Many believed that no one would dare enter the mundane world and tamper it with magic, at least that was what almost all of the British purebloods would imagine. However, if they had pulled the sticks out of their own prosteriors, they would be hanging themselves. It was one of the duties of the Potter Business to handle such things, one of the most dangerous ones was when blood and soul magic was used to tear souls out of a body and force it into another. Amoura Zabini looked over at the animal robots called 'animatronic's' by the muggles, doing her best not to feel sick as one of them looked at her with rather intelligent eyes. The building had been condemned but one of the crazy sociopaths decided to set up shop here and use it to experiment on new blood (or muggleborn) witches and wizards. Children to be exact, around the ages of five to nine.

"We can get five of the six free," The soul magic practitioner was telling her, motioning to the sitting robots, "the sixth can't be free, her soul is so mangled and fused so deeply with the suit she's in. If we tried anything, it would obliterate her completely from existence."

The one she spoke of was that of a rather feminine bear, gold in coloration but unable to move at all. Amoura looked at it with some distrust before looking at the witch, motioning to the bear.

"I think she'd prefer nothingness to the torture of whatever that sick freak did to her."

The gold suit twitched in affirmation, causing the other five to back away. Clearly, they feared her more then the magic users that were going to return them to their original bodies. The one in the golden bear suit, her body was burned to ash by the being who got off by forcing souls into muggle animal suit wearing robots. The witch only nodded before motioning to several other people as they would begin the soul releasing ritual. Amoura looked at the five others then pointed to a wall.

"I'd suggest you wait by that wall until they call you over."

She watched them move over before walking towards the entrance of the condemned building, as she had an appointment with her godson to keep. Mostly bringing him home, home being the speakeasy that was the headquarters of the entire operation itself. Given he was still at Gringotts getting his medical treatments finished, Amoura had to walk through Diagon Alley as the magical shopping center had no safe apparition points as of yet. She may have to threaten a few individuals to make those points because she was really getting tired of having to walk the entire length of the Alley to reach the bank.

She appeared in an alley across from the Leaky Cauldron when her senses went off, causing her to react with inhuman speed. Her leg came up and slammed into the gut of a man before she dropped into the splits, her fist slamming into the family jewels of her second attacker. He dropped like a sack of bricks, holding his junk as he squeaked. She slowly slid back to her feet as she pulled out her luger and shot the man holding his groin, looking at the other man. He was barely even awake as she pulled him to his feet before slamming him into the wall.

"Who sent you?" She hissed, her gun pressing roughly where his skull met his neck.

"None of your business," The man started to say before she forcefully entered his mind, tearing out the information before dropping him to the ground.

With one final shot, she also killed the man as well. She vanished the bodies with a wave of her hand before walking towards the magically hidden pub.

Fleur Delacour frowned to herself as she looked over the convoy that held many very illegal items that would be heading towards India, most of them bought by a relative of the Patil family. She was the one that would be giving the convoy the final send off once everything was loaded up, as one of the non-magical men walked up. He was in high end combat gear, a powerful assault rifle that she didn't recognize across his back. He handed her a clipboard and nodded to her.

"All supplies loaded and my unit is ready to get it to India as promised."

She looked over the item list one last time; Many love potions, magic boosting potions, magic removing solutions. Alongside those potions were a dozen vials of phoenix tears, siren tears and several griffin eggs. All of these were illegal in India, as several of the prominent families of India's upper Magical class had Siren or near-Siren blood ancestry as well as a long history of love potioning their other half. Fleur signed the paper before handing it back to the man, nodding as she waved him off.

"Get it all there intact," She said, "The last time someone failed, my father skinned them alive before feeding them to several hungry sea serpents."

The man didn't even flinch as he took the clipboard and returned to the convoy, as the veela watched them leave. Once they were all gone, she headed to the hidden apparition point before apparating home.

If there was one thing that Harry Potter knew was that he didn't really know what was going on. One moment, he was in total agony in one of London's many alleyways and the next, he was walking next to one of the most beautiful women to have ever existed. She was also his godmother and she had just told him that everything he had heard about his parents was either false or made to look favorable for someone else. One doesn't get told that their parents were the head of the largest criminal organization known either. He was not even sure if his head could hold everything that had been given to him.

"...get the limousine out front, full guard," He heard Amoura say softly after tapping her earring, "yes, I don't want anything to happen to him."

He looked over at Amoura but got a smile in return, which helped him relax, somewhat. By the time they left Diagon Alley, Harry was feeling nervous once more. Amoura had her hand on his shoulder, guiding him through the crowds of shoppers before they entered the dimly lit pub before leaving it as well. Outside the Leaky Cauldron was a limousine and it was guarded by men and women, all of them carried some sort of firearm.

"All this for me?" He asked, very unsure now, "I don't need this."

"Yes, you absolutely do need this, Harry," Amoura firmly said, "you are very important, don't dumb yourself down on this."

"Fine," Harry muttered before entering the limousine, Amoura joining him before the door closed.