My first ever story. I hope to gather a suitable amount of readers to share my thoughts with. Please enjoy~

Off-Canon: Alice and Jasper aren't a couple in here. They still meet the same way as they did in the books but they are just friends.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot I made. Anything you notice that does not comply with canon rules (OC, settings) are probably mine.

Time Setting: After Half-Blood Prince and during Eclipse.

Summary: After Half-Blood Prince, the Golden Trio realize they need to destroy Horcruxes to finally kill Lord Voldemort. Easier said than done when one of the Horcruxes is with one Draco Malfoy an ocean away. Turmoil ensues in Britain as the Dark Lord begins his conquest and Harry Potter needs to find a way to America. Having fled Britain, Draco must now learn to live as an American Muggle in Forks, Washington. Here, he is taken in by a certain family. They seem normal except for the fact that they never seem to eat, drink, or sleep! As if that's not enough, one of them has developed an interest in Draco.

Pairs: Draco/Jasper, Alice/_, Edward/Bella, Jacob/_, Rosalie/Emmett, Carlisle/Esme, Harry/_, Ron/Hermione

Prologue

Narcissa Malfoy was undyingly loyal to her family. Loyal enough to defy the Dark Lord. She knew, in her heart, this was not the way she and Lucius wanted Draco to live. Draco had been unnaturally quiet and distant for the past weeks. After Snape had brought him back from the incident at Hogwarts, Draco had changed. He never left his quarters unless summoned by his parents or superiors. It distressed her to see her son deteriorate to nothing more than a lifeless servant to the Dark Lord. It also agitated her that she had to share her home to a madman intent on getting her family killed.

When news of Albus Dumbledore's death reached home, she was relieved at the thought that her son would come home alive. However, she knew her son could never truly kill another person. And she was right. The Dark Lord would not be pleased and she knew this. The monster would no doubt task Draco with another suicide mission to punish Lucius's failure to obtain the prophecy.

Prepared for the worst, Narcissa had discreetly met with Dumbledore during Draco's sixth year at Hogwarts.

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"I come to you at great risk and in my family's time of need. Please, grant Draco sanctuary from the Dark Lord," she requested with a slight bow but with more conviction than resignation. She was a Malfoy and they are always in control.

She took care in covering her traces, opting for using Polyjuice Potion. She used the identity of a random witch whom she found to be at least visually appealing. Narcissa now had curly brown hair flowing to her shoulders instead of her long, elegant blonde lockes. Instead of her normally dim white complexion, she had a slightly darker tone but was still considerably pale. Her noble pointed face was rounded over the cheeks but her nose still remained pronounced.

"That is a rather tremendous request, Narcissa," replied Dumbledore with no note of surprise despite his words. "However, I can grant Draco sanctuary, but not in Britain. I'm afraid it is far too easy for Voldemort to find young Mister Malfoy if he were to seek solace here." Narcissa gasped at the blunt use of the Dark Lord's name for no one she immediately knew had the nerve to utter it. Dumbledore either did not notice her discomfort or simply ignored it.

Composing herself, she sat down at the offered seat in front of his desk. "Wherecan you grant him safety?" Narcissa asked eagerly.

"We shall send him to an old friend of mine," he replied thoughtfully. "He will be safe in America." He popped a lemon drop into his mouth and added, "Yes, he will be well-received there." He gestured to offer some candy to Narcissa.

Narcissa's eyes widened, ignoring the offered treats. America was, indeed, safe – but far away. "How shall he get there?" she asked hoping for her son's sake it did not involve Muggle contraptions. She knew far too well what happens when said contraptions decided not to function properly. A little shake here and there and everything would just go down hill from there, literally. She was decidedly against the idea of Muggle travel.

"We shall create a Portkey for young Mister Malfoy," answered Dumbledore, "but what shall we use?" He paused to think for a few moments until he spoke. "Do you, perhaps, have something in particular to use as the Portkey? I imagine he may not be able to see you for an extended period of time. May as well make this a special item," he added with a smile. He told Narcissa how a memento had to be something special and how it should be a reminder for something important.

She thought about what Dumbledore had said. She realized the gravity of the situation at hand. For her son's safety, she would have to send him away, far away. Tears of sorrow began to flood her eyes but she did not let them fall. She was a Malfoy and, as such, did not wear her emotions on her sleeve. She seemed to calm down as she remembered something, something she had bought for Draco. Some peddler at Diagon Alley had some rather interesting items on sale such as antique jewelry. She couldn't help herself when something caught her eye while she was shopping. As she remembered that day's activities, she slowly pulled a locket from her robes.

"We should use this," she suggested. She set the locket on the desk between her and Dumbledore. She seemed hopeful that Draco would appreciate this little token as the single reminder of what his mother was about to do for him.

Dumbledore stared at the locket with childlike fascination. Something about the little trinket caught his eye and he began studying it. Then his eyes twinkled as if he knew what its significance was. To anyone, it would merely look like an ordinary gilded locket. The only thing special about it were the studded emeralds that formed a serpentine 'S' on the front. No doubt, she bought it for Draco because of its resemblance to Slytherin House.

"Very interesting," he said, "Let's begin, then." With that, he stands up and pulls out his wand. He points at the locket and with the desired destination in his mind he began. "Portus!" Dumbledore casted as the locket began to shake on the desk. It seemed that the magical properties of the locket are reacting to Dumbledore's. Whether it was a good thing or not, Dumbledore was not sure. The locket stopped shaking and Dumbledore had a renewed interest in it.

What malevolent properties does this locket hold? he asked himself. He would have kept it to satisfy his curiosity had it not been owned by someone else and that its purpose was far greater than to be studied. Little did both know its actual purpose.

"All done," said Albus with a cheerfulness that shocked Narcissa.

"Thank you so much," she said. Narcissa glanced at a hanging clock. "Well, it seems I have overstayed my welcome for the day. I shall return tomorrow to discuss his living arrangements and finances in America." She stood from her chair and made to leave.

"A word of warning, Narcissa," Dumbledore said, suddenly serious as he grabbed Narcissa's arm to stop her momentarily. "He must never try open this locket. It may contain magic he may unwittingly provoke." He let go of her and Narcissa stared at him curiously but nodded. Puzzled by the sudden seriousness the headmaster had taken, she began to wonder if the locket could endanger Draco but pushed the thought to the back of her head.

"Where exactly in America will Draco be going?" Narcissa asked, turning around from the doorway.

"He shall be at a small town called Forks on the western coast of America," he replied with a cheeky smile.

Narcissa left with an expression of distaste on her face.What person in his right mind would name a town after silverware?

Hope yall like it. There's so much I want to happen in this story.