Emerald Ice

It was funny to him, all of it was. The looks on there faces when he finally defeated his, no they're, enemies and disappeared before their very eyes. The way his parents' portraits protested loudly at his leaving. But the funniest thing to him was the fact that he was sitting in a private plane heading towards the Americas, that and the man dressed in drag next to him. It was all just very funny, though a bit exciting.

Harry Potter had to hold in his chuckle as he watched the open sky he was flying in. He supposed that this was much slower than riding his broom but he didn't want to have to ride his broom and get a wedgie or something much worse done to his family jewels, so he supposed this was a bit better. Rubbing his forehead as a migraine began to form he turned to the man-woman-person next to him.

Being gay Harry had some issues on how anyone dressed and this man did not do anything right. The mascara was fine but the eye-shadow clashed horribly with the dark purple gown s/he wore and the eye-liner was a mess. Of course he never told him this as he had had enough experience about nosing into other peoples' lives, so he chose to just look around the plane for the duration of his flight instead, but soon that got boring and he pulled out his newly bought black 2009 ipod and listened to freedom.

*****Skip to Flight Landing*****

Forks, Washington was definitely not how he pictured it but the town was small enough that he liked it. He had grown tired of crowded areas and this town seemed small and quiet enough to allow him to live the life he wanted. Grabbing his luggage he made his way to the car rental area and purchased a car and asked where to local realtors were at and found they were down five blocks from the air port.

Many eyes followed him on his way out and he didn't find it surprising since had changed his appearance for his new life. He had gotten rid of his glasses and had his eyes fixed by a medi-wizard before he left, the body of the scrawny twelve year old was gone and in its place was a well muscled body, though Harry was no longer short he was still tiny from mal-nourishment and only reached five-seven to his old five-four. His hair was now straighter and not it's normal messy black and reached down to the middle of his back. And his apparel had also changed, instead of baggy hand-me-downs he now wore tight black jeans and an emerald green button up silk shirt.

Smiling like a drunken moron he loaded his luggage and climbed into his rental car and drove to the realtors' office to find him a place.

*****Skip to his newly bought home*****

Harry closed the door behind him, waving to the nice woman who had sold him the place. The house was actually a log cabin in the middle of the woods. When he had first asked if they had a house for sale that was seclude he had gotten looks of curiosity and astonishment. And the first friend he made in the town.

*Flashback*

The bell gave off a jingle as the door pushed open and the various men and women looked up to see who had come in. Some of the women blushed and the men gave him weird looks, obviously they have never seen a male wear makeup before. One women snapped out of her daze and walked up to him with a bright welcoming smile on her face.

"Hello. Welcome to Forks, young man. What can we do for you?"She asked politely.

He smiled. "Thank you. My name is Harry Potter and I was going to inquire if you happened to have any houses for sale."

She gave a pleased smile and asked him to follow her to her desk. "You're obviously not from America, guessing from your accent. Where are you from?"

"I'm from Britain actually. Have you ever been there, Ms…?"He watched as she shuffled through papers and laid some on the counter for him to look through.

She shook her head. "No, I haven't. I would like to though. And my name is Emily Cross." She told him, and then she pointed to the papers. "Ok, so here we have three houses in town for sale and then two up in the woods. The ones in tow-"

"Sorry to interrupt, Ms. Cross, but could we look at the ones out of town?"He asked and she looked at him strangely for a moment but then nodded.

"Well, first we have the old Milton place. It's thirty acres of partially wooded land its roughly around $900,000 dollars. The house is a one story house, two bedrooms one bath and then your standard kitchen and dining room. The second is the Coventry cabin which is also a one story house but with four rooms, two bathrooms and the kitchen/dining room and it rests' on a hundred acres for $2.5 million." She informed him. Harry sat for a moment and thought on it then he pointed to the Coventry cabin.

"I will take this one. You can draw the money directly from my account." He smirked at her look of shock and gave her his account money and the name of his banker. "Is there any information you need from me before you show me were it is?"

"Well I do need your name then your number when you set it up and some other personal information about you on this form then we will go." She handed him a clipboard and he filled it out quickly, excited to see his home. He handed the paper back and she looked at it. Her eyes rounded and she looked from him to the paper then back again.

"YOU'RE ONLY 17?!"She exclaimed.

He nodded and laughed at the looks he received from everyone. "In Britain I am legally an adult."

"Yes but shouldn't your parents be with you or something?" One man in the back asked.

Harry turned to him. "I'm an orphan so it really doesn't matter." The office became silent and he turned his attention back to Emily. "So shall we go look at my new home?"

*End Flashback*

The day seemed to go by fast after Emily had left and all of his packing had been done. He had called the phone company and had his phone and internet lines set up, then he called the cable guys and had the installed also. One of the rooms was set up as a guest room then the other a workout room. Earlier that day he had gone shopping and bought groceries then he bought himself a new all black chrome 2010 Hummer H4.

That night Harry Potter fell asleep with no nightmares and with the satisfaction that he was now living his life the way he wanted.

*****Next Day*****

The alarm blasting in his ear woke him and he lazily opened his shades to gray sky. He rubbed his eyes of sleep and tugged off his pj pants and went to take a shower. Today was a Wednesday and his first day of starting at a muggle high school. The thought of not attending a Wizarding school gave him a happy feeling and he couldn't wait to get going. He pulled on a pair of baggy black pants with chains on the legs and pulled on a fishnet long shirt then a navy blue shirt that said in bright green letter's that he charmed to say 'Love Me, I'm Gay' on it. He pulled on Sirius' old leather bike jacket and savored his dead godfathers scent. On his way out the door he grabbed his keys and drivers ID and left for school.

*School*

When he arrived at Forks High School, the bell had already rung and he was late, not that he minded of course. He locked his hummer and walked up the stairs and took in the massive brick building and then the school grounds. It was so different from Hogwarts, not that he missed it or anything, but the scenery was a blessing, although he like the one where he lived. The décor inside however needed a touchup, and he itched to take his wand out of his pocket and fix the place up.

Instead he walked up to the secretary who was smiling at him. "Hello my name is Harry Potter and I just moved in town."

"Hello, Mr. Potter, welcome to Forks High. Now what grade are you in and I will hand you some classes that you can circle and I will put them on a schedule for you."

"I'm a Junior this year and that would be great." He grabbed the papers she handed him and he circled six classes to take: Gym, History, Language, Biology, Living On Your Own and Cooking. He got up and handed the papers back and watched avidly as she typed them on the computer and printed out his schedule for him.

"Did you drive here, Harry?" He nodded. "Ok, I need you to fill out this form, putting you license ID number, your name and birth date, your age and you plates number also and then you are free to go to your first class."

After all the paper work was done, Harry wandered down the hallways first looking for his Language class. What he thought took forever, he finally found his class and knocked on the door and stepped back as the teacher opened the door and let him in.

"Hi, I'm new here. My name is Harry Potter." He was so tired of saying his name but he kept a nice face on as he introduced himself.

The teacher looked him over eying his shirt and apparently trying not to laugh. "Welcome to Greek Language class, Harry. You can sit in the back next Eric." A black haired Asian boy raised his hand and waved him over.

He placed his bag on the floor and sat, ignoring all of the looks being shot at him.

"Heya, I'm Eric Yorke." Harry shook the hand held out to him. "Nice shirt, man. So I noticed your accent. Where are you from?"

"I'm from Britain actually."

Eric opened his mouth to say something more but the bell rang and Harry got up to escape the talkative boy.

His next class was Cooking and then onto Living on your own, then to biology and then finally to lunch. Harry was never so happy for lunch time in his life until then. He knew that there would be questions and stares, but there was so much one could take. Piling his tray with fruits and veggies and a carton of juice (AN: I made harry a vegan), he chose a table next to the window and stared out at the trees dripping with rain water and nibbled on his lunch. He glared at any who approached him wanting to eat in silence. He remembered how Hermione and Ron would always pester him during lunchtime that he savored his time alone when eating and he liked the quiet none nagging moments.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he never noticed how the cafeteria got silent or the trays being set next to him or the bodies being set down till he heard a feminine chuckle right next to him. With a start he dropped his grape and looked at a girl with pale skin, brown-blond highlighted hair and laughing brown eyes. She looked almost like and elf to him that for a second he thought she was one. Then he noticed the blank face of the blond behind her with the same shade of brown eyes that seemed to see right through him. He looked straight ahead to a burly guy that reminded him more of a bear than a club bouncer and then to the long curly blond girl that could be mistaken for a model. Each of them sat around him pale and staring as if he were some sort of interesting creature.

He blushed, coming to the conclusion that he was probably sitting at their normal seats and that they probably wanted him to move so they could have it back. Shame he would have liked to stare at these beautiful pale people.

Still blushing he grabbed his try prepared to leave. "Sorry if I was in your seat. I-I'll just be going now." He stammered and got up when a pale hand touched his shoulder stopping him. He followed that pale hand up to a white sleeve and up to that same elfish face, he was so focused on her that he never saw the looks of astonishment on the others faces.

"No, wait. It's fine if you sit here. I'm Alice by the way." Even her voice was soft and musical that surely she had to be an elf or some sort of creature. She lifted her free hand and pointed to the blond behind her. "That is Jasper" burly man "Emmet" model "and that is Rosalie. The one behind you is Edward."

During the introductions Harry had retaken his seat, so he blinked when she said that someone was behind him. Slowly he turned and saw the most beautiful man he had ever seen; even more so than Draco Malfoy and that was saying something. Edwards face was also very pale, his eyes smoldering brown and his brown hair a little spiked. The shirt that he wore gave nothing to imagination to the muscles beneath it. He followed him as he sat between Alice and Emmet and was a little put down by the almost pure malice on his face. Did I do something wrong? I thought only Malfoy could pull that look off.

Instead he turned his attention back to Alice. "I'm Harry Potter nice to meet you. All of you."

"You're from Britain aren't you, Harry?" Emmet asked.

"Yes originally. Though I think I like Forks a lot better."

Alice smiled at his comment. Harry turned to look at Rosalie as she seemed to be more intent on eyeing his shirt.

"See something you like?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her and laughed softly at her flustered appearance.

"No, I was only wondering why you would wear something like that." She glared. He shrugged his shoulders.

"Why deny the truth? Besides its easier telling when you can wear it plane as day. Even if I didn't have the shirt, the makeup probably would give it away any way." Emmet laughed and Jasper showed a hint of a smile.

"Hmph." Rosalie turned and hit Emmet across the head as he continued to chuckle. "Shut it you, brute."

"You're wrong. He's not a brute; he's more like a big bear." Harry corrected her. He had no idea why he was acting so familiarly in front of them but he felt like he could be open with them.

It was Edward who laughed this time. "I have never heard him described as a bear before but I guess it fits."

"Well I could have said Hulk but he is not at all green now is he?"

"Where do you live, Harry?" Edward asked.

"Oh I live all the way up in the Coventry cabin. Its alone and seclude by trees and all so I love it." He answered.

"Really? We live about twenty miles away from you!" Alice said cheerfully.

"But how is that possible? Last I heard that place was about $2.5. How could your parents afford that?" Rosalie asked.

Harry smiled at her. "They didn't have to I paid for it myself and it really wasn't all that much to me. I have enough money to last at least ten lifetimes. Even if I were a vampire and lived forever, I would still never go through all of it." He took in how they stiffened at the word vampire and put that information aside for later.

"How could you though? Wouldn't your parents object to you paying for it yourself?" Rosalie persisted.

"That's enough, Rose. He doesn't have to answer." Edward told her.

Harry waved it aside. "It's no problem. You see my parents never had worry. They have been dead since I was a baby."

They stared at him. Rosalie looked ashamed that she had asked, Alice looked sad as did Edward and Emmet, and Jasper looked heart broken.

"Its fine you guys. I've dealt with long before hand so it's no problem. And before you ask Rosalie, they were murdered." He put a hand on her shoulder at her horrified look.

"H-how did you know I was going to ask you?"

"Just from experience, most people always ask."

He removed his hand as the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. He got up and pulled of his jacket and held it out to the horrified blond. She looked at it in confusion.

"Here, you can borrow this, since your skin felt like you were cold." She grabbed it not wanting to say anything else to him. He dumped his tray and began to head to his History class, before he turned them. "If I didn't know any better Rosalie I would say you were a vampire." He left, unknowingly leaving worried, shocked vampires behind. He also missed what one had to say about him.

"Alice, he's my mate."

Rina's Corner:

OK so in the first chapter there was not major animosity between harry and ed because ed never wanted to make a major public display but in the next chapter the animosity will show like in the book. So wait patiently and review.