This plot just wouldn't leave my head, so I decided to just get it out!

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The mafia was one of the few things the muggle and wizarding worlds had in common, organised crime was rife in both worlds, the big difference however was that in the muggle society, the mafia was like a myth, unless you where involved in some way, you didn't know any thing about it, you didn't know who was in charge or what the mafia actually did, however in the wizarding world, everybody knew who was in charge of the largest and power fullest organisation in the mafia, it wasn't because the boss always advertised their position but because as far back as the wizarding society could remember the Falcone family had been in charge, and although most mafia organisations weren't hereditary, it was in the case of the Falcone's.

The oldest son would automatically take his fathers place after he died, but of course there was always some opposition from his own people, usually the one's that coveted the position for themselves, so the new boss would always have to prove himself.

The Falcone's had originated from Italy, then relocated to Russia and over the years, the Falcone's moved across the planet, settling in one place then moving again, nearly five hundred years ago the head of the Falcone family, the boss moved the family to Britain and they've lived their ever since.

Now November nineteen eighty one, Jonathan Falcone the third, known as John , at twenty five was one of the youngest Falcone's to ever be boss, he had taken over after his father's death four years ago.

With his copper red hair and stormy grey eyes, John had quickly become a boss to fear, the type that would stamp out rebellious thoughts and wipe out traitors, he was effective and cold, two deadly combinations, and people quickly learnt that it was far more prosperous to be with him then against him.

Six years ago, John had received some news that would change the course of history. Six years ago he had been told that he would be unable to father any children, it was quite a shock but never a cause for concern, he wasn't the only Falcone to be told such a thing, adoption was always the next course of action, the Falcone family was mostly about the family name not the bloodline, and whatever child he adopted would be next in line to take over for him.

Now at twenty five, John had decided that it was time to adopt, however he soon realised that it was easier said then done, although he wasn't a convicted criminal, every wizard and witch knew what he did and who he was, and their was no way a wizarding adoption agency would hand him a child, no matter how much money he threw at them.

So he had decided to find wizarding children in muggle orphanages, he had heard countless stories over the years of how wizarding children in muggle orphanages discovered their heritages, so there had to be more out their, more wizarding children who had no idea of what they could do or who they really where.

He had sent his under-boss the order to find wizarding children in muggle orphanages, and within twenty four hours, the order had been passed down to the lowly associates.

Within a week John had a list of names in front of him, with numbers next to each name. The names were of wizarding children, that had been found in muggle orphanages and the numbers where of how old they all where.

The pickings where sadly slim, most of the children where either too old or girls. The younger the child was the easier they would adapt to the mafia lifestyle and girls just simply wouldn't do.

In the mafia girls and women were seen as precious things that needed to be protected from the mafia lifestyle, you couldn't even look at a member of the organisations wife, girlfriend or daughter or you would be in for a world of trouble.

Their where two names on the list that he would have to consider, both boys and they where only four and five years old, both young enough to adapt, but he would have preferred one even younger, one that would surely have no knowledge of a prior life.

That was when the thought had hit him that was when he had remembered the article that he had read over a week ago, that was when one name popped into his mind and stuck.

'It surely wouldn't work' thought John, then another thought, quick as flash overtook the first, 'who's going to stop me'

"Dobby" John said quietly, a loud crack filled the quiet living room and a house-elf wearing odd socks appeared in front of him.

John had brought the young elf from the Malfoy's two years ago and had set him free. He had no wish for a house elf that would look after him, he just needed one for a job and he certainly wasn't going to borrow a house-elf that would spill all his secrets, he had surprisingly developed a close bond with Dobby and when Dobby had been reluctant to leave and asked if he could work for him, John had gladly agreed.

"Yes Master" answered Dobby cheerfully

"Tell Mr Regas, that I want him to come as soon as possible" John said

"Yes Master" Dobby said just as cheerfully and disappeared with a loud crack.

John stood up swiftly and walked to the glass case, next to the mantle place, he grabbed a small cup and bottle of firewhiskey and sat back down; he placed the cup on the wooden table and poured himself a glass, then drank it just as quickly.

Cristiano Regas was his consigliere, in other words his advisor.

With another loud crack Dobby appeared in front of him

"He is coming, Master" Dobby said

"Thank you, Dobby that is all" John said dismissing him, Dobby left just as the fire in the fireplace burnt a bright green.

A scrawny man, with brown hair and brown eyes and an average build stepped out of the fireplace.

"you requested to see me John" asked Cristiano , standing in front of the fireplace assessing the room, it wasn't likely that their was any danger but being a member of the mafia you learnt to become a little paranoid, and John was putting him on edge.

A small smile crept on John's face, it wasn't one of amusement or endearment, it was a cold smile, the type of smile that a hunter would give to its prey before the final kill, it was the type of smile that scared the hardest of men, it was a smile that John Falcone had perfected.

"Take a seat Cristiano" John said pouring himself another drink and downing it just as quickly.

"How's your family doing" he asked

"Perfectly well" Cristiano replied

Cristiano had joined the mafia when he was only seventeen, he was the first member of his family to join, so he was effectively a no one when he had joined, he had no family standings that mattered and no wealth to help him out, he wasn't like the usual members, he was more brains then brawns and he only killed if it was absolutely necessary.

He had only joined because his family needed the money, with three older brothers, Cristiano was the first one to ever finish school, but he knew that working at a place like the ministry would not be enough to sustain his family, so he joined a life of crime.

It was because of his age that he had met John, you had to be seventeen or older to join the mafia and when he had joined the organisation John was the same age as him, the two quickly hit it off, and Cristaino became John's first and only friend, because of his intelligence and connection to John, Cristiano had risen high through the ranks and had fallen in love and married a muggle women, now he was one of the richest men in Britain and although he didn't talk to his family any more he still sent them enough money to live on.

"Good, good" said John, staring at him

Grey eyes clashed with brown

"Tell me" said John, slightly leaning forward, "what do you know of Harry Potter"

Cristiano had to work hard to hide his shock

"The boy who lived?" he asked breathlessly

"Yes" John said seemingly bored

"Just what everybody else knows" he quickly said, "he stopped you-know-who and he's an orphan, who now lives with his aunt and uncle in an undisclosed location"

John smiled as if Cristiano had just passed some test; John picked up his half filled glass and stared at the firewhiskey inside

"How difficult would it be to disclose the location?" John asked

"Why?" Cristiano asked and then froze, realising his mistake, it was his job to advise not to question, "not too difficult, especially with our moles in the ministry" he quickly said, he knew if had been anybody else, they would have been squirming in their seats like young school boys.

"How hard would it be to adopt Harry Potter" John asked, his eyes meeting Cristiano's

Cristiano didn't miss a beat as he replied, "with the consent of his current guardians, it should be no problem, especially if you keep it a private adoption, we make sure the ministry don't find out until he becomes a Falcon and by then it'll be too late, as long as we keep everything legal, the ministry can do nothing"

"And without the consent of the boys guardians" John asked

"Then things become extremely difficult, legally it would be impossible, illegally I'm sure we can find a way" Cristiano said

"Good" John smiled

Cristiano smartly moved onto another topic

"What do you think of the list" Cristiano asked, spotting the sheet on the table

"I won't need it now" John said

Cristiano suddenly looked uncomfortable

"Spit it out" John said seeing the look on Cristiano's face

"with all respect sir, children aren't just random names you pick off a sheet, their human beings that need love and protection and a lot of other things, and your not exactly the maternal type, even the way your choosing the child you want to adopt...are you even thinking about the Potter boy, he has just become an orphan and the other children on the list, your just brushing them aside like their nothing, what happens when whatever child you have stands up to you, or throws a temper tantrum or slams a door, you do realise torture and hexing aren't ways to get a child to behave...are you sure you don 't want to adopt an older child, one in his late teens...one you can teach to be boss...I mean your not exactly the fatherly type" he said in a rush

Silence filled the large room

"I think we have different interpretations of respect" John said in a clipped tone, and just like that Cristiano knew he had been dismissed.

"How are things going" John asked Cristiano, it was the end of November now and John was near completion of the adoption of one Harry James Potter

They were in the Falcone dinning room, which hung elaborate portraits and tapestries of former Falcone's every where you looked.

You couldn't look anywhere without seeing some evidence of wealth, he absentmindedly picked up a bust of a pretty women.

"That's my mother" John said sharply

Cristiano turned around and stared into bottomless grey eyes, he quickly put down the bust

"She's beautiful" he said quickly, an uncomfortable silence filled the room, "what happened to her" Cristiano asked, for as long as he had known John, he had never talked about his mother.

"I killed her" John said matter of factly

Cristiano blanched

"What?" he asked shocked

John smirked, "she was my first kill" he said cruelly, "she died during labour" he explained, "their were some complications and she passed away, giving birth to me killed her" he laughed coldly, "funny isn't it, how my first act on this earth was to kill"

The air was stifling, Cristiano definitely didn't find it funny; he actually found it quite sad, although he would never dare say it out loud.

John's eye's shifted, as if he suddenly realised where he was and who he was talking to.

"Progress!" he barked

"Everything is progressing nicely, Harry should be yours before the end of the month but there is a small problem...the Dursley's would like to meet you" Cristiano said

John raised an eye brow seemingly amused

"Why?" he asked

Cristiano took a deep breath, "their quite protective of the boy, they want to make sure that you're suitable-"

"Suitable?" John said cutting him off, he was a lot of things but suitable wasn't one of them

"A quick meeting, less then an hour" Cristiano said quickly, hoping to convince him

"Very well" John said quickly, "how many people know about the adoption?"

Cristiano hesitated, "the ministry picked up on it from the muggle authorities but even they can't access the records on rumour alone, and its far too late for the ministry to step in, everything is done and dusted sir"

"So it's common knowledge" John said tensely

"Merely a rumour, sir" Cristiano replied

After a tense silence, John said, "it doesn't matter, the wizarding world was bound to find out eventually, nothing they can do about it now" John said

"Anything else sir?" Cristiano asked

Silence infiltrated the large room

John finally replied

"I've visited a few of the children from the list" he said abruptly

"Oh!" replied Cristiano shocked

"It might not hurt to have more then one child" John said

"So you want to adopt more children?" Cristiano asked confused

"Yes" John said looking out of the window

"Which one will you choose as your heir" Cristiano asked, normally the eldest son would take the position but with adopted children, the first one to be adopted had just as much rights as the eldest to become boss

"I'll let them decide" John said

"Really?" Cristiano asked shocked for the umpteenth time

"Contrary to popular belief, not everyone wants to be the boss" John roared, the air around him crackling

"Of course sir" Cristiano said quickly, he knew he was on thin ice today

John passed Cristiano a small slip of paper

"The names and orphanages of the children" John explained

Cristiano looked and saw two names on the paper, "yes sir" he said quickly

"That is all, Cristiano, I'll see you tonight" John

"You're going to the ministry party!" Cristiano asked surprised,' today was full of surprises', he thought

John gave him a look that clearly meant 'ask one more question and where going to have a sit down' and sit downs weren't good, especially if it was the boss who had a problem with you.

However John answered

"Yes, I'm going, with Merwit in auror custody, I thought I might show my face, see what's going on with my own eyes" said John dangerously

Lutchie Merwit was one of the rising stars in the mafia, a solider who followed orders to the letter and a man who believed in loyalty, last week he had been caught by aurors and was now rotting in one of the ministry cells, the evidence against him was rock solid, he would definitely end up going to Azkaban

"He can't talk, so there's no need to worry" Cristiano said

John knew what he meant by the 'can't talk' comment, the initiation process included the unbreakable vow, no member could actually talk about what happened in the mafia or who they where working for, if they did they would die for breaking the vow, and if they mentioned any names of people who could possibly be members their families would die with them.

Their were some extreme cases where the aurors had enough evidence to use veritaserum, knowing what would happen if they talked, the captured member would in most cases find ways to end their lives, they would choose to die alone instead of signing their families death warrants.

Surprisingly the aurors still hadn't figured it out; they just assumed the mafia members where extremely loyal

"Even without the vow, Merwit isn't the type to talk" John said

"six months, a year tops" Cristiano said indignantly, "that's how long he'll most likely spend in Azkaban, and they don't have enough evidence or a good enough excuse to use veritaserum, he confessed, he'll be fine" he sighed

"Make sure his family are taken care of while he's away" John said

"Of course, sir" Cristiano said, knowing a dismissal when he heard one.

The music was loud, the drinks where flowing and the wizards and witches gathered at the ministry party where letting their hair down.

It was not often they had a ministry party, just once or twice a year, as a reward for the hard work, it wasn't just ministry employees that were invited, influential figures like celebrities and powerful figures like John Falcone were invited.

The latter was quietly observing from a darkened corner in the room, it was rare he showed up for parties and when he did people tended to stay away, everyone knew what he did, although he owned a few stores and hotels that he hid behind, perfect covers for where he got his enormous wealth from.

John had already had to deal with a slightly drunken minister of magic, who kept acting as if they where the best of buddies, even Johns cold stare which would cause any sane man to run for the hills had had no affect on the man, a waitress with a tray of filled glasses offered him a drink and with a shake of his head he had refused.

"Just like John Falcone, to come to a party and not enjoy himself" said a familiar voice

John turned around and offered a rare smile

"Bree" He said acknowledging the dark haired women, "nice to see you again"

The women laughed, "Nice to see you too, I simply couldn't believe my husband when he said you were coming"

"Where is your husband?" John asked, raising an eyebrow

"Right here" said Cristiano Regas, walking towards them with a little girl holding his hand

"Uncle Jonny" Yelled the little girl, letting go of her fathers hand and running towards John Falcone.

Before John could react the little girl was hugging his leg asking a million different questions

"slow down, little one" John said, picking her up off the floor

"why haven't you come to see me" asked the little girl, who was far to young to know that if anyone else had blurted a thousand questions and thrown themselves at him, they would have been dead within seconds, but the little girl in his arms wasn't just anybody, she was Amelia Regas, daughter of Cristiano Regas and his god daughter.

"Amelia behave" Scolded Bree

"I am truly sorry Amelia, I've been far too busy" John said ignoring Bree's statement

"Bree, why don't you take Amelia to get something to eat" said Cristiano

"but I want to stay with uncle Jonny" Amelia protested as her mother held out her arms, Cristiano tried to hide his amusement, it didn't matter how hard John tried, Amelia would always refer to him as Jonny

"Go with your mama, little one" said John, "I shall come see you I promise"

Amelia reluctantly went to her mother, when they disappeared from sight, a large smile appeared on Cristiano's face, seeing the smile John frowned

"Your daughter may call me Jonny but if you do it I swear I will make Bree a widow" John said serious

Cristiano tried to hide his amusement

"I would never dream of calling you such a name" Cristiano said an innocent expression appearing on his face

John sighed

"Look who it is" Cristiano said suddenly serious,

Dawlish, one of the ministry's aurors was walking straight to them

"Gentlemen" Dawlish said nodding at both of them

"Dawlish" John and Cristiano said simultaneously

"What can we do for you?" Cristiano asked

"It's a party" Dawlish said as if it was not obvious, "do I need a reason to talk to you"

"Yes" John said glaring at the man, he didn't like aurors and aurors didn't like him, and being seen with one wasn't a good idea.

Dawlish continued as if John hadn't spoken, which Cristiano knew was a mistake that had cost men their lives.

"I assume you heard about Merwit" Dawlish drawled

"What about him" John smiled and Dawlish tensed up, it was the smile that even Cristiano feared.

"Ni..Nine months in Azkaban" Dawlish stuttered, he had hoped to gloat over the fact that a mafia member had been caught and sentenced but he now realised that it was possibly the dumbest plan he had ever had, he blamed the firewhiskey.

It seemed lady luck was smiling down on Dawlish because they where interrupted before John Falcone and Cristiano Regas could say or do anything Dawlish would regret.

"Everything alright, over here?" asked Kingsley Shacklebolt, one of the ministry's star aurors and the one that had arrested Merwit.

"Perfectly fine" smiled John, even a newborn child could tell it was a fake one. "Mr Dawlish was just informing us of Merwits sentence, although I don't know why he would bother, Merwits nothing to do with me"

"Of course he's not" said Kingsley, with an equally fake smile, "although I think Dawlish has had far too much to drink, he knows better then to give out ministry information"

"It will be common knowledge by tomorrow, it should be in the daily prophet" Dawlish defended, and then realising that he would only dig himself in to an even bigger whole if he kept talking, he excused himself.

Once Dawlish was gone, Kingsley turned to John, "I must congratulated you" he beamed

"On?" John asked

"Your adoption?" Kingsley said, the smile still plastered on his face

Kingsley Shacklebolt was a man John Falcone respected, a man of integrity and one who believed in loyalty, if he didn't work for the other side, he would make a perfect member.

John hid his amusement; Kingsley was a man he could grow to like.

"You must have been misinformed, Mr Shacklebolt, I am not adopting, nor do I plan to" John said

"Oh really?" Kingsley asked

"Really" John lied

Petunia Dursley put her nephew Harry Potter in the play pen beside her son Dudley.

Today was the day, her and Vernon where meeting John Falcone, the man who wanted to adopt Harry, when Harry had first arrived she had been horrified, she didn't want a magical child, she detested all things magical but Harry had some how wormed his way into her heart and in the past few weeks she had gotten attached to the small boy.

She at first wasn't sure of the adoption but after finding out that John Falcone was a wizard and a powerful one at that she had made up her mind, Harry wouldn't need Lily's magical protection with a powerful father, he would be safe, she had convinced herself of that, the small boy would be happier with his own kind and she had convinced Vernon of the same thing, he didn't love Harry but he didn't want any harm to come to him.

The doorbell rang, it was time

"Vernon!" Petunia hollered, "He's here"

Vernon came running down the stairs, "alright, show him in" he grumbled

Petunia opened the door and in front of her stood one of the most handsomest men she had ever met in her life

"Mr Falcone" Petunia breathed, taking in his copper red hair, broad shoulders and grey eyes

She was rewarded with a charming smile, a smile John Falcone was not use to giving

"Call me, John please" he said shaking her hand, "Mrs Dursley"

"Oh, Petunia, please" Petunia said

Vernon suddenly interrupted, not liking the man's affect on his wife.

"Mr Falcone" said Vernon gruffly, "I'm Vernon Dursley"

"Pleasure to meet you Mr Dursley" smiled John

"Come on in then" Vernon said walking towards the living room, leaving John and Petunia to follow him.

"Would you like to meet Harry?" Petunia asked as John took a seat; the play pen was in the Kitchen.

"If it's possible" John said giving a boyish smile

"Oh, it's possible" Petunia replied giving a high pitched laugh and a goofy smile

"Petunia" Vernon roared, definitely not liking his wife's behaviour.

"So why was it you wanted to meet me?" John asked hiding his irritation; he was really laying it on thick.

"Oh, we just wanted to see what type of man was adopting Harry" Petunia laughed nervously

"You know make sure he isn't crazy" Vernon said rudely

"Vernon" Petunia yelled embarrassed, "its obvious Mr Falcone is a perfectly normal man"

Vernon snorted, looking at John's robes

"Well, maybe not normal, I mean you are a wizard" Petunia said quickly

"yes, I'm a wizard" John said, bringing out a wand, of course it wasn't his, his wand was tucked safely in his suit pocket, the one in his hands was a fake , the mafia stole hundreds of wands a year to use, rule one was to never use your own wand when you were doing something illegal, if you were ever arrested the ministry would automatically use the reverse spell effect on your wand, so another wand was necessary, unless you wanted to rot in Azkaban .

"So have I passed your test?" John asked jokingly

"Of course" said Petunia, waving her arms around, "we can see you're not mad" she chuckled,

"But we do have some questions" Vernon snapped, his wife was acting strangely and he didn't like it one bit.

"Like?" John asked

"Can we visit Harry, or can he come visit us" Vernon asked, he wasn't particularly fond of Harry but he wanted regular confirmation that he was safe.

John frowned, "not regularly" he said slowly, "but I suppose a short meeting once or twice a year, would do no harm"

"And will Harry go to school?" Petunia asked

"I travel a lot" said John, "my work demands it of me, Harry will most likely travel with me, but I assure you he will have the best tutors money can buy"

"Travelling?" Vernon frowned

"All around the world" John explained, his organisation was large, and he tended to personally check up on all his under bosses around the world"

"Oh isn't that lovely" Petunia smiled, "I'm sure Harry will love that"

Finally Vernon asked the one question that was bothering him

"Why do you want to adopt Harry?" Vernon blurted, "I'm sure there are hundreds of other children, why him"

"Why not him" John asked, to John Harry was perfect, he was young enough to mould into the next boss and people already perceived him as powerful, a trait that would help keep his men in line, although he would never admit that to the Dursleys.

"Do you want to meet Harry?" Petunia asked standing up

"Sure" John answered, following her into the kitchen,

Petunia picked up Harry and held him in her arms; she then turned around to face John.

"John this is Harry, Harry meet John" Petunia said

Harry was quite a small baby, only a year old, but he already had a head full of wild raven black hair that seemed to stick out in every direction, and piercing emerald green eyes that seemed to stare at John with more intent then a one year old should be able to muster, and a lighting shaped scar on his forehead, proof of his encounter with you-know-who.

Petunia all but threw Harry at John, who had little experience with holding children, thankfully Harry didn't cry.

Harry raised his small hand and put it on Johns cheek

"Hello son" John said,

Stormy grey eyes clashing with piercing emerald ones, this was the day that Harry Potter's life changed forever.

End of the first chapter. As you can see the Dursley are a little out of character, their nicer then they normally would be but that's on purpose.

Suggestions for the names of Harry's two siblings would be awesome!

Next to be updated: the Queen

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