The New World

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Mattheo


Mattheo flexed his fist and gritted his teeth as they waited for Viktor Krum to finally make an appearance. They were in a large VIP booth at the Weasley club, The Marauders, a place where anyone up to no good could conduct business. When Voldemort fell alot of his supporters spread out, over the years territories and claims were made, creating the world that they lived in now. Having had a taste of power under the Dark Lord's reign, many refused to go back to living by the rules of the Wizengamot. While Mattheo always loathed his father and everything he had ever represented he was automatically pressumed to be the leader of the London crime regime. Never having been one to abide by the book and ready to step out of his fathers shadow and let people see him for who he really was he viciously accepted the role. Tired of everyone blaming him for his parents choices and tired of trying relentlessly to prove them all wrong he gave them what they wanted, something worse, he gave them Mattheo Riddle.

He was known for being a ruthless leader, while their crew was smaller than most, their unit worked remarkably well together, they had been together since they were children after all. Draco Malfoy, his brother in every sense of the word had always been on his right, watching his back, and it was no different now than it was growing up. Draco was the brains of their operation, it was him who pushed their crew and even many other crews to incorporate muggle technology. He single handedly brought the Wizarding World into the future by taking advantage of such simple things to thwart their enemies. The magical world hardly knew anything of these technologies, it was how their crew rose to the top so quickly and how they remained there. Their security systems were unsurpassable and their communication within the unit was stellar.

Theodore Nott, their sargeant at arms, followed in Draco's footsteps when he initiated muggle weaponry into their crew, it had made them nearly untouchable. You could quickly find yourself in Azkaban for getting caught using an unforgivable curse but a muggle gun, the Aurors simply didn't know enough about forensics to trace them back to anyone. Once other crews started following their lead he once again stepped up, incorporating magic into the weaponry. Bullet casings had proven to be an excellent material for containing spells, hexes and curses with the proper rune symbols carved into them. A wand could be checked for previous spells cast, a bullet couldn't, let alone proving who shot it, again, the Aurors just didn't have the forensics.

Blaise Zabini, their treasurer, while most of their financial assets were seized following the war the Zabini estate had prospered from its many vineyards and breweries throughout the country. Blaise hadn't been marked with the Death Eater mark like the others had been, he was merely a foot soldier in the war, barely a blip on the radar to the Wizengamot. He took his financial portfolio investing in all of their assets: security, weaponry and product as well as his own contributions: transportation. Working with large amounts of liquor had required physical transportation, one could only portkey so much at a time, and in order to be sustainable for the future they needed to push alot in shorter time frames. Blaise invested in both armoured vehicles as well as fast sports cars, the faster they made the trips, the better. It wasn't long before the crew had made back all of Blaise's original investments, and then soon enough they were surpassing his goals to keep them growing. Muggle means of transportation had become a large asset in both transporting their product and modernizing their security. It had also become a quickly growing hobby as each of them grew an obsession with the speed and power you felt behind the wheel of anything with horsepower.

While Mattheo's name and cutthroat demeanor left him at the head of their table, the largest reason their crew worked so well was because they worked together. They ran their crew as equals behind closed doors but under the guise of a Boss to everyone else as this would minimize security threats, if there was only one Boss there was only one target.

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