Disclaimer; Rowling owns everything Harry Potter Related, Bishop owns the Realms and Blood. This story was inspired by the Harry Potter Sextet, The Black Jewels Trilogy, and The Invisible Ring.
The many bits and pieces came together slowly over the week. The portkey and shield rings were not perfected, but they were showing promise. Initial tests used the ring placed on a block of wood to check the portkey function. It worked, sort of. It was acceptable for two of the three unforgivables, but the killing curse kept giving them problems with the reaction time. Most often the curse would hit the block of wood, then the portkey would activate, delivering a dead piece of wood in the destination. That wasn't exactly what they wanted to do.
Bill was confident that he could bring it all down if Harry could find it. He had detailed notes on the Fidelius charm and Grimmauld place. The Goblins were confident in their skills, but less confident in their numbers. Harry had notes from himself, Jaenelle, and someone named Jared on what he was going to do, as well as a plethora of back up plans and escape plans. Ron had maps and plans, timetables and strategies. He had everything planned down to the minute, including where everyone would be.
Saturday morning arrived and everybody gathered out front of Gringotts to do a final check over. Harry passed out the glamour rings and explained their function. Bill thought it was a good idea and applauded Hermione for making them work. Soon everyone but Ron was dressed in perfectly pressed black suits, white shirts, and black ties. Hermione had a ID card over her breast that simply said "MI5". Ron had his ring but he said he would put it on when he needed it but he had a different plan. It was perhaps a bit odd to think of MI5 employing a group of midgets, but glamours could only correct so much.
They piled into a van Gringotts had secured the use of for the day, and Bill drove them to the proper neighborhood. They drove around the block and placed Hermione's corner stones for the muggle repelling charms. Harry had to direct Bill on where to park. They all got out and made last minute preparations. Hermione activated her charms. Ron passed out the emergency portkeys, and Harry pulled out a wooden frame with a silk web woven on it.
"Alright, my Queen prepared this one for us since webs are a bit out of my ken, so let's hope it works. I'm going to need all of you to donate some blood, just a drop or two. When this is done, everyone will be connected to Bill and I. Bill knows ward breaking and will help get everyone into the right places, while I will be giving you my power. Hermione, you and Ron are going to be connected directly to me, keep an eye out and alert me if anyone shows up. Bill, this is going to feel really weird. Line up, goblins first, then you two, then Bill." As each person gave a few drops of blood, Harry positioned them on the web where his notes said they needed to go and froze the droplets. When Bill's blood hit the web he grabbed his head and gasped.
"You're right, that does feel really weird. I can feel all of you in my head. Can you feel me?" A chorus of grunts and nods assured him he wasn't alone.
"Alright, everyone ready to feel something really weird?" Harry asked with a grin. He let his blood hit the center of the web, and the world dropped away for a moment. Everyone's glamour flickered and went out of focus before snapping into perfect clarity. Harry felt nine additional people with him in his head and assumed it must be working.
"Harry, what was that?"
"Imagine Hermione, that the web is like a pond. When you fell onto the web, there was a ripple. Like tossing pebbles into the pond. The more powerful you are, the bigger the ripple."
"What are you a freaking boulder?" Ron gaped.
"Close enough. Now lets get to work, we've got to overload Voldemort's defenses. What do you say Grimnar, will our energy levels be sufficient?"
Harry could feel the goblin reaching and trying to find the limits of the power he now had access to. "The next time there is a goblin revolution can we have you on our side?"
"Only if you pay well and ask politely." The other goblins grinned toothy smiles. "Alright, clear your minds and get ready to feel this. I'm going to show you what my senses are showing me about the property we're looking for."
They could all feel and almost see the domes of power covering something that was both right in front of them and yet still not.
"Yep, that's a pretty well hidden something." Bill said. "If it's the Fidelius we'll need people here, here, here, and here." He said laying a mental map and marking positions.
"You're doing surprisingly well with this Bill. I assume you know at least some occlumancy?"
"Yes, it's a common trick in Sumerian tombs to play with your opponents heads. If you can't rule your own mind you will never know which traps are real and which aren't. People spent years trying to disarm traps that never existed."
"Alright, lets wait a few minutes for Ron and Hermione to get into position. Hermione is going to be listening in on the WWN, police radios, and muggle broadcasts in case our fireworks attract attention. Ron, think you can give us a good aerial watch on visitors?"
"Well, there's a couple steam vents nearby, and the smoke stacks from that factory, so I bet there will be plenty of thermals nearby. Give me five minutes."
"You've got it. Bill, you might enjoy seeing what Ron's about to do. You dig other cultures and stuff right?"
"I assume he's going to fly though I didn't see any brooms and we are in a muggle area."
"Correct, see that bright red cloak covered in feathers he's putting on? It's got a glamour on it to make him look like a bird, and some very special enchantments to let him fly like one."
"Another something from your mysterious tutors and queen?"
"No, this one I found in the South Pacific. You should have been at the Burrow for Christmas."
"I was, but I stopped by earlier in the morning."
"Ok, he's up, let's get everyone else into position and get to work."
Things were proceeding smoothly. Once they got started it took nearly an hour and a half to break the Fidelius, and revealed a very comprehensive set of wards underneath. Some of them were downright deadly in their intent. They examined the ward scheme and then stopped for a late lunch. Another hour and a half in and they had disabled some of the nastier wards while Harry was beginning to feel the strain.
A buzzing in his pocket broke him from his careful concentration of distributing power evenly. He pulled out his mirror.
"Hello Rachel, what's going on?"
"Harry, Help! There's bad men in black destroying my house, they're hurting Andy. Please help!"
"I'll be right there, hide from them. I'll come for you I promise."
"Hurry!"
Harry put away his mirror and called in his black gauntlets. "Everyone stop working. I've got to go on a rescue mission. If I am still alive, we'll continue when I return."
Everyone felt the air temperature raise as heat practically boiled off of Harry. In their minds they felt the force of nature he had just become. A savage animal lurked just beneath the surface and was roaring to be let out. He disapperated with a crack and everyone began packing up their tools. Work was most likely over for the day, no matter what he said.
When Harry appeared on the street in front of Rachel and Andrew's home, he found death eaters laughing and dangling muggles upside down while they cursed them for fun. There were screams coming from Andrew's house. The beast slipped it's chain and Harry could not contain himself.
Two explosion hexes reduced the death eaters' legs outside to a greasy film on the asphalt. They were simply gone from the waist down. He caught the muggles as they fell, but stunned them so they could be found later. Letting loose a blast of power, he tore the door to splinters and entered the house.
The death eaters turned away from their victim and advanced towards Harry. Harry enveloped his hand in a bubble of craft and jammed it straight into the first one's chest. He grabbed his heart and yanked his hand back out. The flesh of his chest was unbroken, but he would not be living. Like passing through a wall, Harry had passed through his flesh and bone.
When the first one dropped, Harry opened his bloody hand and let the heart fall to the floor. The second death eater wisely decided this was the time to run. It's a pity he didn't decide that before Harry had arrived. A well placed cutting curse ended the man's flight as his head dropped to the floor. Harry pinged the house looking for more targets. One was upstairs, and not far from Rachel.
He ran up the stairs as fast as he could. The death eater heard him coming and shot a killing curse at the head of the stairs just as Harry reached the top. Harry saw green and instinctively tucked into a roll. He landed in a crouch but had dropped his wand. The death eater smirked as he walked forward. Harry breathed in deeply and forced his magic into his lungs. When he breathed out, a long fiery snake came out of his mouth and wrapped itself around the man. He fell screaming and tried to roll on the floor to put it out. Harry picked up his wand and fired a painful variant of the stunning curse at him and dragged him back downstairs. He levitated the two death eaters and two muggles from outside back inside where he could take care of them.
He was about to go find Rachel and take care of getting them all to St. Mungo's when he heard the tell tale crack of apparition outside. He grabbed his wand and stood in what was left of the doorway, blood dripping off one hand, and with the glamour of a perfectly pressed suit still active. To say he was an imposing figure was putting it lightly.
Fortunately all that he saw was a group of Aurors arriving too late.
"Excuse me sir, what has happened here?" The leader asked
"What happened was that you just arrived too late. Five death eaters were attacking this home for a bit of sport with the muggles. What they didn't know was that one of them was a muggle born witch who called me for help. Come collect the bodies, though I did save you a prisoner. We need to get the survivors to a healer so they can recover before you modify their memories." Harry moved away from the door.
"Just who are you to question our abilities?" One of the junior Aurors asked.
Harry turned off the glamour. "Just what finally attracted your attention gentlemen?"
"Well there has been minor amounts of magic coming from the area in the last week so we weren't too surprised to see more tonight. When three of our magic detectors exploded about five minutes ago, we decided it needed investigation." The leader explained.
"So you didn't even know there was a problem until I showed up. Well done, glad to see that the best the Ministry has to offer can keep an eye on the public. At least they're safe from me. No wait, I had already killed four and captured another before you got off your arses. So I guess that means that if you stay in a group of at least six you might be safe. Well done."
"I see two still breathing, though that one is turning blue."
"No, he's dead; his body just doesn't know it yet. That's his heart on the floor next to him."
"Jumping Jesus on a pogo-stick! How did that happen?"
"I ripped it out. He was torturing my friend's brother, who I still have to take to St. Mungo's." He picked up the unconscious brother and walked up the stairs to find Rachel. "Rachel, it's over. Grab one of your robes and your wand. We need to get your brother to a hospital and that means I am taking you with me."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you! I knew you'd come."
"I promised to help you. I am sorry I couldn't get here sooner. Get your stuff, we'll be leaving from right here. Downstairs is no place for you right now." He conjured a stretcher and set it levitating while he grabbed a sock. "Portus."
"Alright, I've got my favorite two robes and my wand. What now?"
"Good thinking bringing an extra. Just touch the sock on your brother's chest and we'll be going." She did so. He touched it with his wand and said, "Emergency."
The portkey whisked them off to St. Mungo's leaving behind a group of Aurors to deal with the mess and cleanup efforts.
At St. Mungo's they told the healers Andrew had suffered cruciartus exposure and broken bones before he was whisked away. Harry took Rachel up to the tea room to wait while he was being taken care of.
"Dobby, I need your help."
"What can Dobby do for Harry?"
"This is my friend Rachel. She and her brother were attacked tonight by dark wizards. They are going to need a place to stay while her brother recovers and they fix their home. I want you to clean a few rooms for them at Headquarters and stay there to help them while this all happens. Is that alright with you?"
"Yes Harry, Dobby will be doing. Do your guests need anything from their home?"
"Good thinking Dobby. Rachel has a change of clothing, but I would appreciate it if you could go to their home and collect clothing for both of them for a week. You should also bring some books for them to read. Rachel has robes but her brother wears muggle clothing." Harry wrote down their address.
"Dobby will take care of it."
"Thank you Dobby." He popped away.
Rachel looked at him. "What was that?"
"That was Dobby, he works for me and takes care of my house. He does chores and cooks for me when I am not at school."
"But he wasn't human."
"You're right, he is an elf. While we fix your home I'm going to let you live in mine. It will also give your brother a place to heal without worrying too much. Dobby can take care of everything while you are there. We'll get the hospital to send notes to your school and your brother's job so you won't get in trouble. Is that a good idea?"
She nodded, unable to take everything that had happened that day. He scooped her up into a hug and held her while she cried.
"I need to go tell my friends that they can stop working. Your brother won't be ready for you to visit him for a while yet. Would you rather come with me, or will you be alright here by yourself?"
"I don't want to be alone." She sniffled.
"Alright, we'll go tell them really quick and we'll be back to see your brother before he's out."
"Ok."
He apperated back to the worksite with Rachel still in his arms. Everything was packed in the vans and the group was sitting at a conjured table with their dinner.
"Harry, you're back! What happened?" Hermione hugged him, and Rachel by connection.
"I don't want to talk about it right now. We're done here for today. Let's set some temporary keep away charms and come back tomorrow."
"We already did that, we figured that you wouldn't be in the mood to work after whatever happened. You scared a few of us the way you left." Bill said.
"I'm sorry you had to feel that I didn't have time to break the link safely and every second counted."
"It's alright. At least now we know and can help you if you need it. So who is our new friend?" He pointed to Rachel who had buried her face in his shoulder and was ignoring the group. She looked up when he asked about her.
"I'm Rachel, Harry saved me and my brother from the Bad Men."
"I guess that says it all. Don't blame me for her robes, she chose them."
"Yeah, they're my favorite!" She was wearing her purple and silver robes.
"My magic works better when I wear these ones. I don't know why, but I put it in my journal." She told Harry.
"Really? That's odd. Well you'll have to experiment with that more. Since you're going to be out of school helping your brother get better this week you'll have plenty of time to practice."
"Harry, is this the little girl you were curious about?" Hermione asked with a dangerous glint in her eye.
"Maybe. But she's been teaching herself, I didn't do anything."
Bill decided to head off an argument he could see about to form. "So Rachel, would a pretty little witch like you like to show us what you've learned?"
"Ok mister. Oh, I don't have my hat, this might not work."
"It works better if you have your hat?"
"Yeah, just like it works better in these robes and not the red ones."
"Here you go then." Harry conjured her another hat like the last one. "Maybe the hat needs to match your robes. This hat would clash horribly with red robes. Remind me to get you some that match."
"That might be it." She said with surety only an eight year old can manage. "Ok, now here's my trick. 'Sunshine and Daisies, not cloudy and rainy, let the springtime come.'"
A small patch of snow melted and a flower grew out of the formerly frozen ground. It glowed and sparkled for a minute before she plucked it and tucked it behind her ear. The goblins were clapping, while Hermione's mouth opened and closed with no sound coming out.
"Great job, I bet Hermione never discovered that spell, and she's studied hundreds of books." Ron was grinning while he looked at his best friend.
"How did you do that?" She asked.
"Magic!" Rachel's grin was infectious.
"You can't ask an eight year old to explain magic Hermione." Bill chipped in as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Hmm I wonder, if I did that spell would I get more than one flower?" Harry looked to Rachel.
"You can't do it, you're a boy! That's a girl spell."
"You might be right. I'll try it later anyway. I've done girly spells before. I made your robes didn't I? Isn't making pretty clothes a girl spell?"
"I can't do it so it must be a boy spell."
"It's good to see Harry finally found someone his own age to talk to." Ron nudged Hermione and whispered.
"Alright, Rachel and I need to get back to St. Mungo's to look in on her brother. We'll meet back at Gringotts at half ten tomorrow?" Everyone nodded and began to pack everything away in the van. Harry deactivated the linking web and put a strong shield around it before vanishing it back with his luggage.