HP : TRIUMPH

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mall to the apparation point. Harry paused a moment to remember the coordinates that Sirius had wrote for him when sending the tickets. He grabbed Xi-Wong and with a crack they appeared on an old hillside.

"Help me look for a boot." Harry said to the confused Xi-Wong. "Sirius said you had to catch a portkey in and they ran every two hours here. If we find it in the next five minutes we can catch the ride, if not we have to wait two more hours."

They found the boot in under two minutes. Grabbing a hold of it they were swept off. They landed on a hill similar to the one they had been on. The only difference was this one was overlooking a huge stadium and a huge camp beside a forest. Xi-Wong wrinkled his nose in a frown while Harry grinned. He reached into his satchel and pulled free a summing slip. Pushing magic into it, it exploded in a cloud of smoke. When the smoke cleared Harry found himself face to face with a 'Knife Bird'. It chirped mechanically.

"Please lead me to the other summoner here."

Tracking Demon Beasts had the ability to sense necromancers which were fairly uncommon. The knife bird squawked but took off at a pace Harry could follow.

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"Harry."

His name was only a breathless whisper of relief from the tall redhead. Valentine picked him up like he was nothing but a small child and stroked his hair with on free hand as he hugged Harry close.

"We were worried." Valentine breathed as he buried his face in Harry's hair. "Your magic was tied to your wards in a way and we felt it flare in one brilliant burst."

Harry shrugged the knowledge away as he clung to the tall vampire.

"I missed you." He admitted.

Even if it had only been a day he'd missed his friends. He felt Valentine's natural wild magic brush against his own and took comfort in the familiarity. Harold clapped him on the back as he absently examined Xi-Wong from the corner of his eyes. Dudley had appeared amazed at Xi-Wong's appearance and was shyly sitting next to the demon at the table. The tent they had set up was nice, but not extravagant. It had two bedrooms, a large living room, a small cooking area, and a bathroom.

"We'll have to set up a bed on one of the couches for our new guest." Valentine said softly.

"I brought my own tent." Harry replied.

"Ah." Valentine said. "Do you wish for help setting it up?"

"That would be nice."

They slipped from the tent and right next to it set up Harry's smaller one. When it was set up and the magic activated Harry stepped in. It was the same from Egypt with a small sitting room and kitchen, a bedroom and bathroom. The sitting room had two chairs and a small wooden table. The bedroom had a twin bed. Tan rugs covered the floor to match the tan walls. Harry lit the lamp hanging above the table as it was around six and from their position in the valley of the hill the sun was fading.

"Hey!"

Harry jolted at the familiar cry.

He hurried out the door, Valentine hot on his heels. He stepped out to find Ron Weasely pointing at Dudley with a frown. Ron himself was standing in front of the next tent over. Arthur Weasely was crouched beside him happily trying to light a fire with muggle matches. Ron caught sight of Harry while Dudley frowned in confusion.

"Harry!"

Harry grinned at Ron and hugged him back as the boy clamped him in a hug.

"Harry's here?" Came a familiar voice.

Hermione flew from the tent and squealed launching herself at the two boys. They all went down in a heap, laughing.

"Harrykins is here?"

The two twins quickly joined them in the dog pile while Arthur watched smiling but bemused and Percy sniffed. Ginny stood beside them smiling slightly. When they stood Harry smiled at all his friends.

"How lucky can you get?" Ron asked with a grin, "Camping right next to us?"

Harry laughed and clapped him on the back.

"I thought you couldn't come Harry." Arthur frowned. "Dumbledore said you couldn't."

"Last minute change of plans." He said smoothly. "And I ended up with my own tickets, but thanks for inviting me."

Arthur relaxed and smiled.

"And who are your friends Harrykins?" George and Fred asked together.

Valentine mouthed the nickname back at him and Harry shot him a frown.

"This is my cousin Dudley." Harry said easily pointing to Dudley who waved shyly.

The twins frowned and Harry sent them a stern expression and they held their hands up in surrender.

"And this is Valentine and Harold. They're both friends of the family sent to watch over us while we're here."

The two gave short nods of their heads and shook Arthur's hand.

"And this is Xi-Wong, a neighbour." Harry smiled. "He decided to camp with us instead of alone."

Xi-Wong gave a curt bow of his head.

"Ah, well, I'm going to keep trying to get my fire going." Arthur said jovially.

Harry waved to Dudley and handed him one of the bags from shopping. Dudley looked at it confused.

"It has hotdogs, marshmallows, and some smokies in it with all the buns and condiments." Harry grinned at the boy. "You can share with the Weasely family. Arthur will love it. Put the extras in the icebox."

Dudley nodded quickly and hurried over. Harry got dragged back to the Weasely side of the camp where Fred and George started in on some story, Ron eagerly helped Dudley with the food, and Hermione helped Arthur with the fire. Valentine dragged a chair over and watched the chaos with a smile and Harold disappeared back in their tents. Xi-Wong sat silently next to Valentine and the red head soon drew him into a soft spoken conversation.

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Harry looked at himself in the mirror and sighed before flattening his robes one last time. They were a beautiful mixture of dark forest green, dark wood brown, and black. They accented his slender figure and almost made him seem taller. His hair was pulled back in the customary braid and his ears held the small rubies. He made sure his wand was tucked away safely and his glasses were straight before finally stepping out of the tent.

Valentine was dressed in some robes a few shades lighter then his rust colored hair while Harold was wearing his suit and top hat from the eighteenth century. Dudley was dressed in some blue robes and looked slightly uncomfortable. Xi-Wong was dressed in plain black pants and a white button up shirt, his hair in the same ponytail and his shades still on.

"The Weasely family said they would meet us later." Harold said adjusting his hat.

"Let's set off then." Harry smiled, leading the way towards the stadium.

It only took them twenty minutes to get to the stadium. They only stopped to buy a few things from the vendors, mostly for Dudley who was fascinated. It took another ten minutes to make their way to the top box which was mostly empty except a nervous house elf sitting next to a seat that had a strong magical signature. Harry eyed the seat before taking a seat in the labelled seats. Xi-Wong stood behind him silently, not having or wanting a seat. It wasn't long before the minister bumbled in. He launched into a speech with the man following behind him, not even noticing Harry's group. Harry noted the man he was talking to looked important. The few people that followed behind them also looked to be varying degrees of importance.

When the minister did see them he frowned, first seeing Valentine who was lazily lounging on his seat. But then the man caught sight of Harry, or more importantly Harry's scar. Harry doubted the man would have recognized him if not for the scar. Harry had changed enough over the summer he doubted very many people would recognize him.

"Harry, my dear boy!" Fudge bumbled with a large smile.

"Good Evening Minister Fudge." Harry said. "And I would prefer it if you used my title."

Fudge's eyes fell to his ring finger and caught sight of the rings. He stared for a long moment then awkwardly coughed.

"Of course Lord Potter-Black. Would you do me the pleasure of introducing your friends?"

"This is Valentine Cross, a family Friend." Harry said courtesy. "Harold Van Den a close friend and tutor. Xi-Wong my guard. And last but not least my blood relative Dudley Dursely."

Fudge gave hurried greetings.

"And who is your friend minister?" Harry asked.

"Ah, this is the Bulgarian Minster. I've been showing him around but he can't understand a lick of English." Fudge bustled, dismissing the man.

Harry caught a spark in the man's eye.

"Hello Minister." Harry said fluently in Bulgarian.

The man's smile widened.

"Lord Potter-Black. We have heard of your power even in Bulgaria. Surviving a known death curse as a child is news that spreads."

"I must give much of that … praise to my mother." Harry said softly. "As she was the one to sacrifice herself for me."

"Ah." The minister said, "But you are powerful in your own right. A Necromancer that is strong in the Demon Arts and a magically and politically powerful person."

Harry bowed his head in acceptance, completely unsure of how he knew he was a necromancer, and the man turned to Fudge as he tried to take control of the conversation once again.

"I didn't know you knew Bulgarian Lord Potter-Black."

"I understand many languages." Harry said with a faint smirk.

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