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Disclaimer: No I don't own either Harry or Dark… though I wish I could own something like them. I wish I was as creative… but anyways

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Chapter 3

Harry sat bored through the beginning of the year feast. He had another heist planned for later this evening and he wanted to get ready. Of course, he would probably be very cranky come morning for classes, but this was his second heist, so he was suitably nervous and excited. The thrill had been intoxicating the first time and he wanted to feel it again. Of course, he was also doing the muggles a service by stealing potentially dangerous magical artifacts. Not that they knew that.

Yeah, he understood that what he was doing was a crime, but it still called for him, as if it was a part of his blood. Turning his head to pretend to pay attention to the sorting, he sorted through his plan for tonight. He had already packed a bag of his needed clothes and supplies. It was sitting at the top of his trunk. He had opted not to use his invisibility cloak because he wanted to sneak out using his own abilities.

A poke to his shoulder pulled him out of his thoughts when the trio was leaving the Great Hall. He turned his head to look at Ron, the one who had poked him. "What?"

"What do you think about that Age Line? It would have been cool to compete!"

Harry frowned. What had he missed? "What are you talking about, Ron?"

Ron gave him an exasperated look. "Weren't you paying attention, Harry? Hogwarts is hosting the Triwizard Tournament. They are putting up an Age Line around the Goblet of Fire though so us younger years can't participate."

Harry nodded. "Oh, I see. I don't think I would have put my name in the Goblet anyways."

"What? Why not?"

"I've had enough fame as it is, Ron."

"Psh. Whatever."

Harry sighed and shook his head. Hermione rolled her eyes. She then turned to Harry. "Since your obviously not interested in the Tournament, I heard some news from my parents not too long ago about something in the muggle world." Harry nodded for her to continue. "It seems that there was a robbery at a museum near Privet Drive." Harry looked suitably surprised. Hermione continued. "Apparently, an expensive artifact was stolen. And, listen to this, Harry! The burglar announced he was going to steal it beforehand!" Hermione looked caught between being impressed and being disapproving of the burglar. "The guy's name is Dark and they managed to capture a picture of him. He only looks to be 16 or 17 years old! My parents sent me a copy of the picture." Hermione pulled the picture out of her pocket and handed it to Harry.

"Sounds like an interesting person." It was a pretty good picture actually. Suddenly, the picture was snatched from his grasp. He turned to give the person an irritated look. Said person only smirked.

"What are you looking at, Potter? Your girlfriend, perhaps?"

Hermione gave an indignant look. "Dark is not a girl! He's a thief who stole from a muggle museum!"

Draco blinked and looked down at the picture. He raised an eyebrow. "A thief? Oh, really. How long had he been a thief?"

Hermione threw him a suspicious look. "He only stole one thing so far, but he announced he was going to steal from another museum tonight."

"Tonight, huh?" And, with that, Draco walked away. Ron just stood there gaping at the whole outlandish event that had happened. Hermione was confused but suspicious at the same time. Harry, on the other hand, groaned. He could tell that Draco, or more specifically Krad, was planning something. He better be prepared for anything tonight if his suspicions were correct.

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Harry lay on his bed waiting for the others to follow asleep. When he finally heard their soft breathing, or snores, he checked his watch. 10 o'clock. He had two hours, then, to get to the museum. Luckily for him that he had planned the heist to be a specific museum in Scotland. He was planning on stealing the La Tasse des Morgana. A French named artifact in a Scottish museum. It was funny how things like that happened.

Rolling out of bed, he tiptoed to his trunk and unlocked it. Pulling out the needed bag, he slipped from the room. Pausing in the Common Room, he let With jump to his shoulder. Having everything he needed, he slipped from the Common Room and into the corridor. Staying to the shadows to avoid being scene, he quickly and silently used the shortcuts to leave the castle.

Sprinting across the lawns, he stopped amongst the tree line to change his clothes. He wore tight black pants tucked into the chunky boots from last time. A silver chain sat looped around his waist. His top was a loose black shirt lined with white.

With sat on a fallen tree log nearby, waiting for when his young master needed him. Harry changed into his real form and grinned at his familiar. "Ready, With?"

With jumped into the air with a happy, "Kyuu!" and transformed into giant black wings. Dark smirked and jumped into the sky, his new appendages flapping to gain altitude. Tonight, he planned to fly into the police's sight. But, unbeknownst to him, a pair of slit gold eyes watched his departure with a smirk.

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When he flew close to the museum, he saw the differences between this night and his last heist. It seemed that the police were actually taking him more serious now. He smirked. Oh good, it looked like he would have more of a challenge tonight, then. Grinning in a self-confident manner, he allowed himself to swoop low over the museum where bright lights had been set up to bath the area in intense light. Almost immediately, someone spotted him and he could just make out the incredulous looks on the men's faces. Television reporters had their cameras pointed at him. He grinned more. He knew his image would be all over Europe by morning. Finally, he would be famous for something he actually had control over.

He quickly dropped out of sight and landed on the roof. He knew that they hadn't seen him fly in last time so they wouldn't be expecting for him to enter through the roof. Luck was on his side, no one was on the roof when he landed. He had to move quickly, they would probably have officers rushing to the roof now.

Moving to a small skylight, he vanished the glass with the appearance of a glistening black feather. He could see the artifact from where he was at. Officers surrounded the display, but thankfully their backs where turned towards the case. With a whispered incantation the artifact was cloaked in darkness, making it seem as if it had disappeared. Satisfied with that, he needed to figure out a way to make the officers leave the room.

An idea came to mind. He stepped back and the glass from the skylight reappeared. Not a moment later, it shattered with a loud crash. Startled, the cops covered their faces to protect themselves from falling glass. They then pulled out their guns, searching for Dark. It was then noticed that the artifact was "gone". Some nameless officer yelled out, "He's already stolen it! Spread out and search for him! We cannot let him get away!"

Weapons drawn, they all rushed from the room. Waiting a moment to make sure they had all gone, Dark jumped through the skylight. He spread his wings to break his fall. With a small thump, wings outspread, he landed. At the moment he let the enchantment over the artifact disperse and, with a burst of feathers, it was revealed. Dark grinned and quickly let his fingers fly over the security lock, hacking in and disabling the alarms. With that done, he stepped up to remove the glass and get the artifact, but something stopped him.

"Famous in such a short amount of time. I can't say I'm surprised, Dark."

Whipping around, Dark spotted a figure leaning against a doorway. Dark's eyes widened. "Krad! What are you doing here?!"

The gold eyes smirked beneath equally golden hair. "On the principality of the whole thing, I can't let you steal the artifact. Besides, it's giving me a chance to fight you."

In an instant, Krad was on top of Dark, pinning his to the ground. "I won't let you steal the artifact, Dark."

Dark, stunned by the appearance of Krad, could only lay there in shock. However, something in his subconscious mind sparked. He grinned at Krad and let his magic swirl around him like a great gust of wind. Krad was thrown back some and he raised his arms to protect his face. With his face covered, he heard Dark speak with a smug lilt to his voice. "Stop me, you say? But, tell me this, who's the real Dark?"

Startled, Krad looked up and snarled at the two smirking Darks, him being in the middle. "Bastard!" He lunged at the Dark before him, but was ensnared by the other Dark, who suddenly became swirling energy. The real Dark grabbed the artifact and placed it in a bag.

Dark, then, smirked at Krad. "Better luck next time, Krad." He then sprung into the air. Krad was immediately released as the swirling energy solidified into wings on Dark's back. Growling, Krad could only watch as the other boy flew out the skylight and into the sky. He snarled. Harry was going to get Hell from him tomorrow.

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The next morning was like any other in the Wizarding World. They were not yet aware of the developing situation in the muggle world. Only a few muggleborn wizards knew anything, but they were few and far between at the moment.

At Hogwarts, the day started off in its usual manner, though the rest of Hogwarts noticed that the whole of Gryffindor House was giving the Boy-Who-Lived a wider than usual berth. It was well known at Hogwarts that Harry Potter was not much of a morning person. He tended to snap and glare at unfortunates if he deemed that they had somehow offended him. It was not unusual for the students to leave him alone in the mornings. Even most of the professors knew to be careful around the boy.

However, this morning, the spaces around Harry were noticeably empty. A few students winced. The Boy-Who-Lived must be in a worse mood than usual. Unfortunate was the soul who had to approach such a moody Savior.

That being stated, it was silence that reigned in the Hall when one certain Slytherin decided that he would brave the wrath of Harry Potter.

Draco, having been humiliated the night before, not that anyone besides him and Harry knew that, decided that his ire was more than enough to go against a certain morning hating actually purple haired thief.

"Well, if it isn't the famous Harry Potter." His tone suggested a thought that no one else could figure out, but the onlookers were only worried about Harry's reaction.

A vein in Harry's forehead visibly throbbed. A few students gulped and shifted farther away from the two. Speaking in a too calm voice, Harry turned to the other boy. "I thought you learned your lesson last time, Draco."

The other boy only sneered. "I will win next time, Harry."

Smiling sweetly, Harry stood. "Can I speak with you alone, Draco?"

Everyone watched with wide eyes as the two rivals walked calmly, too calmly, out of the Great Hall.

Well, so much for giving Harry hell. Poor Draco. He really should remember what happens when someone disturbs Harry in the mornings.

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Well, that's it for that chapter really. I hit a momentary block with this chapter. But, don't worry. I know what I want to write for the next chapter, so hopefully it will be longer.

Oh, and as for the whole Harry is sooo not a morning person thing, it's probably a little much, but I find my amusement in making him that way.