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A/N: Sorry if it's short but I'm trying to write three stories all at once.

Chapter Four: Where's Your Thieves License?

"So this is where you dumped him?" Hermione asked Ponder Stibbons.

"Yes."

Ron, Harry and Hermione looked down at the murky water. Hermione was thinking: This can't be the city's drinking water. It looks like concrete! Where do they get their drinking water? If they don't use this river to drink (And I certainly hope they don't) what's the point of having it? This city, it's so… fascinating! I wish I knew how it all worked…

Harry wasn't thinking about the water. He was thinking about how stupid Ponder was. Doesn't he realize that he just let the worlds most evil wizard walk away unharmed? Harry thought angrily. Well he actually hopped because he had been turned into a frog, but who knows what Voldemort is capable of?

Ron stared down at the contaminated river. "You don't think there's a chance he drowned, do you?" He asked Ponder hopefully.

Ponder shook his head. "It's impossible to drown in the Ankh. The river is too thick. No, I think he just hopped away. Don't worry,"

"Would we be aloud to explore the city," Harry asked. "You know, try and find clues."

Ponder looked perplexed. "You don't need permission. Students are always coming and going out of the University. Bare in mind they usually come from and go to the Bunch of Grapes," He looked at their faces. "That's a pub us wizards usually drink at."

Ron and Harry nodded. Hermione just looked appalled. "What about the lessons?"

Ponder frowned. "What about them?"

"Why don't students attend them?"

"Well, they do, sort of. It's the teachers, really. If they're not in the mood to teach (Which is basically all the time) they'll usually say: "Don't you have some pub to bugger off to?"

Harry and Ron gaped at him in awe. "I wish Hogwarts was like that!" The said in union.

Hermione looked up at the University disapprovingly. "Come on let's go."

They had walked down the street for a few minutes. "I'm hungry!" Ron exclaimed.

"Perhaps we should find lunch somewhere?" Hermione suggested.

"Good idea." Harry agreed. "Any idea where we are?"

The looked around the deserted streets. Hermione pulled out a map. "Hmm… we seem to be in an area named "The Shades"."

"The Shades? Sounds a little odd to name a suburb The Shades." Ron said doubtfully.

Harry's eyes scanned The Shades. "I don't think it's a very suburban area."

Hermione placed the map back into her schoolbag and swung it over her shoulder. "I think we should get out of here-" Hermione started. A dark figure ran past and snatched the schoolbag.

"Stop him!" Hermione shouted.

"Stupefy!" Cried Harry, who had now withdrawn his wand. The figure stopped in his tracks and fell to the ground.

The tree of them ran towards the figure that was trying to pick himself up. "Oh gods! What was that for?" He moaned.

"Where's your thieves license?" Hermione demanded

"Thieves license?" Harry and Ron exclaimed in union.

"Don't 'ave one." The thief grunted.

Hermione placed her hands on her hips. "Well you should be lucky if the Thieves Guild don't find you."

"Too late, miss." Said a voice in the shadow. Three men revealed themselves, holding up a card each.

"Hermione," Ron said slowly. "What is going on?"

The leader grinned at him. "New in town eh?" He held the card under Ron's nose. "Licensed thieves, approved by the Ankh-Morpork Thieves Guild." His eyes darted toward the unlicensed thief. "Well, if it isn't old Here'n'now. Still claim you stole fire from the gods?"

The other thieves laughed. Here'n'now looked at his feet.

"Wait, let me get this straight," Said Harry. "You're telling me that you're licensed thieves?"

The leader picked up Hermione's schoolbag. "Yes, so I'll be taking this." He signaled the other two thieves, who grabbed Here'n'now's arms. "There's no Watch to put you under protective custody now, Here'n'now."

Here'n'now struggled under the thieves' grip. The leader had pulled out a note pad and was busy writing on it.

"Here is your receipt." He said handing the receipt to Hermione and walking off with the schoolbag and Here'n'now.

"So we just let them walk away without stopping them?" Said Harry.

"We can't do anything, it's not against the law." Hermione replied quietly.

"Well that's just great!" Ron exclaimed in mock glee. "We have no money, no map. Things can't get any worse!"

Actually, they can." Hermione said even quieter than before. "I left the port key in my schoolbag. WE have no way of getting back."

Meanwhile, the three thieves stood outside the Thieves Guild, searching through the content's of Hermione's schoolbag.

"What's this?" Asked a thief, holding up an old boot.

"What's the currency for old boot?" Another thief asked the leader.

"You know Mr. Boggis won't accept that," Said the leader. "Throw it under the bridge. We've got enough money in here." He patted the schoolbag.

The thief shrugged and threw the boot under the bridge.

Voldemort was not a happy frog. He wasn't a happy human either, but at least when he was human he didn't have to dodge carts, birds, feet and hungry beggars.

They'll pay for this, he thought angrily. I'll make them wish they'd never met me. I will make them face a fate worse than death. I will… is that a fly?

A large fly was buzzing around Voldemort's head. His eyes bulged. A/N: not that he had much choice; he is a frog, after all.

And then, he did something he thought he never would have done. Voldemort opened his mouth and his long tongue shot out.

Splat!

Voldemort rolled his tongue with the fly attached back into his mouth. Voldemort savored the flavor of the fly before swallowing.

Not bad. Tastes a little salty, but not bad at all. Voldemort had suddenly become aware of what he had just thought, his eyes bulged again. Ahhhh! I've started thinking like a frog! I have to get out of this body soon before I start thinking like this permanently!

Voldemort hopped away angrily, although by now what he was feeling was way beyond anger.

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