Summary: EC/HP. slash. In order to get the training and teacher he needs, Harry goes to Forks, Washington under Dumbledore's orders. He expects to get new spells, he does not; however, expect to find a coven of vampires.

Rating: M

Warnings: This does contain SLASH, there will also be mentions of abuse.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Bullet for My Valentine(where I got the title)

P R O L O G U E

Harry panted, trying to catch his breath as he held his wand to Snape's throat. Moody was thrown somewhere on the other side of the room, while Dumbledore stood quietly, contemplatively.

Harry allowed a moment to give himself a congratulatory pat on the back and took down his wand. Wiping the sweat off his brow, where his scar lay, he beamed a cheeky grin. "How was that?" he yelled to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore, eyes twinkling, looked at Harry with a small smile. Purple moons dancing on his robes, he gave Harry a thumbs-up, which looked a little odd. "Well done, my boy," he said walking towards Harry to give him a pat on the shoulder.

"Yes, well done Potter," Snape said reluctantly, with a sneer.

"Thanks Professor! I'm gonna go help Moody."

Harry, eyes still shining with triumph, walked over to the corner of the Room of Requirement to check on Moody. He was scratched and unconscious, but otherwise unharmed. Harry cast mobilcorpus on Moody and, masking his emotions, got ready to face Madame Pomfrey and with that, reality.

Bracing himself, he trudged towards the hospital wing, determined to try to calm himself. While happy that he could finally hex the big beaked bastard and paranoid git, he knew that he would have to find a better teacher. Not that that was what Harry was nervous about - no what Harry was nervous about was the fact that he would be forced to leave Hogwarts.

A little over year ago he was brought from the Dursley's to Hogwarts by the Headmaster. Informing him on the growing rate of people that Voldemort was attacking a day, not that Harry hadn't had a front row seat in the first place, Dumbledore requested that Harry start up lessons with Snape and Moody on dueling. Harry accepted, on the one condition that he be allowed to attend Order meetings.

He was the boy-who-lived, it was his right to know what happened in his war. Harry considered himself naïve last year, he was an idiot for allowing Sirius to get killed. Harry would allow no one else close to him to get killed…no-one. If that meant he would have to sacrifice his life to training or give it to Voldemort himself, he was willing.

Opening the door to the infirmary, Harry laid down Moody and tried to quickly escape before Pomfrey came out. Treading quietly he was turning the knob, when he heard it.

"You stop right there, Mr. Potter." She said in a hard voice.

Wincing, Harry turned around slowly, like a mouse turning around to face the cat. "You get into that right bed now," she said foot tapping impatiently.

"Madame Pomfrey, you look rather dashing today."

"Now, Mr. Potter." She said with no compassion for Harry's plight.

Damn. Harry walked slowly, racking his brain for a way to get out of his unwanted and unneeded attention. There were so many others that needed medical attention that couldn't get any, if Harry couldn't live with a little pain then he felt he would have to figure out one. It did not constitute mention that 'a little' pain was a few crucios and some bruised ribs.

"Madame Pomfrey, Dumbledore requests Harry's presence," a mousy teenager told them nervously.

Harry, smiling a little, waved back at Madame Pomfrey. " Sorry ma'am, duty calls." Dumbledore always did have an uncanny ability for getting Harry out of tight spots at the last minute.

At the last step through the threshold of the infirmary Madame Pomfrey called out, "Don't forget to take your last dose of nutrient potions today."

Smiling in acknowledgement, Harry shut the door. He took a nutrient potion every four months for the last year. Supposedly, they were supposed to help him grow, but other than a little muscle on his arms, he still looked relatively the same; albeit, a little more feminine as his mother started to show through. His cheek bones had lifted, giving him a little more aristocratic look, although he would never look as Malfoy did.

Shaking himself out of his musing, Harry raised his hand to knock on the Headmaster's door, before it opened of its own accord.

"Harry, my boy," Dumbledore started as Harry stopped in front of his desk, "you did well today." Dumbledore looked at Harry, probably expecting him to look proud of himself. All Harry could do was wait.

Harry knew what Dumbledore would say, knew from the exact moment that he had held his wand to Snape's throat what would happen. He didn't want to face it, but he knew he didn't have much choice anymore.

Squeezing his eyes together in an attempt to block the pain, he heard Dumbledore say, "Harry, the order and I talked it over," Harry didn't even think to protest that he wasn't there, "I believe that we have found the perfect teacher for you. He lives in America so he will not be too hung up on your fame and he is a great teacher, who's power surpasses even my own."

America, that was all Harry heard. It was so far away. What about Ron? What about Hermione? What about his life? 'No,' he told himself firmly, 'my life belongs to the wizarding world. No matter what, I will take down Voldemort and if that means leaving my friends, then so be it.'

"Where am I going sir?" Harry asked with a new resolve.

Dumbledore, looking apologetic, said, "Forks, my boy, it's called Forks, Washington."

Forks, a town named after silverware, was to be his home for a year.

To Be Continued.

Hope you liked it. This is a prologue to the story so it is meant to be short. Also, if you review me, I will most likely update quicker.

I have no beta, so if you have any suggestions please feel free to tell me.

Thanks for reading!