Last time on Wizard Born, Mafia Raised: 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.

Thoughts are in italics

Spells will be in underlined italics.

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

-V

The first few months passed relatively easy, Vito being able to care for Harry with the money he accumulated as a 'business man'. While he and his sister weren't on friendly terms, she agreed to help out with Harry, out of obligation that "the boy would need a feminine touch", and that "if you aren't going to settle down and give the boy a mother, then Aunty Francesca will have to do."

However, around Christmas of 2001, an old friend of Vito's came calling.

Vito owed a lot to Leo Galante, the Consigliere of the Vinci Crime Family. He had helped Vito out whenever the man was in prison, eventually gaining enough respect from Leo and the others to become a Made Man. However, due to conflicting reasons, Vito and his best friend Joe Barboro, became some hired muscle for the Falcone Family. Now, it appeared that Leo was calling in some debts that Vito owed him, after the events that Vito and Joe caused with the Triads.

This is where we find Vito and young Harry today, the two watching as moving men packed up their belongings. "Sorry it had to be this way, kid." Leo's grandfatherly voice came from within the kitchen, where the man was nursing a glass of bourbon. Vito sighed and rocked Harry in his arms, waving it away. "It was either this, or send you down to New Orleans. Which would you have preferred?"

"Honestly, I doubt Harry would be able to stand the New Orleans weather, so I'm glad you're sending us to London." He shrugged his shoulders, while Leo held out his arms. He handed Harry over, the baby gurgling and clapping his hands at Leo. The old consigilere smiled and cooed at Harry.

"Where'd ya get the kid again?" Leo questioned, as he made faces at young Harry.

"Uh, his Uncle handed him off to me for a while. Said that he needed someone to watch after Harry." Vito quickly lied, not knowing how he would explain that a man just appeared at his doorstep, handed him a baby and then disappeared into thin air.

Leo narrowed his eyes somewhat, but let it drop. "Now, you're certain you have enough money to keep you and Harry living comfortably in London?" While the man was working for the Vinci Crime Family, he wasn't heartless, and he had a lot of respect for Vito. Considered him one of his own, despite how badly he and Barboro fucked things up with the Triads.

"Yeah, I'm sure." Vito nodded his head, knowing that he had at least $500,000 in a secure account. He might be able to get more, but that was later on down the line whenever he got to London. Leo told him he would be helping out one of the crime families there. Apparently the crime family was the Zabini family, where Vito would be helping protect Mrs. Zabini. Normally women wouldn't be allowed to run things in the mob, but she apparently rose through the ranks as the 'Black Widow'. According to what Leo could tell Vito, she had married 7 times, and whenever the husbands mysteriously died, she acclaimed all of their wealth. Her latest husband was a crime lord, went by the name of Bernard 'Trigger Happy' Russo.

After Russo died, Mrs. Zabini had all the wealth, and the pleasure of running her own crime organization. Needless to say, Vito was impressed. He wasn't afraid of doing the dirty work, nor getting his hands dirty. He would, however, have to be careful around Mrs. Zabini, and around others. He didn't want another 'Joe Barboro' incident to happen, nor another 'Henry is a FBI' incident to happen. One kept him up at nights, the other caused him to have severe trust issues.

"Well, be sure to send post cards and pictures. I'd love to keep in touch with this one." Leo nodded to Harry, who fell asleep in his arms. Vito merely smiled and nodded, before taking the young child from Leo. "Looks like your cab is here to take you to the airport." Leo remarked, hearing the sound of a horn outside. "The moving company will have your stuff already unpacked and moved in by the time you land. Good luck, kid. Make me proud."

"Will do, Leo. And thanks again, for everything." Vito grabbed his hat and put it atop his head, carrying Harry as he waved goodbye. The two got into the cab and drove off, leaving Leo leaning against the counter, still nursing the glass of bourbon. The elderly man sighed before finishing his glass and setting it down against the counter. He left without a care in the world, leaving the now vacant house. He knew that one of his men would come by and remove the glass, and all traces of someone having lived there later.

XxXx

Adalina Vedova Zabini peered out of the window, sighing slightly. Her baby, Blaise slept peacefully in his crib, while the maid, Jenny was off cleaning somewhere. Several guards were stationed around the house, ensuring their protection. She smiled ruefully, it was such a shame that Bernard had died in the way he had, choking on some fish that he had an allergic reaction to. But how were she to know? It's not like he opened up to her or told her what he was or wasn't allergic to. It was his own fault, really. She sighed happily, content with life. She was extremely rich, had her own criminal organization, and she managed to slip under the radar of the Wizarding World. She and Blaise had intergrated into Muggle society, well enough. After the First Wizarding War, and having remained neutral throughout it, she decided it was time for a change.

The fall of the Dark Lord presented an opportunity. She and Blaise could leave until Blaise was ready for Hogwarts. Her contact in America, Leo Galante, had came to her asking for a favor, from Consigliere to Mob Boss. He pleaded with her to take in a man of his, otherwise the man was going to be whacked by the Triads. Normally, she would have said no, but she was sold due to the fact that Vito did everything with no questions asked, and for the other fact that Vito had a one year old. Vito would be willing to live in the estate with her and Blaise, the two children could grow up to be friends.

"Keep your friends close, and keep your potential allies or enemies closer." She murmured, watching with light blue eyes as a taxi drove up to the estate.

"Ma'am, apparently a Vito Scaletta is at the gate. Should we turn them away?" A voice came in from the intercom on her desk. She turned around, offering a quick 'Let him through', before returning to gaze out the window. The man in question got out of the car, dressed in a business suit, his overcoat trailing the ground slightly. Atop of his head was a black fedora, and a child in his arms. She smiled somewhat; it was showtime.

After paying the taxi driver, Vito pulled Harry closer to his chest, ensuring the baby had some warmth. The boy slept peacefully in his arms, not stirring once. He smiled down at the sight, having grown quite fond of the child. Walking forward, he nodded politely to the guards, receiving a nod and stony glares in return. "Not very friendly, are they buddy?" He muttered to Harry, entering as the guards opened the doors for him.

Gazing around, he saw an impressive sized foyer, several paintings lining the walls. Glancing upward, he saw a skylight and chandelier, along with a staircase that led to the next story of the house. He let out a low whistle, impressed.

"Ah, Mr. Scaletta." A voice called out. He glanced upward and to the left, his eyes falling upon on whom he would assume be his boss. She was dressed in a simple black dress, her raven hair cascading down to frame her face perfectly. Dark red lipstick adorned her lips, which upturned into a polite smile. "How was the flight over from the States?"

"Coulda been quieter, to be honest with you, ma'am." Vito replied as respectfully as he could, his Boston Italian accent coming out.

"Yes, all those people and in that crowded airplane." She nodded faintly, before descending down the stairs, and extending a hand. "My name is Adalina Vedova Zabini. I'm sure Leo told you about me?"

Vito shifted Harry in his arms, shaking her hand gently as he brought it up to his lips briefly. She allowed him, mentally pleased with how he handled himself. "All he told me is that I'd be taking care of ya. A bodyguard of sorts."

"You would be correct in that assumption. The moving men already have your belongings unpacked and put away. Upstairs and to the right at the very end of the hall will be your room. The crib is there as well." Seeing Harry, she smiled and leaned forward, "What's his name?"

"Harry Scaletta." Vito replied, as the baby opened his eyes, causing Adalina to gasp. Vito assumed it was because she hadn't seen eyes quite as green as his, but he'd be wrong. Assuming does make an ass out of oneself, after all. No, the reason she gasped was for another reason. For a particular lightning bolt shaped scar on the boy's forehead.

"Well, I'm sure that Harry and my boy, Blaise, will get along just fine." She purred, a plan formulating in her mind. Oh yes, having Harry Potter in your family could be very profitable, and not in the monetary sense. "Come along, Vito. Allow me to show you around the estate, and introduce you to some of the other people you'll be working with." With that, the group of three walked off, Adalina explaining things as they went.

XxXx

Albus Dumbledore sat in his office at Hogwarts, a lemon drop in his mouth. He suckled on it and chewed, before reaching for another one. He and the remaining members of the Order of the Phoenix had searched for months on end for the missing Harry Potter. Whenever Aurors from America had flooed to the Ministry of Magic with Sirius Black in their possession, he was surprised. He was further surprised to hear that he had young Harry with him, and that Sirius had apparently killed Peter Pettigrew in a fit of rage and revenge. However, whenever Dumbledore asked Sirius about Harry's whereabouts, the man just replied with, "He's somewhere safe."

The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge had then chucked Sirius into Azakaban without a trial, claiming that it was an 'open and shut' case. Dumbledore however, found the whole thing suspicious. Why was Sirius in America with Harry? Why wasn't he taking up residence at Grimmuald 12 Place? He sighed and looked at Fawkes, stroking his feathers, "Do you think young Harry Potter is safe?" The bird just trilled and Albus smiled somewhat, "Here's hoping he is."

This chapter was just to flesh out some of the characters that will be in the story. The next chapter will cover a few years of Harry and Blaise's life, training, and receiving their Hogwarts letter. R&R

-V