DISCOVERY

Summary: Harry ran away from the Dursleys when he was 9 years old. Now he lives on the streets, stealing in order to stay alive. But what happens when after all his years of searching Albus finally finds him?. Abused and stubborn will Harry return with him and be the hero of the wizarding world?

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A/N This is not a totally cliché "Harry-returns-to-the-wizarding-world-and-saves-the-day-and-has-no-problem-about-it" fic. 'Cause really, that isn't very likely!

B/N ----- Hi Everyone! I'm Tortall gal's new Beta (the one afore mentioned in big bold lettering... Guess she's glad to have me helping her, eh?) Hope you all like the story! I did my best to make sure there were no mistakes in this:)

CHAPTER #1: Planning

Harry sat down on a park bench next to his best friend Tiff, otherwise known as Tiffany. Tiff was an eleven year old girl had shoulder-length ash-blond hair and dark brown eyes that showed her emotions better then her face.

"So what do we have?" Harry asked running his hand through his untidy black hair.

"Let's see, a loaf of bread, a litre of apple juice and a couple of coins," Tiff told him as she riffled through a small cotton bag.

"Good, that can probably last us a few more days 'till we get a chance to steal some food at the Sunday market," Harry smiled, "life's good, eh Tiffany?"

"I told you never to call me that!" Tiff growled her eyes narrowed, "unless…you wouldn't mind me calling you Harry James Potter would you?"

Harry winced, "and here I was thinking that you could take a joke!"

"A joke hmm? What about I put the jelly-legs on you and you can call me that, or better yet, I put the dancing-legs on you and then I just stand here and laugh, but you don't get to call me that name!" Tiff's eyes danced with laughter.

"It's alright, really."

Harry knew that Tiff wasn't joking. She was a master at charms, considering that she had made most of them up herself. The rest they had learnt from a book they had bought from Diagon Alley when they had first gone there to buy their wands. They seldom went there now for fear of Harry being recognized as the Boy-Who-Lived.

A comfortable silence settled over them..

"Excited for tomorrow?" Harry asked

"Yeah, I can't believe we've been out on the streets for two years already!" Tiff sighed.

"So, what do you want to do to celebrate?"

"Let's put on a magic show!" Tiff suggested enthusiastically.

"Tiff! We can't do that!"

"Why not?"

"One, because we haven't done any in years and we're probably out of practice. And two, because of the reason we stopped in the first place! Remember the ministry people?" he reminded her at her puzzled expression.

"Oh yeah!" Tiff smiled sheepishly, remembering the ministry guy who had nearly arrested them for performing magic in front of muggles. They hadn't noticed him standing in the crowd until he had approached them after the show. When he had confronted them, both of them had run away. Luckily he hadn't noticed that they had been using wand-less magic or that the messy-haired boy was actually the boy-who-lived.

"It's a pity though; making magic shows was so much more fun than stealing!" Tiff said reminiscently.

"I know what you mean..."

"You know, one little magic show couldn't hurt."

"Maybe…I guess," Harry said uncertainly.

"Excellent! Let's start planning!"

"Fine then," Harry conceded, "do you have any paper?"

"Yep!" Tiff grinned and handed Harry a piece of crumpled paper along with a short pencil.

"Right, well, we'll need props. We'll have to go steal some tomorrow, but for now let's make a list of what we'll need and what we're going to do."

For the rest of the evening and well into the night the two friends spent planning their best magic show yet...

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