He With The Jewel Eyes // A Grey Harry Potter - Time Travel AU

Thievery

Harry sat up, groggily rubbing his eyes as he yawned. Today was an important day, and he needed to be ready for it, so he had awoken much earlier than usual.

A quick Tempus revealed the time to be 04:33, and Harry immediately got up, getting ready for the day.

Today was the day he would be stealing the Philosopher's Stone.

He got dressed by a flick of his wrist, and he was properly awoken with a soft Aguamenti to the face.

He walked downstairs, careful not to make any noise, and exited the common room, Invisibily Cloak draped on his body,heading straight to the forbidden corridor.

No, he had not allowed the Cloak to be given to Rose, even if his father had decided to.

The Cloak was his by birthright and because he was the Master of Death.

Also, no way he would allow his idiot sister to gain such a valuable artefact.

After singing a lullaby so Fluffy fell asleep, he went through the obstacles one by one, careful not to leave any traces of himself while also disturbing the course as little as possible.

He finally went through the Potions obstacle and reached the Mirror of Erised.

Harry felt a sense of nostalgia as he looked at the mirror, the words carved above making him chuckle softly.

It was such a simple puzzle, really.

Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi

I show not your face but your heart's desire.

Seriously, in his previous life, was Dumbledore so stupid to assume that he couldn't realise something so simple?

All he had to do was read it backwards!

As he stepped forward, the mirror fogged slightly, images forming within.

He saw himself, his mother and his two uncles, all smiling happily, while spiritual mists floated behind them.

Harry knew they represented his ancestors he had met during the Samhain ritual, and smiled softly.

All he had ever wanted was a family, and now he had one, albeit a bit cracked and broken.

The image morphed as he thought that, and his reflection winked at him, patting his pocket, a familiar weight appearing in his own as he did so.

He took out the stone, and pushed some magic into his eyes, activating his Mage Sight.

Mage Sight was a skill so rare only a few in history was known to have it. It was the ability to see magic, and many desired to also have the skill.

Harry had gained it after becoming the Master of Death, at age seventeen.

Since then, he had favoured the skill, but also hidden it, not wanting anyone to try to take advantage of him.

With his Mage Sight active, Harry could see the magic surrounding the Stone, and scoffed.

Was Dumbledore an idiot?

This was the real stone!

Harry had assumed that the stone was a fake and the real one was kept under a Fidelius somewhere, but it seemed that wasn't correct.

It seemed Dumbledore had too much faith in his defences, and the fact that nobody would dare to cross the obstacles but the 'Golden Trio' and himself.

Seriously, this was such a stupid mistake.

The charms in the mirror allowed only 'the person who doesn't want to use the stone' to take the stone.

Harry wanted the stone so that he could give it back to the Flamels.

The 600-year-old pair were quite beneficial allies to have, and Harry was sure that after they heard of the old goat's stupid mistake, they wouldn't trust him again, apprentice or not.

He started at the stone for a few seconds more before he stuffed it into his charmed pocket, which had a security charm that only opened with his blood, magic, and Parseltongue password together, along with a charm that made it a two-cubic-meter locket dimension, much like his trunk, although his trunk has several compartments with organized smaller compartments so that he could store his belongings tidily.

If Moody had said one thing right, it was constant vigilance.

And needless to say, after his previous life, Harry was very paranoid, possibly on par with the ex-Auror.

The boy, now finished with his task, headed out of the room and put everything back to place, not a single detail having changed.

After all, Dumbledore could be perspective about the stupidest of things, and he didn't want his scheme to be noticed too early.

He got back out the trapdoor, gave Fluffy a nice back scratch, and walked back to the common room, Invisibility Cloak on his shoulders.

Had arrived back to the common room at 05:02, and dropped himself on his favourite couch, taking a book from the Ravenclaw library as he did so.

It was about the castle's defences, and he joyfully started reading it, satisfied with his thievery.

Hours later, when his roommates came down, he could still be seen smiling while humming a cheery tune.