Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Twilight is all Stephenie Meyer and Harry Potter is all J.K. Rowling.

Warning: SLASH. Suicidal at times. Don't like it. Don't read it.

Author's little note: This is my first attempt at a Harry Potter Twilight crossover. I just love them and wanted a chance to have my own little input with these fascinating characters. Not totally sure where I will be going with this or how long it will be yet. But I do have a little plan laid out. If you want to see something or have an idea where to go with this than let me know!! BTW the year is 2005 and it is September. so yes this is the time when Edward leaves Bella in New Moon.

Another Airport

The war was over. It had been over for years, many years in fact. Long enough for the wounds to have healed and everyone to have gotten on with their lives. So why did he still feel this way? Like there was a constant shadow covering him. He was now 25 years old. Why was it that still every waking moment of his borrowed existence was spent dreading the next. His only ally was sleep where he could dream. Even the nightmares of the war long over were welcoming compared to the emptiness of consciousness. He had spent so many years of his childhood planning for the ultimate destruction of The Dark Lord that he knew nothing else.

Harry Potter was a boy raised in the time of war; no he was raised for the war. Peace was not a word he could familiarize himself with. Especially not with high cost this so called peace had come with. Everyone. Nearly everyone one was gone. But he could not think of names. It was still too painful. But he could see their faces with every blink of his eyes pictures dance across his mind. It was now his only consolation that the war had happened and that everyone he cared for had actually existed. A girl with bushy brown hair... gone forever. A freckles face with fire hair... gone forever. A long lost Uncle, the helpful werewolf, many more red heads, a long white beard... He forced himself to stop thinking about them, instead turning his attention back to his surroundings.

He was sitting in a ridged plastic chair in an airport. The Seattle- Tacoma International Airport in Seattle Washington USA to be exact. It was an all too familiar scene to Harry and he was starting to believe that all airports looked the same. He could be in England for all he knew. Never again. Harry Potter had decided that he would never again step foot in that particular country. He would rather be in Alaska freezing to death. Death, there he was again thinking about death. It was his constant companion.

He turned his attention back to the coffee cup in his right hand; it was half full and had been cold for about the last hour. He got up from the chair and stretched. He must have been sitting there for a while because both his legs were numb. He picked up his backpack, trashed the cold coffee and went in search of the screens that tell you flight arrivals and departures. He was only concerned with the departures. It was a game he had begun playing a few years ago. Pick the first flight on the board that he could catch and go. Then Harry would find himself in a new place and hopefully one that was exciting but more importantly distracting. When that place would bore him or someone would get too close to him or even if he would just think too much again he would head off to the closest airport and try all over.

Scanning the TV with his empty green eyes he noticed that the next flight out he could make was to Orlando, Florida. 'No thank you' he thought to himself. 'Been there, done that one and I do NOT feel like being anywhere sunny and warm.' That was another rule to his game. He could not go back to a place he had already been. Why would he want to anyways, if he had left the place due to boredom or people?

Harry went to look back at the screen it was then that someone passed by him. He was distracted by the sweet smell that tickled his belly and gave him goose bumps. His eyes moved to find who the owner of this scent was and were met by a pair of amber orbs staring back at him. Harry felt his cheeks blush at being caught staring at a stranger but could not bring himself to look away. This boy in front of him looked to be about 18 years old. Everything about his face was perfectly shaped from his angular jaw line to his messy brown hair. He was incredibly attractive to Harry, all six feet of him. Harry couldn't believe that he had just thought that about this boy. This Boy! Not only did that mean that Harry was having thoughts about a man but one who was at least 10 years his junior. Had all this time alone really dropped himself to the level of a pedophile?

It was this thought that made Harry look away from the boy. 'Great.' He thought to himself. 'The sooner I get out of here the better.' Seattle was turning out to be a really bad choice. He turned his attention back to the TVs. Toronto, Ontario was the next flight heading out. That will work. It was the end of September. 'hmm. Fall in Canada. Could be fun.' Harry took a quick glance at the boy who was standing in the same spot. He had not moved a muscle except for his eyes that were now focused on the TVs. He looked like a statue of pale marble perfect in every way that would be so smooth to touch. The amber eyes shifted to gaze back at Harry who shook his head and turned away.

Harry quickly made his way to the front and bought a ticket for the flight to Toronto.

AN: now let me know what you think and if i should even bother to continue.