My thanks to Crocogirly for giving permission to use the basic plot of Harry going to Japan, only the rest of the story is mine.

I don't own Harry Potter.

Enjoy.

The Burglar of Tokyo.

The Start.

If someone had told Harry one day he would be moving to Tokyo with the Dursleys, he would have called them liars, or at the most insane since the Dursleys were touchier about foreigners and people not like them like people with different coloured skin than they were about other countries.

But the sudden move to Tokyo, Japan had taken Harry by surprise. He wasn't the only one since Dudley had thrown a massive temper tantrum that he was going to lose all of his friends, and he hadn't been mollified in the slightest when Petunia and Vernon had told him they would visit their friends from time to time.

Harry, on the other hand, knew there was more to this move than a business decision on his uncles part. He had overheard from the adult Dursleys during the night the move was the perfect way to shake "them" off. Harry had no idea who he was speaking of, but he knew from experience there was no point asking who they were talking about; it wouldn't end well for him since they hated him asking him questions about anything, be it about everyday topics, or even about his own past.

The last time he had mustered the courage up to ask them a question…

Harry was lucky he had managed to weather the worst of the beating so then they didn't kill him, but it had been a close call since his injuries were severe. Harry had gone out of his way to try to avoid riling them up, but it didn't always work. The Dursleys always loved lashing out at him for whatever stupid reason that came into their heads.

As he travelled home on his way back from school, all by himself although he wasn't truly worried since he was fast enough to run away in case someone tried to catch him. Unlike Dudley, he had paid attention to the lectures at their old school about strangers, so he wouldn't wander towards someone if they offered sweets.

Walking home on his own, Harry took the time to think about the day he'd had. The new school was certainly better than the school he was now attending and had been for the last seven months. The Japanese teachers were stricter on Dudley, and unlike the previous school where Vernon Dursley was able to bring down his full weight on, which meant if anything happened then he, Harry, would be the one to be blamed, it was not tolerated here.

In Little Whinging, Vernon Dursley had been a respectable and admired figure. Here in Tokyo, it was the opposite, and it had been a blow to Vernon's pomposity.

Dudley had managed to build a new gang to replace the one he'd had in Little Whinging, and they had gone around doing what they normally did n bullied other kids. The school had not liked that, showing that unlike in Little Whinging, they would not tolerate any kind of bullying whatsoever.

The Dursleys had been brought in a dozen times already this month alone. They had constantly blamed him, fulling into their usual pattern of saying it was his fault some kids were slapped around. Unfortunately, the teachers had not been impressed by their attempts to pass off the blame, and they had been gathering proof, showing CCTV footage of what Dudley was doing. If that wasn't enough proof these people were nothing like those idiots in Little Whinging, Harry had no idea what was. The teachers at Little Whinging always bent over backwards for the Dursleys, but not here.

The Dursleys could not deny that, but that didn't mean they couldn't, for reasons passing understanding, pin the blame onto Harry himself. More than once he had returned to school with bruises on his back.

The teachers hadn't caught on and to be fairly honest he wasn't waiting for them too. No-one had ever bothered to help him in the past, and he doubted that anything would change even in another country.

as he approached the house, Harry wondered why he was even bothering staying with the Dursleys at all. He hated them and the feeling was mutual.

Harry had come up with a plan to escape Number 4 a long time ago, the only problem was choosing the right moment and then preparing for the escape itself. The move to Japan had changed all of that, and so he had needed to be patient and wait until he had learnt enough of the language and the local customs. But here, on the other side of the world, in a foreign country the chances of him escaping, especially in a busy city, were actually quite good. If he could gather enough money then he might be able to find a way of either escaping or making a new life here.

He had nothing in Britain. The only people he had known were the teachers in Primary school who had swallowed the Dursleys lies about him, or they had tried to help him and they had forgotten for some reason and said the whole thing was some big misunderstanding before calling him a liar. The neighbours were just as bad, although sometimes he had gotten the feeling they had only been humouring his aunt.

Was Japan any better?

Unlike Dudley and the adult Dursleys, although Vernon was getting there because he needed to learn the language to conduct whatever business he was doing in Japan even if he personally hated having to speak in a foreign language because of his racist bigotry which matched the hatred the man had for his nephew, Harry was thriving and excelling in learning the Japanese language and customs.

Aunt Petunia hated it here. He could clearly see that she wished she could gossip and spy on her neighbours, but living in Japan for her was a chore; Harry didn't understand why, but after a week he decided it was best not to care. He only hoped she made a mistake and uttered one of her bigoted comments in front of someone who wouldn't take it, and actually teach her the lesson she dearly needed to learn.

He could see it happening. Aunt Petunia had never hidden her dislike, or disgust, whatever you wanted to call it, for Japan and its people. Even worse she had encouraged Dudley to be just as nasty; Harry had to ask himself more than once why the gang even stuck with him, especially since he was their boss, and yet he could barely utter a coherent sentence in their language, but he guessed Dudley had chosen them for their lack of brains and more for a lions share of muscle rather than their intellectual capacity, or lack thereof.

Dudley had become the worst student in the school. He was already naturally stupid, but thanks to his equally stupid mother telling him over and over again he didn't even need to learn or even understand Japanese. The school were close to excluding him, although Harry hoped they didn't since it was fun seeing his pig of a cousin brought down a few pegs.

She had often insulted several Japanese people to their faces by cursing them in English, but Harry honestly wondered how soon it would be before they met someone who could speak English. He hoped it happened fast, he would love to see Aunt Petunia knocked off of the pedestal she had placed herself.

Harry shook himself out of his thoughts before a new one came into his head. Not long to go now.

Ever since he had arrived in Tokyo, Harry been accumulating money to get him ready for his plan. He had it all worked out; if he could escape then he could have enough cash to live off for some time. In a city as large and well built as Tokyo, it would be easy to find hiding places where he could just blend in.

The only problem with that was he wasn't a Japanese boy, and if he was caught out then the police would have little trouble identifying who he was. What would happen then, he didn't know; it was possible he could tell the police about what the Dursleys were really like, and maybe even show them the things they had heaped onto his body, and get his health checked out at the same time to show the trace of malnourishment he had endured over the years.

In the end, Harry decided to continue what he was doing; in any case, the way things were going, the talks between Petunia and Vernon with Petunia dying to return to Britain and Vernon saying they only needed a bit more time showed this move was not going to be permanent. Harry just didn't know if he should take his chances in Asia, and perhaps find a way to leave for different pastures.

Finally, his long journey came to an end and he found himself back at the new house that the Dursleys had bought. Aunt Petunia referred to it as a "traditional Japanese style" but she had said it with such disgust Harry was amazed it hadn't formed a puddle on the floor. When he first arrived the house had been lovely but like everything else contaminated by the Dursleys, it had begun to be another house of horror. Seriously, everything the Dursleys touched seemed to become diseased. This house may look nice, but it was a pity the people within it were not. The Dursleys were still abusive towards him for reasons he still couldn't work out and in this house he was lucky to go through each day without physical abuse piling on top of the physical variety.

"It's about time you got here, Boy!" Aunt Petunia snapped, giving him the pinched glare she had reserved exclusively for him.

"I'm sorry Aunt Petunia-." Harry tried to apologise while at the same time he seethed at the need to even call the woman that title, but his aunt, who had been in a volatile mood for a long time since they'd arrived, lashed out back at him.

"I don't care about your apologies; Get to the kitchen and start dinner. It won't cook itself, and God help you if Vernon gets here and finds you haven't done it," Petunia interrupted.

Harry seethed angrily and he dumped his stuff in the room he'd been given - it was one of the only good things about the house, really, getting his own room; he didn't care if Dudley had taken the biggest, but he found his cousin pathetic for gloating. As far as Harry was concerned, he had his own room, did he really need to care if it was bigger?

Harry didn't have time to check if Dudley had messed the room up again, for whatever stupid reason the fat pig thought it was hilarious. But while he kept his possessions somewhere else, somewhere Dudley wouldn't even be able to look, he still needed precautions.

"BOY!" Petunia yelled.

Harry closed his eyes, wishing something nasty happened to the Dursleys.