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Major Pairing: Harry Potter/ Edward Cullen

Shaded emerald eyes took in the scene that was playing out before him, as if he had anywhere else to go. The pair made Ron and Hermione look like amateurs and that was saying something.

"I told you Nora I'm not going to do it" a man that looked about forty said to a woman that looked around the same age. Both plain in their appearances, but Harry knew better than to take things at face value, after all there were things in this world that would stand most non-supernatural morals hair on end.

"Bruce you are going to do it or you will live to regret it" Nora said looking at the man next to her as if she would bake him alive in a pie if she had her chance.

"Fine" the man huffed before turning away from the woman and looking straight at Harry. Could it be that the woman wanted to ask him something? He knew it was fairly odd for a teenage to be on a plane to the US alone, but certainly the woman wasn't so brazen as to ask about it?

"Excuse me" the man said staring at Harry, it wasn't as if he was going to answer the man. He had no idea who the man was or if he posed a potential threat. He hadn't made it to his final destination yet, and there was still plenty of time for his Godfather, the Weasley's and the Headmaster to come and collect him and send him back.

"Young sir" the man said still looking directly at Harry. The man had a very, very American accent; as in Texas twang accent, so he knew the pair where probably on their way back from a vacation to the great place of the United Kingdom.

"Yes" Harry said slowly, wondering if there would be any way to get out of speaking to the pair that seemed intent on speaking with him. There was a whole bloody plane of people and they had seemed to zero in on him alone.

"I notice that you don't have anyone traveling with you"

"Yes" Harry said, he certainly wasn't going to offer information to perfect strangers. He had learned the hard way not to speak unless spoken to, he after all had the scars to prove it.

"Are you meeting someone in Boston, child" Nora it seemed had gotten up the gumption to speak to him. The name 'child' made Harry flinch just the slightest bit, nothing that the pair would notice but just enough to make him uncomfortable.

"No"

"Oh, continuing on then" the woman pressed as if she had a real concern of him reaching his final destination. It wasn't her problem, but then again the people that made it their problem were the exactly same people he was escaping from.

"Yes" Harry answered, he hoped to the Gods above that the woman would shut up and quit being so nosey.

"Where to? I do so hope you are meeting someone there" Harry rolled his eyes behind his shaded glasses, glad that they hid his eyes from the world at large.

"Seattle" Harry said, he would of course be stopping in Seattle, but it was by no means his final destination.

"Family there then" the woman assumed and Harry just agreed with her. It was so much easier it seemed to agree than to disagree. After that it seemed that the woman wanted to regale Harry about stories of when she went to Seattle as a small child, as if Harry had any concern over it. It was a slow and tedious eight hour flight, and Harry was never so glad to see the airplane land.

"Well I hope you have a good flight to Seattle" the woman said while her husband, as Harry had found out, rolled his eyes behind his wife's back.

"You as well" Harry said slowly before looking down at the book that he had taken that had a map of Boston's Logan Airport. Harry walked quickly trying to avoid being out in the open for too long, worried that there were scouts already on alert to find him as quickly and as quietly as possible. Harry made it to his next gate with plenty of time to spare; when he had made the flight he had been apprehensive about the time change, but it seemed he had timed things just right.

"Seattle" a man with blonde hair asked Harry, looking lost.

"Yes" Harry said before taking out a book and writing some notes down. He had started his journal as a way to get things off his chest, things that he knew that Hermione and Ron wouldn't understand. Things like the death of Cedric Diggory, or going out with Cho as a way to cover up that he was gay. He had to hide the book from his cousin for fear of being beaten and possibility raped by his lump of an Uncle, but through it all Harry always felt better after making notes in his journal about his thoughts or plans.

June 30

I wonder if they got my letter of withdrawal from Hogwarts? Not that I care, I have better opportunities than sitting in a school with a meddling Headmaster and meddling friends, or can you really call them that when they are only looking out for themselves? We shall find out soon enough, only a few more hours to go.

Harry closed the journal with a snap and put it back in his bag, since the flight crew was boarding passengers. Harry was one of the first people on the plane since he had wanted to sit as far back as possible, with the flight only being half full the flight attendants were quick to offer him a better seat. They of course looked at him funny, he was after all wearing sunglasses when they were clearly not needed but they made no comment about it or even asked. He had declined moving up and instead took the solitude with relish. The flight from Boston to Seattle was a long six hour flight but it wasn't nearly as bad as the flight from London to Boston. There was no insane woman talking about her childhood or the crying babies that never seemed to shut up. Harry hated being in such close quarters with people, it made him very uncomfortable. Call it a product of the Dursley's care, but it was one that always bothered him the most. When he had began at Hogwarts and saw how grand and huge the place was, he had been in awe, he wouldn't be hold up in his cupboard for doing something wrong. No there was a whole castle to move around in, that was until he found out that he shared a room with four other boys and that the Common Room was about a little larger than the Dursley's living room. Classes seemed to be small and compact and Harry had the irrational fear that they would throw him in a broom closet if his work wasn't done or done correctly. The feeling always continued since the Dursley's then locked him up in Dudley's spare bedroom only to be let out to do minimal chores and to use the loo. So needless to say, Harry wasn't a fan of confined spaces and avoided them like the plague.

"We will be landing at Seattle, Tacoma International Airport in about twenty minutes….." the pilot came on and droned on about how they were glad you chose their airline since there are other airlines out there.

"Are you okay by yourself" one of the flight attendants asked; she had been eyeing Harry the whole trip. He wasn't sure if she thought he was blind or if she thought he was scared of being on a plane by himself; she had after all stopped by his spot many times during the flight to ask if he was doing all right.

"I think so" Harry said before disembarking from the airplane. It was then that he began to read the signs that pointed him to where a small building stood out in the what looked like the middle of the runway.

"Going to Terminal A" a man asked Harry as he continued to read the sign and was confused on how he planned to get out to terminal A.

"Yes"

"There's the shuttle now" the man pointed out to a bus that was making its way towards where Harry stood. They couldn't possibly think that he was going to ride a bus out to the middle of a runway, did they?

"Terminal A" a grouchy old man said before Harry stepped onto the bus and hung on to one of the poles that ran up and down the small shuttle bus.

"And we're off" the man said before speeding away from where Harry had been standing a minute ago. In what Harry thought was no time at all, the bus driver after all did drive like he drove the Knight Bus, he pulled up to a stop. Harry would have called it a rolling stop since he was certain the bus sped away much too quickly to be a normal stop.

"Bloody American" Harry muttered under his breath, he had to be very careful on what he could and couldn't say now. 'Filter on' Harry thought as he took a look at the small screen that was flashing flight information.

"There we are" Harry said seeing that his flight to Port Angeles seemed to be right on schedule. Harry made his way in the Terminal to the last gate in the building. There sat a small plane that Harry was certain could probably only fit about 20 people in it, max. He shuttered at the thought of that many people that close to him.

"Port Angeles" a woman said watching Harry with hawk like vision.

"Yes"

"We'll be boarding in just a minute" Harry nodded his head at the words and took a quick look around the gate to see that there were only about ten people that looked to be going on the flight. It was a number that Harry could deal with, if there had been any more he may have had a break down.

"Flight 826 to Port Angels is now boarding, passengers in rows 15 through 20, and first class passengers may now board" the woman called over the speakers in the Terminal. Harry got in line in front of a man that looked to be going to Port Angeles for business.

"There you are honey" the woman said taking Harry's ticket and then letting him pass through the door that was held open by a door stop. Harry took a deep breath and walked outside, and up the stairs to get on the plane. He had never experienced something like this before, but from what the man in front of him was doing it seemed to be normal.

"Seat" a woman asked as Harry stepped on the plane.

"18A" Harry said looking at the ticket the woman had given back to him after she scanned it or whatever.

"All the way in the back" Harry looked back and saw that in the last three rows no one sat, it was perfect in Harry's mind.

"Thank you" Harry murmured before making his way back to his seat. Of course the stares were there but no one questioned him about his glasses. Soon enough the flight was ready for takeoff and Harry began to get excited. So far no one had come out of the wood work, literally in this case, to drag him back to London and to Hogwarts to finish his magical schooling. Then again he figured they would find out about him being missing from the Dursley's at about the same time that they showed up to whisk Harry to the Burrow for the rest of the summer. Shame really in Harry's book that the people he thought of as family only cared for him when it was convenient, and it was very convenient now since they had a daughter going into her sixth year at Hogwarts and seemed to be slated as the next Lilly Potter impersonator, something that Harry did not want. He had sent his missive about his withdrawal from Hogwarts via some random Owl Post, Hedwig was sadly changed into a rock for the flight and Harry had promised her treats galore if she would allow him to do it. He didn't know if he would be able to survive without Hedwig. She was his first and only true friend; she had proven herself time and time again. Harry had posted the letter to arrive July 31st, in the morning which would not allow the meddling old man to have enough time to rally the troops into a search party for him. In most cases the Weasley's and his Godfather would be preparing for his arrival. He had timed everything perfectly and so far everything was going as planned. Most thought that Hermione was the brains behind the 'Golden Trio' but that wasn't the case; Harry was always at least two to three steps ahead of Hermione in figuring things out. He couldn't seem like the know-it-all since that wasn't his place; he had learned that early on. No his role was to be the Boy-Who-Lived and the Defeater of the Dark Lord, both of which he had achieved. The second title had only just occurred at the end of his Sixth Year, in a particularly stupid move the Dark Lord attacked while he was in Hogsmeade alone. It had been a one-on-one showdown; Voldemort figured he had outclassed Harry in magic and power. Sadly he was mistaken for Harry had thrown curses and hexes just as well if not better than the other man, if you could call him a man. Harry had gotten to the end of his rope with fighting and so threw a curse at Voldemort that stunned him, this gave Harry enough time to run up to Voldemort and stick his Holly and Phoenix feather wand through the man's chest and shout out the Fiendfyre curse and then watched as Voldemort became no more than a pile of ash. The spell was so powerful that it shook the grounds which sent Ministry of Magic Officials, such as the Aurors and the Minister himself to Hogmeade to see what had caused the power spike. Harry stood there looking down at a pile of ash, which was Voldemort and his wand and looked at the people in front of him. He, himself had a power influx when Voldemort's body burned; it seemed that the magic was enough to break the many binds that had been on his power and body. Harry's eyes took on an unearthly green color; that of almost an electric green and his pupils shifted to look more cat like than normal. He had only found that out as one of the Aurors gasped when he walked up to Harry to congratulate him on his defeat of the Dark Lord. A day later was the end of the school year at Hogwarts and he was shipped back to his Aunt and Uncle's house, for that was all it was, for protection as if he needed any. From there he knew that if he stayed things could and probably would get really ugly, his friends had been by his side the entire time he had been at Hogwarts, stating proudly that they were Harry Potter's best friends. Never once asking if he was okay or if he was hurt, no one asked about his now destroyed wand, no one even bothered to talk to him at all. They mostly talked about him or around him but not to him. The Headmaster in his infinite wisdom called Harry into his office and politely as you please told him that he would be staying at his Aunt and Uncle's house for the summer. Sirius had been cleared long ago of the trumped up charges against him, but it seemed the man was too busy playing around to try to take his Godson in. He had been told by the man himself that he wanted to live a life free of any sort of constrictions and couldn't Harry just stay with his Aunt and Uncle for a bit longer? Harry had smiled and said of course, but as he sat in a chair in the Headmaster's Office he began to realize that they were only using him and that his life would be led by others if he didn't break free of the binds that seemed to be slithering around him again. So in true Harry fashion he nodded his head bid the Headmaster goodbye and made his way to the house that he hated, no loathed with a passion. Selling his Aunt and Uncle on the idea of him leaving was easy, what wasn't so easy was making sure all of the paperwork was completed so that Harry wouldn't be returned to them if he was ever caught, and he didn't plan on ever being caught if he had a say in the matter. He wasn't a brash Gryffindor like most thought him to be, no there was a true reason on why the hat wanted to put him into Slytherin and that was he was as good with masks as any other Slytherin. So now he sat on a plane to a small town on the opposite end of the Earth.

"Please buckle your seat belts, and the flight attendant will be around to collect any trash. We will be landing in Port Angeles in about 15 minutes" a flight attendant said over the intercom of the plane. About twenty minutes later the plane had touched down and taxied before the passengers were shown off the plane.

"Alright there" one of the flight attendants asked Harry as he made his way off the plane with only his messenger bag with him.

"Just fine" Harry said, and he really and truly meant them; he would be fine here he could feel it. Once off the plane Harry followed the signs that told you where to exit to get to the front of the small airport. Standing just inside the doors to the airport were a few men and women holding up signs with names on them. Harry found his name easily enough and made his way over to where a man stood.

"Harry Potter" the man asked before Harry nodded his head and then quickly followed the man out the doors to the airport and to a black BMW that sat in the loading zone.

"Kalyan Vaughn" the man said before sticking out his hand and shaking Harry's now extended hand.

"Pleased to meet you" Harry said shocked that he was speaking to the man that had sent him a missive asking if he would like to come to the school that resided in the small town of Forks, Washington.

"Well let's get you back to campus" Harry nodded his head before sliding into the passenger seat with only his bag with him.

"No luggage?"

"No, I have all I need right here" Harry said before patting his bag, where the Hedwig rock was packed along with his journal.

"Right" the man said before pulling away from the curb and making his way onto highway 101 that lead back Forks, Washington. The rest of the ride was made in silence; neither man knew what to say. An hour later Harry saw a small town appear out of nowhere before his very eyes.

"Welcome to Forks, Washington" Kalyan said before navigating through the small town and to where a large group of buildings were surrounded by a gate that stated that the grounds were Greenway School. Kalyan pulled the car to a stop in the circle drive and then escorted Harry to his master's office.