Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the Ocean's trilogy.
A/N: Can anyone tell who my fav character from the Oceans movies is? Once again, this is a standalone fic. Not connected to my other oneshots of this variety. Read and Review please!
Warnings: HPxover, No pairings. AU post DH, AU post Ocean's 11.
Rusty stared at the man pacing in front of his desk in astonishment. "So let me get this straight. You tracked me down because of the Bellagio heist, but not because you work for Benedict."
"That's right."
"You came because you want your stick back," Rusty said incredulously.
The young, green eyed man gave him a condescending smirk. "That's right."
"Okay, Harry, I can call you Harry right?" Rusty said shaking his head. "First of all why would you keep a stick in a casino vault?"
Harry flopped down in the chair across from his. "Benedict owed me a favour. It was only a temporary measure, my country's own banks were no longer secure for me to use. Let's just say they tend to hold quite a grudge."
Rusty nodded. He'd heard of stranger things. "Alright, but what makes you think I was part of the crew that did that job? And if I was, why would I have kept a stick?"
Harry narrowed his green eyes at the man. "Let's cut to the chase Mr. Ryan," he said, no longer amused. "I don't want to have to involve Benedict in this. So for your sake you better hope to heaven and hell that you still have my stick. If you don't have it, I get on the first flight to Vegas to inform him of who he can go after for all the troubles you've caused."
Rusty held his hands up in surrender. "Whoa there buddy, calm down!" He said as he opened his desk drawer. "I've got your stick right here. If I give this to you, we're even, right? No need to involve Benedict?"
Harry eyed the elder wand warily. "We're even," he said as his fingers wrapped around the slim piece of wood and he stood to leave.
"Hey," Rusty called out just as he had reached the door. "Why'd you come so far just for a stick anyways?"
Harry hesitated before throwing him a grin over his shoulder. "Why'd you keep it?"
Rusty gave him a sly smile. "Seemed like an odd thing to keep in a vault. Guess I wanted to see what it was worth. So?"
"Sentimental value," Harry said finally as he walked out the door.
"Sentimental value huh?" Rusty let out a small laugh in his empty office. "I'd say it was a bit more than that kid."
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Harry walked out of the Hotel while calling Hermione on his cell as he had promised. "Mione?"
"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed. "Did you get it?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Of course I did."
"Don't you roll your eyes at me mister!" She hissed over the phone, knowing instinctively what he had been doing. "I don't see why you weren't more worried about this! What if one of your enemies had gotten a hold of it?"
"S'not like it would've done them any good," Harry said as he hailed a cab. "They couldn't have used it unless they had won it from me in some way."
"Well what if the muggles had done something to it?"
"What? Snapped it? Good riddance in my opinion."
"They didn't put up a fuss did they?"
Harry grinned in remembrance. "No surprisingly they were quite agreeable."
"What do you mean surprisingly? Did you expect trouble?"
"No but the guy's a blonde. I've never run into one that didn't cause trouble for me eventually."
"Oh? Maybe you two will meet again in the future," Hermione teased.
Harry rolled his eyes again. "Shut up Mione."