I don't own Harry Potter. I just own this story, the drill should be familiar to you by now.

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The Burglar of Tokyo.

On the Streets.

While he waited in the darkened corner of the neighbourhood, Harry wondered what it generally said about the entire planet that people had to live in the mind-numbing pit of hell and boredom which was known as suburbia. But as he waited in the corner, he had to be thankful his long years of living in Little Whinging. While the neighbourhood there had been dismal, the people were so boring with nothing better to do with their time, Harry had to be thankful those years had taught him how to move around suburbia without anyone knowing he was there.

In any case, at this time of night, it would be too dark for any of the residents to notice he was there even with their unwelcome habits of spying out of their curtains and blinds at all hours of the day and night. He had known as he had walked down the streets, avoiding the lampposts as best as he could, but he hadn't been noticed, thanks to the talent he had discovered a few years ago which made his stealing from others easier to carry out. Without that power, Harry knew he would be dead in the water since the neighbours would notice him if they looked out of their windows and spotted him walking around at this time at night, although in the morning they'd jump to the right conclusions.

They would call the police in the morning, he knew that, but they wouldn't be able to tell the cops anything about his appearance, so the police would be left with a dead-end to their inquiries.

He had climbed a fence and he had leapt into a garden, and he had hurried into a dark corner so he could wait until the lights in the backroom went out and the couple in this house went to sleep, and then he could carry out the next stage of his plan to burgle the house.

Harry had waited patiently in the back garden for near two hours, and yet the lights refused to go out. Harry rolled his eyes, guessing these people were the type to fall asleep after a certain amount of time, without being in their beds. He had been scouting this neighbourhood for some time, and he had chosen a number of houses tonight to burgle, but he had no desire to be held up any more than he wanted to.

With a casual wave of his hand Harry forced them to fall asleep before another flick allowed him entry into the house. Harry cautiously peeked in through the open door, blinking at the sudden bright light of the TV which was playing a god-awful Japanese show he had never really found the time to watch, and he smiled in satisfaction when he saw the family, who were all asleep.

There were three of them - father, mother, and daughter, the girl looked as if she were a few years younger than Harry was, but he wasn't bothered by her age. If there was one thing he had discovered since he had become a full-time burglar in Tokyo, it was to not ever let the age of kids younger than him get to him.

As he snuck upstairs and went to the bedrooms, Harry took the time to think.

He had made his mind up, he was going to find a way out of Tokyo at some point within the next few months. Harry was now almost entirely desperate to escape Japan.

He was tired of speaking in a different language even if he was now almost entirely fluent in the Japanese, but some of the symbols were a strain on the eyes. But what he was tired of the most was he had next to no anonymity in Japan than he did in Britain. In fact, he had been the victim of some cruel insults. Granted, while most of the people he had encountered so far were indifferent to him and his origins, he had also met a few people who despised him for something so...so primitive as his skin tone.

What did it matter?

Unfortunately, he had to accept it, especially since there were a few people who didn't like him being in their country simply because he was not one of them.

Racism was something Harry had seen a few times before at Little Whinging Primary. He had seen Dudley go after a few people once or twice, who were either Asian or black, but when he had tried it here he had been swiftly punished. Harry hadn't expected to endure it here in Tokyo. The good thing was it wasn't widespread and whenever he went somewhere, like a warehouse where other runaways lived, some of them tolerated his presence more than downright hated him. Insults didn't hurt him, and it was mostly down to Dudley thanks to his lack of restraint which had been taught by his parents, but he had never expected to encounter it so frequently from a few Japanese people but the good thing was he hadn't experienced it everywhere he went in Tokyo now the Dursleys were gone, but he had met a few kids in the school who'd teased him and Dudley, although he hadn't been bothered.

He had been bullied by Dudley and his gang; what they did was nothing to the Japanese. But he didn't want to be here for the rest of his life, especially since his features were more distinctive. He had discovered this problem fairly quickly when he had almost been caught by two policemen in the Tokyo Subway after he'd picked a few people's pockets. He had been forced to drop the cash so he could escape, but it had been months before he had gone back.

They had seen he was clearly not Japanese, and after a few more incidents he had learnt his lesson to burgle only at night, which hampered him and his plans.

Was it any wonder he wanted to escape? The only problem was he was uncertain of how he was going to do it. Harry had been in Japan for eight months now, but he had gotten over the old fear he'd had of what the Japanese authorities would do if they found out what the Dursleys had done although he was worried about what they could do.

In an ideal world, the Japanese would alert the British authorities and he would return to home country, and they could find a replacement home for him rather than alert the Dursleys he was coming back.

He had found out where the British embassy was, so it was possible for him to do this without the Japanese being completely involved - he hoped - he didn't really understand how it all worked, the diplomatic thing, but he knew where it was. He only hoped he didn't cause an international diplomatic incident or something, although truthfully he could lie.

However, that wasn't his only option for escaping.

He had found an airport, and he had found several contacts in the city, forgers who could get him on board a plane to London where he could hopefully form a new life, far from the abuse he had received from the Dursleys.

He had also found the harbour, and after a bit of work he had discovered there were ships heading in and out daily out of the harbour, bound for Australia. Harry was leaning more on the third option more than anything else,

He had been in Japan for eight months, and while he had learnt a great deal about survival, he was sick and tired of being nothing more than an outsider here. He could see it in some of the faces of the other kids who lived the kind of life he did, and while some of them were kinder about it, it was obvious some of them were uncomfortable about his presence even if he had made a few friends here and there.

But he was unsure whether he could trust them.

Harry sighed and he got to work. He was in and out of the house within ten minutes.

Please do not hate me for saying Japanese are racist. I don't believe that, but I believe there are people everywhere who are racist, and this is just another conflict for Harry to overcome.