HP : TRIUMPH

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So sorry about the delay chaps. School is taking a bit more time and energy then I had anticipated, especially when paired with part time work.

Warning: Violence/abuse in this chapter

closer to finishing.

Harry cleared his throat at the three around the table.

"I need the table now. Move."

They did so reluctantly, taking camp on the coffee table. Harry smiled and with a flick of his wand had set the table. By the time dessert rolled around every was contentedly full and Loraine and Hermione were poking fun at him teasing him about being able to cook better then any mother they had ever known. Harry just rolled his eyes at them and ignored Ron as he joined in after tasting the cake for dessert.

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"It seems a bit…rough." Hermione said tentatively.

"I like it." Harry grinned widely, showing all his teeth.

Ron and Hermione hesitantly slid in the doorway while Harry strode in as if he belonged, and in some ways perhaps he did. More then a few eyes jumped to the trio as they were the only humans in the bar. A few gazes lit with recognition and Harry was quickly called over to a group of goblins, only two recognizing him from his last visit. He joined with a feral grin and twitching fingers, his knife loose in his boot.

He took a seat and joined in the game, sending a sharp smirk at a grumbling goblin

paid for new robes for the two for school. Under Ron's complaints he said the boy could work a day at his café to pay it off if he wanted too.

When robes, books, and potion ingredients were out of the way they migrated back to Diagon for the more fun shopping. Hermione and Ron had a brief argument before Santinus and Hermione headed for the book store and Ron for the Quidditch store. Valentine just chuckled and took on a bench.

Harry stood in the middle of the crowd for a moment and pondered what store to enter. Follow his friends or head for the sweet store….

An aged hand clamped on his shoulder and Harry visibly startled before looking up at the hand's owner. An icy pit of dread formed in his stomach and for a brief moment he felt his heart stop. Dumbledore was staring down at him with disappointed baby blue eyes.

"Harry, my boy." He greeted. "It was a very bad thing you did, running away from your aunt's this summer."

He knew. Oh, gods, he knew Harry had been missing.

"Your aunt was very worried."

About getting caught, Harry thought. He started to tremble.

"Where did you hide out Harry?"

Harry didn't answer, a touch of relief lighting up as he realized Dumbledore didn't know where he had been, where his home and store were, he'd only caught him by chance out shopping. Something brushed across his mind and he ripped his eyes from baby blues ones. He knew Legilimency when he felt it now. He didn't have the shields to stop Dumbledore though..

Come along. I'll take you to your aunt's house now. We'll get young Ronald to get your things when he comes shopping." Dumbledore said soothingly, tightening his hand on Harry's shoulder.

Harry looked up, frantic for help. Valentine had seen what was happening and was quickly hurrying towards them, eyes narrowed. Santinus was weaving through the crowd, also having sensed his distress, hands ready with long claws. Hermione had grabbed Ron and was holding him back, dragging him out of sight. Smart ol' Hermione.

With a sharp crack they were gone. Harry stumbled and looked up. Terror sent his heart into overdrive. He was on Privet Drive number four. His magic rose to the surface, bubbling with his fright. Then something cold clamped around his neck and his magic vanished. Harry screamed as he felt his magic suck into his core and locked. He couldn't feel his magic! There was just a void that throbbed painfully!

He felt hollow as he frantically tugged at the metal band around his neck. Why wasn't their a seam!? A lock!? A hinge?! He couldn't even get his fingernails between the band and his neck. His breathing became erratic in his panic and hollow pain.

"Calm down Harry." Dumbledore said soothingly, kneeling beside him, hands on his shoulder. "That necklace will just make sure no accidental magic occurs. I will remove it when you return to Hogwarts. I worried about you getting another warning from the ministry like second year and third year."

Dumbledore gave him a reassuring squeeze and patted his shoulder as he stood again.

"Not the most fashionable thing for a boy your age but you won't even notice it I'm sure. It'll help keep you and your family safe my boy. Now, there are about two weeks till school, but it should be enough to get the shields fully charged for the year again. I know you don't enjoy it here my boy, but for yours and their safety, you just need to put up with it for the next while."

Harry moaned in terror and a pain that made him feel hollow. He felt so incomplete. He frantically tried to pull his magic past the barrier keeping it caged. He shuddered as hot fire burned through his veins, obviously from the attempts. He stopped and felt his magic roar and swirl beyond the barrier. It hurt so much. He couldn't feel his precious magic. He felt like something had been ripped away cruelly and hidden just out of sight. He shut down for a few minutes and only blindly followed the headmaster who had a hold on his arm. Harry wanted to collapse and scream.

A knock and the next thing Harry knew he was facing Vernon.

"I found him in Diagon." Dumbledore said good naturedly. "The necklace will stop his magic and I've put a ward around your house. He will not be able to leave the property. An extra ward will keep out any owls so not to bother you as you requested. Now Harry, you be good. Don't worry your family like that again. Have a good summer."

Everything was going to fast! He couldn't comprehend every action. He was only half aware of himself in his silent panic. His magic was gone! Anger wanted to erupt into white hot rage at those who had done this to him, but the fear and the pain kept the anger subdued for now. He half gasped half gagged as he felt his heart skip a beat and continue on erratically. His fingers and toes had gone numb and the world was far to tilted.

And then Dumbledore was gone.

Harry looked up through bleary eyes and saw his life flash by as he saw the anger in Vernon's.

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Harry shivered as he lay on the floor. He took some comfort in the solidness of the wood floor beneath him, fingers gripping at the wood till splinters were in them. He was so sore. His body was battered and he was quite sure his right wrist was broken. Vernon didn't quite understand that Harry's body was as fragile as it looked, even more so against his own considerable weight.

Harry staggered into a sitting position and held his hand close to his body and tried to stop his trembling with will power alone. It didn't work. He was too conditioned to the fear that Vernon would return at any moment and hit him again. And there was still that empty void that was taking all his feeling away, he didn't feel at all fine, or normal, or okay. Everything was absolutely wrong.

He checked over his injuries in the silence of his dust coated room. Bloody belt marks marred his back and bruises littered his chest. When he breathed it hurt and some prodding led him to believe he had bruised or cracked some ribs. His right wrist was broken and one of his ankles felt sprained. His glasses were long since broken and his clothes were now bloody and torn. Even his hair was now tangled, and he hadn't regretted the length before Vernon decided it was a very good grip hold. Luckily he had not been carrying much on his person besides his satchel and that had been dropped when Dumbledore had grabbed him in the alley. With luck Valentine would have it.

Vernon had shook him pretty good to before kicking him around and even now Harry felt dizzy.

But he didn't quite find himself caring about anything but the hollowness. The bruises and bones felt like nothing compared to the emptiness he felt. He had this strange disconnected feeling that was so bad he sometimes forgot to breathe until he stuttered and gasped. It was as if he was far too small for his body now and his life support was gone. He could barely think of anything for longer then a few seconds before he zoned out.

He felt at the barrier around his magic and prodded it again; the familiar burst of fiery pain showed it was still strong. Harry whimpered. He prodded again. Fiery, glass-in-his-veins, red-hot pain. He couldn't get past the barrier. He tried to turn his thoughts away from the empty pain that had filled in for his magic.

Vernon had gone easy on him this time. The man had to go back to work and had only come home for a while as Dumbledore had contacted him. He would be back tonight though and Harry knew he would be in for a world of pain. The man had threatened to kill him if he was brought back. He'd been brought back and while Harry doubted the man would ever actually kill him, he might do so unintentionally when beating him. Vernon had a temper and his temper had always been focused at Harry. Harry had always had magic to make him more durable though.

Harry drifted back to his magic and took a breath before slamming into the barrier. Pain so intense rocked his body that his vision went white and when it cleared he was convulsing on the floor in agony, his body quivering without his numb mind to notice.

Harry looked to the heavy wardrobe but knew he would not be able to move. He pulled himself to his feet, limping and shaking badly from the effort and the pain (physically, mental, and magically). He grabbed the desk chair and jammed it under the door knob and hoped to god it would hold until someone could save him.

Then he collapsed and dragged himself under his bed to the far corner, feeling safer in the small space, before falling into a cross between unconsciousness and sleep.

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END OF CHAPTER 25, AUGUST 21st AND 22nd.

I would also like to say for any who may have thought of it, I'm not making a stereotypical evil Dumbledore. I merely made him an old man who may make mistakes. He is unaware of the abuse or pain Harry is suffering. More will be talked about it later.

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