Harry grinned as he stepped off of the bus. It had been a long ride, but it was finally over. It was all finally over. He was done with that damned school for good.
He started down the street, bumping against a man as he went. He quickly apologized, but smirked as he slipped the man's wallet into his pocket. He was going to need some money to carry him until he managed to find a job.
He continued to walk down the street. He kept his head down, and his hands stuffed in his pockets. His leather jacket protected him from the rain that seemed constant in London. His crazy hair was, for once, plastered to his forehead. Unlike the people running for shelter all around him, he didn't mind the rain. It gave him a good cover. Nobody remembered the guy walking past them in the rain.
As he walked, he started to think of places he could stay.
Privet Drive was out of question. They had put up with him long enough to try and 'cure' him, as they put it. He would have been just as well off living on the streets, without them. Besides, if he went to Privet Drive, the Dursleys would expect him to be well behaved; that was why they had sent him to St. Brutus's in the first place. He figured they had ignored the 'uncurably criminal' aspect of the school name.
He had no plans of behaving. What was the fun in that?
He briefly considered the Weasley's, but quickly dismissed it. The youngest boy, Ron, was his best mate. All of the Weasley children had gone to St. Brutus's. They had all started as pickpockets, to help out at home, but they had all branched out eventually. Ron was a brilliant bank robber. He could get in and out, with no issues.
As much as he loved the Weasley's, he had to get out on his own for a while. That was why had also dismissed staying with his other best friend, Hermione Granger. Hermione was a thief in her own category. She would hack into websites, and have a portion of their funds deposited into one of many bank accounts she had across the world. Almost the entire school wondered why she was a Gryffindor, where the thieves lived, instead of Ravenclaw, where the hackers lived.
He stopped walking when he saw a four-star hotel in the near distance. He made his way into the building, and started to work his magic.
Every student to go through St. Brutus's had their own style. One of his dorm mates, Neville Longbottom played himself as weak, a boy who had no need to be at St. Brutus's, while secretly stealing from all of them. Harry's rival in school, Draco Malfoy, was notorious for the amount of knives he kept on his person at any time. Malfoy was a Slytherin, the house known for teaching future murderers and rapists. The house known for most of its students dying was Hufflepuff, where the druggies went.
Harry, however, was a Gryffindor, a thief. He wasn't just any thief, though. He was a con artist, one of the best in the country. An amazing feat for an eighteen year old.
Short idea I had while reading Order of the Phoenix. What if Harry really did go to St. Brutus's, and that was where he met everyone? I may add more later, once I am done with my current project. I, obviously, changed a few things, St. Brutus's isn't just a boys school.
I do not own Harry Potter, or the quote from Order of the Phoenix used in the summary.
