Author's Note: I own nothing, I'm just having fun!

April

It was the Hogsmeade weekend the week before Easter. Harry had weighed his options on an imaginary double sided scale: risk punishment or successful plot. The successful plot side won out with a resounding clunk.

Harry draped the invisibility cloak over his head then said the spell to open the path behind the humped witch statue. Before exiting the other end of the path he used the appearance changing spells Lupin had taught him. He lenghthed his hair and changed it to a light brown, almost blond color. His eyes he switched to blue-grey. Then he transfigured his school uniform hat into a fedora. Next he modified some of the features on his jacket. By the time he was done young Indian Jones was ready to venture on his quest. Harry slipped his invisibility cloak back on and quietly tread up the stairs into Honeydukes and then out the door amongst a group of exiting students. Harry found a secluded area and removed the cloak, then joined the throngs in the stores. He received some odd looks due to his clothing choice but only one person confronted him on it.

"Hi, I'm Dean. What's your name?"

"Indy."

Dean nearly boggled his purchases, "Really? Awesome. So, are you just pretending to be like the character in the movie or is the character really a wizard and your like his kid or something?"

Harry gave a raised brow and an enigmatic answer, "I think it's time to ask yourself; what do you believe?"

Dean gapped, making his own conclusions, then grinned. "So what are you seeking, Indy?"

"Fortune and glory, kid. Fortune and glory."

Dean, getting into his part, responded, "You're gonna get killed chasing after your damn 'fortune and glory'!"

'Indy' replied, "Maybe. But not today."

The two boys parted ways. Harry rarely got to just sit and watch movies in his childhood, but he would catch parts of them as he was cleaning and he could hear them from his cupboard. Indian Jones had been a favorite of both his and Duddley's. When he was little he'd sometimes pretend he was Jones running away from the bad guys (his cousin's gang). Actually, the time he had ended up on the school roof he had been imagining himself to be Jones running from the boulder and leaping over the pit, though his goal had been to leap the trash cans. He had been quite surprised to find his jump had landed him up so high. At the time he figured imagination must help you succeed at stuff, so he had begun using his imagination more and more often, to the great ire of his relatives.

Harry made his way to the Quidditch shop and thanked Merlin that his prey was perusing the merchandise. Malfoy had been bragging for weeks that his father was coming for the spring Hogsmeade visit to buy him new Quidditch supplies. Harry couldn't perform wordless magic, but he could put a silencing spell on himself and then perform spoken spells, which is how he proceeded with his plot. 'Indy' silently placed a freezing charm on a snitch, disillusioned it, then floated it into the younger Malfoy's pocket, then cancelled the freezing and dissillusionment charms. The snitch immediately began to dance about lifting Draco's robes this way and that.

Harry had undone the silencing spell on himself and called out, "Thief!" People looked around and the store owner's head whipped up from the order he had been ringing up, his hand automatically pressing the button that called the aurors. He had lost one too many items due to theft and no longer hesitated to react. He was a bit surprised to see that it was the wealthy Malfoy boy whose robes were bobbing around, but internally he was thrilled that he'd be able to get a little comeuppance with the little snot.

Lucius grabbed the edge of his son's robe and withdrew the fluttering object. Two aurors apparated in moments later.

Auror Mitchell inquired, "What seems to be the problem?"

Now that the actual moment was here though, the store owner was hesitant to complain about such a wealthy client.

'Indy' stepped forward and pointed at Draco, "That boy stole a snitch."

"I didn't." Draco insisted, "Why would I stoop so low as to steal?"

"You stoop low enough to treat everyone around you like pig manure, stealing is hardly a leap."

"What would you know of it, freak!" Draco sneered judging 'Indy' by his clothes.

"You just proved you're stupid enough to judge by what you see rather than finding out how much power the person you are insulting truly has."

"Oh yeah, what kind of power do you have?" Malfoy retorted.

"Enough!" One of the auror's finally stepped between the two teens. Auror Roberts turned to 'Indy', "What did you see?"

"I saw the blond boy pick up a snitch and slip it into his pocket."

"Liar," snarled Draco.

"My son would not steal. Come Draco." Lucius started to head towards the door.

Auror Mitchell blocked their path. "We still need to clear a few things up Mr. Malfoy."

Auror Roberts began to speak to the store owner while the elder Malfoy seethed behind him. All the while other customers gawked at the scene.

"What did you witness?" Roberts inquired of the store owner.

"The boy's robes were bouncing about as the snitch tried to escape his pocket."

"It would seem Mr. Malfoy that you owe this store owner the cost of the snitch and the Auror department a fee for us coming out here."

"He can have his precious snitch back! What need have I for stolen goods?" Lucius flung the golden winged object and it took off crashing into this and that and breaking nearly all that it touched.

Lucius again tried to leave with his son, but by this time Auror Mitchell had called for backup and Amelia Bones was now standing by his side in the doorway. Amelia silenced the crowd with a flick of her wand then turned to Roberts. "Report."

"Draco Malfoy attempted to steal a snitch. Lucius Malfoy is attempting to leave without paying."

Lucius was highly tempted to curse the obnoxious young auror, but had no desire to spend his evening behind bars for losing his temper in front of the head of the aurors. He settled for a death glare that promised retribution instead.

"Proof?" asked Bones.

"Well, this chap," Auror Mitchell pointed in the general direction he had last seen 'Indy', "Said he saw young Malfoy take it."

"What chap?"

Mitchell swung around. The man in the fedora was gone. "He was right...," Mitchell faltered then reluctantly turned back to his superior. "The witness is no longer here, ma'am."

"What was his name?"

"I do not know, ma'am."

"What other proof did you have?"

Mitchell felt like a shrinking child under a mother's glare, "The owner saw the robe lifting due to the snitch being in the boy's pocket."

"Did you check who had first touched the snitch?"

Now Mitchell was turning red in the face, "No ma'am."

"Then I'd say it is high time that was done. Where is it?"

They all looked about. The snitch was no where to be seen. No one even seemed quite certain when it had stopped zooming about.

Auror Roberts tried summoning the snitch which caused his boss to turn her glare on him, "Given what you know about Quiditch how likely do you think it is that snitches have anti-summoning charms on them?"

"Highly likely, ma'am," stated the cowed auror.

"Since you two have completely fumbled this investigation by losing both the witness and the stolen item and having the nerve to demand compensation from a citizen without full proof that they committed a crime you will spend the next several weeks on desk detail and the handling of drunks."

Both men groaned. They had just earned their way off those duties the previous week. Desk work was tedious and drunk duty meant getting vomited on and occasionally punched in the nose.

"As to this mess, I do believe you were the cause of this destruction Mr. Malfoy. It is only fitting you fix it."

"My apologies madame. I inadvertently released the snitch due to my frustration with being falsely accused." Lucius detested being polite to this women, but she had just cleared his son of all charges so he acted with the grace of a pureblood, "Dobby."

"Yes, Master, sir?" The protruding eyed elf popped into existence by his master's side.

"Clean this place."

"Yes, Master, sir." The elf whizzed around the place repairing items with a snap, levitating them into place, dusting the shelves with a flick of his hand and making the objects in the display cases gleam just by briefly touching each.

Harry snorted under his invisibility cloak, mentally thinking, "Why would anyone one consider a house elf inferior? They could perform wandless magic effortlessly and didn't need a seven year magical education to figure out how to do it." As he had these thoughts he removed a shrunken sock from his pocket and placed it in the fluttering snitch he held in his hand. Then he snuck across the room and slid it into Lucius' pocket.

Lucius' robes started to lift, "Not again." He jammed his hand in his pocket and yanked out the offending object. "Dobby, put this back in its case."

Three voices chimed out simultaneously:

"You had it!" shouted the store owner.

"Proof!" exclaimed Mitchell.

"Yes, Master, sir," came Dobby's docile response.

This was followed by:

Store owner: "That will be 20 galleons."

Bones to her aurors: "Idiots!"

Dobby: "Clothes! Master gave me clothes! Dobby is free!"

The next few minutes consisted of:

-Lucius yelling at Dobby, "What are you blathering about? I didn't give you clothes."

-Dobby blithely ignored him as he enlarged the shrunken sock and pulled it on his head like a stocking cap.

-Bones yelling at her underlings, "Do you have no thought processes in those heads of yours? The missing witness is the most likely instigator of all this chaos."

-And Harry quietly placing 20 galleons on the counter then slipping unnoticed out the door.

'Indy' made his way back to Honeydukes, still under the invisibility cloak. He snuck back through the trapdoor and then lifted the invisibility cloak off himself.

Harry sat on the dusty, stone ground and leaned against the wall. He withdrew his plot folder and returned it to full size. He pulled out a quill and the picture of police dealing with the "theft" of the snitch and wrote Ameila Bones. Harry shuffled through the papers until he found the one containing his to-do-list and put a checkmark next to, "Discover the identity of ethical police officers who use their brains rather than jumping to conclusions."

Harry had an invitation to the play ready for the honorable police officer (auror) he discovered today, but in this case it was unnecessary. Susan had a small part in the play and her aunt would be in the audience.

I went about this story in a different way. I wrote the beginning and then the end and then worked toward the middle. This is actually the last chapter I wrote for this story.