A Godfather AU. Michael Corleone/fem Harry Potter.

She saw him thrice before he noticed her. 3-1-Epilog. It's a short one after all the long stories.

The first time she saw him she was struck by a thunderbolt. It was in late March in the year of 1942. She had just arrived at the Corleone Home on Long Island in New York where she would live for as long as the war would last in Europe. Her Grandfather Don Francesco Evani, head of one of the most important and dangerous families in Sicilia, had thought it safer to send his granddaughter to his old friend Don Vito Corleone while the war raged all over the small island. The Don had agreed and Allegra had left for America.

She had just settled into the house and unpacked her things when Don Vito's youngest son arrived unexpectedly from the war for a short (only a day or two) visit with his family. Everyone had been delighted and they had a little feast prepared as quickly as possible. And in the hustle and bustle she was able to fade into the background and watch the family. Especially him. Michael. They asked him about his health, the war and everything that came into their minds. And, to Allegra's pity, also about his american girlfriend. The girlfriend with whom he seemed to be quite content.

Of course she was introduced to him between dinner and supper but to him she was just a name and a face he would soon forget, as she was just four and ten years old and looked more boyish than she ought to look.

The second time she saw him was on the day of his sister's wedding. Allegra was all grown up now and had learnt as much from the Don as she could. Peter Clemenza had taught her how to wield a weapon while the Don and Tom taught her the goings of the family, letting her sit in the meetings and making her a part of the business and Clemenza's regime; preparing her for the day she would return to her family in Sicilia.

She saw him arrive with his american girlfriend - in her nastily bright orange dress - and sit down at some table on the edge of the party, whispering some secret truths about his family into her ear, turning her pretty face into an ugly grimace. She saw her being dragged onto the wedding photo, her wide hat and tall stature covering Michael's face nearly completely. She looked like an outsider between all of the family members. But maybe that was just her own envy speaking. Allegra shook her head and walked aimlessly around the large, crowded courtyard, watching all those happy people around her. Soon, the cake was cut, the bride and her groom left, the music started again and she found herself dancing with the Don, swaying elegantly to the old sicilian music.

'I always hoped that you would one day become my daughter.' He whispered into her ear. 'But Santino and Tom were already spoken for and Freddo, well…' He sighed. 'And now Michael has brought his pretty, american girlfriend, who doesn't know anything about the workings of our family. Who abhors us for the things we do.' He twirled her around some before continuing. 'If only he had chosen you.'

'But he has not and I will have to return to my grandfather ere the year is out.' Said she with a melancholic edge to her tone.

'We will all miss you, my dear.' He said earnestly. Allegra smiled weakly and let herself be led around the dance floor. 'Please do write us. And - whenever it is possible - come to America for a visit!'

'You know that I will, Vito.'

She saw him next only a few days ere she was to leave for Sicily. The Don was in the hospital and the two men who had shot her godfather were dead. By her hand. She had made it her mission to hunt them down and end their miserable existence for their attempt on the Don's life. The Corleone brothers, Pete and Sal had assembled in the office and were discussing plans on how to deal with Solozzo and McCluskey. Michael looked angry, sported a broken nose and a black eye. She had offered Sonny her service but he had sent her back upstairs to finish packing. Her aeroplane was leaving in the afternoon and he promised her that they would take care of those bastards.

'Allegra, there is a man staring at you.' Her cousin Apollonia whispered in their sicilian dialect while they were returning from the field with filled straw baskets in their hands.

'Are you sure that he is looking at me? You are the more handsome of us both'

'Of course. They just came over that broken wall. He looks as if he's hit by a thunderbolt.' Allegra turned to the side and found herself face to face with Michael Corleone himself.

'Oddio.' The basket she held fell to the ground.

'Do you know him?' Apollonia asked.

'Yes. From America.' She whispered, still staring at the man she fell in love with more than four years ago. Apollonia kneeled down to pick up the vegetables and the basket. Pressing it back in her cousins hand, she said 'If he knows you and is as interested in you as I suspect, he will find you. But we need to go now. Your grandfather is waiting for us.' Allegra nodded and turned away from Michael, following the other women.

In the beginning, Kay never gave up hope that Michael would return for her. She had visited his family a few times and asked about him. But they always told her that they didn't know where he was. Only that he was save. She didn't know what had happened that he had to leave, nay flee, the country but she had prayed that he would return soon. Some years after their last meeting Kay moved on and found herself a kind, intelligent and caring husband. They had three children and over time her husband made a name for himself and became a senator.

In the year of 1955, the unexpected happened. She heard that the Don, Vito Corleone, had died from a heart attack. Kay asked her husband if she could attend his funeral, explaining that they had been briefly acquainted and that she wanted to pay her respects. He consented and - after bringing the children to her parents for a visit - they left for New York. The funeral was a traditional sicilian ceremony and afterwards, the families had the possibility to offer their sympathies. It was the day Kay found out that Michael was married. To a handsome sicilian woman. Mrs. Allegra Corleone. She seemed to be in the family way and had some whispered conversations with her husband on the cemetery after one of the Don's former bodyguards had pulled him aside. Kay ignored it, condoled and left with her husband. Secretly dissapointed that Michael had chosen someone else to be his companion and lover. But when her husband made love to her that evening in their hotel suite, those feelings were soon forgotten.

Four years later, the Corleones - who were now living in Nevada - were in every newspaper because Michael was accused of being a big crime boss. When interrogated, his wife was proclaiming his innocence by telling the judge that she was as much involved in his business as her husband himself and that she never found evidence of something untoward and illicit happening. Kay - after being told some of the violent things Don Vito Corleone had done - didn't believe her. It seemed to her that Mrs. Corleone was as involved in the crime scene as Michael himself. But the hearing was abruptly halted and the Corleones vanished from the media for many years.

The last Kay had heard of them was of Michael's retirement from his business and his and his wife's removal to Sicily. His eldest son - Federico Corleone - had taken over the still successful family business. His younger son, Antonio, had become a famous opera singer, while his daughter Maria had wedded her cousin Vincenzo Mancini and joined her brother in the family business. Michael's and Allegra's youngest son, Al, had studied the law and became his brothers consiglieri.