Last time on Wizard Born, Mafia Raised: 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."

Thoughts are in italics

Spells will be in underlined italics.

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

-V

Adalina Zabini sighed, as she stared out of the window of her car. Vito was sitting next to her, along with another guard in the back, the driver and another guard in the front. She had decided to make a stop to Diagon Alley, or rather, Knockturn Alley. She had tried for a year to leave the Wizarding World behind, but her roots called back to her. She wanted to gather a few books and add them to the library. However, she didn't necessarily know why Vito was coming along, with him being a Muggle. They parked the car, with everyone getting out, Vito looking around. "The Leaky Cauldron? What kind of place is this?" He asked, causing her to whip her head at him, staring at the man.

"You can see The Leaky Cauldron?" She questioned, eyes wide.

"Well, yeah. Although it seems that most of these people can't. They act like it's not even there." Vito said, in a somewhat bewildered tone. "Why, what is it?"

Adalina rubbed her temples, sighing, "Just, come along, Vito. I'll explain everything tonight." With that, Lady Zabini strolled inside, with Vito and another guard following, while the rest hung around the car. She briefly nodded to Tom, the bald bartender who grinned a toothless smile. Vito grimaced, but nodded as well, averting his eyes. He saw plenty of people in robes, all having their own conversations. He narrowed his eyes, deep in thought. He hadn't forgotten about Sirius, or the men who had came looking for him. They were dressed exactly like the people in The Leaky Cauldron. He began to put the pieces of the puzzle into place, but kept his mouth shut. Hell, he didn't want to sound like a fool.

Stopping at a brick wall, Vito looked around, blinking in surprise. "Uh, Mrs. Zabini, this is a dead end." The aforementioned female merely turned and smirked at him, before pulling out a stick from within her sleeve. Raising an eyebrow, he muttered, "Dunno what a stick's gonna do for ya."

"Oh, Vito, it's not a stick." She huffed, rolling her eyes as she began to tap certain places in the wall. Suddenly the bricks moved, shifting and sliding away to reveal an entire new street, lined with buildings, crowded with people in robes. "Welcome, to Diagon Alley." Vito stared, wide eyed and had to break out of his stupor to catch up to Adalina, who walked forward with the other guard. "Surely you've figured some of it out by now?" She glanced at him, the man remaining calm, although his eyes darted around, observing.

"Well, if I had to guess, I'd say that the stick your holding is some kind of wand, and that this is a kind of magical place. But that's crazy. Magic isn't real." He hoped that he sounded as convincing as he did in his head.

"Isn't it, though?" She purred, a large smile crossing her face. "Before we go any further, let's go to Ollivander's Wand Shop. We'll find some answers there, I hope." Without another word, she quickly changed direction, heading to the left and into a shop. Vito followed, entering as he gazed around. The shop itself was clean enough, although there were shelves upon shelves with small, rectangular boxes on them. "Ollivander? Are you here?" She called out.

"Ah, Mrs. Zabini. Quite peculiar that you're here. I already sold you your wand, many years ago." A voice joked out, as the man in question came into view. He was skinny, with wide light blue eyes, his white hair sticking out everywhere. "What can I do for you, today?"

"Well you see, Mr. Ollivander, my associate, Mr. Scaletta here came from the United States, from a Muggle background. However, he can see the Leaky Cauldron, and in turn, see and enter Diagon Alley. I'm wondering if he's magical, even if he's a squib."

Ollivander's eyes shot to Vito, who stepped back as the man got closer. "Hey, watch it, buddy." Vito scowled, only for Ollivander to smile faintly.

"Tell me, Mr. Scaletta, have you ever had a lapse in memory?" Ollivander questioned, raising a huge, fuzzy eyebrow.

Vito struggled to recall his memories, rubbing a hand on his chin. "I'd have to say so, yeah. Right after..." He trailed off, his eyes widening. It was right after Leo had dropped him off at his new house. There were a few hours he couldn't recall, and if it had been to booze, he would have at least remembered the hang over afterwards. He sighed, muttering, "Son of a bitch. Let's say that I have had some memories...forgotten. Could I get them back?"

Ollivander merely nodded, before pulling out his wand and began to chant. Waving his wand over Vito, a bright yellow light filled the room, before fading. Vito stood there, grasping his head in slight pain as his memories came back. God damned Joe Barboro! He had showed up at Vito's place, after being driven off in the opposite direction. He claimed that he was leaving, and that it would be best if he had just forgotten about the last few hours. Joe...Joe had modified his memory, but apparently memory charms weren't his thing, seeing as how Ollivander restored them easily. "Oh, I'm gonna kill you if I ever find you, Joe." Vito muttered darkly, before he exhaled. "Thanks, Ollivander."

"Think nothing of it, Mr. Scaletta. Tell me, do you have a wand?"

"No, I don't. Joe snapped it." Vito scowled, eyes narrowed. Why Joe did what he did, he had no idea.

"Very well. That's an easy remedy. Which would be your wand arm?"

"Ambidextrous." Vito replied easily. And so, the wand process began. After 30 minutes, Vito had found his wand. An 11" holly wand, the core being a Phoenix feather.

"Curious. I thought I'd be selling this wand to another...Oh well. That will be seven galleons." Vito mentally groaned, realizing he didn't have any wizarding money. However, Adalina came to his rescue, paying for the wand. The three left, while Vito began to sort out his memories of his life, everything coming back to him. He was a wizard. He knew magic. And he was pissed. Adalina began to catch him up on the wizarding world, helping with what Vito had lost. The book was quickly forgotten.

XxXx

Two pairs of feet running toward him, caused Vito to look up from the Daily Prophet. He was dressed in simple slacks, a white button up shirt, and shoes. His hair had grayed a bit more in the past eleven years, but he was still relatively handsome, if he said so himself. He stood and glanced at the time, it was 4:45 PM. It was time to take the boys to training. He grinned somewhat, glad that Blaise and Harry were excited about martial arts. While he had regained his magical abilities, he was muggle raised, so he decided to continue to act like a muggle. Rather than his wand, which he had in its wrist holster, he preferred hand-to-hand combat, his knives and guns.

The only reason Vito signed the boys up for a self defense class, was because of a beating that Harry and Blaise took against some older kids one year in Primary. He remembered how stubborn the boys were, seeking vengeance against their wounded pride. He smiled at the memory, while the door to his study opened up to reveal Harry and Blaise.

Harry was dressed in a simple black tank top, shorts, and was trying to finish wrapping his hand wraps. His hair was short and spiky, but sometimes he slicked it back to emulate his father. He looked up to the man, whether it be on how to treat a lady, or how to defend himself. He was shorter than Blaise, but could easily whoop the other boy in a spar. He was quiet, calculating, and his trust was hard to gain. Vito had instilled in him that if you didn't have trust or honor, you didn't really have anything. He always told Harry to watch out for Blaise, and vice versa.

Blaise, was somewhat opposite of Harry. He was friendly, charismatic, and trusted somewhat easier than his brother. However, he held the same beliefs that Vito taught Harry, and had Harry's back before anyone else. His hair was pulled back into a small pony tail, despite his mother telling him that it wasn't his look. He was dressed in a simple white t-shirt, shorts, and had his hand wraps ready. "Can we go now, Dad?" Blaise questioned, a somewhat impatient tone to his voice. "I wanna get there so we can stretch, maybe spar with Michael or Cody."

"You could have easily stretched here." Harry muttered, easily deflecting a jab from his brother, countering with a hook to the body, before the boy got out of Blaise's center-line. "And why spar with Coach Michael or Cody, when you could spar with me?" Harry grinned, his emerald eyes shining with some mischief.

"Because we all know how that will end up." Blaise grumbled, rolling his dark eyes, although there was mirth in his voice.

"C'mon boys, we better go. Did you say goodbye to your mother?" Seeing the boys' nod, he tossed Harry the keys, "Go start her up. I gotta say goodbye to your mom." With that, Vito strolled toward their bedroom, where Adalina was getting ready for a meeting with the boys. "Bye, honey, I'll be taking the kids to Trinity. I'll see you later." He kissed her deeply, sighing as she pulled away.

"Don't worry, Vito. Count your cards right, and we may have some fun later." She winked at him, while he grinned and left. Everytime she said that, they ended up making love.

After the short drive to Trinity, they entered, where Vito waved to Cody and Michael. Michael was bald, standing at 5'8 and had a bit of a belly. Back in his prime, Michael was in the best shape of his life, competing for his coach's gym. Now, he had semi-retired, from the ring, at least. He then started to teach kids and adults alike how to defend themselves. He had taken a liking to Harry and Blaise, training them when he could, and when he wasn't taking care of his wife and their newborn daughter.

Cody, on the other hand, had competed several times for Trinity, and had come back with several medals for Brazilian Jujitsu, a belt for Muay Thai, and had just won another during a recent fight he was in. Cody had inquisitive brown eyes, a goatee and always a smile on his face. His hair used to be a man-bun, but he cut it into a more manageable hairstyle. Due to him competing and teaching BJJ, he was in shape, more so than Michael, anyway.

"Ready to train, boys?" Cody jogged over to them, sweat on his face. Harry and Blaise grinned, bowing onto the mat before Cody nodded to Vito, "We'll have them competing in no time, Vito."

"Oh, I'm sure you will. I'll be back to get them later." Vito smiled and quickly left, heading toward his house. If he hurried, he could catch his wife before she left for the meeting.

XxXx

Vito and Adalina stood in the kitchen, while they heard Harry and Blaise dart around in the training room. "I bet you that Harry will win." Vito murmured in her ear, while she cut up some carrots. "If he does, we get to do that." Her eyes widened, before she regained her composure.

"If Blaise wins, you get to deal with only oral tonight." She purred back, hearing Vito mumble something under his breath. However, the spar soon ended, and the sound of running feet was heard throughout the house. "I wonder why they stopped." She questioned, causing Vito to shrug while he turned and flipped the steaks.

"Mum, Dad! Look!" The two chorused, causing their parents to gaze at them. In their hands lay two identical letters, bearing the insignia of a lion, raven, snake and badger, all on a shield.

Their letters to Hogwarts arrived.

Hopefully you all won't lose interest in the story now that I've made Vito to be a wizard. There was a reason I did this, but that won't be explained until later, during Harry's fourth or fifth year. Hope you all enjoyed. R&R

-V