Breaking the Habit
Prologue
Beatrice Bellini
I couldn't believe the luck I had. My husband and I had been trying to concieve for over a year without luck and had finally decided to look into adoption and on our first interview with the owner of a London adoption agency we fell in love with this beautiful green eyed baby boy. We were told that his parents had died and that his only living relatives didn't want him and put him up for adoption. When the man told us that his name was Harry Potter my husband and I immediately told Mr. Lipton, the owner of the adoption agency, that we wanted him.
My husband and I are originally from Rome but we moved to Los Angeles two years ago but even though we lived a long distance away from Europe we had found out that Lord Voldemort had been defeated and by a child. A child who had been sentenced to spend his days in an orpanage. My husband and I used our influences to speed up the adoption process and by the beginning of December we had a little baby boy and Harry James Potter was no longer in existance. There was only Alexander Lenez Bellini.
We raised our little Alexander to be observant and to watch out for himself but we also made sure to stress his manners. No one would say that our son was rude and disrespectful. Although we did raise him with morals he was also a VERY spoiled child. My husband and I were independently wealthy and together we were able to afford the best in life and as Alex was our only child he reaped all the benefits. He had the best clothes, and all the latest toys in both the muggle and magical world. By the time our little Alex was nine he was fluent in two languages (Italian and English) and was working on his third (French).
Alex was an only child but had close companions in his best friends Troy Welsh, Antionio Johnson, and my Goddaughter Rayven Waters. Rayven and Alex had basically grew up together and understood each other better than anyone else could. Both Rayven and Alex showed great magical ability in their younger years and were tutored privately but they also had a strong passion for musical arts. They were our little prodigies and we made sure to cultivate their talents. The year the two of them turned fourteen we experienced one of the hardest things we'd had yet to handle. Ruth and Adam, Rayven's parents, died in a car crash and my husband and I were given full custody of her. While we were happy to have her, we were torn that our greatest and oldest friends had passed on. It was during that time that Rayven and Alex grew close. I had told Alex, when I was sure that he would understand, that although he was our son and heir, he wasn't biologically ours. We told him of his lineage but also told him to keep the information to himself because not long before his twelth birthday some of Lord Voldemort's followers had returned and there were people searching for him so that they could mold him to be their weapon to fight the new evils.
I knew very well that the wizarding world as a whole thought of my son as their savior and the only one who could defeat Voldemort's followers but I would not allow my son to be thrust into battle while grown people sat in their house wishing for the best. NO! He would fight if he chose to and only if there was a sizable army by his side. I had witnessed how fickle the wizarding world could be and I would not allow my son to be used and discarded the next day. I honestly dreaded the day Alex would be revealed as Harry Potter because once he was there was nothing I could do to protect him from the harsh reality of the world. I wanted to keep him sheltered but knowing Albus Dumbledore, there was only a matter of time before someone from his famed Order came knocking on my door demanding my son attend Hogwarts instead of Salem's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.