2 days later, the Death Eaters closed and locked the doors. Once he had ensured that they wouldn't return soon, Harry got everyone up and into the corner they had been occupying.
"Alright," he said softly. "Do what I do." He used his fingers to untie one shoelace and then tied it into loops on either side. He waited for them to get there and then put one loop through the zip ties, murmuring, "Why did they use these things?" and putting the loops on the toes of his boots. "Now the weird part," he smirked and leaned back until he was teetering on his bottom. "Bicycle!" he moved his feet as if riding a bicycle and spread his hands as far as possible. His fellow aurors stared at him weirdly until his hands broke apart. Their faces took on a look of dawning comprehension and they all began doing it. Within 10 minutes, they were all relatively free, they just still had the remnant of one of the zipties. With that, they all got some sleep, waking up more than 2 hours before the Death Eaters would come in the first time. Harry, Riya, Rebecca and Norman stood in front. Timothy and Michael took up places on the edges.
"5, 4, 3, 2, 1, GO!" Harry shouted as the door closed behind the Death Eaters. Timothy and Michael pounced and managed to subdue ⅔ of them and Harry took care of the other one. With a swift punch and kick, they were unconscious. "Grab the wands and drag them out." He also took the key and unlocked the door, stunning the 2 guards on either side of the door and they body bound all of them after petrifying them.
"You'll fail," Reeves called.
"Oh, I'm so sure," Proudfoot rolled her eyes. "Let's go." Bovent and Hale disillusioned her and Williamson and Harry gave Patil the wand he had after disillusioning himself.
They ran off and ended up in the main hall, seeing their wands on the table off to the side. Harry snuck up and grabbed the wands, handing them to the correct aurors. On his tap off they attacked. Having caught them off-guard, they were able to overtake the 30 Death Eaters in under 20 minutes. No deaths, but quite a few would need medical attention and Patil was taken down, but she'd be okay after a little time in St. Mungos.
"What now?" Hale asked Harry.
Not bothering to ask himself why he was being deferred to, Harry said, "Send for Healers and backup. Take as many as possible to Holding Cells, injured to St. Mungos, leftovers to Azkaban, low security for now. Send Proudfoot to me. We're going to search the building. She should be all I need at the moment. Oh, and send someone down to check on Reeves." Hale nodded and left. Proudfoot came to him a moment later. "Why don't you start down here and I'll start in the cellar. Every time you leave a room or find something, send me a message. I will do the same."
Rebecca nodded and went off to the kitchen. Harry went up the ladder to the attic. After searching several room, he heard a small sound. Wand out and lit, he opened the door to find a young child, looking barely old enough to eat solid foots sat, curled into a small ball, on a window ledge.