Summary: Lara Potter is the girl who lived, but everyone believes it to be her twin brother, Harry, but after a party which she crashed and talk of her being sent away by her parents, she decides to run away and make it on her own. When the truth comes out, the magical world learn they've made a fatal mistake.

Disclaimer - I don't own Harry Potter or the Saint by Leslie Charteris.

Lady Saint.

The runaway.

Lara Potter was a beautiful young witch, she had long raven black hair and bright green eyes and a lush figure for a girl her age.

At the moment, she wasn't vibrant. She was depressed. It was the night of her 7th birthday, but no one was celebrating it. The only birthday the magical world could and would celebrate was her brother's birthday. Her brother, the famous boy who lived. Her parents Lily and James didn't care about her and never would, she had been neglected by her parents for a long time and was forever used to it.

Even Sirius and Remus, her so called uncles, didn't care about her, preferring to spend time with Harry even when he was a useless lump.

Lara's eyes filled with tears as she remembered the party. She'd only come in for some cake and food but her mother had dragged her out and slapped her face. Now she could hear voices from downstairs.

Lara took a deep breath that rasped in her chest. She packed her stuff, knowing in a few moments she would be kicked out of the manor and sent to strangers.

She packed her beloved books in a holdall and looked at the spine of one of them. Enter the Saint, by Leslie Charteris, the exploits of her favourite action figure.

Simon Templar, the Saint, a robin hood of the 20th century, a buccaneer and highwayman all rolled into one man. She'd read the books and loved them all.

She also packed the magical books into the holdall, clicking her fingers in order to shrink them and put them into a nice trunk. The books on potions, charms and transfiguration along with defence and dark arts books. But there were others, including books on techno magic. The potter library had self updating charms on it, allowing new books to arrive and be stored according to their genre.

Lara looked around the room for the final time and picking up her techno magic portkey, vanished from Potter manor.

Downstairs.

" I don't care, Dumbledore, the girl is going and that is that!"

James potter screamed into the face of his mentor, uncaring of the spittle flying from his mouth.

" Very well," the old wizard replied, giving a fake sigh of concern, like the others he didn't care about the girl at all.

" Where do we put her ?" Remus asked.

" With my sister. She'll make sure the little runt doesn't go to Hogwarts." Lily potter spoke up, holding her son closer to her chest.

What the group didn't know was that in 7 years time, they would regret this.

6 years time.

The art gallery was silent in the night as the security systems and the guard patrolled the place. It was pathetically easy for the shadowy figure to sneak in, almost invisible. From time to time, she hid when necessary. She approached a painting.

The Mona Lisa.

Reaching into her utility belt, she pulled out a long black stick and a small disc. She clamped the disc onto the plate glass barrier and pressed the control. The glass vanished, leaving the laser beams, try and break them normally and every alarm in Paris would go off.

Lady Saint applied the wand, even though it wasn't a wand, and pressed the control. Orange light swirled around the lasers, shifting them away and giving her access.

She took the portrait down and shrunk it and putting it away in a holdall. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a square piece of card, on the card was a black stickwoman with a halo.

The calling card of Lady Saint.

The newspapers of the world went mad. Headlines read " LADY SAINT STRIKES AGAIN !"

" PORTRAIT STOLEN - LADY SAINT DOES IT AGAIN!" and others.

None of this concerned the object of the discussion. Lady Saint was waiting in a small bungalow in Yorkshire, waiting for one of the clients. Nearby on a chair, was a Mona Lisa. Not the genuine article, but a clever little copy. She'd used her magic to make as many copies as she could in a short space of time. Lady Saint wasn't stupid, she'd rather perform an auction and give out copies then give the real thing back, pocketing the money.

Lady Saint had spent a year putting this plan into operation and now she'd succeeded, gathering contacts and arranging for this local for the drop off and arranging appointments for the millionaires to arrive.

There was a knock on the door.

Lady Saint, pulling on the last hint of her disguise, went to answer the door.

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