Long black hair, tied back at the nape of a neck. Pale white skin that shone like moonlight, long black thick lashes that framed shining emerald green eyes, eyes that glowed with power. The man whom this belonged to was petite, lithe and this man was Harry Potter savior of the Wizarding World was at the end of his rope. In the two years since the end of the world it seemed marriage proposals have been flying in every single day. Despite Harry's public coming out, parents merely changed from their daughters to their sons. It had become tiresome. If it were just that Harry could deal, but the icing on the cake had been the exile form the Weasley family, Ginny accused him of leading her on, even though he broke up with her long before Harry himself realized he was gay. The rest of the family sided with Ginny, and Hermione, being Ron's wife followed suit. Everyone seemed to have their own agenda, not caring much of Harry's wishes or feelings. Quite honestly the whole thing seemed very unfair. Harry found himself missing his surrogate family, more than he expected and hoped that they would eventually come around. At least he still had Fred and George, who surprisingly turned out to be the most level headed out of the whole bunch. Missing his family and friends he quickly came to the conclusion that perhaps a change of scenery would be best.

Harry swung his legs out of his bed, stretching Harry felt his joints click back into place. Harry winced as his felt his bones creak, the war had left marks on him. His body was scarred, that could be seen by the jagged white lines that decorated his body, some long and thin, others thick and short, somewhere long and thick covering most of his body. Small circular scars littered his arms, burns that were from cigarettes, on the tips of his fingers were scars so small, so thin that most people wouldn't notice, scars that were from bamboo shoots or small metal pins. Harry stood up and got dressed, picking a blood red silk shirt he began to button it up thinking about what he was going to do. Getting a pair of dress trousers Harry walked down the stairs and made his way to the door it was time for him to have a fresh start.

He went to Gringotts to see his account manager. He walked into the bank stood in line for the next available teller and asked to see the Potter account manager he was directed to Griphook office.

"Griphook how are you?"

The goblin looked up surprised Harry remembered him.

"I'm good Mr Potter how are you?"

"As good as can be but I came to ask if I had any properties over in America. I have decided to get away from the fame and all."

Griphook looked in his desk pulled out two folders opened them and said,

"You have two properties in America one in San Francisco and the other in Virginia which would you like?"

Harry arched an eyebrow before asking

"Can you tell me about them?"

"Well the one in San Francisco is a two bedroom house with the bare essentials no other furniture and no electrical outputs so anytime you attempt to use magic the appliances that use electricity may stop working. We can get it updated to use electricity but it may take quite a few months. It is also located in a rather large city."

Griphook paused to pass Harry a folder.

"And the other?" he asked.

"The other is in a smaller town rather like our Godric's Hollow every room is furnished and it has been updated to use electricity so the use of magic doesn't fry the appliances and five bedrooms. Your father bought it when he was just out of Hogwarts."

Griphook said passing the other folder to Harry as well.

"Well I like the sound of the one in Virginia but if you wouldn't mind could you get someone to update the other house as well just in case I want to go look around the other city as well. Thank you."

"It is no problem Mr Potter."

Dear Ron, Hermione, Ginny,

I know we haven't gotten on as well in these last few years, but I just need some time, to get away from the fame, and judgment of all of it. I'll wont write to you as i know you wont reply, you will probably just burn this letter straight away, but I hope that you will have a great life there. I'm not sure if I will be coming back. Maybe a big change is just what I need.

Best of luck,

Harry Potter

Harry closed the scrolls and set them aside to be sent in the morning.

"Well, Hedwig tomorrow's a new adventure," Harry said softly stroking her feathers lightly, "I'm sure it will be fine."

Hedwig only replied with a soft hoot as Harry lay down for his final night in Godric's Hollow.

Harry woke early from a fitful sleep. Dreams filled with washed up memories of his friends and the war kept him from getting a rest in. Harry tied the letters to Hedwig's leg and gave her directions on how to find him later.

It was only a short bus ride to the airport, but the anticipation made it seem longer. A blast of cool air hit him as he went through the sliding door startling him out of his reverie. The check in process went smoothly, as did the 9 hour flight next thing he knew he was standing outside a blue Victorian style house with white trimmings,

"So this is Mystic Falls," Harry muttered to himself taking it all in.

The landscaping around the house was gorgeous, cherry blossom, and apple trees dotted the neatly manicured yard and a large wrap around driveway. Flowers seemed to be competing with which could become the brightest and prettiest.

Slowly Harry opened the expensive oak door and dropped his bags in the front hallway. For a house that had been empty for nearly two hundred year the furniture was more modern than expected he so assumed his father had bought newer stuff. Harry slowly explored the house discovering a beautiful kitchen on the first floor, a comfortable looking living room with red oak furniture and a near empty bookcase. Off to the side of the living room is a dining room with a gorgeous red oak table. Harry couldn't help noticing a pattern with natural wood furnishings all around him; it was warm and inviting. A double staircase lead to the second floor which had five bedrooms two bathrooms, all filled with poster beds complete with red oak touches here and there.

'Beautiful' Harry thought to himself, which was immediately interrupted by a ravenous growl from his stomach. 'Guess I'll have to put that kitchen to work.' A short nap followed his meal, discovering that what he'd heard of jet lag was definitely true. Feeling antsy Harry decided to go explore the town a little, and leave school registration for tomorrow when he was feeling more rested.

Harry lost in thought, wandered down the streets of Mystic Falls. It turned out staring at the architecture of buildings while walking keeps one from being able to see where they are going. Harry found this out as he almost ploughed over two women causing them to drop all their belongings.

"Crap!" Harry said as he bent down to pick up the items, "I am so sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going, and well I was but not really in front of me."

One of the women, who had bright blonde hair, laughed

"No, no we were talking and not paying attention either."

The other woman who had dark brown hair eyed him up and down before asking

"Are you new around here? I have lived here my whole life and I'm pretty sure I've never seen you."

She had brown eyes; her hair was reached her shoulders

"You know it is possible that you don't know everyone." the other girl replied before Harry could answer.

The brunette thought for a moment before shaking her head,

"No way, that's not possible. I'm Elena by the way." she smiled at Harry extending her hand.

Harry stared at the two before shaking her hand,

"Harry. Yea I actually just got here today, doing the whole tourist thing, looking for a car trying not to get lost, you know?"

Elena shifted her weight from her left to her right, she really was a petite girl, but at 5'7" it seemed her legs went on forever. Harry shook his head a little before eyeing the blonde beside her. They were very nearly the same height; in fact they looked very similar apart from the striking difference in colouring.

The blonde spoke up, blue eyes shining, and extending her hand,

"I'm Caroline, are you from England, your accent is really nice."

Harry couldn't help but notice a small tingle in his fingertips as their hands released; he wasn't sure what it was but he could tell something was different about these two. They didn't seem particularly offensive, but they didn't seem human either.

"Thank you, I am from Britain, here to go to school. Hey you wouldn't happen to know where the high school is would you? I have to register tomorrow and it would be nice to have some idea of where I'm going."

Harry did need to know this but he was much more interested in spending more time with these girls so he could figure out where they were. They could be dangerous; he couldn't forget to be safe

"Oh yea," Caroline answered with a smile, "We could show you now if you like?"

"Sounds great! Thank you so much," Harry couldn't help but return her big smile.

After a short tour around the school and adjacent parking lot, the girls took Harry to a near-by restaurant called 'The Grill.' Just as they sat a waiter greeted them,

"Hey Elena, Caroline what can I get you?"

"Hey Matt can I get a burger, fries and a coke?" Elena asked. Caroline and Harry ordered the same, and Matt jotted down their orders. Just as they received their drinks, a girl with dark skin came up to the table, and Elena offered up her chair.

"Harry this is Bonnie, Bonnie this is Harry he just moved here so were doing the welcome committee." Harry could tell right away she was a witch. Bonnie had striking brown eyes, chest length black hair, and a slightly more curved figure than Elena and Caroline.

"Hello," Harry said with a smile, "Do you go to Mystic falls High too?"

"Yes I'm a senior." Bonnie replied.

Harry began to ask the other two girls what year they were in but they answered before he could shape the first word.

"Were Seniors," they chimed together, "What about you?"

"I have two more years left before I graduate." Harry said.

"Is it just me," Harry began, "or does it seem like this town has a creepy vibe?"

The girls glanced at each other before Bonnie answered the question "No it's this place it has had its share of problems and things."

Bonnie ordered her meal and the group ate and shared stories about where they grew up and some of their favourite memories. Harry asked plenty of questions about his new school and before long it was time to part. Besides Harry still needed to unpack.