HP : TRIUMPH

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Harry woke slowly, confused as to why he had woke. Then he heard the faint knocking. He leapt to his feet, slipping out of his sleeping bag and hurrying from his room and down two sets of stairs. He slid to a stop in front of the door and popped it open to find three men and a woman standing outside.

"Can I help you?" he asked.

"We're the warders you hired." The tallest man said cheerfully.

Harry frowned.

"I had not known Griphook had replied to my note."

"Oh!" the man blinked. "I forgot. Here."

He turned to the last of the men, shorter then all the rest, and Harry found Hedwig resting on his shoulder. She flapped over to Harry who untied the message from her leg.

The warders shall see you early morning. They are able to be trusted to a limited degree.

Griphook

Harry twitched but opened the door wider.

"Please come in, and excuse my attire."

He was dressed in some black pyjamas. At least they were just plain and not at all embarrassing.

"Nice gardens." The third guys said.

"Thank you." Harry smiled pleasantly.

With garden supplies things had gone much faster. He'd dug up all the old weeds and upturned all the dirt, mixing in some fertilizer. Then he'd planted all the already-sprouting-flowers he'd bought. He'd even gone back for more. The front garden was filled and flourishing. The back yard he'd planted seeds for flowers and converted one of the large center gardens into a vegetable garden. He'd mixed carrot seeds, turnip seeds, beet seeds, and other vegetables amongst the flower gardens.

Harry sheepishly smiled at the four when they saw the empty house.

"I apologize for the lack of seats. I just moved in yesterday and haven't gone to get my furniture yet."

"It's fine." The only woman said gruffly. "What wards did you want up? The goblin Griphook gave us just a standard list. Anti-fire, anti-termite, and anti-pest wards. He also said you needed wards to keep muggle electricity and appliances working. He also suggested you get wards around all the windows so that should you perform magic it will look like regular stuff to the muggles outside."

"Could you do that last one on my greenhouse also, along with the Anti-fire one."

"Yup." The woman nodded pulling a pad of paper and pencil out.

She scribbled it down while the three men glanced around, leaving the conversation to her.

"Can I have wards around the place that stop me from being tracked?"

"Yup. We can do that. We can add ones that also strip off tracking charms as you enter too. Same for other people and owls."

"Perfect. What do you have in way of security wards?"

"Griphook said you wouldn't need those." She said.

"What? Why?"

She looked up at him and blinked.

"Cause he said you have a rare type of blood ward around the place."

"I thought that would be destroyed when I left my Aunt's house."

"You don't know anything about wards do you kid?"

"No." he admitted.

"Well blood wards are the strongest wards you can make as they tie in with blood obviously. The strongest type is created when someone tied very closely, sibling or parent or child, sacrifice their life and magic for the recipient. They have to do it of free will though and at the moment when the one it's targeting is in danger. They also have to be fully aware of what they're doing as some of it takes spells beforehand and preparation such as runes in the area and spells cast around the recipient. When the sacrifice dies, their magic, blood, and life force mix together in a very complex ward. If the recipient is a child like you were they have to stay with someone who shares their blood to allow the blood ward to settle and anchor. When they officially become an adult, recognized by magic, such as coming of age, the blood ward untangles from the other blood relative who helped keep it anchored until the child was able to fully anchor it themselves. Then wherever they consider home, the blood wards settle. You've accepted this place as your home and so the blood wards that are tied to your life, blood, and magic recognize this place as your home. They've already almost fully settled around the property."

Harry stared in shock. He'd always expected that when he came of age the blood wards would shatter, that's why he would have been free to leave his aunts. But no, it wasn't that they would shatter, it was that they would newly settle around where he considered home. 'But magic has to recognize my adult status.' He frowned. Then he glanced to the Potter ring. Of course.

"And what do blood wards do exactly?" He asked suspiciously.

"Well most protect an area from intruders intending harm, not letting them past a certain point. The stronger ones will even hide the place from people wishing it harm. No intruder will be able to cast harmful spells in the house either. The level of blood ward you have though, with your mother's sacrifice and preparation, has never been recorded. We know it has happened in the past, but just too far back to have accurate records. The preparation this ward takes and the knowledge that they will die is usually too tricky to plan."

Harry nodded to himself slowly. Then he started to think, pushing the blood ward from his mind.

"Are there wards that can tell me who has entered my property?"

"Yup. Some can even tell you if they have magic."

"I want that one."

"You'll need somewhere for the wards magic to focus to tell you who has entered, like some spelled parchment."

"Fine. Are there also wards I can use that stop portkey and apparation?"

"Yup. You may want one area in the house that is free of those, only large enough for one or two people to stand in as an escape route."

"I'll circle an area. And are there wards I can get to lock the place down, say I don't want anyone getting out or in?"

"Yup."

"Wards that can lock everyone out?"

"Yup."

"Good. That's all I can think of at the moment."

"We'll get started immediately then. This will most likely take all of the next two weeks at the least."

"That is fine. Did Griphook discuss payment with you?"

"Yup. That's taken care of."

"Good."

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Harry straightened his hair as much as he could as he disembarked the Knight bus, papers tucked under one arm. He'd left the warders to start their stuff while he'd hurried off to his scheduled driving test. He was also here an hour early for the lesson things. He'd read his books over a few times in the last two nights and had seen enough people drive to get an idea of what he had to do.

As he walked into the government building he found it was fairly empty and even the people inside were being helped quickly and efficiently.

"If only the Ministry was like this." He snorted headed for an empty counter.

The woman behind the counter looked up at him and eyed him with a blank expression.

"Good morning, how may I help you?"

"I'm here for some driving lessons."

She eyed him suspiciously and took the papers he slid to her. She read over them, a spell around them seemed to activate and she got a fuzzy smile.

"Of course, I'll get your instructor here. I'll keep these papers and file them. When you're finished with the instructor he will also give you your test. He'll send you in here once he's finished."

Harry nodded and soon found himself getting into a car with a podgy man with a grey moustache who was eagerly pointing everything out to him.

.-.

Harry fingered the green 'N' once again as he walked up the path to his house. It was quite nice to have it in his hands. And all it had taken was some goblin research, blackmail, and spells to let him have it at just under fourteen.

He chuckled and stepped in the front room to raise a brow at the four wizards standing around a hole in his floor. He cleared his throat and they spun around in surprise. Then they all looked away sheepishly. Harry walked up to the hole and looked in top find they had dug a very deep hole, somehow missing all the important things, and at the very bottom of the hole they had a large smooth granite cube.

"What, is that?" he asked calmly, eye twitching.

He did not like finding a hole in his new house floor.

"Well…." The tallest man said looking away as he scratched the back of his neck. "We decided the wards would be better if we could anchor them with a keystone. And the goblins even had some on them! Four more are at the very corners of your property."

Harry twitched and the man hurried on.

"They're all to help make the wards stronger. We found that when they were positioned your blood wards also strengthened and anchored much quicker. They even helped us throw up our wards faster. Instead of two weeks we only need about two days. The keystones we got straight from the goblins to, so no chance of mishap or fraud. You can ask them if you want!"

Harry narrowed his eyes at them.

"And what are you going to do about the hole in my floor." Harry hissed.

"We'll fix it right now!" He yelped pulling his wand out.

All four quickly pushed all the dirt back in overtop of the stone and spelled the wood and cement for the foundations together, then seamlessly put his floor back together. Harry gave a curt nod.

"Good."

Then he gave a pointed look to the tallest of the four. The man grinned.

"We'll be at it a few more hours then we'll return tomorrow for a few hours. Then it should be good. The keystones are a great help and surprisingly the blood wards are helping all the other wards anchor. Oh! And Kate has the parchment attached to your perimeter wards."

Harry accepted the flattened parchment from the woman and looked it over. It listed four names on it.

John Jackson

Henry Jacob

Kate Smith

William Weasely.

Harry looked up at the man sharply taking in his red hair and freckles. Yes. He was a Weasely. Harry frowned. He hadn't heard much about this Weasely, only that he was a curse breaker. The man saw him frowning.

"Sorry for not introducing myself earlier. Don't worry! I won't tell on you or anything. We all swore oaths not to give out any information on our clients when we joined and swear it ever new case. So I couldn't tell if I wanted to." He said smiling.

"I thought you were a cursebreaker." Harry said simply.

"I am. Cursebreaker is just the step beyond Warder. I was in Britain for a few days and was pulled onto this case. It pays well so I don't mind."

Harry gave a short nod and dropped his stuff on the kitchen counter and stepped back outside to do the next chore, trying to will away the anxiety at almost being caught.

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Harry hurried off the Knight bus hissing his displeasure at the fast and bumpy ride. As he got off he glanced around and found Mrs. Figg just stepping out of her house. He waved cheerfully to her and almost saw her sigh in relief. He sent her an odd frown and hurried up to the door of Privet Drive # 4. He could still see Mrs. Figg watching so he stepped in without knocking. He found the place, luckily, empty of Vernon and Dudley. Petunia though had been watching a talk show. She looked at him sharply and he face was taken over by an ugly frown.

"What are you doing here?" She hissed jumping up.

"I came to talk quickly." He said back calmly.

"Talk." She said curtly.

"I'm not coming back after this." He cleared up. "But I need your help for something."

How he hated asking. But Griphook had no experience with this.

"What?" she asked sourly.

"I need your help buying a car." He said blandly, trying to keep all his emotions reigned in tightly.

He'd found a book at the beginning of summer down in Vertical Alley's bookstore on something called Occlumency. He had started the meditating step and it had helped greatly in controlling his temper. Especially since he practiced this meditating every morning and night.

"What?" She hissed. "Why would you need a car? Where would you get the money?"

She snapped her answers at him high speed.

"I got permission." He said grinding his teeth, not wanting to deal with her. "My dad left me some money and told me to get a car, to enjoy life."

Big fat lie. But he'd said it so straight faced he was proud. She narrowed his eyes at him.

"Why should I help you?" She asked.

"I'll give you fifty pounds."

"One hundred."

"Seventy-five."

"Deal. Let me grab my purse."

Soon they were pulling out of the driveway in the second car and Harry and Petunia were both smiling pleasantly at Mrs. Figg as they drove off. They smiles vanished as she was out of sight.

"Has she been asking around?" Harry asked softly, trying to be polite.

"Yes." Petunia scowled. "We told her you were out a lot at the library."

'Good thinking.' Harry thought privately.

"If they ask later tell them I'm at camp. If they check or don't believe you tell them I ran."

She snorted.

"Already planned. We aren't going to be blamed for any of this."

Harry gave a curt nod and they drove in silence until they came up to the closest car dealership. Soon they were sitting in a small office hammering out the details of paying for the car Harry wanted. The man was giving him a rundown on insurance, gas, car styles, and everything else Harry would possibly need to know. An hour later Harry was looking over a sleek silver car that had a large trunk, four seats, was automatic, and had good gas mileage. It was top of the line and very highly liked. It was perfect. Harry slapped the pounds his aunt's hand and hissed a warning to her.

"Make sure you answer the questions any wizard asks you pleasantly. That should alleviate most suspicion."

She made a sour face then eyed him.

"Goodbye." She said curtly, turning on her heels and striding away.

"Goodbye." Harry replied softer then before, eyes downcast.

Oh, he hated the Durselys, that was true. But there was something about goodbyes he both hated and loved. He smiled and slid into the driver seat of his car.

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Harry dragged the bags from the trunk of his car and hauled them inside where he found the four wizards panting from their seats on the floor.

"Hey." Bill said tiredly, absently waving at him. "Wards are done."

"Perfect." Harry smirked. "Now you can help me carry my groceries and supplies in."

There were groans. Harry gave an innocent pout.

"You wouldn't make me carry them all by myself." He said pitifully.

The four dragged themselves up looking sheepish.

"Of course not." Kate said softly, smiling kindly at him. "Come on guy we can help him out."

Harry smirked at their backs. Oh, he was enjoying bonding with his Slytherin side.

He followed the group out and helped them unload. His whole back seat, front passenger seat, and trunk were full of bags.

"What did you buy?" The shorter man, John, asked, staring at the bags.

"Some food, but mostly appliances. You know, utensils, pots, pans, plates, bowls, cups, containers, bathroom supplies, and stuff. I didn't want to get everything before I had picked my decorating themes for each room, but I got some stuff." Harry admitted smiling.

Bill and the other man, Henry were to busy looking his car over to grab the first load.

"This is awesome." Henry said gleefully. "I heard that muggles drive them everywhere and they can get as fast as a Nimbus 2000."

Harry smiled at the man.

"Some used in racing sports can go even faster then the firebolt."

The man gaped and Bill grinned.

"Cool."

Harry laughed and watched as Kate got the three to start unloading. Harry had them just set all the stuff in his empty living room. When the car was empty, Harry slid in and bid the four farewell.

"Shopping again?" Bill grinned.

"Yup. I have to get some furniture."

"Good luck."

Harry smiled and watched them walk back inside and up to the third floor where the took turns stepping onto the spot just in front of the stairs. It was the only place on his property that would allow Portkeys and apparation. It would even allow them if someone put their own anti-portkey and anti-apparation wards up. Then Harry smiled and pulled out of his driveway.

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