Disclaimer: I sadly don't own Harry Potter (or I would be very rich and would have done different things with the characters) and neither do I own Inuyasha.

Author's note: Good old days, when drabbles were still less than 400 words, where are you? *sigh* Anyway, I hope, I have hit the spot. Everything's said.

Have fun reading and if you have a prompt you want me to write, just post it and the character in your comment and I'll do my best!

Fandom: Inuyasha/Harry Potter X-Over

Pairing: Inuyasha x Harry

Prompt: Stolen (SilverTwilight103)

Rating: T

Warning: slash

Next target spotted.

With a small grin on his lips, Harry crept closer to the ridiculously unguarded bag by the tree only a hundred meters away. After two years of stealing experience it would be easier than getting a small child's lollipop. His friends would probably be horrified to know what a life he led now. They would never know though, they weren't here, or rather he wasn't there. Hadn't seen them in more than two years, since he had indirectly killed his godfather and risked the lives of his friends.

It was still a sore spot even now.

His merry chase after Bellatrix Lestrange had led him to the Time Room, a chamber full of time turners, clocks and gadgets he had never seen before. The witch had laughed her crazed laugh at his pathetic try of the cruciatus and had sent a spell his way, which had landed him directly in the shelves of time turners.

Glass broke, blood dripped and his vision blurred until he became nauseous.

Seemingly hours later his gaze had finally refocused – on a field. In the distance he had been able to make out some buildings, but everything had looked very non-London-ish. Wasn't a time turner supposed to make him stay at the same spot and only change the time? At least he hadn't been buried several hundred meters beneath the surface, where the ministry was supposed to be. His dubious luck had ended there though and thrown him into a whole new sort of depression – his wand had been and still was in pieces. He had had no magic to help him in this new, unknown world, which turned out to be the London of more than four-hundred years ago. Neither had he found any wizards or witches. No surprise, it was the time of the Witch Hunts after all.

Not two days later, he had begun to steal, hunger had made it a necessity. Work hadn't really been an option. He knew nothing but a bit of magic and whatever chores he had done for his relatives. His physique wasn't that good either, but what he did know was stealing and how to be sly; he had done it in his early childhood often enough. It had worked for almost two weeks, before he was caught and forced to do something he hadn't done in a very long time – Apparating. Unfortunately his spontaneous self-rescue had landed him not in Britain but in Japan, with no idea how to get back. Not that it mattered, his present was still the far past anyway. His lack of Japanese language knowledge had been the bigger problem.

Or maybe not.

He had soon learned to avoid civilization – if it could be called such. He just didn't fit in with the other people. Especially his big, emerald green eyes seemed to make them think he was a demon, which, in turn, made them try to kill him. What was it with people and trying to off him? On the other hand he had slowly learned to apparate whenever he wanted. That was when stealing became a lot easier, interesting and more a hobby than a necessity. The people here totally deserved it for thinking him a threat without even knowing him. He had had enough prejudice from his old life.

Now he was the perfect little thief, who found pleasure in stealing mostly from richer people. He wasn't quite Robin Hood, but poor people had problems enough and nothing steal-worthy anyway.

But this, this made him curious.

Only a few meters to go until he was within reach of the surprisingly modern looking bag. But before he was able to snatch it, the shrubbery started to rustle and a man, who was only wearing a half tied hakama, jumped in front of him, growling threateningly. Startled, Harry backed off a bit, especially when more people began to show up. That didn't deter him from eyeing the guy up though. The first thing he noticed was the long, silver hair, which led to- were those dog ears? Was that a demon, then? If yes, he was a very attractive, wet and almost naked demon… with a strangely alluring necklace around his neck.

And he wanted it. So bad. It was calling to him, because it was obviously magical.

Gaze fixed on his soon to be possession, he neither noticed being shouted at nor that the dog-boy had come closer. Only when hands fisted around his kimono did he snap back to reality to look directly into golden eyes. "What were you doing here? Who are you?" Yes, the guy was angry alright. Harry wasn't sure if the same applied to the other people of the group, because all of them were standing somewhere behind the taller male. It didn't really matter to the raven and neither did the whole questioning, he wasn't going to answer anyway.

With a slight grin on his lips Harry hooked two fingers around the necklace and tugged, before firmly planting his lips on the pair in front of him. He was a bit disappointed, but not surprised, that he didn't get a response, silver-hair was most likely frozen in shock and that was mainly his reason for kissing him – apart from the guy being hot, of course. Still with a somewhat smug grin, Harry let their lips part again and in one fluent move pulled the necklace over the taller males head.

"Nice, real nice," he muttered satisfied under his breath after briefly inspecting the necklace, while the other people – not just dog-boy – gaped at him in wide-eyed shock. "B-but you shouldn't be able to… to do that!" Miss. Schooluniform – and wasn't that interesting stuff to contemplate later? – finally seemed to have come out of her stupor and was now accusingly pointing her index finger at him. Nope, Harry wasn't impressed. "What? Kissing him? Apparently I can." Smirking, he turned back to dog-boy and this time pressed a kiss to the still stunned male's cheek. "It was really nice meeting you. I hope to see you again soon!"

And with a small 'pop' he was gone.