The underground

-Harry pov -

I was relaxing drinking a fine bottle of fire whisky with a dash of basilisk venom when I got a message from one of my employees.

'Boss you got to see this' it said

I quickly left my home and went to the shop, appearing in the shop I saw my employee and a restrained man.

"What happened?" I asked softly but my voice carried power

"I was leaving work when these two Italian guys tried to kill me, one cast the killing curse. I used the fog conjuring spell and then stunned one and brought him here," he replied

Looking up from the bound man I smiled at my employee, "Good work Joshua, take any flavor of blood you want I know you would want that more than the Galleons."

He smiled brightly and grabbed a vial then left directly from the shop no walking this time.

I walked to the man and grabbed his face, bringing his eyes to look at mine I started to delve into his mind, there were some shields but I was able to get around them.

I saw this man butcher families because they didn't pay their dues, I saw him take pride and joy in slowly torturing his victims, letting their blood stain not only his clothes but his soul as well.

I saw him set houses on fire, I saw him cleanly kill muggles to stage it like an accident. I saw him get orders from his boss to search for anyone associated with the blood merchant aka me and send a message to me by either killing them or torturing them.

His boss was named Lorenzo Zabini and he had to go down. I know this man because it is a fact that I am absolutely undeniably stealing as much business as I can from him and he is pissed about it.

Sighing I went out of his mind and changed my eyes into my basilisk variant, with my magical power as it is right now I can send some to my eyes and boost the basilisk eye ability, originally it would have just frozen him for a few seconds maybe a minute at most but now it completely petrified him. His brain stopped working, and his heart stopped beating. Realistically he died a good death. It was painless and fast.

He then waved his hand and the dead body burst into crimson flames. The flames were so hot that the body turned into ash in a matter of seconds.

-Lorenzo Zabini pov-

I was smoking my favorite 1888 cigar when Frankie walked into my office in a hurry,

"Boss something bad happened!" he said in a panicked tone

"What happened, Frankie?" I asked with a slight edge to my voice

"Me and Antoni were creeping up on an employee of that blood merchant fella! We tried to get him but he turned the table and got Antoni!" Frankie shouted in worry

"Antonio was captured huh? Come over here and let me see what happened." I said gesturing Frankie over

I looked into Frankie's eyes and he immediately let me into his mind. I saw the whole thing happen from the talk they had when the worker left, to the fog, and the sound of Antonio's body dropping.

It was fast and simple, I'm sure Antonio is already dead by now. He won't send a message because theirs no point anymore. We have both made our moves now it's all about who will strike when the iron is hot.

-Narrator pov -

"I say we move into Britain now," a Russian said in his home language

"We can but they have a new player, he calls himself the blood merchant." another replied

"It doesn't matter to us, we will crush them at our feet like usual." a cocky voice added in

"Let us show them the might of the Bratva,"

[location change Germany]

"I say we move into England since Voldemort and Albus are gone," someone said in German

"I agree we should branch out more," another added

"Is it too risky?" one asked

"Yes, it is! We are still focusing on shield!" Someone answered

"Okay, I say we wait until we reach the insurgent stage with shield."

"I agree,"

"I agree,"

"I agree,"

"I agree,"

"I agree, Hail Hydra gentleman!"

""Hail Hydra!""

-Cornelius the dick wizard pov -

I sat in my comfy minister of magic chair seriously debating on whether I should go down to the Wizengamot meeting. It starts in fifteen minutes but I'm honestly just not feeling it today. It's been hard enough trying to find a replacement for Albus, Minerva has been doing wonderfully so far but she has been known to favor her lions so I'm trying to find someone that would be impartial.

Of course, it doesn't help that half of the Wizengamot want their own people to take the position. I and the school board have been struggling.

Then there are the professor's openings, and many more improvements, talk about a total glow-up for the school.

Besides the confusion with Hogwarts, everything else has been going swimmingly. The Vampires and I have come to some deals with being able to now do certain things, and I have also heard that one of the better Alphas that isn't a psychopath might be coming around soon.

I sighed then got up and started to walk down to the Wizengamot meeting.

As I sat on my chair people immediately started to demand things of me.

"We should have Griselda Marchbanks be the new headmistress!"

"No, we should have madam bone's be the new headmistress!"

"I can be the new headmaster if anyone needs it's no big deal!" Sirius Black said with a small smile

"No!"

"Merlin No!"

"You shouldn't be anywhere near the school!"

Ah, it's going to be a long day.

--Nick Fury pov -

Sigh, I can't believe that Potter kid took the statue of liberty. Not to mention the statue he placed took forever to take down, and when we do take it down the blasted thing disappears and reappears back to where it was.

The press is already wondering what happened, and some made the connection between him and the terrorist attack in Britain.

"-so I think we should move some families into Britain," one of my co-workers said dragging me out of my thoughts

"I agree, Albus Dumbledore is now gone, it's time for us to make our move into Britain," another said

Why do k feel like this plan is not the best?

-Harry pov -

It's been a couple of days since the attack on my employee, and I have upped the training they receive. I don't want my men to be incompetent.

I have broadened my territory which means that I can 'manage' the territory with my system and see who is in my territory.

I have seen a few Russians but I don't know if they are part of the Bratva word is they have been spotted around Flagstone Alley, which is closer to Knockturn Alley than Diagon Alley. I wouldn't say it's a dangerous place but the people around there are fans of brawling, underground muggle fights, and underground wizard battles.

I want to get some property around there as well, but I heard about the Bratva and I'm not sure if I want to move in while they are.

And by heard I mean those fuckers just popped up like they own the place and swept away any competition in Flagstone. Some of my bar employees heard some customers whining about it.

Seeing that it is about that time I decided to finally send out my invitations before I get too busy.

-Ancient one Pov-

I am currently enjoying a nice cup of tea when an invention appeared on my desk. It was a white paper with gold and silver snakes slithering across the paper.

The invitation read,

Dear Yao,

I would like to invite you to the first-ever showing of the Thiefs Grand Hall. Don't worry about anything and just be prepared to leave in a week if you would like to attend. The invitation will get you there!

I hope to see you there sincerely,

Harry Potter

Interesting now how does he know my name?

--Nick Fury-

I grabbed this envelope on my desk and opened it. It looked like an invite to a fancy gala.

It read,

Dear Nick Fury,

I would like to invite you to the first-ever showing of the Thiefs Grand Hall. Don't worry about anything and just be prepared to leave in a week if you would like to attend. The invitation will get you there!

I hope to see you there sincerely,

Harry Potter

Motherfucker! This kid when knows where I work!

-narrator pov -

All around people were getting invites to Harry's grand showing of the theifs grand hall. Most were surprised and a little scared that he got the cars where they found it.

But, no matter how surprised some people in the magical world were the person who was surprised the most was sitting near the water surrounded by the golden sheen of the massive city behind him.

He looked down at Harry's invention confused, no bewildered.

'How did a mortal get to Asgard?' was what the young 'God' was thinking

He looked back down at the invitation it read,

Dear Loki Odinson or is it? I would like to invite you to the first-ever showing of the Thiefs Grand Hall. Don't worry about anything and just be prepared to leave in a week if you would like to attend. The invitation will get you there! If you do come try to be a tad bit discreet with the whole 'god' thing not many know about you.

I hope to see you there sincerely,

Harry Potter

'Or is it? Or is it? What does that mean!' Loki thought confused

'And how did he get this invention here, I must go this mortal is intriguing.'

What neither Harry nor Loki knew was this meeting will be the start of a great and chaotic friendship. Their mischief will spread far and wide and no one will be able to stop it.

-end-