Summary: To try it would be crazy. To pull it off would be impossible. There are a hundred reasons it won't work. But Draco Malfoy believes he can rob the wizarding world's greatest fear. Are you in or are you out?

A/N: Something I dreamt about a few nights ago. I'm semi doing this straight from the script. I don't have a full script, though. If anyone has any idea where I can get the Ocean's Eleven script for free, please tell me!

Disclaimer: Ocean's Eleven to George Clayton Johnson and Jack Golden Russell, and Harry Potter characters to J.K. Rowling.

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"State your name for the record."

"Draco Malfoy."

"You may sit down."

He sat down.

"Mr. Malfoy, the purpose of this meeting is to determine whether, if released, you are likely to break the law again."

Draco said nothing, but stared intently at the ground.

"While this was your first conviction, you have been implicated, though never charged, in over a dozen other confidence schemes and frauds. What can you tell us about this?"

"I was never charged."

"What we're trying to find out is, was there a reason you chose to commit this crime, or was there a reason why you simply got caught this time?"

"My wife left me. I got into a self destructive pattern."

"If released, is it likely you would fall back into a similar pattern?"

"She already left me once. I doubt she'd do it again just for fun."

"Mr. Malfoy. What do you think you would do if released?"

Draco looked up, and for the first time in a while, his face broke into a wide smile.

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Draco walked to the front desk. The security guard looked up from a file in front of him.

"Malfoy, Draco?"

He nodded coldly, and the guard handed him an envelope. He emptied the contents of the envelope onto the desk in front of him. A watch, a wallet containing some money, a small key, and a ring fell out. It was the items he was forced to give up at the beginning of his Azkaban sentence. He put on the watch, pocketed the wallet and key, and fingered the ring a bit before sticking it in his pocket.

"This came to you today," the guard handed him an envelope. Draco looked at it a few seconds, then flipped it over, revealing an official looking seal.

"Those your lawyers?" asked the guard.

"My wife's." Draco replied. He tore open the envelope, and began to read.

"What's it say?"

Draco stared at the letter. He stuffed it into his back pocket.

"It says," Draco stressed the words coldly, "that I'm a free man."

He turned on his heel, and walked through the doors to his right. A guard by the doors raised two fingers in a salute, and Draco left Azkaban for the first time.

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Draco stepped inside The Three Broomsticks. The door slammed shut behind him. He wandered over to bar. He found an available barstool among the throng of people enjoying a butterbeer, and sat down. The bartender walked up to him.

"Want something?"

" Hi, Terry."

The bartender blinked.

"You must have me confused with someone else," he said, "The name's Danny."

Draco nodded. "I'll have a beer."

"You'll do better with beer at the Hog's Head," the bartender advised. "They have a good live band playing at 3:00."

Draco looked down at his watch. It was 4:54 pm. "3:00?" He stood up. "Thanks," he said, as he walked out. He walked down the street to the Hog's Head, which was mostly empty. He sat at the bar, and ordered two beers. A few moments later Terry walked in, and sat down beside Draco. He gulped his beer.

"Terry would be arrested if he was caught working in a bar," he explained to Draco.

"Ah," Draco laughed. "So now you're Danny?"

"Only in the business world. How was Azkaban?" asked Terry.

"You'd never want to go there," answered Draco. He changed the subject. "Seen Jack lately?"

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Jack Sloper sat down at the bar at The Leaky Cauldron. The bartender wandered over to him, a rag for cleaning the countertops in hand.

"Jack, my man! Haven't seen you around in a while. How's the quidditch going?"

"Good, good," Jack answered. "We're doing some practicing in town. You know, that new pitch?"

"Yes, I've seen it. Very modern."

Jack smiled.

"So. What'll it be today? The usual?"

Jack nodded. A shot of the finest whiskey appeared in front him. He took a small sip, and held the glass up to his temple. He caught sight of the time from a clock on the wall, and quickly downed the rest of his drink. He tossed a couple a sickles on the counter as a tip and shrugged his jacket on. He apparated back to the pitch to continue his training, but he saw that the others had started without him. A closer look resulted in the realization that there was a new man among the team. A old friend of Jack's landed, calling out to him. "Hey, Jack! This guy is really good. Want to play?" Jack shrugged.

"Sure," he grabbed a broomstick. As he rose into the air he got a good look at this new guy. It was Draco Malfoy, fresh out of Azkaban.

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Jack and Draco sat in a bar outside both drinking beer.

"Listen, let's cut to the chase," said Jack. He felt that he had been chatted up enough. "Do you want another job?" Draco said nothing.

"Malfoy! You just got out of Azkaban."

Draco still said nothing.

"What would it be?" Jack conceded.

"How would you like to go to Paris?" Draco asked.

"What's in Paris?"

"My father."

"You-, " Jack smiled slowly. "You want to rob your father?"

"No." replied Draco. "I want to rob Voldemort."