Right-o, welcome to another Harry Potter fanfiction! I'll do my best to stick with it, not lose any steam or drive behind this story, and abandon it. No promises, however. Maybe it's a sign that I shouldn't write fanfiction, but I'm going to anyway! In this AU, everything is shifted at least 20 years into the future, so Harry will be a year old at 2001, and attend Hogwarts at 2011. The only reason for this is that it will work better with all the technological advances I have in mind for this story. There will be a slight crossover, with only a few characters from the other universe. The other protagonist of this crossover will be around... 50-60, despite probably being 70-90 in real life. Not really wanting to mentally add up Vito Scaletta's age up in my head right now.

Now, let's get started, shall we?

I own nothing of Harry Potter, or Mafia II/ III.

-V

July 31, 2001: his first birthday, and the day he lost his parents. The young boy named Harry James Potter lost his parents due to the rage and malice of one Lord Voldemort, a dark wizard who attempted to thwart those who might cause a problem in the future. However, whenever dear old Voldy attempted to murder poor little Harry, the Dark Lord vanished, the killing curse rebounding off of the baby and onto Voldemort himself.

The smoldering remains of Godric's Hollow met one Sirius Black, who began to shake with rage. It had to have been Peter that betrayed them. Their best friends since their time at Hogwarts. James and Lily Potter lost their lives due to the betrayal of a rat! Sirius growled lowly, his wand out. How fitting that Peter's animagus form was a rat, the coward. He strolled forward and briefly stopped at seeing James' dead body, before closing his fallen brother's eyes and offered a short prayer. Hearing crying upstairs, his eyes widened as he muttered, "Harry!"

He rushed forward and bounded up the stairs and entering the mostly destroyed nursery. He shuddered, seeing Lily spread eagle beside Harry's crib, her emerald eyes lifeless and staring up at the ceiling. Like with James, Sirius closed her eyes as well, offering another prayer. He turned and saw Harry gazing up at him with the same startling emerald eyes of Lily, taking note of the small lightning bolt scar on his forehead. The scar itself was an angry red, and bleeding somewhat. He reached out and wiped away the blood, before picking up the child. Rocking Harry back and forth, Sirius offered a sad grin as the baby tugged at his beard. "That's right, Harry, Uncle Padfoot is here."

"Pafoo!" The baby gurgled, a small smile on his face.

"We're going to have to get away from here, Harry. Away from England. How's that sound?" He mused, turning to exit the house, only for his foot to brush up against something. Glancing down, he gazed upon a bone white wand. This had to be Voldemort's. No doubt about it. He put Harry back into his crib for a moment before picking up the wand that murdered his friends...his family. "Fuck you, Voldemort." He snarled, before snapping the wand in two. Picking the baby up back again, Sirius apparated from the house, intent on starting a new life for himself and for young baby Harry.

Appearing on the other side of the world, in the Big Apple, Sirius looked around, before sighing somewhat. "Not exactly what I had in mind, but it'll have to do. C'mon, buddy." The wizard and baby mingled into the crowd of muggles, disappearing from sight.

A few days passed without incident. Sirius had been taking care of Harry, staying at a hotel. One day, however, everything went to shit. While shopping, Sirius got a glimpse of a short, pudgy man, with thinning hair and a twitchy demeanor. He was dressed in a grey striped pinsuit. Sirius, a bit of fear clenching his heart, he hesitantly called out, "Peter?"

The man turned, revealing Peter Pettigrew, one of Sirius' and James' best friend from Hogwarts. And the Potters secret keeper! He narrowed his eyes and instantly drew his wand, noting the muggles that were about. "H-hello, Sirius." Peter said meekly, his eyes turning cross eyed at the wand directed at him. "Let's not be hasty, shall we?"

"You betrayed them. You betrayed them! What were you thinking? You spineless coward!" Sirius roared. He knew he was at a serious disadvantage, pun intended, with Harry in one arm.

"I didn't have a choice! He would have killed me otherwise." Peter whined, before he started to back away.

"And you decided to betray your friends for your own hide? You're pathetic. You're not a Gryffindor! You're a coward." Sirius began to stalk the rat, before Pettigrew drew his wand and a sinister smile crossed his face.

"A coward I may be, but at least I didn't kill a bunch of muggles and my best friends, the Potters." Near the end of his sentence, his voice grew louder, causing several more people to stare at him. Sirius to furrow his eyebrows.

"What are you...?" His eyes widened and threw up a Protego, watching as Peter started to kill muggles left and right, before an explosion tore up the street, casting dust everywhere. When the dust settled, Sirius started to shush Harry, who began to cry. He looked around and saw no sign of Pettigrew, only a finger remaining.

Knowing that the Aurors would be here in any second, Sirius gazed down into Harry's emerald eyes for the last time. He kissed Harry's forehead briefly, before he began to run, dodging spells and ignoring the calls for him to stop. He ran until his lungs were burning, and he away from the traffic and crowds. He appeared in the suburbs, running up to a nearby house. The house was a standard two story house, an old fashioned convertible in the driveway. Noting the name 'Scaletta' on the mailbox, Sirius began to knock heavily on the door. 'Please please please, answer. Please.' Sirius began to plead to himself mentally.

"Hold your horses, I'm coming." A voice said from within. The door opened to reveal a man with graying hair which was slicked back. His dark brown eyes narrowed at Sirius and the baby. "Whaddya want?"

"Please...please. I'm about to be arrested any moment now, and the boy needs a home. Take him to the orphanage if you must, but please. I can't be caught with him." Sirius pleaded, eyes wide with fear. Not for himself, no, but for Harry.

The man sighed, eyeing the man and the baby with caution. "Slow down. Who's after you?"

"I don't have time to explain." Sirius said, as the two heard the sound of footsteps approaching from half a block away. "Please, take him. If only for the moment."

The man chewed on his lip for a moment and took the baby from Sirius, "What's your name? And his?"

"His name is Harry Potter. And my name is..." He was cut off, the sounds of footsteps closer.

"SIRIUS BLACK!" An Auror roared. Sirius eyed Harry with a brief smile, before nodding to the man and with a wink and a small pop, he Disapparated from the spot. The man's jaw dropped open as he blinked rapidly. Where the hell did that man...Sirius, just go? He just disappeared out of thin air! He didn't have any more time to ponder it, as three men in robes ran up to his house. "Excuse me sir, have you seen a man around here? Long hair, beard?"

The man shook his head no, before shifting Harry in his arms slightly, "Can't say that I have. Isn't it a bit silly to be running around in your bath robes, though?" He raised an eyebrow, amusement in his voice.

The lead Auror narrowed his eyes before catching sight of Harry, "Sir, we heard claims that Sirius Black had a baby with him."

"Well, I don't know nothing of this Sirius Black fella, or any baby." The man narrowed his eyes, all friendliness in his voice gone. "This baby here is mine. His name is Harry Scaletta. Now if you know what's good for ya, you'd scram outta here." The Aurors thought about protesting, but his friend grabbed him by the shoulder and shook his head. With a withering glance, the men left. Harry cooed slightly, causing the man to look down at him with a faint smile. "Well, no matter what Sirius said, you're not going to no orphanage. Harry Scaletta, eh? It has a nice ring to it. I've always wanted a kid of my own, anyway. Just never had the time to settle down." He rocked Harry gently, before going inside and shutting the door. He laid Harry down onto the couch, and pulled out his cellphone.

He frowned, not really liking all the technological advances that had suddenly come about before he dialed up his sister. "Hey, Francesca? Yeah, I know you said to leave you alone, but I need your help sis. Something weird happened, and now I have a kid in my arms. Yeah, still at the same place. Yeah, see you soon. Love you." He sighed as she hung up without another reply, pocketing the phone. "Women are difficult, aren't they, kiddo?" He glanced at Harry, who giggled at him and babbled. He smirked somewhat and continued to hold him, wondering what life would have in store for him.

Well, it's off to a rocky start, but I am hoping that you all won't hate me too badly for how...off putting this first chapter is. And how it started out. R&R

-V