Well, here it is, the final chapter of Rag-Doll. I want to thank everyone who has read and liked this story so far and I hope you continue to like my work in other stories.

I don't own Harry Potter.

Enjoy.

Rag-Doll.

It had been six months since Harry had taken part in the burglary where he had buried at sea a sizeable fortune in diamonds, and in those six months, he and his Rag-Doll identity had been quietly buried. Literally. Harry had placed the outfit he wore as Rag-Doll into a box, though he continued to burgle whenever he could while he kept his head down. He wasn't really worried about anyone truly betraying him after the break-in at the diamond's merchants thanks to the spell he'd cast on each of them; they would know Rag-Doll had participated in the burglary, but they would not even think about revealing who he was. They wouldn't reveal what Rag-Doll looked like. How he sounded. Bits about his past. Nothing.

Rag-Doll had survived for this length of time simply because nobody knew anything about him and Harry wanted to keep it that way.

Harry didn't really care if they were confused about why they would still feel loyal to someone who'd virtually pinched everything they had stolen. He also had no doubt in his head if he had wanted to, he would have escaped if he had found himself in prison, but he didn't want to end up in a cell in case the muggle police found out who and what he was. Harry knew the muggle government kept in touch with the Ministry, though how many politicians knew the details, he couldn't say, he did know the Prime Minister was probably the only one though he had no way of knowing just how often they did keep in touch.

If he knew the magical world then contact was kept at a bare minimum, but the last thing he wanted was for the magical world to know where he was.

As he thought about it while he was reading a book in the living room of his windmill, Harry was in two minds about what the Ministry would actually do if they found out he was committing crimes in the muggle world. On the one hand, they might not even care about the fact he had burgled the muggle world due to their own prejudices towards the muggles in general, but they would probably jump at the chance of putting him back into Azkaban after all the chaos he'd caused.

In the meantime, he had enough on his mind as it was. He was planning on bringing Rag-Doll back, the only problem was finding the right type of place to burgle. He wanted it to be relatively easy, simple, and one where he would get instant cash for it. Harry put down his book for a moment, and he thought about the matter.

He didn't want to commit another house burglary. He had committed enough of those in the last few months, and truthfully they were starting to get incredibly tiresome and very boring. He didn't want to get involved with another gang either since they came with all kinds of problems. He didn't want another diamond robbery. And yet, he wanted something where he would get a lot of money.

So how do I do it? he asked himself before he grabbed his book again. I want a place where I can get in with my skills, and get out again. I also want it to be simple, with no complications.

Grunting as he got up, Harry started to pace up and down while he ignored what he was watching on television while he thought about it. He paced for half an hour, his mind going over one plan after another, but truthfully there was nothing that really appealed to him. He had burgled his way through Sussex, picking places clean and he had taken part in a major diamond robbery where he'd gotten away with everything. Thinking about the diamond robbery tempted Harry to think about doing something similar. He had enjoyed that robbery since so many angles had been anticipated and worked on, including the use of the sewers although their pong had put him off, though he had to admit the idea of using a city or a towns' layout and geography against it as he committed a burglary was appealing, then he stopped when the logical part of his mind reasserted itself. It wasn't practical.

Even if he could find something out there which was similar to the diamond merchants and had much the same risk, but required the use of high explosives and a foolproof way of getting to it like with a tunnel the police and the public would be further mystified. And if the government got wind of it, anything mysterious about the crimes, they might put two and two together and alert the Ministry that a wizard was committing thefts.

Harry didn't need to imagine what they'd class as mysterious; no signs of forced entry was one of the most obvious cases, but usually Harry cast a duplication spell on a house key that he found whenever he committed a burglary like that, but sometimes he either used lock snapping or bump keys whenever he could. Sometimes he would simply not bother and just use an unlocking charm on the door, but as long as the burglaries were low key, no-one should know the difference.

That was usually houses. Jewellery stores were straightforward enough and magic wasn't really necessary for anything more than shutting off an alarm. Banks were not on his agenda, so he left them alone.

But Harry was not stupid. He knew if he didn't vary his scenes then the magical authorities would have been alerted. It had been even worse in America; with the MACUSA's attitude to muggles discovering their world after that stupid bitch Dorcas Twelvetrees had made the unimaginably stupid mistake of revealing her magic and her wand to a muggle who knew about the wizarding world but wanted proof in order to discover and expose the 'evil' of magic, their reactions would be even worse.

Finding ways of breaking into American homes had been even harder, but not impossible. But Harry, who was a big believer in the Statute of Secrecy although he truly wished the magical communities around the world monitored muggle-borns so then they didn't suffer from the same abusive hell he had gone through himself, had gone to a lot of trouble to ensure the magical world did not know he was there.

Other things that would be classed as mysterious and suspicious would be how one man would be able to commit a burglary in something like a vault when such a job would need the help of five or more bodies, and he truly didn't want to form a gang to break into something that had a vault. Nor did he want to break into an art gallery. Art theft was not really his forte. He had never really been interested in art, so he didn't know the difference between a fake or a genuine painting, and if he were honest he couldn't muster the effort to learn the myriad things to identify a fake or a genuine painting.

Harry sighed after half an hour. Okay, I need a job that is big but simple, something that can be pulled off by only one guy. I don't want anything really big, just simple, he thought to himself, reasoning it all out in his head.

As Rag-Doll, Harry had reasoned the simpler the burglary, the better it would be for all concerned. Harry had never truly understood why heists shown in movies had to be so mega complicated, but he guessed it had to do with the need to make it exciting. The only true burglary film in his mind had always been the movies Burglar starring Whoopi Goldberg.

Harry sighed again at his disappointment. He was just about to admit defeat when it occurred to him that he was trying too hard, and he was trying to be too showy. He had been on high since the diamond robbery, he realised, and that was not a good thing for him. He would need to return to basics, and he knew the best way to do that. The best target…

A jewellery shop.

Okay, he admitted to himself that another burglary involving diamonds and rings was another repeat, but he needed something relatively straightforward and simple. Looking at it now, Harry realised he didn't need it to be too big. Mind made up, Harry nodded to himself, but then he came to another problem.

Where was he going to commit the burglary? He would want it to be quite far from where he was at the moment. For a moment he considered Brighton, but then he decided against it; he had already committed enough burglaries there, and he had also burgled the jewellery shops in Churchill Square. He didn't even consider the Eastbourne one either. No, he wanted something else, something less boring.

Harry sighed and thought about it before he went to the bureau where he had a map of the UK. Once he had pulled it out and arranged it on the small dining table he kept there so then he could eat meals in a more formal manner rather than just eat it on the couch he looked over it and began to look and he began to strike things off of the list.

Are there any large jewellery shops in Hastings? he thought to himself as his eyes fixed on the coastal town on the map. He mulled it over in his mind before he dismissed it. He didn't really know Hastings that well, and there were other places on the map he could look into, and his eyes searched the map…

Hmm. I have never been to Southhampton before, nor the Isle of Wight. I wonder…..Harry thought to himself before he nodded before he made preparations.

Harry smiled as he stepped off of the catamaran ferry which had spirited him away from Portsmouth harbour and had brought him to Ryde pier. The journey hadn't been too difficult, and now he was here on the Isle of Wight, he planned to spend a couple of days exploring the island before he committed his burglaries.

Harry opted to walk the whole way down the pier while he ignored the old-fashioned Tube trains - he dimly recognised them as similar to the ones at the London Transport Museum site at Acton Town, and he smiled as he heard them rattle; he had no idea how old they were, but it was clear they were still going and he had to hand it to British engineering to keep going even when it sounded like they were on the point of falling apart. Harry took a deep breath and soaked in the sea air. If there was one thing he had always wanted as a kid, it was to get away from the Dursleys and go to a place near the sea, anything to get away from the boring and dull world of suburbia.

Harry booked into the hotel he had spent the last few days arranging a room with though he wasn't particularly bothered about it really, he didn't care what the hotel room looked like just so long as it was enough for him to settle in for a few days. After he had dumped his things, he used the car he had hired to explore as much of the island as he could. He found a cliff though it wasn't made up with chalk, but more like mud, and you could walk along it for miles while being slashed with the wind. Harry spent a good few hours there, exploring as much of the coastline as he could, though he felt the people who ran the island could invest in a better way of getting down to the beach. One point of interest where the shells of what looked like old holiday homes, but his interest came from a purely urban explorers view.

He found three jewellery shops of interest. One in Ryde, the second in Newport, and in East Cowes. Harry visited all three of them; there was nothing majorly special about them, and as he studied all of them he knew it would be a cinch getting into all three of them compared to anything more complicated like a gallery or a diamond merchant.

After spending a few days learning about the architecture surrounding each of the shops, Harry got ready for a night of the burglary. He packed his bag and placed it underneath the bed before he unrolled an electronic rope ladder. When he got to the bottom he pressed a button on a controller he had in his pocket, and he watched as the ladder slowly drew the ladder back up. Once it was back up in the window of the room he'd paid for, Harry went off to commit his first burglary.

He had no trouble getting into the shop in Ryde; all he needed to do was first put the alarm out of commission before he began cutting his way into the shop and getting in from there. He only needed to cut a small hole in, and after that he slowly squeezed himself through the gap, slowly and gently folding and twisting his body and twisting himself in, like a snake, until he was fully inside the shop. Once he straightened himself up, stretching his arms and legs and getting a nice few pops in return, he got straight to work. He was in and out within twenty minutes.

The second burglary was just as simple, but it was the first burglary that would be the problem.

Harry had just finished putting the alarms out of condition and he had just made the hole before he started to squeeze himself into the hole. He stretched one arm through the hole to act as as a grapple before he laid his head down as flat as it would go and he began to push himself through, squeezing himself in while he used his legs to push himself in before he was through.

Harry stretched out a little bit before he took his torch out and he began to have a look around. The jewellery shop wasn't that much bigger than some of the stores he had seen on the island, and he took the drill he had been using on the last two burglaries on the locks. He opened three of the cases and then emptied them into the already full bag he had stuffed full of jewellery from the previous two break-ins, but before he could even touch the jewellery inside the case, he froze when he heard voices outside and he quickly turned the torch off, thankful it had been on the floor and wasn't immediately visible to anyone outside.

He went very still and he listened in.

He didn't have long to wait.

"Okay, get those alarms sorted out. We won't have long."

"Alright, Paul."

Two voices so far, Harry mused to himself as he continued to listen.

"What are you gonna do with your share?" a third voice asked.

"Get as far from this island as possible," a fourth voice replied.

Four burglars? That's a bit overkill, isn't it for a place this small? he asked himself.

Suddenly Harry grimaced when he saw the bright flash of the cutting torch they were going to use. He bit his lip, knowing that in a few seconds from now someone was going to discover the hole he had cut, and sure enough…

"Hold on, where did this hole come from?"

And… "Paul…. someone's busted this alarm. It's a professional job."

Silence. And then…. "Someone's inside, or they've already finished," this 'Paul' stated.

"What do we do?"

Paul blew out a deep breath. "We still go in."

"But if someone's been in there-," the fourth guy began, but Paul spoke over him.

"We have been planning this burglary for some time. We deliberately chose this one so we can get to the mainland quickly. We have the car near the ferry terminal."

"I said we should have gone to the one in Ryde-!"

"Or to the one in Shanklin-"

"no. Yes, we could have gone to either of them, but this place is closer to the ferry than the one in Ryde. We may have left pictures and footage on CCTV if we had chosen the shops in either Shanklin or Ryde. We needed to get to the mainland quickly and quietly."

This guy is good, Harry thought to himself.

"Paul, I've just had a thought. What if he's still inside the shop?"

Harry closed his eyes, cursing the synaptic firework explosion that had just gone in the mind of the burglar who'd come up with that thought.

When Paul spoke again he sounded both annoyed and frustrated. "Well, we'll just have to make sure he isn't. Charlie, stay out here, make sure he doesn't get out."

Harry was just thinking to himself this Charlie would have problems doing that just as he heard Charlie's acknowledgement while Harry went underneath the counter after making sure he grabbed all of his tools while mentally thinking it was a pity he'd only broken into a few of the cases but it couldn't be helped. It took only a few minutes before three-quarters of the gang finished the work and broke in. Harry remained where he was as they came in like a bull in a China shop.

"How could someone squeeze through a gap like that?" one of the gang was saying.

"Does it matter?"

"Yes, it does," the burglar who'd brought up the matter of the gap said persistently.

Paul instantly shut him up. "It looks like we spooked him. The gap is weird, yeah, but we're in here now and some of the jewellery is still inside the cases. Now…shut up and quit this guesswork, and let's just get on with it. We've only got a few hours before daybreak."

Harry sat back in his space. He only felt a small amount of discomfort being squeezed in this space. As part of his self-taught contortionist training, Harry had trained himself to get as much comfort in as small and confined spaces as he could find. This was nothing. In any case, he had cast a simple notice-me-not charm on himself so the gang wouldn't notice or see him even if they saw the sight of one of his fingers sticking out. Harry closed his eyes and went into a meditative state while he sat it out, paying only half of his attention to the burglary going on around him.

Finally, Harry came out of his trance when something Paul said got through his filtering mechanism.

"Right, that's as good as it's going to get," he said, "I had hoped we'd get it all, but there's nothing we can do about that. We're just going to have to thank whoever the bastard who got in before us didn't manage to get into all the cases, so we've got some of our own. Now let's get out of here - we've got a ferry to catch."

Harry listened as the gang got out of the jewellery shop but he didn't move until he was certain they were gone. Finally, he unfolded himself with practiced skill, and he stood up, dragging his bags with him as he stood up. He cast a single look around the shop, noting every single case had been broken into and everything was gone. Harry sighed and he admitted defeat, but he was pleased he had managed to burgle the shops in Newport and in Ryde although he had avoided the one in Shanklin because he hadn't wanted to go too far overboard.

Harry grabbed his things - the tools and the bag full of jewellery, and he poked his head slowly out of the now open door.

"Homenum revellio," he cast the spell.

No-one was nearby hiding or lying in wait. Paul and those other burglars had genuinely thought he must have found another way out just as they were about to break in without realising the truth. It made no difference. Harry walked through the streets, keeping the notice-me-not charm on himself as he headed back to the rented car he'd gotten for his time on the island.

He slipped inside and he closed the door, taking the charm off on the way. He smirked as he thought about the calling-cards he had left in the two jewellery shops he'd burgled before coming here, to Cowes. When the police found them at the shops, they would probably think he was behind this one in Cowes, although they might wonder why he hadn't left a sign for them to find, and he didn't really care either way. The important part was over. He had done what he had set out to achieve and he had succeeded for the most part, and he didn't really give a damn how those other burglars felt that he had gotten in before them. He smirked wider as he wondered how they would take it, but it was irrelevant. They would find out much later when they got to the mainland.

And as he got on the catamaran the next day, drinking his hot chocolate on the trip back home, he thought about those burglars again and he considered their reactions to the news that they were going to be hit with soon. He wondered if they would have a heart attack before going into shock over the news.

Rag-Doll was back.