Disclaimer: Obviously I do not own Twilight or Harry Potter.


The sky was overcast as Harry slowed his Shadow Rocket to a stop in front of his new house. Not a home, not yet anyway. Maybe not ever. Though small, it was isolated which is what counts when your hiding. Hiding in a small muggle town in the middle of nowhere helps too. Especially, when hiding from the wizarding world. For some reason wizards get all huffy when you kill few dozen death-eaters by riping them apart. As if the method matters in a life or death situation. He did what he had to.

Listening to the encroaching forest Harry had the distinct feeling of being watched but shook it off as he ambled up to the cottage. Pale blue color, fading even more so with age, grass overgrown and a few shingles cracked, it wasn't much to look at. Reaching the sturdy looking wooden door Harry took note of the old fashioned knocker, a hawk in flight, intricately detailed for such a home. Not many people would invest in an expensive piece. Giving the surrounding forest one last sweeping glace Harry entered.

The inside wasn't much better, the space seemed small. Fully furnished in a hodgepodge fashion Harry is distinctly reminded of the Weaslys. Shaking the thought out of his head Harry moves toward the living room, the couch looks comfortable. The kind that you could lay on for hours. Sitting Harry thinks about the coming days. He will have to go to school if he's to be seen in this town. Dying at seventeen by a crazed vampire had its perks but questions would follow in his wake of he didn't. Questions which would lead to curiosity and flash a giant yellow sign saying "suspicious character, investigate" to all passersby. So, school it was