"The Basher," Ron said again, "Dean Thomas' new name. You remember how back at Hogwarts, he could break into any room anywhere? Well, he went into 'business' breaking into doors. Lately he's been sticking to vault doors, though."

"Really, Dean Thomas, break the law?" Harry asked smiling.

"Look at yourself," Ron replied, "From what I've heard, there may be a minor problem with availability."

"Well fix it,"

"Well fix it," Ron mimicked as Harry walked off.



Dean Thomas stood behind a wall, holding his wand in his hand. Counting down from five, he turned around and pointed his wand at a vault door, yelling Bombius remotus. Suddenly, little black boxes that had been placed in a circular fashion around the door blew up. Grinning, he walked towards the fallen door and started to walk in the vault. Putting one foot inside, he smiled as he turned towards his comrades.until the bank alarm went off. Within seconds they were surrounded by guards armed with wands. Dean turned around and let himself be cuffed and walked outside. Just as he was about to be Apparated away via the Auror holding him, he saw something that gave him hope.

"Let me guess, your standard bomnius remotus charm combined with your twenty feet charm line? Milton Charles, ASU," said Ron Weasley.

The Auror holding Dean grunted a yes.

"Now, let me ask you," continued Ron, "have you searched him? I mean really searched his person? Move over. Go find Binds for me."

"Whose Bins?" asked the confused Auror.

"Just find him.now," Ron yelled as the frightened Auror hurried off.

"How you been?" Ron asked as grabbed hold of Dean, "I think we might be able to set you up with something, how's that?"

"Fine with me," Dean said as they started to walk down an alleyway.

Suddenly, a loud popping noise came from inside the building and something exploded from inside it.

"They weren't expecting that!" Dean cried as they Apparated away.



"OK, so Basher's in," Ron said, "but who else do we need?"

"Well, Draco M.'s in," Harry replied, "He's developed a severe case of quidditch elbow and will be needing to take the next couple games off. While he's taking some time off, he's going to visit the Quidditch Pitch and get the floor plans."

"Draco Malfoy?" Ron asked.

"One and the same," Harry replied, "Be nice, though. He's on our side now."

"Well, all I can say is that he won't have any problems faking his injuries," Ron said harshly.



Draco Malfoy sat in front of Roger Davies and his coach, cuddling his right arm. Nodding when a trainer prodded and pulled at his arm, and groaning when it sounded right.

"Well, this boy certainly can't play next week," the trainer said.

Disappointed, his coach and Roger let him leave. Seconds later, he put on his sunglasses and Apparated to the Quidditch Pitch. As dozens of pretty ladies clothed in flashy show clothes surrounded him, he decided that he was definitely going to enjoy being injured.

"What about Sirius?" Ron asked.

"Well what about him?" Harry said.

"He could be our con man. He is a great liar," Ron said.

"Yeah, he could, but he won't," Harry said looking at Ron dimly.

"Well, why don't you ask him?"

"Well there's an idea, I'll ask him," Harry said mockingly.



"What do you really want?" Sirius asked, "I know that look, I saw it on James face all the time."

Harry whispered his plan into Sirius' ear. Sirius looked surprised. Harry passed an invitation towards Sirius across the table and left. Sirius sat there, staring blankly at the invitation before picking it up and pocketing it. He did have some social injustices to make up for.



Ron and Harry sat watching an oriental broom show.

"You said you knew a grease man, where is he?" Harry asked.

"See that little Chinese girl over there?" Ron asked after taking a big sip of soda.

"Yeah," Harry replied as he saw a short little Chinese girl flipping off her broom.

"Well, she's our grease man. Actually, she's Cho Chang's older sister," Ron said taking another sip.

"Will she do it?" Harry asked.

"Actually, she has a record longer than my arm," Ron said with a smile before taking another sip.

"That doesn't look that harrrdd.," Harry started then trailed off as the girl, using solely her arms, pulled herself up a straight up and down pole and then flipped to another pole ten feet away.

"We got a grease man," Harry said smiling.

Ron slurped the rest of his drink.

"And Cha Chang makes ten," Harry said, "They've all agreed. I think ten is enough. Don't you?"

Ron sat on a barstool staring out blankly into space.

"We need another."

Ron sat there.

"I'll get another."



Dennis Creevey sat on the Hogwarts Express. Wearing a blue and red stripped shirt, he looked a lot like a kid. Harry stood at the other end of the compartment. When he was a kid, Harry had thought that the Express only took Hogwarts students to Hogwarts, but now as he was so enlightened, he had learned that it also provided transportation for working adults that needed to go to London or Hogsmeade.

Harry smiled as he saw Dennis lean in and pick the pocket of the man sitting next to him. Dennis got off at the next stop and Harry followed him. As they walked, Harry passed him and took out the stolen wallet and slipped his card.

Twenty minutes later Dennis Creevey walked into Emmit's Pub, looking around for Harry Potter. Spying him, he walked over towards Harry's table and took a seat.

"Who is Landon Teller?" Harry asked, throwing the stolen wallet at Dennis, "I've got a job for you, but you're either in or out right now."

"A job?" Dennis asked, "legal?"

"Not quite," Harry answered, "but it's big. Big enough to put you into retirement. How about it?"

"I'm in," Dennis said with a smile. Harry smiled back and handed him an invitation.



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