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What about Blaise?" Harry asked, "What if he tries to go?"

"Oh, he won't. He'll be too busy with me." Tracey replied sweetly, "We're about to dance, and so are you."

"I am?" Harry asked.

"You are," Daphne responded as she led him out onto the dance floor. "Besides, Father and Mother would be so terribly angry with you if I came home to tell them that my dashing date left to go investigate." She batted her lashes at him with a sickly sweet smile, "And we wouldn't want that, now would we?"

"No, we wouldn't." Harry sighed some, a playfully grin on his face as the four began to dance once more. However, in the back of his mind, he had several questions. Who was that man, who was Jericho, and why did his father and mother seem a bit tense at the name?

Spells will be in underlined italics.

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

Again, this story is an AU.

-V

The Christmas Ball had passed without any more incident, but Harry had more and more curiosity growing within his head. The raven-haired male was always trying to get information from either the guards, his mother, or Vito himself, but everyone was being tight-lipped. Whomever Jericho was, he was putting everyone on edge, and it wasn't like that normally around the Scaletta/Zabini household. Security had increased when possible, and new recruits were brought on to help pick up some slack so that certain members didn't work themselves to death.

The rest of holiday passed without incident, for the most part. Harry waved goodbye, "See ya Coach Cody, Coach Mike!" He bid his instructor's goodbye before turning, glancing at Blaise, who was already beginning to leave. "Wait up!" Harry protested, jogging to catch up to his brother. Blaise snickered some and shook his head, "Not my fault you're so eager to get some food." Harry grumbled.

"Well, we gotta wait on Father and Mother, so why not grab some Subway?" Blaise questioned, shrugging. "Friendly people, good food." He shrugged some. "Come on." They went down the street, before running across the road once traffic was deemed slow enough to not run them down. As they headed down the street a bit more, they entered the local Subway.

"Welcome to Subway!" Two voices chorused; a mandatory greeting that most people received. Harry and Blaise walked in, past the various tables that were set up, and past the small fridge with soda, Gatorade, and waters. Standing just in front of two elderly people, Harry and Blaise waited patiently for their turn.

"Ah, Harry, Blaise!" Their friend greeted, staring at them with a grin from on the other side of the counter. "Good to see you again. Been training?"

"You know it, Kenny." Blaise grinned. "We're hungry, so why not come here?" He questioned, shrugging some. "Harry wanted to stay a bit, but y'know." He rolled his eyes at his brother, the raven haired male merely grumbling some.

"Well, ya can't really blame him, Harry's more apt to train than you are, Blaise. You think of it more as a hobby and skill set, while Harry probably enjoys it more." Kenny said, shrugging some. "So, what will you guys be having?"

"The usual." Harry replied, his stomach grumbling with hunger. He had the decency to blush while Blaise and Kenny chuckled some. "What? I'm hungry." Harry complained.

"You're always hungry, though." Kenny replied as he nodded some. "But that's normal for two growing kids! Alright, same usual as well, Blaise?" Seeing Blaise nod, Kenny got to work. A few minutes later, their sandwiches were presented to them, with Blaise paying a moment later.

The two sat down at a table, beginning to eat quietly, drinking some water to wash down the food. "So, ready to go back to school?" Blaise asked, studying Harry for a moment. He knew that Harry was wondering what the business at the Christmas Ball was about, so perhaps getting his mind off of it would help Harry lose interest in it.

"Well, of course I am. It'll be nice to see Theo again, and Eta." Harry replied, before he glanced at his brother, "Still, can't you help but feel a tiny bit curious as to what happened that night on Christmas?" He asked, arching a brow.

"Yes, I can admit it. But I can also admit it when it's time to let it go." Blaise said easily, shaking his head lightly at Harry. The raven-haired youth pouted some before he finished his sandwich, same with Blaise. Standing, Blaise waved goodbye to Kenny, while Harry walked over and gave the man a hug, after Kenny walked out from behind the counter.

"Now you two be good and stay out of trouble." The male said, staring down at Blaise and Harry with a grin. He rubbed at his beard before he glanced at his watch, "I sadly gotta get back to work, but I know that you two will continue to make me proud."

"Of course!" Harry said with a bit of a puffed out chest. The boy took a liking to Kenny, and always seem to preen under any sort of praise, same with his parents, Michael or Cody.

"C'mon, Harry. See you later, Kenny." Blaise said as the two left. Exiting Subway, the brothers turned and headed down the street some. Their father's limo always picked them up at the street corner, just North of the Subway and where they trained at. Upon seeing the standard limo that normally picked them up, Blaise went to open the door, only for Harry to tug at his sleeve. "What?" He asked, glancing back at Harry.

"Something doesn't seem right." Harry replied, green eyes filled with caution as he stared at the tinted windows of the limo. "Get ready to run, just in case." He murmured, before he let Blaise's sleeve go, heading towards the other side of the car. Harry's hand reached out to the car door, opening it some, only to see someone that wasn't their parents.

"Ah, so the intel was right." The unknown male spoke. Brandishing his firearm, he pointed it at Harry, "Get in." When Harry didn't move, he cocked the hammer, "Now, kid."

Harry's eyes darted to glance up at Blaise, only to see a big male behind his brother. A strong grip was placed against Blaise's neck, forcing him into the limo. Swallowing heavily, Harry entered and the door was closed, the limo driving off after a moment.

About five minutes later, Vito's limo drove up, the elder Scaletta having ran a bit late. Upon not seeing the boys at their normal spot, caused a small flame of suspicion to enter his gut. Vito went to Subway, then to Trinity to see if the boys were there. Whenever they didn't show, that flame grew into an inferno. The boys had been taken, and there was only one man who could have done it. Pulling out his cell, Vito quickly called his wife, "Honey, I need you to gather everyone we know. Jericho's got the boys."

Right, short chapter is short, but I'm slowly getting back into the swing of things, after a long hiatus of not writing. I know that this chapter probably wasn't nearly long enough, nor satisfying enough, but give me a few and I can get a bigger, better chapter that will conclude the business at Christmas, plus a look into Flamel and Voldemort! Again, I do apologize for the wait. Hopefully this will help.

-V