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AN: Got another one for y'all! Thank you so much for reviews! You're the best viewers ever! I'm really excited for this story right now because I finally got past the hard part of creating the bridges to my main idea and story plot line. I'll try to keep updating when I can. I'm currently moving so I'll post in between packing boxes. Without further ado I give you...

Chapter 7

Two weeks later found Harry settling into his new cottage by the river. Kat and Don were sad to see him go but with the promise of keeping in touch they were satisfied to help him move his belongings to his new home. Harry had found a charming motorcycle at one of the dealerships in Seattle and had put some of the last of his savings towards it. They even threw in a free helmet and jacket for taking the motorcycle. They seemed pleased that someone had taken it off their hands. Apparently the last owner had ridden it until he passed away and they really wanted to see it go to a good home.

Kat and Don had pulled together and had gotten him a lovely housewarming gift of some starter furniture for his cottage including a bed, dresser, breakfast table and chairs, and a great overstuffed sofa. Harry was so lost for words that he just replied with a thank you and gave them both an enormous bear hug. After moving the last of it in, they had bid him a very fond farewell and headed back home.

It was about a week before school would be starting and Harry had finally finished the last of his unpacking. He finally had a place all to himself that he could practice all his gifts without people finding out. He had quickly changed all the colors of his walls to some really warm browns and tans and a very peaceful blue for his bedroom. When he hadn't been unpacking, he had been practicing. He now could move objects just by pointing at them. He could make small things just appear before him and most fascinating was that he could create fire. That last one was his favorite. He could create it, control it, make it grow and it never even burned him once. Oh but it did burn other things. He had accidentally set fire to his kitchen curtains that Kat had made for him. He had been so upset by that. That was until another gift showed itself and mended the curtains and left them completely unblemished. It was then that he decided that there was nothing he couldn't do.

A week before school started, Harry left his cozy cottage to go explore and get enrolled in the local high school. People might start asking questions if he wasn't in school at his age. He rode down the main road towards the high school. It was easy to find in this small charming town. It was nothing compared to the huge metropolis of Seattle that he had grown used to. He pulled into the parking lot and parked right up front. He took his helmet off and placed it onto his bike and headed towards the office. Locating it easily he went in to fill out his paperwork and be on his way.

"Hello, welcome to Forks High School. How can I help you dear?" the lady at the front greeted him cheerfully. She had a name plaque that read Edith Smith. She had pretty brown hair and warm motherly face to go with it.

"Hello," he greeted back, "I'm here to fill out all of my paperwork to enroll for classes next week. I just moved here from Seattle." Harry fished out his identification and all the necessary paperwork he had brought with him.

"Oh a new student! How wonderful, well let me get this all processed for you. Where are your parents?" She asked while she started doing the paperwork.

"They passed away when I was a baby. I'm emancipated. I live by myself over by the river." He replied with a slight smile on his face.

"I'm sorry to hear that, well I'll take care of all this. Why don't you have a seat and I'll be right back with your schedule my dear." With that she turned around to her desk and started filling out his forms. He walked over to the bench by the door and took a seat to wait on the nice lady. Harry took out his phone and pulled up the internet. He quickly located a grocery store not far from his current spot. Having settled on his next errand, Harry focused back on Ms. Edith and her current status with his information.

"Well Mr. Potter I've got you all set. Here's your class schedule and your orientation packet. Make sure to get all your teachers to sign your schedule on your first day and bring it back to me so I can complete your file. Other than that, welcome to Forks High Mr. Potter." She finished enthusiastically, handing over the packet.

"Thanks so much for all your help ma'am. I'll be seeing you next week then." He replied. With that, he left the office and headed back to his bike. He put his helmet back on and zipped up his jacket and mounted the bike. He started her up and headed off towards his next errand.

Harry turned out of the parking lot and went just down the road to the grocery store. He was excited to try out his saddle bags that were generously included with his jacket and helmet. He found a close parking spot and took off his helmet again. He headed into the local store to grab what he would need for the next week. Being that he was on the motorcycle, he knew he couldn't get too much but he could always come back for more later. He grabbed a basket and started going down the aisles. About halfway through the store, Harry ran into a gorgeous woman who was pushing a cart half full.

"Oh please excuse me, I wasn't watching where I was going." He said as he backed up out of her bubble.

"Oh hun, it's not a problem at all. I'm Esme Cullen. Who might you be?" She inquired as she straightened out her clothes.

"I'm Harry, I just moved here from Seattle." He replied beating her to the punch of having never seen him before in Forks.

"That explains it. Well hopefully you'll meet my children. They attend the high school here. Two are seniors and the other three are Juniors. I'll see you around Mr. Harry." she said as she went back to her shopping.

"The same to you as well Mrs. Cullen." he replied as went to finish his shopping as well.

After checking out he walked back to his bike and began filling up his saddle bags with the spoils of his adventure. He quickly came to realize though that maybe his bags weren't as big as he thought they were. Taking a quick look around he tried to see if anyone was near or at least looking his way. Not seeing anyone at the time he waved his hand at each of his saddle bags to try and increase the size of the bags. The result was the inside grew bigger even though the outside stayed the same. Interesting, he thought, that's not exactly what I thought would happen but definitely better than expected. Not looking a gift horse in the mouth, he quickly loaded the impossible into his now larger saddle bags and took off towards home.

Andrew Dig'll stood over in the shadow of the grocery store. He had seen the new young man do something extraordinary with those groceries. He saw the amount that young man had brought out to his motorcycle and knew that there was no way that was all going to fit in those side bags. He was curious what he would do once they were full and then he saw him use wandless nonverbal magic. Oh he was very excited at the prospect of this new young man in Forks. Life was about to get very interesting.

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