The Thief

Seven year old Harry Potter had never had a happy life. He's parents died when he was just a year old and he was sent to live with his aunt and uncle who hate him with a fiery passion. Every day at number four privet drive was the same he'd get up at six am and cook breakfast then he'd weed the garden, water the flowers, sweep the patio, make lunch, clean the house, make dinner, and wash the car. If he got everything done then maybe he could eat but it really depended on his relative's mood.\

It had been this way for as long as he could remember and he knew wasn't going to change on its own so he was going to leave. It wasn't like anyone would miss him he wasn't aloud to go to primary school and even if he was the Dursleys would come up with an excuse. So after the Dursley's had gone, to bed he sneaked in the kitchen and filled his cousin Dudley old school bag with food and water before he ran out into the night. He went a few blocks until he got to a bus stop he got on and paid with the little bit of money he had collected from cleaning the couch cushions. It wasn't long after he took his set that he fell asleep wondering where the bus would take him.

Harry woke up to something shaking him. He opened his eyes and saw that it was the old bus driver. "Kid its time to get off." The bus driver said. "Where am I?" Harry asked. "London." the man said gruffly as he hurried the young boy off the train. Still sleepy Harry started looking for a places he could stay the rest of the night. He didn't want to spend all the money he had on an inn so he looked around some abandoned house until he found one with an open back door. The inside wasn't too bad it even had a mattress. It would be a fine place to stay until he figured out what he was gonna do and with that thought he went back to bed. Harry stood with his back against the wall as two big men cornered him in the alleyway. He stood there shaking in fear as he remembered how he got himself into this mess.

Flashback

He watched the two men talking from under a nearby table. It had been a month since he ran away from the Dursleys and since then he ran out of food and money. He was able to steal a few wallets but nothing like this. The men before him were dressed in the finest clothes outside of a high end restaurant. If he was able to take one of their wallets then he'd probably be set for the rest of the month. It wasn't like the men were really going to miss it. It was obvious that they weren't exactly poor. He gathered up his courage and walked past the men bumping into one as he passed. "Hey watch it runt." The man growled. "Sorry." Harry said quietly as he walked away. What neither man realized was Harry had slipped his hand into the man's pocket and took his wallet.

At least that's what Harry had thought. "Hey get that kid!" He heard one of them scream. Without looking back he took off running. He could heard the two men getting closer, he knew he couldn't go back home so he made a right turn instead of a left. Too bad for him this lead into an empty alley. He turned to go back but the two men had already started to close him in. Harry backed up until his back hit the wall and watched the men get closer.

End Flashback

The men cracked their fist and lifted their hands to hot him. Harry closed his eyes waiting for the blow but it never came. He opened his eyes and saw one girl no taller than four feet holding the men by their elbows. "Is there a problem her gentlemen?" She asked. "This little ray stole my wallet." One of the men said. "We were just about to teach him a lesson." The other finished.

The girl let the men go and walked over to him. She looked him up and down until her eyes landed on his scar. He let her trace it with her finger. "You're lying." The girls said. "Oh Ya." "Ya search him." She said her voices filled with confidences. The two men graded him roughly and searched him but they couldn't find the wallet which was strange because he was sure it was in his pocket a second ago. "See he doesn't have anything so get out of here before I get the cops."

The men scowled at her and walked out of the alley. "You ok." The girl asked. "Ya." Harry answered. Now that she was in the light he could see her clearly. She had silky hair that was black as night and went down to her knees and dark green eyes. Her skin was pale which seemed to help her hid in the shadows. There was something else, a strange sort of feeling he got from her.

"What's your name?" She asked. "Harry." He said without hesitation. For some reason he trusted her. "I'm Sombra. What you doing out here by yourself." She asked her eyes filled with concern. "I don't really have any places to go. I ran away from home." He explained. "They hit you." She said as she traced the faint bruises on him. "Well Ya." He admitted sheepishly. Would she think he was a freak too? He couldn't see why not.

"Did they hit you because you could strange stuff?" Sombra asked. Harry didn't say anything he just waiting for her to call him a freak and leave. "Come with me." She said as she started down the alley. He just stood there. "I didn't save you just to turn around and hurt you." she said. She put out her hand for him to take. After a moments hesitation he took it and let her lead him out into town.