Title: White Rose
Pairings: Jake(Dom)/Harry(Sub), Ron/Hermione, Neville/Luna, Draco/Lena, Luna(sister)/Harry (brother)/Draco (brother) relationship.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter (or Twilight if I decide to make this a crossover).
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Story idea
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It was over.
He would never kill again, he closed his bright tears stained green eyes. He had nothing left, but it was fine because he did what was needed of him as always. With a deep breath he turned to survey the battle seen, the death eaters that have not been caught or killed fled, or tried too. There wasn't much of the light side left, time froze over for him in that moment and he knew looking out of the blood bath and crying witches and wizards from both sides, he could not stay here. This was not the place for him anymore.
So he left.
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White Rose cabin was bought out side the town line near La Push reservation, the cabin is a small richly built place that's been on the mark for years, all most everyone in town had given up the idea of anyone every buying it. The privies owner had been some wealthy nature freak who died about five years ago. His family placed the cabin on market as soon as they couldn't and didn't even bother removing any of the man's stuff. They sold the stuff with the house, too busy to bother with it.
The teen who stepped into the retail agency looked to be no older then sixteen, maybe younger. He was real small with un-kept black hair; he tried to flatten in a nervous gesture. He looked up and his emerald green eyes met the women behind the counter. He smiled forcedly, "Um, hi." He began. "My names Harry James, I talked to someone over the phone yesterday about my property?"
The women blushed at the charming young man and stuttered out a 'yes' before going to the filing cabinets' to find the paper work. "I just had every thing this morning." She muttered. "The privies' owner sent it right over for you…um, if you don't mind me asking…how old are you?"
"Seventeen," Harry answered, "legal age where I come from."
"Oh, is that so?" she asked, "Where is that?"
"England," Harry answered, "My paper work?"
"Oh! Yes, sorry," she stumbled out and turned back to the cabinets, "Right here!" she called in triumph and smacked down a large venial envelop. "The places you have to sign are marked." She told him as they flipped through the pages. "The contract says you're paying the full price, all at once." She gasped out in shock, "That must be a mistake, I'll call them up right away." She turned towards the phone.
"There is no mistake." Harry said signing the last of the lines, "I agreed to this amount, if that is all?"
"Yes…" she handed him the copies of the contract and a set of keys.
"Have a good day," Harry grinned s he left the agency.
"Have a good day…" the door smacked shut behind Forks newest member of the community.
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The cabin is made out of Seeder, with a wrap around porch and right above the front door is a white rose stain glass window, which is how the cabin received its name, The White Rose.
Harry stared up the over grown field, his car couldn't even drive up the drive way, or at least he thought it was where the drive way was suppose to be. He had to park on the side on the road and walk through the field to the door; it was going to be a hassle for him to mow the lawn. He fingered his wand wanting nothing more then to take it out and be done with it, but he had to appear normal and just waving his wand and having to lawn to as good as any of the other Stanford house he passed back in the city.
