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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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chapter: 36

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"What is it?" Dan asked nervously as he sat down on the chair in front of the desk. "You know I've stopped seeing... her."

"What are these?" Emma asked as she threw a dozen pictures onto the desk. Dan swallowed nervously when he spotted the pictures he had taken in Paris and her more attractive citizens. He thought he had lost it when that thief attempted to steal his camera and he actually regretted them losing it. They were great stolen shots after all.

"They're just pictures Em..." Dan said weakly.

"Just Pictures? Just Pictures?" Emma Granger's voice grew louder.

"In this picture..." Emma jabbed a finger of a brunette with a particularly short skirt and gorgeous legs walk past, while Emma and Hermione were just outside of frame, though their trademark brown hair could still be seen at the edge of the shot.

"...You were supposed to take a picture of me and your daughter while we stood at the base of the Eiffel Tower." Emma continued. "Do you have any conscience at all Dan?"

"I'm sorry Emma." Dan Granger replied. "I have no excuse."

"You better not put another toe out of line Dan." Emma warned her husband. "I'll be keeping my eye on you."

"Neville! You have a visitor!" Augusta called out. After a few minutes of waiting the Longbottom Matriarch grew impatient.

"You know boys, they like to play around." Pomona Sprout said. "I don't mind waiting Augusta."

"My grandson is the future Lord Longbottom, he should start learning about manners and punctuality at an early age." Augusta replied. "Please wait for a moment Professor."

"Call me Pomona, Lady Longbottom." Pomona smiled. She leaned back and admired the greenhouses that surrounded the Longbottom Manor and relished the smell of the lush vegetation.

Bam!

"Neville! What are you doing in the dark?" Augusta Longbottom asked as she suddenly burst into her grandson's room.

The young Longbottom heir gasped and dived flat on the floor and winced when his crotch was crushed. Neville moaned and writhed in pain to the shock of his grandmother.

"Neville!" Augusta shrieked when she saw her grandson on the ground. "Pomona! Something's happened!"

"What is it?" Pomona entered the room seconds later to find Neville lying on the floor on his tummy while Augusta knelt beside her grandson.

"He looks like he's in pain!" Augusta said.

"I'm... I'm fine grandma." Neville said weakly as he tried to sit up.

"You certainly are not!" Augusta snapped. "Look at yourself!"

"What happened?" Pomona asked as she sat beside Lady Longbottom

"You just surprised me that's all." Neville said weakly. "I was... sleeping and fell off the bed."

"Oh Neville... you need to act more like your father. He didn't jump around like a frightened cat whenever I burst into his room." Augusta said as Pomona helped her grandson to stand up.

"Professor Sprout!" Neville exclaimed, just realizing that his very, very favorite professor was inside his room. The Longbottom her immediately flushed red with embarrassment as the object of his desires was actually here in his room. She smelled wonderful, of earth and flowers, just the way Neville liked.

"Pomona decided to visit dear." Augusta said as she slowly stood up. "Now why don't you freshen up and head come downstairs when you're ready."

Neville adjusted the waistband of his pajamas and nodded and immediately headed inside his bathroom.

"What a charming boy." Pomona said. "He's very delightful to teach."

"Really? My Neville?" Augusta asked surprised.

"Oh yes... he always volunteers to stay behind and help me clean up." Pomona said. "He will be quite the Herbologist in the future."

A few minutes of polite discussion about how Neville was faring in Hogwarts, The young Longbottom Lord entered the sitting room, his face flushed red like he had just completed a vigorous exercise.

"You're finally here." Augusta said when she saw her grandson walked in. "Pomona has come here to see your... thing."

"My thing?" Neville gasped as hundreds of thoughts ran through his young mind, processing the meaning of his grandmother's words.

"Yes your thing." Augusta said. "Your rare plant whose name is hard to pronounce."

"Oh." Neville said. "Grandma, it's called Mimbelus Mimbletomia"

"Yes that... thing." Augusta said. "Pomona dear, I'll leave you in Neville's care..."

The Longbottom heir's face grinned as he dreamt of the possible meaning of those words.

"...since I have an appointment with the old crowd." Augusta continued. "I'm sorry that I had to leave abruptly."

"That's all right Augusta..." Pomona Sprout assured her host. "After all, I came... unannounced."

"Thank you for understanding Pomona." Augusta said. "Neville, take good care of your Professor."

"I will!" Neville promised. He was sure he would plenty of material for his dreams tonight.

"I don't see you around these days." The older boy said. "Have you transferred to another school?"

"Yeah." Harry replied as he handed a set of comic books that were sealed in plastic packaging. "I have a new school, up north."

"It's sad to see you go." The older boy replied as he handed a rare action figure. "Take care of Snake Eyes now alright? That model's very rare."

"Of course." Harry said happily as he checked the limbs if they were loose. Satisfied that it was still in pristine condition, the younger boy carefully placed it in his bag. He was happy that his collection of Snake eyes was growing, and he couldn't wait to play with it. "I'll visit again when I have the chance."

Without another word, the two boys headed to separate directions, eager to read or play with their respective goods.

Harry walked along the familiar street that has been home for ten years, looking around if there was anything of interest. He finally stopped at number four Privet drive, and was surprised to see that the lawn and his Aunt Petunia's garden was growing wild with weeds.

The young boy was afraid to face his guardians, he was sure his Uncle Vernon would be very angry with by now. He noticed that Uncle Vernon's car was not parked outside and he quietly walked up to the house and peered inside through an unwashed window.

The usually pristine living room was a mess, and piles of trash littered the coffee table. Harry knew that it was time to leave Privet Drive for good and he faded inside the house to gather the last of his belongings.

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