It's not easy to explain, but . . .

Chapter 45

"Well, maybe if you all get bored with our story telling, Hagrid will take you all down for a look at Emma," said the Headmaster.  "You all know the story of how Voldemort met his end, so we'll see who wants to go and who wants to stay when we get to that part of the tale, eh?"

When the meal was concluded and the dishes vanished, Dan, Tom, Emma and Rupert returned to their seats in front of the teachers table, facing the crowd.

"Now, where were we?" Albus pondered, walking in a small circle. "Ah, yes, the 'Gringott's  Caper', as it became known.  Harry, Ron and Hermione had relocated to the Room of Requirement and were making trips to certain students houses; Dean Thomas and the Creevey brothers come to mind, to get them out of sight so they wouldn't be caught by the 'Snatchers'.  Ted Tonks was heading up a group of adults who were using your idea for camping out around the country to avoid capture, but were in touch with us through Aberforth. "

Dan, Rupert and Tom were on the edge of their seats, but Emma was sitting back, a thoughtful look on her face.  She sat up and impaled the 'Trio' with a gaze that caused them to raise their eyebrows.

"What?" Ron asked.

"And you three were doing what, exactly?"  she asked, crossing her arms.

"AH, perhaps I should let Harry continue the story, then,"  Albus conceded, as he sat down next to Minerva.

Harry stood, running his hand through his hair, looking for a good place to start this portion of the story.

"Well,"  he began.  "This is where everything goes in the opposite way that it was the first time . . . we got inventive and were the aggressors, instead of being the hunted.  Commando magic, if you will."

Tom, Rupert and Dan got big grins on their faces while Emma rolled her eyes.

"Why am I not surprised." she muttered, glancing at Draco, who was trying to hide the fact that he was enjoying this a bit too much.  Emma stuck her tongue out at him, which caused him to snort and cover his mouth, turning to hide behind Neville's shoulder. 

"We didn't do anything too crazy, Emma, as we couldn't afford to be caught.  It was more of a 'intervention' type raid.  We had connections through the underground wireless network . . . oh, and by the way, we used Muggle CB radios to communicate with each other, and that way, we couldn't be traced magically, as the Ministry never suspected that we'd resort to Muggle technology.  We'd hear news on the Wizarding Wireless and then get in touch with the others by CB."

"That's brilliant!" Rupert exclaimed, then looked over at Mr. Weasley.  "Figured out what all those radios were for, then, Arthur?"

"Oh yes!"  beamed the head of the family.  "I had lots of different bits, but then we just went to the Muggle stores and picked up what we needed to make the sets complete.  Got a few more books on radios and walker-talkers and got to work! I did use a bit of magic to expand the receiving range, but we used batteries and everything!"

Dan and Tom were beaming at Arthur's enthusiastic description, but Rupert had a worried look on his brow.

"Didn't the Ministry keep tabs on you, Arthur?  You were not in their good graces, and I should think they'd have raided your garage at some point."

"Spot on, Rupert!" Ron injected.  "We left most of Dad's 'stuff' as it was, dusty and piled up, so if and when they 'raided' his garage it was just a pile of untouched junk.  We had a 'safe house', with a 'Fidelious Charm' on it, where Dad would go to work on his new equipment and he had easy access, from there, to the Muggle stores.   Harry had transferred some Muggle money into a bogus account at Gringott's right after the raid on the Ministry, with Dad being on the account, so when the time came, he could just charge the account instead of going to Gringott's and taking money out . . . that might have raised suspicions."