Disclaimer: Yes…Harry Potter and co are mine…bwhahahahahaha! *Gets hit on the head by JKR*! OK…. fine…Harry Potter and co actually do belong to JK Rowling and associates and don't belong to me in any way whatsoever. *Is all upset now *

A/N: Ok…sorry for that outburst of idiocy. Won't ever happen again! So, here I am…back with a new fiction for any one who actually likes my work. It's a nice AU Harry Potter fiction. If you don't know what that is here's the explanation. It's Alternative Universe, so I'm just kinda grabbing a handful of the HP characters and dumping them in the crazy realms of my imagination.

I'm writing this in a fantasy style way. I've read many HP fanfictions which are based on fairytales like Cinderella. I think that's the most commonly used one, so I decided to write a story with HP characters to one of my own favourite childhood stories. So I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: This is an H/H fic, don't like the pairing? Don't read then!

This story is dedicated to old and new reviewers! And to Phoebe, I promised to write this and now I'm at it! I hope you like it Pheebs!

Rob the Rich to Feed the Poor.

By Mithua.

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Chapter 1: Harry Potter, Prince of Thieves.

The lone rider ran as fast as he could, clutching the sack over his shoulder, and panting as he had been running for quite some time. He had nearly been caught! He wouldn't be that careless ever again! He had nearly awoken those big cronies at the entrance but luckily, his wand came in handy. He silently thanked the day he found out he was wizard and kept running. He was now well out of the sight of the manor. He stopped for breath at the edge of the forest and grinned widely at the sack and opened it. Inside it was one of his most prized possessions. An extremely rare invisibility cloak, which had been a family heirloom for years. What had it been doing there? Due to the death of his parents when he was born, he was taken into the care of those people, who had later sold their manor, to none other than him, his rival for so many years. He had to get it all back, but due to greed, the present owner of the manor had claimed everything in the house for himself. But he had got it back, that's all that mattered. Harry Potter closed his sack and pulled out the holly twig that was his wand.

"Accio Firebolt!" He had whispered in a hushed voice. He looked out at the sky and saw as his trusted broomstick zoomed towards him. His expression went from relief from not having to run, to puzzlement. There was someone on his broom. The 'rider' immediately fell off and hit the ground. Harry recognised that red hair and his puzzled face went to one of amusement.

"Well, nice of you to drop in Little Ron! Never knew you were coming!" Harry said laughing at the ruffled redhead that started to dust himself off. Ron grinned lopsidedly and looked up at Harry. He stood up and was definitely taller than Harry. It had always been a little joke between them, to call Ron 'little'.

"It wasn't my bloody fault that you decided to summon your broomstick just as I was guarding it and making sure Fred and George don't get it!" Ron said jokingly.

"Yeah, right!" Harry said sarcastically. Ron just rolled his eyes and decided to leave it there.

"So, get anything good tonight?" Ron asked eagerly and rubbed his hands together.

"Just you wait!" Harry said grinning from ear to ear. Harry made Ron hold the sack – which was magically lighter than it should've been – and they both flew back to the little village known as Godric's Hollow. 'Little' Ron told Harry about what had been happening at the village as Fred and George had been putting on a little 'show' and had wanted to borrow Harry's broomstick in the process. Harry laughed as Ron told him of how they had deliberately made Draco Malfoy, owner of Malfoy Manor look like a fool. Mainly by using puppets and doing strange voices and always making people laugh. It had always been quite a story between Harry and Draco.

They had been rivals when in school, learning magic, and were still rivals as they grew up. The Dursley's had sold the Manor to Malfoy, as they knew him to Harry's rival. Harry's belongings had all been stored there and now that Malfoy owned the manor, Harry's possessions had now become Malfoy's. Harry always raided the manor and managed to one by one gather his things, and taking some of Malfoy's belongings in the process. Harry had a reason to take some of Malfoy's belongings -by belongings; he meant money – not for his use, but for the use of the villagers of Godric's Hollow. Dumbledore, the Minister of Magic had gone off to help with the discussions abroad about Voldemort, the dark lord and had not returned in a long time. The Dark Wars were raging on, away from the tiny settlement in Scotland. Malfoy had become the Vice-Minister of Magic and had been continuously increasing tax payments on the poorer of the wizarding community. He had always said it had been to help the ministry worker's with the muggles and repair damaged areas, but it was common knowledge to everyone that he used it for his own personal use. Harry, knowing so much about the inequality, robbed Malfoy of his money from his nightly raids and returned it to its rightful owner.

Harry and Ron reached the village late at night, when all was quiet. Deciding it was all too late to deliver the money, he would do it in disguise in the morning. He was a wanted criminal now, not the perfect lifestyle for Harry Potter 'the boy who lived' but it was a life. 'Nobody's perfect' he always told himself. Harry dropped Ron off at the house in which all the Weasley's stayed in and then headed off to the cave in which he lived in, with his companion and godfather, Sirius Black, also a wanted criminal for a crime he hadn't committed.

"Sirius?" Harry called absently into the cave. A cheerful black dog which ran up to him and knocked him over licking his face greeted him.

"Ok, then Padfoot, stop it! It tickles!" Harry said through laughter. The dog backed off and morphed into the form of a man, grinning widely.

"Hiya Harry! Need help?" he said and offered his hand for Harry to get up. Harry smiled and took the hand. He felt a buzz go through him as if he had had a tiny electric shock. Sirius boomed in laughter as he saw the small electrocution take place. He loved that muggle prank! It was pretty decent! Harry's unruly hair was now all spiked up and static. Harry groaned.

"Very funny Sirius!" he mumbled but couldn't help but hide his smiled. His godfather hadn't lost his liking for pranks, and Harry tried to avoid him if he had seen him around Fred and George anywhere.

"Why thank you. I thought it was hilarious!" Sirius grinned and patted his godson on the back without the little buzzer strapped on his hand. They walked through the cave, and into an apartment like living room. That had doors leading to bedrooms, bathrooms and a kitchen. It wasn't luxurious, but it was something.

He sat down on the comfy, cushioned claret couch. The room was decorated in reds and browns, like the Gryffindor Common room really. He rested as Sirius headed towards the kitchen to make him something to eat. As he entered with a tray, he saw his godson asleep.

"I guess I'll re-heat this later," he muttered and put it back in the kitchen. He floated Harry to his room and left him to sleep after the raid.

The next morning Harry woke up and ate his late dinner that had been left for him and some juice. Sirius was currently in the shower and singing…no…yodelling in a rather loud voice. Harry shook his head with a knowing smile. Trust Sirius to do something out of the ordinary. He had already showered and changed into some old ripped brown robes and drank an ageing potion to make himself look anything but like Harry Potter. He saw his unruly black hair turn grey and then white, and a beard started to grown from his face. It grew as long as his belt and he felt how his skin started to wrinkle. Harry Potter looked like an old man, now. Harry gathered the different pouches of money and waited for Sirius. He was supposed to be a blind man, and Sirius was his guide dog, it gave them both a chance to get out.

"Sirius, hurry up! We need to go before the sheriff's rounds!" the old voice of Harry Potter croaked.

"How the hell Snape became a sheriff is beyond me, but don't worry, ol' Padfoot has taken quite a liking to biting the git!" Sirius said sarcastically. Harry chuckled and waited a few more minutes. After a five minutes, an old man, and his trustworthy guide dog emerged from the cave and headed for for Godric's Hollow. The Square was as busy as ever; it was like a miniature Diagon Alley. Stalls selling books, robes, potion ingredients, household things and such were spotted everywhere. Harry headed for one of the stall, where a friend of his in school, Neville, sold household things such as Floo Powder etc. Neville saw him and a relieved smile emerged on his face.

"All right Master Longbottom! Could you spare a few Knut's for the poor?" Harry said with a twinkle in his green eyes, he winked at Neville and he played along.

"Why yes sir!" Neville said and winked back. Harry smiled and walked up closer to Neville, he slyly handed a pouch of money to Neville.

"Thanks Harry, hope it wasn't too much trouble." Neville whispered.

"No trouble at all Neville." Harry reassured, "Well thank you Master Longbottom! May god bless you!" Harry said, turning his poor man act on him and shook his hand. Neville smiled knowingly.

Padfoot leaded them to the kirk, a small place for the Sunday services. Run none other by Friar Hagrid. Harry opened the door to the small kirk and saw the floating candles line the wall. He headed for the confession box and Padfoot waited outside sitting obediently for once.

"What brings you here my child?" came the voice of Friar Hagrid.

"My blessings bring me here, as I wish to give you a pouch of gold to raise funds for this kirk." Harry said as solemnly as possible.

"'Arry?" The friar slid the patch wider, to reveal an old man, that didn't look like 'the boy who lived' but the twinkling green eyes gave him away.

"Friar Hagrid came out of the confession box and Harry followed in suit.

"'Arry! You scamp!" Friar Hagrid grinned.

"Well, friar, here are my funds to the kirk, and I hope it becomes of use to you," Harry said handing Hagrid the pouch.

Hagrid held the pouch of gold and hugged the old Harry tightly. Harry gasped at the tight grasp.

"Er…friar, I'm an old man, and my bones are weak," Harry said through the embrace.

"Oops! I'm sorry! Would you like to stay for some tea 'Arry, an' Pa'foot o' course!" he said as the dog barked happily.

"I'm sorry friar, I have many more to do, however, Padfoot can stay if he likes, I'll come to collect him later," Harry said in his old voice.

"Alright then. How about it Padfoot? You and me…having a drink or two?" Friar Hagrid asked the dog, it nodded his head agreeing.

"If you go to the pub, you wouldn't mind giving this to Tom and Madam Rosmerta?" Harry asked, holding out the two pouches.

"O' course I'll do it! I owe yer a lot!" Friar Hagrid said jovially and walked them out. Harry thanked him and they headed their separate ways.

Next, the old Harry headed towards the Weasley house. Where generations of Weasley's stayed in. He knocked on the door and heard the sound of excited Weasley children rushing towards the door. He chuckled as he heard them saying 'I'll get it!' and 'I can't reach the knob!' from the other side of the door. The door finally opened, and there stood, Mrs Penelope Weasley, Percy's wife. She smiled shooed away the children and smiled as she recognised who was at the door.

"Come on in," she moved and he entered.

"Hello Penelope, how've you been?" Harry asked.

"Hi Harry, I've been just fine. These children of mine take up most of the time, but I couldn't live without them! Percy's in the office right now, he'd have a fit of he found out the mess here from the party!" she informed.

"Party?" Harry asked and walked with her to the living room.

"Oh! It's our Paul's birthday! He's turned 5 today! He has his friends, and unfortunately uncles here to celebrate with him." She said with a cheery smile. Harry nodded smiling back and headed inside the living room. He could hear the different voices of both children and uncles singing 'Happy Birthday' and making the small Weasley blush as red as his hair. He entered as he blew off the candles on his cake. They all cheered and Harry cheered especially loud, making everyone turn to him.

"Harry! You're here!" Ron said walking over to his best friend.

"Yep, and I've come for a present for Paul here," he said smiling at the youngest Weasley who's eyes brightened, " but first," Harry said and removed six pouches of gold. He handed one to Ron, one to Ginny, one to Fred and one to George, one to Penelope. He had one remaining and walked over to the eldest Weasley in the house, who had become like a mother to him. Mrs Weasley had white and red hair, tied in a bun and sat leaning on her walking stick. She smiled at him.

"And one for you Mrs Weasley," he said and placed the pouch on her hand.

"Harry, you really are a dear, even giving money to old me," she said.

"It's money returning to its rightful owner," he said smiling at her. She hugged the aged Harry.

"Thank you, Harry!" she said, tears coming to her eye. Harry smiled.

"Right, now for Paul!" he turned to the boy.

The small Weasley looked up at Harry with big eyes. Harry saw pure innocence in those eyes, and knew that children always had that in their eyes, except for maybe Fred and George, when they were children. He brought out his wand and started to wave it around a small object forming around the tip of his wand. It shot out gold and red sparks and it slowly came to shape. It slowly started to stop glowing and Harry now held a catapault in one hand and a bag of over 500 dungbombs in the other. He bent down to Paul's level.

"Use these on Uncle Fred and Uncle George, but don't let them off in the house!" he whispered.

"Ok, Thank you Uncle Harry!" the boy replied coyly. Harry ruffled his hair.

"COOL!" Fred and George said as soon as they saw the gift.

The children immediately went out to play with the new toy. Running around and making the square stink a lot. The Weasley's thanked the Harry for the pouches of gold and for giving Paul such a present. Ron headed outside with him, to collect Padfoot from the pub.

"YOU LITTLE RUNT!" a voice bellowed from the near them in the square. There stood Sheriff Snape, looking as if a garbage can had been thrown over him. The old looking Harry and Ron saw Paul holding in his laughter. He had set off a dungbomb at him.

"I'LL TEACH YOU FOR YOUR CHEEK!" he yelled and was about to strike at the boy. Ron ran and grabbed his wrist.

"Sheriff, there's no need for violence!" he said calmly at the old, greasy haired man. Snape sneered at him.

"Well, Weasley. If you'd kept your troublesome nephew out of my way, I wouldn't lunge in violence, that also reminds me, you still need to pay your taxes, you're a week overdue!" he smirked. Ron held out three gold coins and gave them to him.

"There you go, this is for last week, and this week, from all my family! Now beat it!" Ron snapped at him. Snape muttered something under his breath and walked away. Harry now had a few bulges in his pocket. He was smiling through his beard. While Ron had been dealing with Snape, he had taken the opportunity, to pickpocket him. He had managed to get some Sickles, and replaced them with Ton Tongue Toffees, and had managed to steal a copy of the Daily Prophet. Ron grinned at his friend's twinkling eyes. They headed towards the pub and dragged a slightly tipsy Padfoot out. They headed back to the cave, as Harry's appearances were becoming younger and younger. Sirius went straight to bed to sleep off the booze, as Harry had ordered. After that he and Ron collapsed on the couch, relaxing. The now young Harry, with his trademark scar and unruly black hair opened the paper and stared at the headline in wide eyes, and burst out laughing.

"What?" Ron asked puzzled.

Harry couldn't speak through the laughter and just handed him the paper. Ron's jaw dropped and he too burst out laughing. They spent a good few minutes laughing at the headline.

' Malfoy Wedding Confirmed!'