TITLE: It's Never So Simple As That

AUTHOR: Heartfelt Death

RATED: M

SUMMARY: Harry Potter is fed up with being the Boy Who Lived, so he runs away to America and settles in Forks, Washington. It's all Muggles, right? No more funny business…except the fact that some of the locals are vampires and werewolves. (Harry Potter – Twilight cross over)

DISCLAIMER: Yea. I wish.

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CHAPTER ONE: Flight

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Green eyes flicked over a small room in 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, Britain. Round glasses were pushed back up a nose, and untidy black hair was flicked away from the eyes. The owner turned, taking in the sparse room for the last time. A snow white owl hooted softly and impatiently, urging the tan boy to get a move on with her huge golden eyes.

"Yea, yea…ok girl, let's go." Harry Potter had already moved the rest of his things downstairs silently, each creak making him cringe with the fear of waking his relatives up. All that was left to take down was himself and Hedwig.

Walking down the sidewalk with his trunk and owl, he stopped at the neighborhood park. He waited patiently and was soon rewarded with a triple-decker, comic-book-purple bus.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus…" The green eyed sixteen year old zoned out after that, getting on the magical bus and telling the conductor he wanted the Leaky Caldron. When they arrived at the pub, he quietly got his things and went inside, booking a one bed room.

Inside, he opened Hedwig's cage, petting her soft feathers and letting her nip his fingers affectionately. "Go on, Hedwig. This will be your last chance to hunt those silly British mice and rats. Maybe the American ones'll be more of a challenge." The snowy owl hooted cheerfully in response, flying out the window the boy opened for her.

He checked the time, settling on the creaking bed. 3:07. The Witching Hour. A small smile played across his lips at the thought as he sank into the warm darkness of the night and sleep.

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Harry scrunched his eyes against the red light pulling him from sleep. Opening his depthless green orbs just worsened the urge to kill the sun.

He shoved his glasses back into place on his nose, running a hand through his untidy hair.

Looking blearily around, he saw a flight attendant smiling sheepishly at him.

"I'm sorry, sir, but there was no other way to wake you."

Harry smiled reassuringly. "It's no problem. Are we in Washington yet?"

The flight attendant nodded, apparently relieved that she hadn't angered a customer. She smiled before turning to help another passenger with their bags.

Harry heaved himself up, stretching, and felt excitement rush through his body. He was away from the hellish life of the press on his tail, people asking for autographs, wanting him to knock them up so they could have his child…he suppressed a shudder at the last thought.

Many of the Muggles stared as he walked through the airport after picking up a disgruntled Hedwig. He then grabbed his trunk and sighed.

At Mr. Ollivander's, he had explained what he was going to do, and was given, with many wishes of good luck, an unregistered wand. After he'd gotten that, he had gone to Gringotts and withdrawn all money, trading it in for Muggle money. He'd then used his new wand to shrink the money and had stowed the millions of pounds, traded later for millions of dollars, in a small plastic baggy in a secret compartment in his trunk.

The goblins had eyed him suspiciously when he'd made the huge transaction, and it was only a matter of time before they told the press about what he'd done.

But no need to worry about that. Now, I'm living in a small, rainy, completely Muggle town. He smiled. No one would ever find him.

The taxi drive was a fairly silent one on his part. The driver constantly jabbered, talking about political issues, how much he hated President Bush, Hurricane Katrina, how he hated Bush, the Iraq war, and how much he hated Bush. Harry's only contributions were nods and "hmm"s here and there. Finally, they arrived at the hotel in Forks, and Harry gladly left the cab.

After setting Hedwig free, he let jet lag take over, rescheduling himself over the next few days.

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"Good morning! You must be Mr. Potter." An elderly woman sat behind the reception desk at Forks High.

Harry nodded, smiling at the woman. This place was perfect; small, secluded, and best of all: Muggles only.

"Okay, well, Mr. Potter – "

"Harry."

She smiled. "Harry, this is Edward Cullen. Edward will be your tour guide."

Harry held his hand out, but received no handshake in return, reminding him ironically of how he'd turned down Malfoy's friendship. Letting his hand drop, he looked the other boy over. Light, auburn-brown hair; chiseled, inhumanly handsome features; deathly pale skin and lavender purple circles under his eyes. But, weirder than any of that, butterscotch eyes.

Edward frowned and motioned for Harry to follow him. Once out of the front office, Harry said, "So, what kind of extracurriculars you got?" Harry sighed sadly on the inside at the prospect of playing a Muggle sport, since he was unable to play Quidditch.

"Not much. Small town." Edward stared at him, his eyes hard, but said nothing.

"Merlin's pants, what? Did I say something?"

Edward shook his head and said, "Come on, lunch is about to start. You can sit in Biology where I usually sit; I have something to do."

Harry watched Edward, wondering why he was so mysterious…and why the hell all the kids stared at him as he followed to a class room. At least it's just because I'm new and not because I'm the bloody Boy Who Lived. He scowled, a pang of guilt hitting him, guilt of leaving the Wizarding world behind to deal with Voldemort…but they needed to learn how to fight for their fucking selves, not dump it on a kid when he somehow survives the Killing Curse.

"Hey! Who are you?"

Harry looked up from his dark thoughts to find that Edward now had a girl, who was quite pretty, holding hands with him. He smiled, still half in his thoughts, and held his hand out.

"Harry Potter."

She did a double take. "You're a Brit! That's so cool!" She shook his hand. "Bella Swan."

Harry forced a smile and trailed after the couple, still thinking about everyone he'd left. Ron and Hermione, probably already making marriage plans…poor Remus…

Harry's heart clenched at the thought of the last Marauder, the last tie to his father. Remus was now all alone, alone when the full moon rose and turned him into the werewolf he hated so much. Tears pricked his green eyes.

"Hey, Harry, are you okay?" He blinked the unshed tears away and nodded to Bella.

"Yea, yea…'m fine." He attempted to smile. She threw him a worried glance, turning to sit down with some kids. Harry sat down in the empty section of the table still brooding, not noticing Edward joining him.

"Where are you from?"

Harry considered the question. "Depends on what you mean. Where did I live most my life? Where's my home? What part of what country?"

"All."

Harry frowned but answered. "I lived ten years of my life in the cupboard under the stairs of my aunt and uncle's house after my parents were murdered, and then about five or six years in the smallest bedroom they had. My home is the boarding school I used to go to before I ran away. And I've no clue where Hogwarts is."

Edward stared at him. "How can you go somewhere and not know where it is?"

Harry shrugged. "Magic…I guess." He smiled a bit.

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Edward had left soon after their conversation, along with a girl and another boy who were just as mysterious as him, and just as pale. That left Bella to take Harry to Biology.

She quickly explained the situation to the teacher before showing the green eyed boy where they were going to sit.

The teacher handed out papers on blood types and handed them all the equipment needed to prick themselves like they had last year, giving instructions.

"Uh, do you think I could leave?" Bella looked slightly faint.

The teacher looked at her, then seemed to remember something. "Ah, yes, and take Mr. Potter with you." Bella rose and left, taking her stuff.

Harry followed. "What was that about?"

"Sorry, I just get faint around blood." She glared out into the parking lot. "I knew there was a reason he skipped out on me."

Harry sighed and sat down, propping himself against the side of the main building. Sleep slowly began to engulf him.

Harry wandered a fog shrouded maze, the silence pressing in on him. Things scuttled back and forth behind him. Suddenly he found himself in the center of the maze, in a graveyard, Voldemort holding the Tri-Wizard Tournament Cup, his bone white wand pointed at Cedric, his parents, and Sirius.

"NO! CEDRIC RUN! MUM! MUM, DAD!" The three of them fell to the ground, three flashes of green killing them. Voldemort's high-pitched laughter filled the cold, dead air. He turned his wand to Sirius.

Tears streamed down his face as he was held back, the Death Eaters laughing. "NO! LEAVE HIM ALONE! SIRIUS!" Bellatrix slit her cousin's throat, laughing.

Remus appeared, turning into a werewolf and attacking everyone, getting himself killed. All around Harry, his friends fought and died, all while he was tied to a statue. Ron and Hermione fell, Ron still holding her in death. Tonks fell, Moody, Fred, George, Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley…he screamed, but no one heard him.

He watched his little sister, Ginny, die, and he watched Seamus and Neville die fighting to protect each other. Neville, the boy who could have been in Harry's place, the boy who deserved to have parents as much as Harry did.

The fighting stopped, and the only ones left were the Death Eaters and Voldemort.

The snake like man stepped up, walking on all of Harry's friends and family. He hissed in Parseltongue, "You have lost everything dear to you, Potter. Soon, you will lose your life." A pale finger touched his lightning bolt scar, and he screamed in agony and pain…slipping into death…

"Harry! Harry! Wake up! It's just a dream!"

He shot up, sweat pouring from his pores, his eyes overflowing with tears. Bella was standing over him, Edward watching in the back ground.

"S…sorry," He gulped in huge breaths, panting, the horrors of the nightmare lingering in his mind. "Jet lag…I guess." He closed his eyes and shuddered, tears still making their way down his face.

"Edward, I'm taking him home. He can't stay here like this." He felt a hand pull him up and opened his eyes as he was led to a huge red truck. He climbed in, leaning his forehead against the cold glass, his burning scar being soothed.

Neither talked, except Bella to find where he lived, which wasn't but three blocks from her house.

The silence was broken again by Bella. "If, you don't mind…what were you dreaming about? You kept talking in your sleep, calling for your mom and dad, for someone named Cedric and someone named Sirius. And you kept murmuring other names until right before you woke up, where you kept screaming. And you were hissing like a snake." She looked at him worriedly.

"I…" He sighed. "There's a murderer, a mass murderer, running amuck in England. A long time ago, he heard something that led him to believe that to take over the world, he had to kill me, because otherwise I would stop him, I would kill him. So he murdered my parents, and attempted to kill me, but…something went wrong. My mother sacrificed herself for me, so I had an ancient protection residing in me. When he tried to kill me, it left me with only this scar." He pushed his bangs up. "He…fled, you could say, and hid for ten years. I was only one at the time.

"I was sent to my aunt and uncle's house, who hated me and…people like me. They starved me and beat me, but since my aunt and mother were sisters, the protection ran through my aunt's blood. So I had to stay there. I should've stayed there, but I ran away.

"Anyways, my first year at the boarding school I went to, the murderer tried to kill me with the help of one of the teachers. The second year, I was attacked by the murderer again, along with a huge relative to snakes. Third year, I found that someone, Sirius, was an accused murderer, and that he was the one who sold my parents to the mass murderer. But in truth, he was my father's best friend, and he was framed by someone who used to be friends with him, Remus, and my father, named Peter Pettigrew. Pettigrew, nicknamed Wormtail, sold my parents out. Sirius was my godfather. But before we could turn Wormtail in, he escaped and so we had to save Sirius and help him escape before they sent him back to prison or killed him." Harry took a deep breath, images clouding over his sight of the road before them. "In fourth year, someone entered me into a tournament, a deadly one. I was the fourth contestant, and there were only supposed to be three. The other contestants were a Bulgarian from another boarding school, a French girl from a boarding school, and Cedric, from my school. We fought huge, deadly creatures, rescued friends from the bottom of a lake, and had to get through a maze filled with creatures that could eat you whole. At the center of the maze was the cup that you had to get to win. The French and Bulgarian contestants forfeited earlier in the maze, so it was just me and Cedric. We decided to take the cup at the same time, since it would be a victory for our school either way. The murderer showed up though, and told Wormtail to 'kill the spare'. Cedric was dead before I could do anything. The murderer summoned his followers, and dueled me. I barely escaped." A shuddering breath left the boy. "Fifth year. The murderer was back, but most everyone refused to believe that it was so. No one believed me. The year went by, and I taught a secret class so we could defend ourselves against the murderer. Then I found that the murderer had my godfather and was torturing him. Five others, Ginny, Luna, Ron, Hermione, and Neville, and myself ran to save him, but it was just a lure to get me to get something for the murderer. We fought his followers, and then those who are on my side came to save us, Sirius included. But Sirius's cousin, Bellatrix, killed him. That was just a few months ago.

"My nightmare was about them. I was in the maze, and then I saw my parents, Cedric, and Sirius. I watched them get killed, then I was tied to a statue and forced to watch my entire family die. Then the murderer came up and tortured me. That's why I was screaming." He continued to stare out the window as it began to drizzle.

Bella stopped the truck in front of the small, one floor house Harry'd bought. "That's horrible…" she whispered.

Harry smiled sadly. "It's my life. It always has been. I'm the Boy Who Lived, the one who survived an attack from Voldemort. I'm the Savior, the one who's supposed to save everyone from him. It was a task given to me the instant I was born." He looked over at her. "I'm just running away from it." He got out of the truck. "Would you like to come in?"

Bella nodded, trying to take in all that had happened to this boy, who was told to kill someone at the age of sixteen.

Harry hung his keys on a key rack, along with his jacket. "Welcome to the humble abode of Harry Potter."

The living room didn't have much in it. A couch, a TV, a very strange looking radio, a fire place. A hoot came from the corner and a snowy owl landed on Harry's outstretched arm. No photos lined the walls. An album of some sort lay open on the mantelpiece above the fire next to a small flower pot filled with green powder.

"What would you like to drink?" Harry asked as he pet the owl.

"Um, water would be nice." Harry smiled and turned, walking into the kitchen while talking softly to the majestic bird.

Bells moved towards the album, picking it up. It was filled with pictures, but they moved. The first one was of a couple holding a little baby. The man had round glasses, brown eyes and untidy black hair, the woman had brilliant green eyes and fiery red hair, and the infant had untidy black hair and green eyes. Bella smiled at the picture, though she was a little disconcerted with the fact that they moved.

The next picture was of the same couple, but on their wedding day. A black haired man was laughing, clapping the groom on the back. She wondered who it was.

The other pictures were those of Harry and other people. There was a picture of Harry in black robes and a gold and scarlet scarf wrapped around his neck, standing between a girl with curly hair and a boy with bright red hair, all three laughing. There were red haired twins, blowing something up; a blond, dreamy eyed girl; a scarred, pleasant looking man with light brown hair and slightly golden eyes; a freckled Irish boy; a handsome boy holding an odd looking ball; a group of kids standing behind Harry in a room with mirrors lining the walls like a dance room; a red haired girl waving; a grizzled man with one large electric blue eye that swiveled on its own; the black haired man with an arm around Harry, odd tattoos visible through his half open shirt; and many others. The last picture was of a group of people, Harry's parents standing next to the scarred, brown haired man and the black haired man. The grizzled man was there, along with a few others she'd seen in previous photos, but many were unfamiliar. Underneath was a caption that read: The Order of the Phoenix.

The next page held no photos except the ones attached to the newspaper clippings. They moved and so did the headlines. There were many, one called Potter Plotter?, another called Dumbledore: Daft or Dangerous? There were also articles about breakouts from a prison called Azkaban, pictures of insane people, particularly a woman named Bellatrix Lestrange. Bella shuddered, but one article caught her eye. She read the date. 8-4-2007.

THE BOY WHO VANISHED

Our famous Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, has vanished! A friend of his went to his Muggle relatives' house to see Mr. Potter, to find that he'd been missing for three days. Remus Lupin, the friend of Potter's and a werewolf, tells us that "Harry is responsible and probably just wanted to get away from the limelight."

But we at the Daily Prophet believe that Potter is running away. I myself was contacted by the goblins of Gringotts just yesterday and they have informed me that on August 1st, Potter entered Gringotts and withdrew all money in his vault, and any items were given to Potter, who shrank them and stowed them in his pockets. They also tell me that he traded all his Galleons and Sickles and Knuts for Muggle money.

As of this moment, the Order of the Phoenix is searching for Potter in likely, and unlikely, places. We've gotten confirmation through a secure source that the Death Eaters are also on the move and on the look out for Potter. You-Know-Who grows stronger by the day my readers. I'm afraid that, should it be the case that young Potter has indeed abandoned us, we must be very careful. Keep safe, and make sure that if you see Mr. Potter you contact Albus Dumbledore immediately.

Bella stared at the article. What did they mean? What was going on?

She jumped as a hand landed on her shoulder.

Green eyes glared from behind round glasses into her brown eyes.

"I'm so sorry…it was open and I – "

"Curiosity killed the cat," he whispered, taking the photo album and laying it on the mantelpiece again. He turned back to her, debating with himself.

"Well, you've already seen too much, so I guess a little more knowledge won't hurt…but if death follows me like it usually does, I'll have to erase your memory." He sat with a sigh, looking ancient. He handed her the glass of water, sipping some of his Earl Gray tea with lemon.

"Well…" He looked up at her, green eyes piercing her soul. "I'm a wizard."

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Yesh, so, this is such a cool cross over in my opinion. But if you haven't read Twilight, I suggest you don't read the next chapter until you do read Twilight. It's the other book. Sooooooo, please review! I love you all! And, YES, I am working on T4 and the Cross Over…AND Taming the Animal…garh.

Heartfelt Death