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Harry sighed as he looked around his new home for the next who knows how long. As he looked around he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror hanging on the door of his closet and frowned. He hated how he looked, he was short, no more than 5ft. and that its self was pushing it. His black hair passed his shoulders, the extra weight helping keep his hair from its usual gravity-defying antics.
He had scars all over his body. The most disfiguring of all his scars started at his elbow went across his left pectoral, up his neck, jaw and stopped just short of his left eye. Any farther and he would have lost it.
His eyes, the color of the killing curse, were no longer hidden behind the horrid glasses he had worn at Hogwarts. He smiled as he remembered how happy he had felt when he got rid of the things.
Sighing he turned away and started to get ready for his first day of muggle high school. Shrugging on a pair of jeans that were tight till around mid-thigh and ever so slightly flared at the bottom and a plain black tee-shirt. He grabbed his keys and made his way to his car.
Harry got into his car with a smile, his car was awesome. It was a dark green almost black truck. When he had first seen it at the car dealership, he had fallen in love. It wasn't the fanciest car so it wouldn't bring to much attention to him. Nor, was it however, a rust bucket. Turning the car on he quickly backed out of his garage and then on toward the school.
After the war, Harry had realized that he had no idea what to do with his life. All he had ever done was fight and although he was offered (many times they never seemed to get the hint) to join the Aurors, Harry didn't want to fight anymore.
He was tired.
He didn't want to be the Savior anymore. After a month moping around Grimmauld place, Harry decided to leave, go somewhere completely new and start over. Somewhere he could walk down the street or go shopping without getting mobbed.
Hermione and Ron had agreed that it would probably do him good. It had actually been Ron who told him," Get out of here before the stress kills you." So Harry had.
Picking the most boring place he could think of magic wise as his get away; Colorado.