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HP: The Stealing Isn't That Bad! Is It?

Everybody learns things from their childhood, be it their good manners, bad manners, or something as small as speaking manners. And just like this They learn things in their childhood like playing, seeing some truths, some lie, stealing and many other things. All it comes downs to environment and how the child is getting raised most of the time. So, what forced Harry to learn stealing did it something happen when he was a child or something else entirely.

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"It's not yours anymore Granger." Draco smirked as he twirled the fancy quill.

Hermione face fell, she knew how expensive that quill was and she knew she couldn't do anything about Draco Malfoy. She had been warned by the arrogant pureblood to stay out of their way during the train and was only saved from further harassment with the arrival of a few kind hearted Ravenclaw boys who she guessed where in their seventh year.

As she stared at the retreating backs of the three bullies, she noticed a young boy move past them, and subtly trip Gregory Goyle. The large boy fell on Draco Malfoy and Vincent was taken down to the ground as Malfoy pulled him down with him.

As Malfoy scolded his two bodyguards, Hermione noticed the boy pick up her fancy quill and started walking towards her.

Without saying anything, the boy whom Hermione noticed had green eyes and a faint scar on his head placed the deluxe quill back into her hands and walked away, and vanished around the corner.

Hermione Granger then realized that Harry Potter, the Boy who lived, had helped her and was actually her housemate.

It was strange as Harry seemed to be able to hang below the radar. He didn't talk much and pretty much kept to himself... eating and studying alone.

Hermione vowed to change that.

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From Tumshie:

Dumbledore: Well Mr. Weasley, tell us a bit about yourself

Ron: Well I like to play chess, and Quidditch, and eat.

McGonagall: What books do you read

Ron: Well, the History of The Cannons, Shooting With The Cannons, The Cannons: The Definitive History, The Cannons Playbook, Travels With The Cannons, and Quidditch Through the Ages.

The Professors had a quick, quiet discussion, and came to the decision that loyalty to his Quidditch team was the main characteristic shown by the newest Weasley.

Dumbledore: Welcome to Hufflepuff Mr. Weasley.

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Greenhouse 1, just after Herbology class

"Don't forget to bring your gardening gloves next meeting, we will be dealing with Hippogriff manure and discuss its magical and mineral properties. Class dismissed."

Hermione hastily packed her bags as soon as Professor Sprout left the Greenhouse through the door at the back. It was unusual for her to rush out of class, usually she lingered around and tried to talk to the teacher to ask for a clarification on the lesson or to ask for an extra credit.

She swung her bag on her shoulder and walked quickly towards the exit, past her surprised classmates who were busy discussing the lesson. It was forbidden to run inside the green houses, as Professor Sprout did not want any accidents since a few of the plants inside were rare and hard to cultivate.

As soon as she walked out of the greenhouse, she looked around and found the boy she wanted to speak with already a good distance ahead. Hermione quickened her pace to catch up but the boy who lived walk fast and soon disappeared inside the castle.

Hermione ran and looked around, and groaned when she realized that Harry Potter had disappeared... again.

"What's going on with you Hermione?" Padma Patil asked.

"I wanted to talk to Harry... you know thank him for giving me back my quill." The brown haired girl said.

"Boy will be boys... he's probably back in the common room with the older students." Padma said. "You know he's not what I expected of the boy who lived."

"What were you expecting? He seems normal to me, though a bit quiet." Hermione said.

"I was expecting the boy who lived to be taller... and at least noble." Padma grinned.

"Noble?" Hermione asked.

"I saw Neville Longbottom, you know the Hufflepuff that keeps crying about his pet frog." Padma said.

"Toad" Hermione corrected.

"Toad." Padma acknowledged the correction. "Anyway I saw him getting taunted by Malfoy... that he's a squib and he's lucky to be accepted at Hogwarts."

"That's horrible!" Hermione said. "But what has that got to do with Harry Potter?"

"Harry didn't even glance at their direction as he walked past." Padma said. "He just continued walking as if he was strolling along Diagon Alley."

"But he helped me with the quill yesterday." Hermione said. "Maybe he didn't see them."

"That's impossible... the corridor I saw them was narrow." Padma said. "He'd either be blind or he needs to have his glasses changed."

"Why does he need to protect Longbottom anyway?" Hermione asked.

"Well he's the boy who lived." Padma shrugged. "Since Dumbledore raised him, he should be all noble and courageous, a true wizarding hero."

"I read in the book that he was hidden from the rest of the wizarding world for safety." Hermione said. "How can you be sure that the Headmaster raised him?"

"It was the Headmaster that hid him." Padma said. "And did you see his charm work? He was the best in class. Professor Dumbledore must be giving him lessons long before he got here."

Hermione nodded. "We better ask him for help in transfiguration too. I heard it was a hard subject to learn."

"C'mon let's head into the lake... It's a beautiful day and I don't want to spend it inside reading books."

"Okay!" Hermione said brightly. The two girls headed towards the lake and found a suitable spot under a tree. Immediately they both pulled books from their bags and started reading.

Hermione just finished the first chapter when she found the boy she wanted to talk to walking across the lawn. The boy had a smile in his face as he occasionally tossed a bottle way up in the air and catch it as it came down.

"Hey Padma? I'll just got talk to someone for a moment. Could you watch my stuff?" Hermione asked.

Padma just nodded as she turned a page and Hermione took it as a reply and ran towards the boy who lived.Harry!"

Harry looked up and saw the brown haired girl he helped earlier. The girl stopped right before him and panted, holding her hands on her knees.

"I need... to talk to you..." The brown haired girl said as she tried to regain her breathing.

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