A young boy, about age 10, with messy raven black hair was running through a park. This child was not running for fun or pleasure, but for his life. His whale of a cousin and the whale's gang were chasing him, ready to deliver their after school beating upon the young boy. Shouts of "Freak!" and other such comments rang throughout the park. The boy with messy hair was scared. He just wanted away from all of this! His emerald green eyes squeeze shut as he hopes and hopes for some sort of miracle to save him from this tortuous hell. And then it happened. With a loud crack and the feeling of being sucked through a rather small tube, the boy was gone. The next thing he knew, he was in an alleyway, throwing up what little food he had in his stomach. After the huge bout of nausea faded, the boy leans against a wall of the alleyway, really tired. His emerald eyes gaze around, taking in his surroundings now that he had recovered from his bout of nausea. He gathered that he wasn't in England, that's for sure.
"Now why would a young boy such as yourself be in such a decrepit alleyway~?" A voice called out. The boy looks towards the source and sees a man in a white jacket and bowler hat with vibrant orange hair and killer eyeliner step out, twirling a cane. This man was none other than Roman Torchwick.
"Uh, I don't know! I was just running from my cousin and his mean friends and then I was here! Please don't hit me! I didn't mean to use my freakishness!" the boy says, panic creeping into his voice as he shrinks into himself. Now Roman had witnessed the boy literally appearing out of no where and knew that this boy needed a home. Also, being the criminal mastermind that he is, Roman knew that he could use this boy to help him out with heists and decides that he would raise the boy.
"Relax, I'm not going to hit you. Besides, having abilities is a good thing. A lot of people do! What's your name? Mine's Roman Torchwick," Roman says, leaning forward on his cane.
"Erm, H-Harry James Potter, sir," the boy, now known as Harry, replies. Roman smirked a bit.
"Well Harry, I'm going to be your new dad! You'll be Harrison James Torchwick from now on!" Roman says, his smirk widening. Harry blinked.
"Wait, what? You want to adopt me?" Harry asks, completely mind blown at what just happened to him. First he was running from his cousin, then he appears somewhere that wasn't England, find outs that having abilities isn't bad and now this random man wants to adopt him? When did his life get so weird?
"Certainly. Besides, do you want to go back to where your cousin is?" Roman asks. Harry vigorously shakes his head no causing Roman to chuckle. With a beckoning motion, Roman turns on his heel and starts walking, knowing that Harry would follow shortly.
A few years later...
Harry was now 15. He had adapted quickly to the life of criminal and was quite good at it. Of course he had a hard time in the beginning due to his morals but he learned to throw those out the window. One rule he kept to himself was a no killing rule, unless his life or his dad's, Roman Torchwick, life was in danger. And speaking of his dad, Roman often had Harry go out and scout the area for a heist after discovering the extent of Harry's unique power. Harry did not have a Semblance despite having his Aura unlocked. If Roman hadn't stumbled across Harry, he would have never expected magic to be real.
Tonight was a heist night. However, Roman had informed Harry, and Roman's newest addition to the little family, Neopolitan, that they would be partnering up with two others that night. Harry walks up to his father, looking sharp in his dark amber tuxedo jacket with tails flaring out behind him, a black dress shirt and pants, black shoes and dark amber gloves. In his gloved hands was a dark amber mask that flared out dramatically like flames on the edges and came to a very sharp point on his nose to complete the look. Roman looks over at his son and nods in approval.
"Sharp as always Harrison! I think you'll like our new partners," Roman smirks.
"I hope you're right about that," Harry comments. "Are we meeting them here?"
"Yes. They should be here any moment now," Roman answers. Neo appears next to Roman and Harry just as two sets of footsteps were heard behind them. All three turn to look at the newcomers and were greeted with a curious sight. The elder of the two was a woman no older than 26 with smoldering orange eyes and a sexy, long sleeved red dress that had a small tail to the side. The dress was imbued with fire dust and upon her feet were black stilettos. Next to her was a girl around Harry's age with bushy brown hair and honey brown eyes. This girl wore a dark blue, one shouldered dress that came only to her waist in the front but to mid-thigh in the back. Black capris were on her pale legs, dark blue lace up heels meeting the capris right below the knee cap. Black elbow length gloves covered her hands as a sleek, dark blue mask dangled loosely from her fingers.
"Cinder! You made it on time as expected! And I didn't think you'd be the motherly type," Roman comments.
"The same could be said about you. Didn't expect you to be the fatherly type," Cinder, the woman in red, quips back. Roman chuckles.
"Touché! Anyways, this is my son Harrison James Torchwick. And this is our newest accomplice Neopolitan," Roman introduces, gesturing to each in turn. Neo waves and Harry bows.
"And this is my daughter Hermione Jean Fall," Cinder introduces, Hermione giving a curtsy as she was introduced. Cinder may only be ten years older than Hermione, but she soon became Hermione's parental figure when she stumbled upon the girl. Hermione had had a similar situation to Harry that wound her up on Remnant.
"Pleasure to meet such beautiful ladies~" Harry says, his lips quirking up.
"Such a gentleman," Hermione comments, hiding a smile with an eye roll.
"Now that we all know each other, shall we pull this heist to see if we can work as a group?" Roman asks. The other four nod, all ready to go on this rather large heist. As planned, Harry and Hermione were sent to go scout and they were pleasantly surprised to find out that the other had powers similar to their own. As the masks were slipped on, the two smirk at each other. Upon getting to a good vantage point, the duo pause to search for an infiltration point. Hermione breaks the silence.
"I got an idea. I'll transform and fly closer to find a good infiltration point," the bushy brunette says.
"Sounds good to me. Just make sure that it's big enough a cat can fit through," Harry responds.
"So you can transform too. Intriguing. You, Mister Torchwick, might have to have your brain picked later by me," Hermione muses. Harry only grins.
"By a pretty lady like you? Sounds like a wonderful time," was his reply. With a shake of her head to hide a smile that was threatening to creep onto her face, Hermione stands up. She takes a few running steps and morphs into a majestic northern hawk owl as she leaps into the air. She swoops around the building, searching for a spot that would grant them access into the Dust factory without detection. An air vent grabs her attention and she notices that it was large enough to accommodate her. She circles back to Harry, landing on her feet as she transforms back.
"Air vent. Transform and I'll carry you over," Hermione commanded. Surprised by the sudden dominance that Hermione displayed, Harry simply obeys and transforms into a sleek, yet adorable, black cat. Hermione goes back to her owl form and grabs Harry by the scruff of his neck with her talons. Harry let out a indignant meow at the way he was being carried. Once at the air vent, Hermione drops Harry into it before flying into it herself. Harry, fortunately, was prepared and simply lets gravity take its course as he slides down. He sits and waits for Hermione's feathery form to join him. Upon spotting the northern hawk owl, he starts walking through to find an exit point into the building. Gentle clacks behind him indicated that Hermione was following and doing the best she could be to be as quiet as possible. Harry spots an air vent grate and flicks his head back so Hermione would back up. Once he had enough space, he turns human and then quietly and quickly loosens the vent gate. He flattens himself and lets Hermione walk over him to get into the room to scope it out. Harry drops down only when Hermione was human once more.
"You know, for working together for the first time, we work quite well," Harry comments, dusting his jacket off.
"You're right about that Torchwick. Now let's go let Mom, Roman and Neo in, shall we?" Hermione says. Harry grins.
"Of course! Oh, and try NOT to kill anyone," Harry says. "Scare them? Yes! Kill? Only if your life is in danger," the raven haired male says as he draws his dual twisted daggers. The bushy brunette simply nods, hooking her spiked, metallic whip off her belt. A black eyebrow arches up at her on Harry's face. "Kinky."
"Oh hush you," Hermione says, rolling her eyes. She was hiding a playful smirk. With a nod, the two head out and knock out any security guards they happened upon. The workers paid no heed to the two thieves, simply because they did not care for the Schnee Dust Company. Also, the thieves weren't there to hurt them yet. Harry and Hermione eventually make it to the entrance and unlock the door, letting Cinder, Roman and Neo in.
"Well done my boy~ Let's get this show on the road shall we?" Roman smirks, giving Harry the silent go ahead. Harry only grins in response. He then takes off, cackling like a madman, his "Semblance" lashing out, creating gashes in the walls and explosions. This was to scare the workers out of the building.
"Well Hermione, don't let him out do you. We'll handle the bigger portions of Dust. Search for any hidden crystals or information. Oh, and go cause some havoc," Cinder smirks. Hermione beams before taking off after Harry, her "Semblance" flaring out, causing burns and other elemental damages. Upon hearing heels clicking behind him, Harry looks over his shoulder and grins widely.
"Well~ I think I just found my perfect partner in crime~" Harry winks as he runs around with Hermione. He kept an eye out for anything that might have a lock.
"Was that supposed to be a pick up line Mister Torchwick?" Hermione asks, arching a brown eyebrow.
"Perhaps it was Miss Fall! Would you consider at least one date?" Harry asks as he slides to a stop. He spotted a safe and went over to it to start picking it open. Hermione sits on the edge of the safe, stroking her chin thoughtfully.
"Perhaps I will. You could prove to be quite entertaining," Hermione smirks. Harry pauses in his lockpicking to grin at Hermione. He gets it open and pulls out both crystals and money. He splits it with his potential girlfriend. The two then leave the room they were in and watch as the workers flee the building before entering the actual factory to snag any Dust the other three thieves may have missed. Harry and Hermione go around to jolt the security guards awake enough so they had the chance of getting out alive when they set the factory aflame. They receive the signal and the two teens set the building on fire. As they exit the burning factory, they find their respective parent smirking.
"Well Cinder, I think we can call this a partnership," Roman says, holding out a gloved hand out.
"Agreed. We'll see you around," Cinder replies, shaking Roman's hand. Harry kisses the top of Hermione's hand before she left, winking again.
"Here's to a new age of crime Harrison!" Roman says, slapping his son on the back.
"A new age of crime indeed," Torchwick's ward smirks.