"I'm going shopping. D'you need anything?"

"We have money? Holy shit! How much?"

"A couple hundred. Half is yours, do whatever the hell you want with it." Harry took out his wallet, taking out a few bills. He shoved them into Will's hand. The man with sandy blond hair grinned.

"Good boy. I don't care what you get. Oh, we need some more toothpaste." Harry rolled his eyes at the praise.

"Call me that again and I'll hit you." Will smirked. He stood up, pressing Harry against a wall, expression smug and playful.

"Really? My good boy would never do that."

"Jackass." Harry elbowed him in the gut.

"Ow, I didn't actually think you would." Will bent over, clutching his stomach.

"You thought wrong." The smaller male  hurried out of the apartment, muttering to himself.

/:/

Harry put a tube of toothpaste in the basket of items he held. Bread, eggs, ramen noodles, a small carton of milk, and assorted cans of fruits and vegetables.

He went to the checkout-line, sighing.

"Do you have a membership?" Asked the bored-looking clerk.

"No."

"Your total is €23.29." Harry gave him the money, taking the change back. He picked up the three plastic bags.

"Thanks." He murmured, going out the exit.

It was getting dark and being caught on the bad side of town at the wrong time wasn't good.

Harry kept his head down, not wanting to attract unnecessary attention.

Keeping his head down wasn't enough, however.

"Hey, Pretty Boy. Where are you off to?" A much taller man blocked his way.

"Nowhere." Harry answered, trying not to panic or freak out.

"You shouldn't be walking alone. How about I walk you back to your place? You can invite me in, we can have fun." The teenager flushed, getting the innuendo.

"No thanks. Could you please move?" Harry shoved past him, breath coming out more quickly than before,

He jogged the rest of the way home.

/:/

"Will, are you awake?" Harry put the groceries away. It was only around 8 o'clock, but Will sometimes fell asleep early.

"Yeah. Come into the living room. There are some people I want you to meet." Harry instantly grew nervous. Will had never brought anyone over before.

He did as instructed, betraying his instincts.

"Sit down." Harry's eyes scanned over the small group of men.

"What is this? Alcoholics Anonymous?" Will chuckled dryly, pulling Harry over to sit besides him.

"There's a little secret I've been hiding from you. These are a few of my coworkers." Harry's green eyes narrowed.

"Stop beating the bush." A few of the men looked confused.

"My... boss, Tom Riddle. Lucius Malfoy. Fenrir Greyback. Severus Snape." He pointed to the men as he said their names.

"Will, get on with it. You're making me anxious." Harry laughed softly, eyes darting around. His friend sighed.

"That's the thing. My name isn't actually 'Will'."

"It's 'William' then? No big deal." Will laid a hand on Harry's thigh.

"My real name is Antonin Dolohov. I don't look like this either." Will, more like Antonin, took out a piece of wood. He waved it once. The sandy blond hair and warm, brown eyes disappeared. Now, there was piercing blue eyes and dark brown hair. His facial structure changed as well, becoming more sharp. Harry blinked once. Twice. Thrice.

"W-what do you mean? How'd you do that?"

The man rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

"I'd meant to be more gentle with explaining this, but whatever. You probably won't believe me. Magic is real. That's how I can change my appearance." Harry snorted.

"Did you drug me or something? I'm not amused." His voice had an edge of hysteria.

"Calm down. It's real, trust me."

"Trust you? How the fuck am I supposed to trust you now? If this isn't some LSD induced dream, then you've been hiding your identity for... oh I'd say almost five years. Apparently magic is real too?" The man named Riddle smirked.

"He's panicking." He commented softly.

"I am not!" Harry cried defensively, standing.

"Harry, sit down. No one is going to hurt you." Antonin stood as well, smiling kindly.

"What do you mean? Why would any of you have a reason to hurt me?"

"I'll explain it to him, Dolohov." Riddle sounded like he had everything under control. It admittedly had a soothing affect on Harry's frayed nerves. "We should discuss this in private. It will make it easier to understand. The kitchen works?"

"Fine." The kitchen had knives, was close to the door, and had many things that could help him make a distraction. It was perfect.

The two of them sat down. Harry didn't shy away from the stare sent his way.

"I've been wanting for years to finally meet you, Harry Potter." Riddle leaned back against the chair, his piercing gaze dancing around lazily.

"Go on." Harry crossed his arms.

"We've met before, though you were too young to remember me. It was on Halloween. I must ask you to not get angry at what I say next." The younger male gave him a curt nod. "Good. I broke into your house, killing both of your parents. I attempted to kill you, but the spell backfired. It left you with that scar." Riddle reached across the table, brushing Harry's forehead gently.

Harry flinched, his chair squeaking as he pushed it backwards. His heart hammered against his rib cage. He was sure Riddle could hear it.

"So you're here to finish me off?" Tom made a clicking sound.

"That'd be no fun. Let me continue the story. Antonin spotted you walking around one day. He used some spells to stun you, bring you to me, and erase your memories of him. He sneaks out to give me weekly progress reports. I've been watching over you for quite a while now, I suppose." Harry's brows furrowed, his eyes closing. "Oh, I forgot a few things. Magic is very real. You are a wizard, meaning you possess the power of magic. I'm... the leader of the dark side. My followers call me 'My Lord', but you shan't feel obligated to call me that. Antonin and the others are my followers. Now, you have a few choices. Two, to be exact. Join me, vow to fight at my side. Or you may have the choice of becoming my prisoner." Harry groaned, rubbing his temples.

"Why'd you have to pile this all on at once? Can't you let me sleep on it or something? I'm still not convinced this isn't a dream." Riddle chuckled, nodding.

"I promise that this is all real. I'll leave Antonin here to watch over you." He stood, going to the living room.

The man entered the kitchen once again. His followers observed Harry, their curiosity and wonder clear. The one called Greyback came to stand close to Harry. Far too close.

Harry's hand reached into his pocket, settling on the small knife. Will had given it to him on his 11th birthday, three years before. Supposedly, it was a special age.

"Back off." Snape hissed, glaring coldly. Greyback grinned, sharp incisors showing.

"There's no need to be so defensive, I wasn't planning on doing anything." He followed Riddle out of the cramped house. Snape stuck behind, face holding no emotion.

"I knew your parents, Potter. My name is Severus Snape."

"Oh. They weren't really killed in a car crash?"

"No child, no. I must be going. You'd better make the right choice." With that, the man turned and walked out to follow his leader.

Antonin made his presence obvious by clearing his throat loudly.

"So?"

"You're a bastard. I thought we told each other everything." Harry faced Antonin, the hurt clear in his eyes. He felt utterly betrayed and had every reason to be.

"I'm extremely sorry and I understand if you never wish to speak to me again." Harry scoffed.

"You're dense too. I may be angry and confused, but that doesn't mean you're not my friend. One of my only friends." Antonin visibly relaxed.

"You forgive me then?"

"On one condition. You teach me everything you know. I must be years behind at this point." Dolohov laughed, relieved.

"Of course. Now, you should go to bed. A lot is going to happen very quickly." Harry nodded, getting off the chair. "You're going to get frustrated. Many others will talk behind your back. Peers will discourage you. Expect insults about your blood. Promise me that you will listen."

"I'll do my best." Antonin grinned.

"That's why I love you." He patted Harry's head, then flushed. "Sorry."

"What are you getting all flustered about? It's not like we haven't said it to each other before." Potter smiled at his companion.

"I suppose it's different now. You should learn to hide your emotions. Wearing your heart on your sleeve can lead to problems."

"Ok, got it. I love you, Antonin." Harry scampered off to his room.

Somehow, he knew everything would be alright. Antonin, or whatever the hell his real name was would protect him.

A/N: wHy DiD i StArT aNoThEr StOrY???

So I like the idea of this plot, not sure if you guys do. I really should be concentrating on other stories, but I'm obviously not. Hopefully none of them will be discontinued. I really don't want it to come down to that, but it's a possibility. Don't be mad if that happens.

Also, I called this Fairy Mafia because that's what deatheaters + Voldie would sound like to a muggle/muggleborn/someone unaware of magic.

P.s, I don't know what ship this is going to be or if I'm going to even continue it at all? Message me/comment your ship ideas.