Disclaimer; As a derivative work, a simple double integration will yield two completely different stories. I highly recommend that one integrates first with respect to Rowling, before integrating for Bishop. It's much simpler that way. The final integration constant would be my own work (aka, plot, a new character or three, etc…).
Harry woke up on a couch in St. Mungo's with Rachel looking down at him. He had a crick in his neck that distinctly told him that it was the wrong place to sleep, but he wouldn't abandon them over a little discomfort.
"Good, you woke up."
"It was bound to happen eventually."
"Come on, Andrew's awake and the nurse taught me a new spell."
"Ok, tell me about the spell while we walk to his room."
"The nurse said it lets her know when he is getting better. She moved her wand like this and said 'statia vita.' Then a bunch of colored bars and numbers popped up. She told me that red numbers were bad, yellow needed to be fixed but green was good."
"I'm surprised she taught you that spell, I've been in the hospital lots of times and they never taught it to me."
"Well she didn't exactly teach me. She did it and wrote on her clipboard so I asked what she was doing. She did it again and showed me the numbers. I paid attention to the words and how she moved her hand. When she left Andrew let me practice on him until I got the numbers again."
"You're a very smart girl. So was it this room or the next one?"
"It's this one." They entered the room to find Andrew sitting upright against his pillows and enjoying breakfast.
"Harry! There you are. Rachel's been chatting my ear off that you were around. Look, I really need to thank you for coming to our rescue yesterday."
"No need. When Rachel and I met last time I promised her I would help if she needed it, and you both definitely needed it yesterday afternoon."
"Most people wouldn't go into a fight outnumbered five to one. What was that all about?"
"Maybe most people wouldn't but my word is sacred to me. I keep it or die trying. As to what the attackers were doing… that's a bit more complicated. The simple answer is that they were part of a group of wizard terrorists. Imagine the IRA with magic powers. Wizards have lived in secret for so long that we are scared of being exposed to normal society. We are afraid that society wouldn't accept us for our differences. This group creates terror by torture and murders both of magical and non-magical peoples. The non-magical attacks like last night threaten to expose the society as a whole and stretch our resources by forcing us to cover it up."
"How can something like people's deaths just be covered up?"
"No magic can bring back the dead, but we can create more plausible excuses as to how they died or were injured. For instance, after I stopped the attack last night the magical police eventually did show up. They've already sent a letter to your workplace and Rachel's school saying that you were in a car accident yesterday and will be out while you recover. We can also… encourage people to remember things happening the way we said they did, almost like a hypnotic suggestion. Since your sister is a witch, you will not be receiving one of these suggestions. You know and will continue to know what really happened. Some of your neighbors might not really remember when they leave the hospital."
"After you stopped the attack? What happened?"
"Well, I am a soldier on the front line against these terrorists. The police help when they can, but… They only responded last night after the attackers were either dead or incapacitated. They'll send a magical reversal squad to your home later in the week to repair all the damage and erase any evidence we were ever there."
"Dead?"
"Of the five attacking your home, only one survived. Please don't ask more. I didn't let Rachel see anything of the scene and I really would prefer not to explain it to you. I want you to be able to go home and pretend it never happened."
"The other, what will happen to him?"
"He is currently undergoing interrogation to gather information, but eventually he will be sent to prison for a very long time. Most likely he will receive a life sentence. But rest assured, he will have nightmares about your home for the rest of his life."
"I really don't want to know, do I?"
"No, you don't."
"How can you be so calm about this? You can't be more than eighteen. You're younger than me but here you are trying to help both of us. Thank you. I know you said you were just keeping your word, but thank you anyway."
"I'm seventeen actually. I'm trying to help you two because there were so many I couldn't help. I've been fighting this fight my whole life. The leader of this group, the ones at your house yesterday, killed my parents sixteen years ago and I've been number one on his list ever since. Maybe later you can ask the nurses about Harry Potter. Just don't buy into the stories."
"I take it you wind up in the hospital often then?"
"Not in this one, there is one where they've always got a bed reserved for me though. That's not why the nurses know my name. Some people seem to think I'm a hero. The rest are convinced I am a criminal or insane."
"You'll always be my hero Harry!" Rachel hugged his waist.
"Just try not to be a damsel in distress anymore. I'd be happy to help you fix a spell or show you some magic, but I not really a knight in shining armor."
"The doctors said I would be able to leave later today but would be sore for a few more days. They said something about fixing nerve damage and broken ribs."
"Yeah, that's about right. I've experienced that and worse before. You'll be feeling that pain and stiffness for a few more days, but if you take the medicines they give you on time you won't notice too much and you won't have any scars. Like I said earlier, you're house won't be repaired for a few more days knowing the government. If you'll accept, I'd like to offer you a place to stay at my home in London. With me at school, there's plenty of room and we'll take care of everything you need. It's the least I can do."
"You've already done so much, why would you feel guilty enough to say it's the least you could do?"
"Well not all the damage to your home was caused by the terrorists. At the very least I owe you a new door."
"I seem to remember my door exploding just before I passed out." He noted dryly.
"Have I mentioned I really hate terrorists?"
"Alright everybody, thanks for showing up on time. Hopefully we'll have a death eater free day and be able to get this job wrapped up. Everyone still has their glamour rings? Good." Harry didn't have time to shower and barely got changed before he needed to meet up with everyone to start breaking the wards again. He cast a few cleaning spells and figured it would have to do.
Everyone piled back into the van and headed for the worksite. As the others monitored the area or set everything back up, Harry pulled out the web and set to work repairing it. He reconnected the thread he had severed and let his blood drop onto the right spot, bringing the link back to full strength. The others staggered for a moment.
"Oh, I guess I should have given you a little warning."
"That thing isn't permanent is it? You're not going to be able to just turn it on whenever are you?" Ron looked a little uneasy.
"No, when this job is over I will destroy the web. Without the web and your blood, I can't use it. Don't worry Ron, I won't suddenly be in your head while you are out having your secret love affair with Hermione."
Ron blushed "How do you know about that? We've been keeping it quiet."
"Ron, all of Gryffindor has known since third year it was bound to happen. After what happened last year, it's not exactly a secret. Besides, yesterday I could feel you both in my head stealing looks at each other."
"Good, not that I don't like feeling powerful, but it's very weird Harry."
"When is anything about me ever normal?"
Bill and the goblins set to work bringing down the next layer of protections. This one was designed to simply stun and bind any who crossed it. With a few more hours work, the wards were down and the crew stopped for another late lunch.
"Hmm… The West London Children's Home, this is definitely the right place."
"It's just a run down muggle orphanage. Why would Voldemort hide a piece of his soul here?" Bill asked.
"This was Voldemort's home until he graduated Hogwarts. He may not have liked it, but it was all the home he had. Like me and the Dursley's really. It fits his pattern."
"What pattern have you established?"
"One he left with the Malfoy family, his most loyal servants. One he hid in the house of his wizard relatives who refused to acknowledge him. One he hid in the seaside cave where he first discovered his magical powers. One is always with him, his familiar. He is hiding them in places significant to how he became what he is. This orphanage is where his journey into becoming a sociopath started. I wouldn't be surprised to find the last one in Hogwarts actually."
"Where could he hide a piece of unspeakable dark magic in Hogwarts? It's full of nosey kids poking into every secret they can find."
"Where could he hide a sixty foot basilisk? Ron, remind me to give the Chamber of secrets a thorough going over would you? It's a little obvious, but it can't hurt to check."
"Only you would call the Chamber of Secrets too obvious." Ron snorted.
"Well the diary that possessed Ginny was a horcrux already tied to Hogwarts and the Chamber. It's unlikely he covered that area twice."
"Alright Mr. All-seeing-eye, where do we start looking?"
"We? Oh heavens no, that place is probably full of traps. I'll go get it. Besides, now that the wards and Fidelius is down, I can home in on it without a problem."
"If it's full of traps, why not send Bill in?"
"Bill will end up having to disarm the traps. I plan to just walk right through them. If I can shield against the Killing Curse, I should be fine. I'll need my magic back though." He took the web off its frame and rolled it all into a ball before throwing it into the air and incinerating it with a flick of fire from his mouth. The rest of them gaped at him breathing fire.
"Dibs!" Grimnar called, "You are most definitely on our side come the next rebellion."
"Harry, when did you become an elemental?" Hermione pestered him to spill what she perceived as a secret.
"I'm not an elemental, that's just a trick the Samoan quidditch team taught me right before we got banned from ever visiting Wellington without an escort."
"Something tells me I want to hear this story," Bill prodded.
"Not much to tell. There was a quidditch match, there was an insane player, I bought the team a few rounds at the pub… Next thing I remember the Aurors are talking about prison terms in the Antarctic and we're all good friends. I paid to rebuild the bar, and the Samoan government asked politely to let us go so long as we promised not to cause trouble."
"One of these days you're going to tell me the full story." Ron threatened.
"You'll have to come to the World Cup with me this summer then. The guys all made me promise to come. Between their influence and Krum's, I managed to snag a couple tickets sitting with the players. Krum hopes to be playing of course, but Mils and the rest of Manu Samoa think Bulgaria will flop out after facing Croatia in the quarter finals."
"That sounds nice and all Harry, but aren't you forgetting something?" Hermione pointed out.
"Oh right, I'm supposed to be thwarting Voldemort. You guys might want to pack up then. I'm willing to bet that when those traps spring Voldemort is going to be one unhappy camper. The last one had all kinds of inferi and stuff." Harry stood and began casting all the protective spells and shields he knew. After he had them up he started with craft. Sound, sight, psychic, and physical shields all snapped into place and he walked in the air a few inches off the ground.
Those waiting outside heard a few muffled bangs and whooshing sounds as Harry moved through the orphanage. A few minutes later a smoking Harry walked back out the front door. He held a pair of reading glasses in his hand.
"Leave it to an orphan. I guess Tom Riddle and I weren't so different after all." Harry said with a slight grin.
"Why do you say that?" Hermione asked, never taking her eyes off the glasses.
"He hid these under a loose floorboard in his former room. Just like I used to do with my valuables. It looks like we've found the reading glasses of Rowena Ravenclaw."
"Harry those are much to valuable to just destroy. Surely there is some other way to get rid of the horcrux? Their historical value is enormous."
"I don't know of any, but I know where to start looking. When I think of manipulating souls and magic, there is only one person that comes to my mind, The High Lord of Hell. I'll go tomorrow afternoon and hopefully be back in time for classes on Tuesday afternoon."
"I want to thank you all for your help. Especially our friends from Gringotts. Grimnar, please include a healthy gratuity when you send me the bill, and I want you all to keep the glamour rings as a gift. Maybe they will be useful on future excursions into the muggle world."
Later that evening, Rachel called him on the mirror again to let him know they were ready to leave the Hospital. He made a portkey to Grimmauld place and apperated over.
"Harry!" Rachel bounded over to him as he entered. "Did you really fight a dragon? And can you take me to see the mermaids? Please?"
"I see you asked around about me. How are you feeling Andrew?"
"I'm doing much better. These pain potions are incredible, and they tell me there is not a risk of addiction. Rachel asked the nurses about you and apparently they have books about you in the children's ward."
"Uh-huh! And the pictures were moving and everything!"
"I was afraid of this. Well at least you met the ones who think I am a hero and not the ones who think I am crazy. I am a bit famous here. They made a few fairy tales out of my life, but it was a lot less fun to live those parts let me tell you."
"That sounds like an understatement. When Rachel told the nurse you were the one to rescue us, there was a reporter for some newspaper here not long after. They asked some odd questions too."
"I can only imagine. If you want I can try to squash that story before it gets out. I'm sorry you got hassled."
"Oh it's no problem. Rachel is kind of excited about the idea of her name being in the newspaper to be honest."
"I'll be sure to send you a copy then. So long as it isn't too upsetting. Sometimes the papers get a little carried away. So, are you ready to get out of here?"
"Sure thing. Wizard hospitals may be better than our hospitals but…"
"But it is still a hospital. Believe me I understand. When we get to my home, we'll get you settled into a room with a little better paint scheme. If either of you need anything, just call for Dobby and he will be sure to take care of everything. He's very enthusiastic. You are free to explore the back yard, but don't leave through the front door. There are spells on the house to keep it hidden and if you walk out the door you won't be able to find your way back in."
He produced the portkey for them and showed them the important rooms of the house. Rachel was excited at the idea of the small library of magic books, but Harry only gave her the first and second year books he set aside for her. The rest had already been moved. He introduced them to Dobby and promised to check in every once in a while to make sure everything was alright.
Young Witch Summons Harry Potter with Mysterious Mirror Magic.
By Selvie Smith, staff writer for the Quibbler
Harry Potter rushed off to the rescue once again this weekend, but his stimulus came from a very unusual source. A young muggle born witch by the name of Rachel Pembrook said she summoned Mr. Potter to her home with her magic mirror after her house was attacked by Death Eaters.
"I knew he would come to save me. I yelled in my mirror for him to rescue me and then he came. He beat up all the evil men and saved me and my brother." She said. When asked about her mirror she claimed she could use it to talk to Mr. Potter and that he could find her with it. Evidence suggests it to be true.
The Aurors who responded to the disturbance Saturday evening reported no sign of any normal magical transport, and no sign of any of the standard alarm wards on the property. So far as they could tell, there was no indication that Mr. Potter could have known about the attack unless he was told. Aurors are currently unaware how he arrived at the scene.
While some seers use mirrors to scry on distant places or focus their inner eye, this is the first reported instance of one using one to travel or send messages. There are some charms that can use a reflective surface to send messages but aurors reported no charmed objects in the house nor evidence of such spells having been cast there. There has been a great deal of unknown magical energy released in the area over the past week, and there is now some speculation about its purpose.
The picture below shows young Ms. Pembrook with a picture book about her hero at St. Mungo's Hospital on Sunday. Ms. Pembrook certainly appears to have developed the eccentric clothing tastes some seers are known for.
Harry clipped the article and chuckled to himself. What could you really expect from the Quibbler? They were more than happy to believe in new and unknown magic. He briefly wondered why the Quibbler did this piece, but he supposed his polite requests to the Prophet meant a bit more now that he owned it.
He folded up the article with a short note, and sent it flying with Hedwig. He had to wonder what questions they had asked if that was their only quote. Given the Quibbler's reputation they must have been interesting indeed.