AN: Hey! This is probably the craziest thing I've ever done. Craziest plot and everything. I do hope you enjoy reading this. I promised to myself that I'd finish this story this summer which means I've got until June!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Finding Love

Chapter 1

Starting Over

"I'm getting sick of the way I'm being treated here!"

"Oh. So just because you're the boy-who-lived-who-killed-Voldemort now, you can't deal with being shown how we really feel? You're the only one who can do that? Huh?" Ron muttered mockingly to the underfed, messy-haired boy sprawled on the floor. He made a move to kick Harry but Harry got hold of his wand and quickly cast a shield around him.

"Petrificus totalus!" Harry yelled right after he cast the shield charm.

"What the hell?" Ron bellowed as his eyes widened. There was then a thump and a string of curses heard.

"If this is what you really feel about you bestfriend then you won't be seeing him for the rest of your life," Harry said angrily before disapparating on the spot.

So much for peace and happiness.

"Fantastic. Just bloody fantastic."

Harry had apparated to his flat. He bought it right after the War but he never used it. He was always at the Burrow. When Ron told him that buying a flat was nonsense and that he should stay at the Burrow—well, Ron didn't say nonsense… he actually said a curse word that's better off unsaid—anyway, when Ron had said that, Harry thought that Ron would finally tell hem what he'd been wanting to hear since sixth year—that Ron loved him. But no—he had his hopes up too high. When Ron and Harry flooed to the Burrow, Ron immediately shot Harry a full-body bind spell and sneered at him. Then, he insulted Harry and took his wan before he beat him up—surprisingly, Muggle way.

Harry still couldn't forget Ron's harsh words that day…

You're nothing but rubbish. The only reason my family associated ourselves with you is because of the fame and money you had. We would've cut it short and tricked you earlier but Dumbledore was still alive then. Then, we had to keep up our appearances when that old codger finally died—so that you'd keep trusting us and so that Voldemort won't think of recruiting us. Well, now we—I can do whatever I like. I could kill you off and no one would care. Not one person, Potter. All the other wizards and witches tolerate you because you're the one who saved us. Well I'm not going to take that crap. No one would notice if I killed you—or made you my slave. The Mudblood's gone and so are Longbottom and his loony girlfriend. Oh, and you think I didn't notice how attracted to me you are? Especially in sixth year—when I was shagging lavender in our dorms. I saw you glaring at our direction. At first, I thought you fancied Lavender—but after a few days of seeing how you acted… I figured it out. Half-blood and a fag, huh? That's why no one bloody cares about you, Potter.

Harry shivered at the thought of Ron.

I don't think I'll be able to handle it here in London—with the Weasleys around…, Harry realized. He quickly charmed his possessions to pack themselves. Then, he phoned the airport to get tickets for the earliest flight to America. Why America? Well… All the other continents seem too close to Europe. Too close to Britain. Too close to Ron.

Harry shook his head as if doing so could solve his problems. Then, he looked at himself in the mirror.

Am I that ugly that only two people have taken interest in me in my whole life?, Harry thought sadly as he stared at his heart-shaped face. It was framed by his ever-messy jet-black hair. Harry had let it grow since the summer after fifth year. It was longer but still messy. He had grown it in memory of Sirius. Harry's wonderful green eyes were still the same. Harry had a straight nose that once supported his round shaped glasses. He had Madam Pomfrey fix his eyes as soon as the War ended. His lips were pink and Ginny had described them as kissable when she stilled lived.

Ginny was one of the girls who like Harry genuinely. At first, she agreed with the other Weasleys—she, too, was disgusted with Harry—but when she really met and got to know the real Harry, she fell in love with him. The only problem was that Harry only saw her as a sister. Moreover, he liked Ron—something he now regrets.

Hermione was the other girl who liked Harry but it was short-lived. She quickly realized that things were better if she and Harry just had a brother-sister relationship. She made a great sister,

The others—Cho Chang, Romilda Vane—they all just wanted Harry for his fame.

Just like the Weasleys, Harry realized. Harry winced. He didn't want to think about them anymore. So he promptly picked up his trunk and apparated to the airport.

Maybe in America, I'll find someone who will truly love me for who I am.

Harry woke up as the pilot announcing the landing in a few minutes. The earliest flight to America turned out to be heading for Seattle. It was quite lucky for Harry since he knew a town near there where Remus' friends lived. It was called Forks. Remus' friends were shapeshifters who, at one point of Remus' life, helped him through his transformations. Harry was acquainted with them during the War and they were kind enough to offer Harry a place to stay when he phoned them to say he'll be arriving. Harry politely declined the offer. He wanted to be independent. He did however tell them that he'd approach them if he needed anything. Declining the offer of the Quileutes meant that Harry had no house to go to. Thus, when he got off the plane, he immediately got to an estate company to look for a decent home.

The woman who showed Harry the different houses he could buy was very kind, though there was something about her that Harry couldn't place. Her name's Esme Cullen.

"I think this should be perfect for you. It's simple yet exquisite. What do you think?" she said softly as she looked at a picture of a grey and white two-storey house located in the woods. It was quite beautiful. It would be perfect for Harry since it was far from other people. The nearest neighbor would be miles away. No on would pester about his past or wonder about the magic he does. Esme knew just what Harry liked. Harry grinned.

"I'll take it."