Summary:

After defeating Voldemort just moments after his Godfathers death Harry falls into a depression. Finding lost family in the city of Forks he moves in the hope of a new start and a better life.

Disclaimer:

I own neither Harry Potter nor Twilight though I may butcher them in the attempt to write my own fiction!!

Prologue

I'd never given much thought to how I would die – though I'd had enough reason in the last few months – but even if I had, I would not have imagined it like this. I had once believed that I would die for a great cause, that destroying Voldemort would be the last thing I did.

I never planned it to be an amazing story that would remain in peoples hearts and minds for years later, telling the story of the great Harry Potter and how he killed the Dark Lord and saved the world from eternal darkness. To me it would signify the end of a life unlived and the start of my next adventure, hopefully with my parents.

It was not to be.

The end of my fifth year at Hogwarts brought many things to light, I had endured the treatment of my relatives and those I thought of as friends and mentors only to lose the one person I valued the most.

The final battle was fought and won while most slept. In the ministry just moments after losing my beloved Godfather, I killed the...thing that had ruined my life and there was no sense of achievement or satisfaction.

The final days of school were passed in a daze; I had no thoughts or feelings beyond grief. Celebrations were around me, press wanting the story, girls suddenly wanted to know me and my best friends were suddenly there again not so wrapped up in each other anymore.

There was an expectation that I would be perfectly fine, the saviour of the wizarding world had no problems, no flaws and yet I felt like I was breaking apart.

Now though I lay in what could barely be called a bedroom, forced back by the one person I hate most in the world, to be protected from death eaters still at large after their masters demise.

I look to the ceiling the pool of blood gathering around each wrist my life force slowly draining from my body.

This was no noble death; I wasn't protecting someone else, dying for what I believe in or going out in a blaze of glory. For once I was being selfish, this was completely for me and as my eyes drifted shut I smiled for I was finally going home.

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The pops of apparition went unnoticed outside as two obviously magical people ran in to the Dursley's house. Shouting was heard until only footsteps made a sound moving up the stairs to the smallest room.

The young boy whisked away to a hospital in the blink of an eye and stillness swept of the house the faint whispers of a promise left in the air.

"You're never coming back Harry, that I promise you, just hold on."