Last time on Wizard Born, Mafia Raised: "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.

Spells will be in underlined italics.

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

-V

They spent the following month getting ready for Hogwarts, and what better way to commemorate getting their letters, than to go get their school supplies? Vito and Adalina watched as the boys darted early through the crowds in Diagon Alley toward Gringotts; the Wizarding bank ran by goblins. "Boys, slow down!" Vito called, only to shake his head as the boys seemed to just run faster. "Or not." He muttered, earning a chuckle from his wife, who leaned against his arm. The boys were moving too fast for Harry to be identified by the crowds, which put the adults at ease, somewhat. They'd rather not deal with getting their kids through a mob of people.

"Oh, to be young again, and to receive your Hogwarts letter." She mused, watching as her two stopped near the steps to wait on them. The four entered the bank, approaching one of the goblin tellers. The goblins sneered and glared at the humans, but Vito was unfazed, as was Harry and Blaise. They were confident not to piss off the blood thirsty warrior race, and Adalina was cautious at best, leaning closer to Vito.

"How may we help you, Mr. Scaletta?" The teller greeted Vito, who had accumulated quite the wealth with his 'business'. Adalina had a separate vault, just in case things went South.

"Hello, Ripshaw. The boys here got their letters to Hogwarts, so we need to get money from my vault to get their supplies." Vito explained calmly, on a somewhat decent standing with the goblin nation.

"Ah, I see. Very well then, Mr. Scaletta. I'm assuming you have your key?" The question was rhetorical, as his toothy grin widened. Vito wordlessly handed over his key, while Ripshaw inspected it. He nodded and gave the key back, Vito pocketing it. "Griphook, escort Mr. Scaletta and his family to vault 396."

Another goblin came, escorting the family to the requested vault. Harry sat beside Griphook and Blaise, with Vito and Adalina in the back. "Hold on." Griphook said with a deadly grin, as the cart shot off, speeding down into the bowels of the bank. Twists and turns, along with loops reminded Harry of a roller coaster ride. As they sped by, he swore he saw a puff of fire, from a dragon. Harry grinned to himself, that would be wicked. "Vault 396." Griphook stated as they arrived at their vault. "Key, please." Vito handed him the key, as the vault opened up. Piles and piles of galleons filled the vault, mingled in with sickles and knuts.

"Blimey, dad. How rich are you?" Harry breathed out, only to wince as Adalina smacked the back of his head. "What, Mum?"

"You don't go about asking someone how rich they are." She reprimanded, "It's rude. Besides, does it matter how rich your father is?"

"No, Mum, it doesn't." He ducked his head, while Vito merely chuckled and began to gather a bunch of galleons into a pouch.

Before they left, Vito discreetly gave Griphook and Ripshaw two galleons each, tipping his fedora to them before he left with his family. "Now, boys, since your Mother doesn't like the carts very well, I'm going with her to The Leaky Cauldron so she can get a small -pick up. We'll meet you boys at Madam Malkin's in thirty minutes. Hopefully you'll have your robes and such."

"Oh, Vito, I don't need you to join me." His wife tried to push her husband away, but swayed slightly, a little green in the face. He merely chuckled and wrapped her close to him.

"You paid me eleven years ago to be your bodyguard and right hand man. Five years ago you accepted my proposal to marry you. I'm not going anywhere with you. I'm your husband first, right hand man second." He affirmed, causing her to smile gently while the two walked off into the crowd.

The two entered Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occassions. "Hogwarts, dears?" Madam Malkin questioned, bustling over with a warm smile. She was in her prime, a brunette with slightly graying hair. The two nodded, while she tutted and led the two to a set of stools, where two others were getting fitted opposite of them. They stood on their stools, Harry and Blaise instantly on their guard. Oh yes, Adalina Zabini-Scaletta had told them all about the Malfoy family. She warned them to keep Draco and Eta, the Malfoy twins, at arms length, while avoid their parents all together.

"Ah, hello, Zabini." Draco greeted, nodding slightly to Blaise. He had aristocratic features; a pale, lean face with high cheekbones and slightly pointed chin. His grey eyes were like miniature thunderstorms that betrayed nothing. His platinum blonde hair was slicked back, gleaming in the light with how much product he used. He was wearing some of the finer clothes that his family could afford, dark brown in color, with the shirt being of a light gray. His shoes were shined, and he screamed 'I'm better than you, and I know it'.

Blaise and Harry said nothing, while Draco narrowed his eyes at the obvious dismissal. His sister, Eta spoke up, "So, who're you then?" She, like her brother, had platinum blonde hair, and the same thundercloud-grey eyes, but her chin was less pronounced, although she still had the high cheekbones.

"Scaletta. Harry Scaletta" He said before promptly going back to ignoring her.

"A pleasure to meet you, then, Harry Scaletta." He greeted the boy with the formal skills instilled within him by his tutors. However, like Blaise, Harry ignored him. "Why you filthy little...ow, watch where you're pointing those needles, woman!" He batted at the assistant who caught sight of Harry's scar, but one look from the boy caused her to quickly look away.

"Well, you're all done here, dearies." Madam Malkin said, noting the tension that was growing between the four. Harry and Blaise got off their stools, and with a small parting nod to Eta, Harry and Blaise exited the shop, running straight into Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy.

'Great, out of the frying pan, and into the fire.' Harry thought with a small frown, before he nodded as politely as he could to the elder Malfoys, "Excuse us, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy. We were just on our way to find our parents." Blaise spoke first, the two trying to move past.

"Ah, yes. Mr. Zabini, and this must be your adopted brother, Mr. Scaletta." Mr. Malfoy said coolly, his hard eyes narrowed as he observed the two. Taking note of Harry's lightning bolt scar, he strolled forward and gripped Harry's shoulder with his cane, "Forgive me, Mr. Scaletta. But I'm curious on your scar, and how you got it. It's quite interesting."

"Hey, Malfoy. Get your hands off my son." Vito spoke up, strolling forward with Adalina standing behind him.

"I was merely observing his scar, Mr. Scaletta. No need to act so brash." Mr. Malfoy said smoothly, while Narcissa returned with Draco and Eta, the two twins watching the scene with silent interest. While they knew Vito could handle himself, Harry and Blaise began to mentally prepare for a fight.

"Be that as it may, Malfoy, step away from the boys." Vito said, a hint of warning in his voice as he stepped into Mr. Malfoy's personal space, their noses almost touching. "It would be a shame if you got your ass handed to you, now wouldn't it?" His Boston accent was coming out in full force, and Mr. Malfoy took a step back, and almost went for his wand, however Vito simply gripped the arm and wretched it backward, along with Mr. Malfoy.

Mr. Malfoy narrowed his eyes and flared his nose, a hint of his anger that was threatening to surface. "I do apologize for invading your personal space, Mr. Scaletta. I hope you have a good first year at Hogwarts. Come along, children. Your mother and I have to get your Potion supplies." With that, the head of the Malfoy family strolled off with what dignity he could keep, his family hurrying after him.

Vito let out a sigh, only to wince as Adalina slapped his arm, "Ow, what was that for, dear?"

"You almost caused a scene in Diagon Alley, and what's worse, it was with Malfoy. You know the connections he has!" She hissed, narrowing her eyes at him.

"I'm not scared of no blonde ponce like him. Besides, we have more connections than he does!" Vito said, shrugging, only to be slapped again, "Stop slapping me, woman!"

"Be that as it may, that doesn't mean you should act like two children settling their differences on the school yard!" She 'harrumped' before she managed a tight-lip smile to her sons, "Come along boys. We have to go get your wands and then pack everything for Hogwarts." The Scaletta family went to Ollivander's without further ado, entering the shop as the bell gave off a small 'jingle'.

"Ah, Mr. Scaletta, and Mrs. Zabini-Scaletta. It's been eleven years since you've been in here, Mr. Scaletta, and 25 for you, Mrs." Ollivander spoke up as he came out from behind the shelves of wands. "And you've brought your children. Who wants to go first?" Harry stepped forward, sighing inwardly, wondering how long it was going to take. The measuring tape was unnecessary in his opinion, I mean honestly, why did his nose have anything to do with a wand choosing him? "Let's try this wand, Mr. Scaletta. Cherry, somewhat firm, with the core of a unicorn hair." Harry gripped the wand and gave it a wave, only for the candle-lit lamp to shatter on impact. "Okay, definitely not. Let's try this one, then; Alder, bendy and the core of Veela hair."

Giving it a wave, Harry smiled sheepishly as several wand boxes flew off the shelf. "Okay, maybe not." He muttered, as Ollivander snatched it away.

"Bet you five galleons and a round of that, that Harry will take about fifteen more minutes to get his wand." Vito leaned in and muttered to his wife, who merely smirked, confirming that the bet was on.

Approximately fourteen minutes and 30 seconds had passed whenever Ollivander returned from the back of his store with a very dusty box in his hand. He blew some of the dust off, ignoring Harry's coughing as he opened it. "Try this one, Mr. Scaletta." Grasping the wand that was dark red in color, with a few thorns and bumps along the handle and shaft, Harry felt a warmth fill him, followed by a cold chill. The flames in the shop flickered for a moment, before growing brighter until it calmed down.

"Interesting, Mr. Scaletta. Very interesting. 11 inches, Dogwood, with the core a blend of an augurey's tail feather and boomslang venom. It seems that this wand will be well suited for anything you set your mind too, whether it be Charms, Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, so on and so forth. Be warned, however, Mr. Scaletta. Due to the wand being made from Dogwood and the cores, it may be a bit difficult to control, and has quite the vicious streak. You're going to do great things with this." He had a twinkle in his eyes, and Harry was getting a little perturbed from it. "Regardless, that will be fourteen galleons for both. Can I interest you in some wand holsters?"

However, the family simply paid for their wands and headed home, intent on getting ready for September 1st.

XxXx

"Boys, come in here for a moment." Vito called out, glancing at the clock. It was 8:45 AM on September 1st, the day the boys were scheduled to leave for Hogwarts. Blaise and Harry entered, both dressed after him. Harry was wearing a simple black suit jacket, a wine colored button up, and black slacks. He wore Chelsea boots, shining them somewhat, with his hair spiked up today.

Blaise, on the other hand, was wearing a tan suit jacket, light blue button up shirt, tan pants and all black Oxfords that were gleaming in the light due to how he shined them. His hair was tied back into a short ponytail, as he raised an eyebrow, "Yes, father?"

"I have several gifts for you, since you're starting at Hogwarts. I've taught you how to fight with hand-to-hand, and in some weapons. You have your skills from Coach Michael and Cody. I ask you not to go around picking fights, but only to end them." Vito said, in his lecturing tone. Harry and Blaise exchanged a glance, but said nothing. "Now, the first gifts are some wand holsters that I nicked during a job." Handing them to the boys, he watched as they strapped them to their waists, sheathing their wands. "I want you to practice drawing your wands until it becomes second nature. The second gift, are of the Muggle variety." He reached into his first drawer, pulling it open as he produced two knives and holsters.

Holding up the first knife, Harry took note that it was around 4-5 inches, the blade itself being solid black, with a silver handle. "Blaise, c'mere." The dark skinned boy stepped forward, with Vito strapping the holster against Blaise's skin, before rolling down his sleeve. "Keep it hidden, and don't use it unless necessary." Glancing toward the door, he added with a smirk, "Or if someone decides to piss ya off and you want revenge. But don't tell your mother I said that." Holding up the second knife, which was silver on the blade, and red on the handle, he put it in its sheath, the 4-5 inch blade hidden within. Like with Blaise, he strapped it on the inside of Harry's wrist, rolling the sleeve down. "You boys make me proud, and uphold the Scaletta-Zabini name. Don't try to get into too much trouble, but if ya do, find a way out. Watch each other's back, got it?" Seeing their nods, he ruffled their hair and held them close to him in a tight hug for a moment. Letting them go, he smirked, "Let's go get your third and final gift from your mother."

The trio traveled downstairs, where a screech was heard. "Father, was that a bird?" Blaise questioned, only for Vito to wink at him in return. Entering the dining room, Adalina stood there staring out at the window, where rain threatened to break through the dark clouds overhead. On her shoulders, a white-snowy owl with black specks sat on her left, while a dark Eagle owl sat on her right.

"Good morning, boys. I see that you're up and packed for Hogwarts." She turned and smiled at them. "Ah, and you're both dressed so well. You'll have to beat the ladies off with a stick." Amusement danced in her eyes as her boys glanced at each other, before they stared back at her. Girls weren't on their minds, they were eleven, for Christ's sake! "This lovely snowy owl is for you, Harry, while this Eagle owl is for you, Blaise. We have supplied cages and owl treats. Consider them gifts for getting into Hogwarts. As I'm sure your father said, make us proud." With that, the owls flew to their respectful owners, and after petting them for a bit, the boys put them in their cages until they were ready to leave for Hogwarts.

The family all sat in the living room and watched The Andy Griffith Show, and while it wasn't Adaline's favorite, she had to admit that Sheriff Andy had a way to make her smile. Time passed, and soon it was around 9:30. The family all got ready to go, the boys grabbing their trunks and owls, while Vito started the car up. Driving to Kings Cross, they made their way to Platform 9 3/4. Glancing at it nervously, Harry looked at his father in a silent question. The father merely smiled and ruffled Harry's hair, before the two took off towards the wall in a run. Harry braced himself for impact, only for none to come. Opening his eyes, he gazed around before his sight landed on a magnificent red steam engine. On the side, in big, gold letters read The Hogwarts Express.

Setting his trunk and owl down, who he named Hedwig, Harry turned to look at his father. "Dad, I'm kind of scared. What if I don't make any friends? What if I get sorted into the wrong house?" He bit his lip nervously, only for Vito to smile warmly and get down on one knee, so that he was eye-level with Harry.

"Oh, I'm sure that won't happen. Yeah, you're hard to give your trust away so easily, but with Blaise at your side, you're bound to make friends. As I've said, loyalty above all else. And as for the wrong house thing, no matter what, your Mother and I will still love you. That's not gonna change." He ruffled Harry's hair again and hugged him tightly. After letting Harry go, he quickly wrapped Blaise up into a hug, much to Blaise's protest, who had escaped his mother, only to be replaced with Harry.

"Harry, I'm so proud of you and Blaise. You both are just the sweetest, kindest boys. Do have fun at Hogwarts, and be sure to write to your Father and I often." Adaline said while she stared at him, some tears in her eyes.

"Aw, Mum. No need to cry." Harry said, somewhat awkwardly. He had never been good at dealing with crying women. He reached up and wiped her tears away, offering a small smile. "Blaise and I will be sure to write often, and we'll have fun at Hogwarts."

"Come on, Harry. Let's go find a compartment." Blaise suggested, while he nodded. The two gave their parents one last hug before boarding the train. The train station itself was relatively empty, most families arriving around 10:30 or so, despite the train leaving at 11:00. Lifting their trunks up int the racks, Harry and Blaise let out Hedwig and Kestrel, respectively before they settled down with reading some of the material required for first year Hogwarts students. Blaise was reading Magical Theory, while Harry was reading One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi. Soon, the platform was filled with crying families and excited first years, bustling with activity. Glancing briefly out the window, Harry saw two things he didn't like: a group of redheads, and a quartet of platinum blonde haired Malfoys. That much red, clashing with that blonde hurt his eyes.

Soon the train's whistle sounded, and with a lurch, began to move. The two continued to read their books in silence, the only sound being the occasional turn of a page. However, their peace didn't last long, when a knock sounded at the door. Blaise opened it to reveal three females, all with their trunks and robes on, one of them being Eta Malfoy. "Do you mind if we sit here?" The first female questioned, her dark blonde hair tied into braids, a delicate eyebrow raised. Her ocean blue eyes gazed at Blaise and scanned the compartment, finding Harry, before flickering back to Blaise.

"What say you, Harry?" Blaise questioned, only for Harry to grunt in agreement. "Very well, then. Come on in." The three girls shuffled inside, closing the compartment door allowing Blaise and Harry to lift their trunks. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Blaise Zabini, and this is my brother, Harry Scaletta." Blaise nodded to his brother, who merely flipped a page of his book. "Don't mind him, though. He doesn't talk much."

"It's not that I don't talk much, it's just that I prefer not to waste my breath on strangers." Harry shrugged, his emerald eyes glaring at Blaise, who merely smirked in reply. He sighed and sat down his book before extending a hand to the three females, "Harry Scaletta, at your service." He brushed his lips across the top of their hands, as his Father said it was the only way to properly greet a woman. "Ms. Malfoy, I do wish to apologize for the scene our Father caused in Diagon Alley." He figured now would be the best time to get the awkwardness out of the way.

Eta, to her credit, didn't seem to be too upset by it and merely waved it away with a dismissal of her hand. "My father was in the wrong, but you should have heard how he and Draco ranted and raved about the nerve of that Scaletta man." She rolled her eyes. "This here is Daphne Greengrass and Tracy Davis."

Daphne was the one who asked if they could enter the compartment, and Tracy was a girl of pale skin, dark brown hair and some freckles adorning her face. Her blue eyes seemed to have a hidden mischief behind them, despite the way she held herself in the compartment at the time. They all began to chatter quietly, only stopping to munch on some sugary snacks that the lady with the trolley dropped off.

Tracey spotted Harry's scar, and was about to question it, only for his glare and Eta elbowing her in the ribs stopping it. She quickly got the hint and moved onto another topic, "So, what house do you think you two will be in?"

"Either Ravenclaw or Slytherin. Can't see myself as a Hufflepuff of a Gryffindor, truth be told." Blaise shrugged, glancing at his brother, "Harry?"

"Does it matter? What ever house I'm in, I'm in." He shrugged before the compartment door opened to reveal a lanky red-headed boy, freckles all over, a smidge of dirt on his nose. "It's rude to enter without knocking first." He stated coolly, eyes narrowed.

"Well, I was wondering if I could sit here." He mumbled out.

"Well, seeing as how it's rather somewhat full, we doubt we could fit one such as yourself." Eta said while giving him a dismissive glance.

"Nobody asked you, Malfoy." The boy sneered, only for the female to turn her nose up at him. "Besides, I probably should be out with all of these snakes anyway. They're rotten luck." Six eyes turned on him in a furious gaze, while Blaise and Harry merely exchanged glances, before the two stood up.

"Might I suggest that you leave, before you face bodily harm?" Blaise raised an eyebrow, while Harry stood next to him, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his slacks. The boy got the hint and left quickly. However, before the two could sit down, the door opened up immediately to reveal the pointed face of Draco Malfoy, flanked by two gorillas for bodyguards.

"I finally found you, Eta! What are you doing hanging out with this rift-raft? Father warned you about him." He gave a pointed look to Harry, who merely narrowed his eyes. Blaise, however took a step forward.

"Rift-raft? She came to us on her own accord, probably trying to get away from you." Blaise sneered. "Yes, you two may be twins and bully for you, but she's obviously vastly different from you, it's hard to know you're related."

Draco's face flushed with anger, before he seemed to grow calm, a smile blooming on his face. "Have I introduced you to Crabbe and Goyle, Zabini?" At the mention of their names, the two stepped forward, being somewhat built for two eleven year olds. They were intimidating to anyone without training, yet for Harry and Blaise, it would be just another night at Trinity.

"Blaise, don't." Harry warned, but he reluctantly removed his hands from his pockets, knowing what was going to happen.

"You know what Father and Mother said, Harry. I think this is the perfect situation." Blaise argued, before he moved his head back away from Goyle's punch, countering with a right hook, following up with a left knee. The boy dropped to the ground, gasping for breath. Crabbe went to grab Blaise, who circled out of the way, and Harry entered with a quick jab to the boy's face, following up with a liver shot. Seeing the boy wince and his hands aim for Harry again, the emerald eyed fighter continued with a left hook, and finished with a body kick to the liver as soon as Crabbe's hands went to guard his face.

With his bodyguards indisposed of, Draco paled and his eyes widened with fear. Harry strolled forward, stepping over the two and leaned in close to the scion of the Malfoy family. Blaise and Eta were reminded of the day in Diagon Alley, while Blaise kept a close eye on Crabbe and Goyle. "I suggest that you don't try to boss your sister around, Malfoy. If you do, you'll have to deal with me. Is that understood?" Seeing him nod, Harry's lips turned upward into a smirk as he stepped back, "Good. Now get out of my sight." The young Malfoy heir scurried away, with Crabbe and Goyle following as soon as they got off the ground.

Sitting back down, Harry calmly returned to his book, acting as if nothing happened. Daphne, on the other hand, wouldn't let it drop. "How in the hell did you two do that? You took them out like they were nothing!"

"Training. Lots and lots of training." Blaise answered. "Speaking of which, Harry. Did we manage to pack our things?" Harry grunted, causing Blaise to roll his eyes, "Okay, just making sure."

"And what things would these be?" Tracey raised an eyebrow, only for Blaise to grin.

"Training gear. Coach Michael and Cody would have our hides if we weren't training, despite being sent to 'boarding school'." Blaise explained. The three purebloods merely nodded, somewhat confused as to why they would bring their muggle training gear to a magical school, but let it drop for the most part. Eta, however, kept stealing glances at Harry, her mind whirling a mile a minute. Just who was Harry Scaletta, and why did he defend her?

Alright folks, this was the longest chapter I've written for this story! I'm going to try to keep each and every chapter after this about the same length, but I'm not making any promises. If you all have any questions about where I got the wand specifications, I got them from this site, here: pottermoreschosenfew. weebly wandlore . html

If you all have any questions or complaints about the chapter, please list them below. I hope you all have enjoyed, and I will see you next time on WBMR!

-V