Truth Hurts
"Chapter One"

Sitting in the window seat of an airplane headed toward America, Harry Potter took a much needed relaxing breath. He had decided to move when he divorced his wife, taking the much wanted change.

Ginny hadn't been a terrible choice to marry. They had loved each other truly. Although Ginny couldn't handle the many intrusions into her life that came with being married to Harry Potter.

Alexi Molly Potter. His daughter, had been the hardest person to leave behind. Alexi would be entering her fifth year at Hogwarts.

Growing up with the Dursley's had taught him to cherish family moments. He planned on never leaving Alexi without a father in her life. Him moving across the Atlantic would not stop their relationship.

Slowly he began to relax, while thinking of where to go from here.

He decided to live modestly. Even though he owned two pure blood fortunes. Making him Lord Potter-Black, with three seats in the Wizengamot.

His plane was about to land, as he heard the captain announce they have all electronics off and for them to buckle up. Slowly he held the off button on his cell phone, waiting for the tell tale beep announcing its switch to a black screen.

Idly he realized he could see himself in the blank screen. Albeit with warped black shaded colors. He relished in the rugged look he received back. The tell tale lightning shaped scar was risen and red around the edges. He had never been able to get it to change, trying many topical potions and muggle creams. Emerald eyes shone back in a haunted sort of way, seaming to change colors in different light. His midnight colored hair was now flecked with gray, giving him the salt and pepper look accustomed to someone of his age.

Someone of his age. Now that was something he never thought he'd live to say. Having an infamous Dark Lord after him, for something out of his control, sure did put a perspective on things.

He had no family that he could think of, other than his daughter, who had survived the war. Of course, he didn't think of the Dursley's as family. Sure he had moved on from them, and all but erased those scars from his mind. The physical scars weren't so easy though.

As he first set foot in Hogwarts, he did not know the destiny that awaited him. Ha! Destiny. He scoffed at the idea. Nothing was ever set in stone. Now, little spherical balls, Maybe. It didn't mean they had to follow the 'destiny.'

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies. And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not. And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives. The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…"

Harry recited the Prophecy in his head. Such a simple way to end someone's life. Tell a prophecy about them.

Harry was jumbled from his thoughts as the plane gave a distinct jerk. Causing his neck to pop as it hit the top of the cushioned seat. Groaning in discomfort, Harry glanced out the window to see blacktop coming up to greet the airplane and its passengers.

In what seemed like minutes, the people around him were standing from their seats and grabbing their carry-on's. Luckily for him all he had was a carry-on. Magic was a wonderful method.

Walking down the long isle seemed to take forever, as everyone seemed to be walking one shuffled step at a time. Harry could see the captain and a stewardess dismissing each passenger as if they were at a formal gathering.

Oh god. Smile and nod Harry! Smile and nod! He thought as he approached the two.

"Hope you enjoyed the flight sir!" The stewardess announced as she bobbed on the balls of her feet in a peppy way, making her caramel colored hair bob at the sides of her face . Her hands clasped behind her back in a formal fashion. Someone had to much coffee in their sugar today! Harry though sarcastically. Letting a sly smirk reach his lips at the private joke.

Stepping off the plane and into the tunnel, Harry felt his ears pop in the hollow sound reverberating off the too wide area. Making him feel as if he were in a black hole. Now that's morbid, Harry! Were just entering the black hole of America! Politician's snack on the bones of the malleable, and Lawyers lie their asses to hell! Hmm. . . Speaking of snacking, I'm hungry! Where's a take out restaurant when you need it?

Harry slowly made his way out of the Sioux Falls international airport. Not taking in the rush of people around him, but the blatantly obvious strict security. What do they think I'm going to do? Bring a bomb onto a plane? Hey, I wonder what would happen if I yelled 'bomb' on my next flight! Ha! Not to self; Add to future prank list!

As Harry walked into the fresh nights air, he breathed a sigh of relief. It was nice to be on the ground. Sure he loved flying. Albeit, on a broom which he could control. Not a 2 ton metal contraption which was powered by science. What did they think he was? Isaac Newton? No, he much proffered the unbelievable and magically powered items he came into contact with.

"Robert Singer!" Harry heard a nearby voice yell. He ground his teeth in frustration. It's Bobby! Stupid idiot.

One stipulation of him moving to America. He had to change his name in order to gain citizenship. The American Magical Government were putting him in a magical version of witness protection agency. Courtesy of the advice from Ron Weasly, Current Minister for Magic of the British Isles. Ron had been worried about the rise in corrupt magic in the States, so he had contacted the government and made a deal. They could claim to have the most powerful wizard in their population, and Harry could get the needed break he so desperately wanted.

"I'm Bobby Singer." Harry said as he walked toward the man in a black suit, holding a white cardboard sign with his new name plastered with permanent marker in big block words.

"Oh, great. Sir, I'm Garry Koop, here to escort you to your new estate." The man said in a pleasant tone.

Harry watched in slow motion as Gary, as he introduced himself, reached for the door handle of the limo he was standing near. "Whoa! Whoa! The Government sent a Limo and a Shofer?" Harry said in excitement. "I said something 'simple'. Not something to tell people I'm loaded."

"Sir, The Government has sent myself, and the limousine as a welcoming gift. I am hear to escort you to your new estate." Gary said, still holding the door open. "If you would, Sir."

Harry begrudgingly entered the back seat of the limo. Not looking at Gary as he shut the door. Nor as he entered the drivers seat and started the car.

Glancing out the tinted windows, Harry noticed how awkward the lights looked in the glass. Almost as if they were warming him from the inside. As he looked toward the sky, he began to drift in and out of sleep. The long flight starting to take its toll on his aging body.

The next thing he knew, he was being addressed by Gary from the outside of the car, as he held the door open. "Sir, We've arrived"

"What?" Harry asked in a groggy state. "Oh, yea." Stepping from the limo, Harry got his first look at where he would be staying. Before him stood a replica of Greaves Hall in Lancashire, England.

So much for living simply. . .

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