A/N: Thank you to those who reviewed this story, especially Lissa Black for the first Review for this sot.
Disclaimer:I don't own these characters or these books, J.K. Rowling and S. Meyer do.
Forks
"Sir, the plane has landed" the petite flight attendant said, reaching out to tap the sleeping passenger on the shoulder.
"Oh, Thanks" The man said, waking up before she even touched him. The flight attendant stared at the man, who had Bright Emerald eyes, he looked familiar, she just couldn't tell why. The green-eyed man smiled at her, before getting up and leaving the plane.
Her eyes followed the retreating man's back before it struck her; Harry Potter, that British Rock star her sister wouldn't shut up about, what's he doing in Washington?
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Harry Potter didn't need glasses, he hasn't for four years now. It just didn't do for a high ranking Auror to have the disadvantage of poor eyesight, so he got his eyes fixed, it was painful, but worth it.
Although he still kept a pair of square black glasses for those times he'd hide from the paparazzi, after all, who'd expect a rock star to dress and look like an adult?
That was what he was doing now, blending in with the crowd as a normal adult, no one would notice him getting his luggage, or getting in a taxi, or even him stopping to take a piss in a public restroom. Harry loved this, he loved being normal, he loved not being mobbed, he love those glasses as he did his wand, he honestly thought he'd never live in peace without it.
And now Harry was going to live in Forks, Washington, where he'd inherited a house from his god father, Sirius black. He didn't know what he'd do there, all he knew was he needed to leave England and all the bad memories.
When the Taxi parked in front of his new home, harry got his first view of his house. It was a Victorian style house with a fountain of a Grim spitting water towards the sky. Harry shook his head at the house, only the blacks would have a gigantic house hidden among the trees in a small town like Forks.
When Harry got settled in, he set to work arranging furniture and cleaning the dusty rooms up, he also stocked the kitchen with food, and ordered a car to get around. It took a total of a week to finish fixing up the house, then he focused on his studio room, which he still had to soundproof, move instruments and paint over the puke green walls.
At the end of the day, Harry collapsed in his four-post Black Bed and promptly fell asleep with exhaustion. He would probably finish the studio by tomorrow, then he'd have to find a something to do while he wasn't composing a song for his fourth Album, which he only had half a song finished for, Harry was finding it hard to find inspiration in the confines of his Unnecessarily huge house.
Maybe he could explore forks when he finished with the studio. He might find a job too, if only for something to do.
A/N: I know it's not very exciting, but next chapter will be way more for reading, if you wnat me to update, just review. I'd really appreciate it.