they were to pretend not to know Bill while his family was visiting and a few of the guards had nodded knowingly, they too were keeping the secret of their true occupation from their families. Within fifteen minutes Harry, Blaise, Bill, Charlie, and the twins were meeting up outside the stable and mounting up. They set off in a gentle canter down the stable track, Harry and Blaise riding on either side of Charlie to coach him how to ride. As it turned out Charlie wasn't only good with dragons, but with animals, and was soon getting the hang of riding though he still had a bit of a ways to go before attempting to set out alone. All too soon they were turning back and dismounting to leave the horses with the waiting grooms, running towards the house before they found themselves to be late for dinner.

… … … … …

"There you are!" Manuel called as the sextet slid into the empty seats at the table, they were eating in the smaller dining room for a more private setting, "it seems there is no need to ask what you've been up to."

Indeed there was not for the semi-pleasant smell of horses and leather clung lightly to the group and their appearances were slightly windblown.

"You were out riding." Ginny said, disappointed that she hadn't been down to go along.

"Don't worry," Blaise soothed the girl, "we can go out again after dinner."

"That's a good idea," Manuel agreed, "and anyone that wants to ride can."

Just then the doors to the dining room opened and a few of the kitchen staff entered pushing carts bearing food. Mrs. Weasley prepared to stand up as if to help, but was promptly shooed back into her seat.

"Sit still dearie!" Lucille, the head cook admonished her, "you aren't to be doing this, you're a guest."

With quick efficiency food was set upon the table and bowls of soup and fresh bread placed at every plate; all the help except for Lucille disappearing as soon as their job was done. It was easy to tell that they were eager to find the way to their own plates of delicious food.

"Thank you Lucille." Manuel smiled at the woman, everyone at the table echoing his sentiments, "please pass on my thanks to the others and enjoy your dinner. Don't hesitate to call if anyone acts out of hand."

"Posh!" Lucille said, "they won't be acting out none and I'll just settle them down if they do. You be calling if you need anything else."

Manuel nodded and with a smile Lucille left as everyone began to dig into the fantastic spread present on the table in front of them.

After the scrumptious dinner the group, minus Mrs. Weasley who made her way to the kitchen to exchange recipes, headed out to the stables for a ride to find that the stable hands were not back from their own meal yet. But it was no problem; Manuel, Trevor, Harry, and Blaise knew the stables like the backs of their hand and they knew the perfect mounts to choose for everyone. Naturally the twins and Ginny headed for their usual mounts, Harry and Blaise electing to go with them in order to help them saddle up. That left Manuel and Trevor to locate the perfect horses for Percy, Ron, and Mr. Weasley while Bill and Charlie went in search of the mounts they had ridden before dinner.

Around that time two of the grooms appeared and were more than happy to help those unfamiliar with horses get ready and mounted, it had alarmed them just a bit to see Mr. Weasley try and imitate Manuel who was saddling Dancer for Percy. Willy might be a tame horse, but there was no way he was going to stand still much longer under such unskilled hands. After that they had everyone out of the stable and mounted up in no time, those familiar with riding giving the newbie's a crash course; the two grooms decided to ride along as well for safety's sake.

The first to fall was Mr. Weasley who had been leaning around in his saddle to examine the trappings on his horse. By the time he took his second fall it was decided that it would be better if he rode up behind Blaise, she had chosen a gentle horse instead of her normally spirited mount and Waterfall could easily carry two. Ron was doing very well on Epheny, but Percy was intimidated by Dancer and the mare knew it. Deciding to be playful Dancer took off at a mad gallop, leaving Percy to hold on for dear life. Within seconds of this happening Manuel commanded the group to rein in as he and Trevor took off after Percy and Dancer. Manuel and Trevor urged their mounts flat out, coming up quickly on either side of Percy. With a fierce grab Trevor had Dancer by the bridle and Manuel hauled Percy free and lowered him to the ground. Harry joined the group then and held out a hand to Percy.

"You can mount up behind me," Harry offered, "you'll probably feel better riding double than singly and it's too far to walk back."

"You're horse looks crazier than that one!" Percy said warily, not yet reaching up for Harry's outstretched hand.

"Azrael may look wild, but he won't try anything as long as I'm up here with you," Harry assured Percy and thankfully, with a bit of coaxing, Percy took Harry's hand.

A few stretching steps by Azrael had Percy relaxing as he realized that Harry's arms would keep him from falling again and they group prodded their horses into a smooth walk back towards the house. They had done enough riding for the evening and it wasn't a good idea to keep the greenies out on the tracks as night fell.

… … … … …

The next morning dawned early for most of the residence of the Darkov mansion, especially Harry and Blaise who were outside with their fathers and Sensei; the two troublemakers had stayed up a bit late with the twins doing what they did next, causing mischief. The group of five was walking the path in the crisp morning air, reveling in the fact that the sun would soon rise to burn off the encroaching mist and add a wonderful heat to the day. It was also their chance for a little quality time before their guests awoke and they launched into a whirlwind day full of activity.

What they didn't know was that at least one of their guests was already awake, unable to sleep any longer in the unfamiliar surroundings, and watching them with mouth agape. The watcher had never seen such things before and both marveled and feared the skill the group out on the lawn possessed. It was grace and danger that the person was seeing, worship and battle. Dragging themselves away from the window the peeping Tom headed for the door to the room they were staying in, hoping to make it downstairs in time to get a better look at was going on. The handle turned easily under their hand, the door pulling open, and the person walked out into the hall just in time to find themselves being drenched with water and something else.

"Bloody hell!" The person screamed. "Fred! George! I'm going to kill you!"

… … … … …

"Bloody hell!" Ron's scream echoed through the halls as he frantically swatted at dead spiders. "Fred! George! I'm going to kill you!"

Many things happen simultaneously at that point.

The on-duty guards were compelled to action, some going to check on the disturbance while others began securing the grounds and checking the security systems. The off-duty guards that were asleep all woke and rolled out of bed, guns at the ready as they ran out their doors. Manuel, Trevor, Harry, Blaise, and Sensei all stopped in mid move and took off for the house even though the two troublemakers already knew what was going on though Manuel had his suspicions. Bill skidded out into the hallway to stare in disbelief at his youngest brother, quickly lowering his wand and hiding his gun behind his back. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley groaned in embarrassment that their children couldn't behave. Charlie and Ginny were cracking up laughing as Percy stood there droning on about childish antics. The twins merely stayed hidden in their room, door locked, as they smirked in triumph.

The guards who had come to investigate matters slunk away in the shadows to call a stand down, unnoticed by any of the Weasley's except Bill who gave them the tiniest of nods. What they hadn't expected to encounter on their way down towards their comrades was an incensed group of off-duty guards, all soaking wet. You see, the prank on Ron had been a diversion, a catalyst of sorts. Just as Harry and Blaise had expected, upon hearing screams most of the off-duty guards had sprinted immediately out their doors without bothering to check the corridors first and thus had received an unexpected shower.

"What happened to you?" One of the on-duty guards dared ask.

"The Demoni!" someone growled irritably.

Harry, Blaise, Fred, and George had struck again.

… … … … …

"You ready?" Manuel asked Harry out of pure habit, hardly ever was Harry ever unarmed anymore.

"Yeah dad," Harry called as he stepped into the hallway where Manuel was waiting, making a few last minute adjustments.

They had just finished breakfast about thirty minutes ago and everyone had headed to their rooms in order to get ready to go to the amusement park. They weren't going to be leaving for another half an hour still, but Harry and Manuel were ready and were going to talk with the guards before they left. Together father and son began making their way downstairs to the ground floor meeting room, pausing briefly at the top of the last flight of stairs, unaware of the feeling of déjà vu Trevor was experiencing as he watched. It was exactly like that morning five years ago when Harry had turned seven.

Just as they had that day father and son paused at the top of the stairs, the very picture of danger. Both were tall, Harry taller than most his age, and tanned with slimly toned bodies trained for combat and their light weight but form-fitting black clothes allowed them to nearly blend with the shadows. Their long and silky tresses of midnight hair were pulled back, still damp from their showers, in identical ponytails while a set of green eyes and a set of eyes so dark as to be nearly black scanned the surrounding area alertly; a taunt air of readiness surrounded them both. Looking at them no one would ever suspect that Harry had been adopted. Then the pause was over and father and son were continuing on down the stairs to where Trevor and Blaise awaited them, both smiling warmly in greeting.

Together the foursome walked to the meeting room where most all the guards were gathered, ready for the days briefing. Only about dozen guards weren't present and that was because they were all on-duty at the time.

"Morning everyone," Manuel called, bringing the meeting to order, "as you know we are making a trip to the amusement park, which is closed to the general public, today. That means that shifts are going to be different today as well. There will be only three day shifts instead of the usual four. That means one on-duty shift; one off-duty shift; and one amusement park duty shift. You'll be drawing lots to see what your shift order is. The twelve that are already on-duty right now will hit off-duty as their second shift and the park as their third, some of you will be joining them depending on the lots. Any questions? No? Let the draw begin."

Solemnly the guards passed around the basket in which slips of paper with the shifts written on were in. A few of the guards gave good-natured sighs when they realized that they were on-duty first while others grinned happily to either be going to the amusement park or being off-duty. Some were even turning to their comrades and haggling in order to get a change of shift lineup. Manuel shook his head in amusement at the antics going on around him and motioned Harry and Blaise out of the room with him, leaving Trevor to find out who had pulled what timetable for the day.

"Come on," Manuel said, "by the time we get the Weasley's together and in the car Trevor will be done and have the first amusement park shift ready to tail us."

… … … … …

Pure and complete amazement, and well, not just a bit of confusion could accurately describe the Weasley's as they gazed upon what was an amusement park for the first time. It was quite clear that the two worlds did not mix often enough, a fact that sorely needed remedying in light of some of the prejudices the magical held against the non-magical.

The expressions seen on the faces of the Weasleys could only be compared to the ones a person might seen on the face of a muggleborn when they first learn that they are magical and set foot into the alternate reality that is Diagon Alley or any other part of the wizarding world.

Even stoic Percy couldn't keep the surprise and wonder off his face even though he didn't understand what half the things now surrounding him were for. The twins were visibly itching to run off, only being kept back by the looks on some of the faces of the guards who were going to be seeking revenge for that mornings prank. Ron and Ginny's eyes were rounded in wonder while Charlie looked as if he had just discovered some new breed of dragon. Bill was grinning at the expressions on his family's faces while Mrs. Weasley looked practically intimidated. Mr. Weasley on the other hand looked ecstatic, as if Christmas had come early, and Trevor knew a sharp eye would need to be kept on him; after all, they had already found him 'investigating' a light socket earlier. You would think that after the first electric shock he wouldn't have tried to stick his wand back into the opening, but he did and the mingled electrical and magical energy in the room had been intense.

"Come on!" Harry and Blaise suddenly took off, the Weasley children following eagerly, "let's get started."

The smirking guards looked ready to give chase, but Manuel held them back long enough for a word.

"I know you wish revenge for this mornings prank, but save it for when we get home. They have guests that are innocent of their activities. Giving them cause to be wary is acceptable though."

The smirks that had dimmed when Manuel had forbidden them to prank the Demoni at the amusement park returned full force; this would perhaps be even more fun. They would have the Demoni so wary of return fire for that morning's prank that they would be constantly looking over one shoulder. The guards took off to spread out all over the amusement park, occasionally passing conversations through their radios as they planned. Meanwhile Harry, Blaise, and the others were making plans that were just as important.

"What should we ride first?" Harry called to Blaise.

"Something slightly tamer than normal," Blaise decided, "we don't want to throw them straight into the big stuff. How about the Rickety Roller?"

Harry made a face, "alright, but that ride's shaky. The Sickened Skull is much smoother."

Changing directions slightly the group made their way to the Rickety Roller and ran through the empty turnstiles. Grinning they made sure their friends were in their seats and had the lap bars pulled down tightly before taking their own seats. With a click that echoed through the covered station where you boarded the rollercoaster cars the bars locked and a jolt ran through them. With a rumbling click-clank the thick track chains began pulling the cars out of the station and up the incline that would send them on a whiling ride of whiplash.

Harry and Blaise sat perfectly composed as they reached the top of the starting slope of the ride though grins flitted across their faces at the thought of the upcoming ride, how they wished they could see the expressions their friends wore as they realized what they were about to face.

But the excited and somewhat apprehensive cries, the Weasley's really had no idea what was going on with the ride, told them everything and when they finally hopped out of the cars everyone was smiling even though they appeared to be slightly shaken. The jerky whips around the curves of the track had done a number on the teens used to the smooth turnings of their brooms, brooms they could move with as they were the ones controlling the flight.

"Bloody hell," Charlie muttered, "that must be what a Wronski Feint feels like, that sudden plunge before pulling up, but on that thing you have no control."

Harry grinned, "your brooms probably go faster than that, but when you don't have control it seems so much faster and much more dangerous. The fastest coaster here only goes up to about 100 mph."

After that it was a constant race from one ride to the next with stops at the various concessions stands in between. The guards were also popping up at various moments, giving the Demoni looks that bespoke warning and they knew that while they were safe for the time being hunting season would begin when they went back to the mansion. The worst thing that happened during the whole day, besides Percy throwing up after riding the Sickened Skull for the third time, was the fault of Mr. Weasley.

It was nearing the end of the day and Harry, Blaise, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny had just gotten on the parachute ride and strapped themselves into the seats and had been hoisted up to the top of a pole along sturdy steel cables. Now, had things gone as they were supposed to the ride would have dropped them straight down into a fast plunge before the ride slowed automatically at a certain point. What they hadn't realized when they were being hoisted back up was that the ride attendant that had helped strap them in was the only one operating that ride for the day and he hadn't yet made it back to the control box to start the ride. Mr. Weasley had though and his fascination with plugs and buttons and anything electric had compelled him to play around with the unattended treasure in front of him.

Things got even worse for the group on the ride when they managed to take their attention off of the fact that they were being jerked uncontrollably up and down long enough to hear the attendant yelling that he couldn't get into the booth because it was locked.

"That's it!" Bill gritted his teeth and pulled his wand after a particularly violent jerk that had them either throwing up or near to it. "Veno Desina!"

Magic and machinery collided and through sheer force of will Bill's spell overrode the electrical circuits and fried them, bringing the ride to a blessed halt. Inside the box Mr. Weasley seemed to realize that the ride was no longer working and upon discovering that the door with the eckeltric box wouldn't open apparated outside in time to hear the children yelling to be gotten down.

"What's going on?" He asked in confusion, "did something go wrong?"

"Something started happening with the controls!" The frantic attendant growled as he paced, waiting for someone to show up with the maintenance truck to get the kids down, "the boss is gonna skin me alive for this."

Mr. Weasley blushed, but remained silent as he realized that he was the one to have caused the trouble with his insatiable curiosity. He was also about to use magic to fix his mistake before realizing that he couldn't in front of the muggle and so joined the muggle in waiting helplessly. Ten minutes later the truck finally arrived and the bucket was sent up so that they could be un-strapped and let down two by two. Harry and Blaise were let down last and came down just in time to see them grilling the hapless ride attendant mercilessly, only to stop abruptly when they saw their children safe on the ground. In an embarrassing, but much welcomed display, Harry and Blaise were swept up into their father's arms and hugged tightly before being led away. It was apparent that their day was suddenly at an end.

Slightly put out the group began to head towards the parking lot even as they were a bit relieved to be going home, that last ride had put them all a bit out of sorts. The good mood of the group was returned though when they came upon the mime.

"What in Merlin's," began one twin.

"Name is that man," picked up the other.

"Doing?" they ended in a chorus.

Harry looked over and saw that they were looking at a mime.

"That's a mime," he said before explaining, "they don't talk, but they'll stand there and act things out to try and make people laugh and to just be amusing."

The look in the twin's eyes spoke of mischief as they tripped over to the mime, bowing with a flourish to the man who clapped his white gloved hands to his painted face and pretended to look in shock between the twins before fainting. Neatly recovering from the practiced fall the mime jumped back up and grinned at the twins and went to lunge at them before acting as if he had been jerked back by some invisible force. Glaring around suspiciously the mime began reeling an imaginary rope towards him, but by now the twins had caught on and 'grabbed' at the other end. A furious game of tug-of-war ensued with the mime digging his heels furiously into the ground as he pretended to fight against the twins before suddenly letting go of the rope.

For a moment the twins almost seemed to lose their place in the game before falling backwards into a tangle. With pretend look of shock on his face the mime helped the twins up and fluttered around them, brushing them off before allowing a smirk to grace his painted face as he waved them off. The twins looked ready to go back for another round but Mrs. Weasley grabbed onto the collars of their shirts and pulled them towards the now waiting cars. Exhausted but in high spirits the group piled into the vehicles and made their way back to the Darkov mansion where the Weasley's would floo home; Trevor had warded a room in which a fireplace was hooked up to the floo, but it was protected so that you could only floo out and not in.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed, now I must reluctantly return to the reality of too much homework. My email is also now going to be in my bio if anyone has a question/comment they want to email.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed:

Dreamweaver: I will get to the results on what Trevor and Manuel discover soon. I just need to work it in right. Hermione's reaction to Harry and Blaise is based off of what she saw with the troll; no one in the wizarding world really knows about Harry being Harry Potter-Darkov, they still know him as simply Harry Potter.