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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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Harry stared at Tonk's face and the fancy silver watch that had diamond studs around its surface. I must be a Rolex. The young thief sighed and settled on an empty booth while Tonks sat beside him.

The trainee auror bit her lip while she looked at the menu while Harry played with the vase full of crayons normally offered to impatient kids eager for their ice cream.

"The things I do for you." Harry sighed. He gave a last look at the fancy, shiny watch that the man was wearing and forced himself to think that it was probably fake anyway.

"I appreciate it Harry." Tonks grinned and mussed up her familiar's hair.

Harry smiled at Tonks while he discreetly tucked into his pocket a piece of tissue that had Rolex man's car plate number and the address of the house he visited written on it. The watch looked genuine.

"What's so funny?" Tonks ask when she felt her familiar's emotions.

"I just realized how funny I looked getting all worried up with that cartoon show." Harry said.

"You were." Tonks laughed. "I understand though, sometime I feel sorry for Tom. And I can understand why you feel so strongly about it, being my Kit and all."

"I think we have to approach the counter to order." Harry said, still embarrassed about how he reacted earlier.

"Right." Tonks stood up. "You'll have a scoop of strawberry?"

"Make it two scoops." Harry said as he continued to draw a figure on the paper mat.

Tonks nodded and joined the short queue and waited her turn while she kept an eye out for Harry. He seemed to be occupied with the bunch of crayons, drawing something with a look of mischief and satisfaction on his face. A few minutes later she headed back with Harry's two scoop strawberry ice cream on a cup, and her own three scoop mango flavor with chocolate sprinkles.

She noticed Harry was still occupied and she leaned down to see what he was so busy drawing. Tonks smiled and shook her head and ignored the very graphic drawings of a crudely drawn brown mouse, decapitated or chopped in half with splashes of red that represented blood.

Tonks sighed and looked around the ice cream parlor, making sure that the booth behind them was vacant. It wouldn't do to have some curious kid look over Harry's shoulder and see the very violent and graphic images of ten ways to kill a mouse. But she had to hand it to Harry, he had a flair for violent drawings and she could almost feel the emotions in his crude and troubling artwork.

Harry admired the watch he has recently acquired as it glittered against the sun, feeling a great sense of accomplishment of having successfully completed his mission even with having such a narrow window of time. Sadly, it wasn't a Rolex like originally he thought, but some cheap watch with a weird name.

The door to the old man's study opened and the Master Alchemist walked in, a newspaper tucked under his arm and a coffee held in his other arm.

"Morning Harry." Nicholas Flamel yawned. He wasn't surprised anymore to see Harry in his private study, Nicholas and his wife were now used for their young 'grandson' to appear at random times during the day.

"Another successful heist?" Nicholas did not even bother to glance at the new watch, he had a growing collection of his own and settled in his comfortable, high back chair.

"Yeah." The young thief replied. "But I thought it was a Rolex, but it was just a cheap imitation. It has a weird name written on it."

"What is it?" Nicholas asked absently as he started reading the Daily Prophet.

Harry looked closer at the face of the watch and carelessly dropped it in front of the old man. "Patek Philippe. You can have it if you want."

Nicholas immediately dropped the paper and looked closer at watch in his desk. It had a silver coating, with a delicate design on its face. His expert eye could see that the hands were made from platinum, or something similar.

"Harry, you do know that this watch is more expensive than three Rolexes combined?"

"Really?" Harry raised a skeptical eyebrow and picked up the watch again and turning it in his hand and looking at it from different angles. It was even heavier than most watches in his collection. "It doesn't look like it. It's too plain for me, and I prefer Rolexes, they're the second best watches in the world."

"And what's the best?" Nicholas asked, a small smile on his face.

"Omega of course." Harry said immediately, throwing the older man a condescending look for not being as street smart as him. "They're what double O agents use."

The young thief left his 'study' oddly confused, leaving a laughing alchemist in his wake.

Gryffindor common room, December 28

The young cat spent several annoying minutes in front of the painting of the fat lady who tried to gain his attention by making irritating high pitch noises. He hadn't been inside the Gryffindor's common room and he didn't know the password either, and settled in front of the portrait to wait for Fred or George or some other Gryffindor that stayed during the break.

Harry had consulted the map, but he couldn't find the twins and guessed that they must be busy with their purchases in Hogsmeade.

"Come here you cuddly thing! Come to mommy!"

Kit eyed the fat lady with a glance, seriously tempted to scratch her to shreds. He wondered why he even considered giving the painting to Nicholas as a gift last Christmas, that thing was nuisance.

And when the young cat thought it couldn't get any worse, a painting of a woman in purple robes stepped inside the Fat lady's painting and joined her in trying to get Kit's attention.

"Oh isn't he an adorable little thing!"

"I told you Violet. I wonder who owns it?" The Fat lady mused. Both paintings of the women crouched down and tried to get Kit to face them.

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