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Summary: The war has ended with Voldemorts death. Many lifes was lost and all Harry wants to do is find somewhere to settle down without reportes following his every step, and he finds a little muggletown in the middle of nowhere, where he hope to be able to hold a small profile and just live the rest of his missreable life in peace. But that seems impossible when a stalking vampire claimes to be his mate.

Warning: This story containce SLASH!(male x male) If you have problems with this I sugest that you don't read this story. Also warning for blood( hello... vampires), violence,child abuse,slight angst, possible m-preg (havn't decided yet) and Bella-bashing.

"Blah" - speak

§Blah§ - Pharseltounge

'Blah' - thoughts + spells + story quotes

Blah - Flashback

*Blah* - Mind reading

Black and Bronze

Chapter 1: New in town

Harry was not comfortable on the plane, it was loud and crowded. The seats was close togheter, hard to lean on and impssible to relax in. He coudn't sleep without getting nightmares, he had asked madame Pomfrey many times before if he could get a couple of dreamless sleeping draught but she wouldn't allowe it; 'You could get an addiction to it' she had said. Old overprotective hag is what she was. He knew how to take care of himshelf, he had to know to be able to survive past his sixteen'th birthday. For six years of his life he have had nothing nut the crazy lunatic called Voldemort on his mind, to destroy Voldemort had been his focus for so long that he was constantly on high alert. It was near imossibe for him to fully relax anymore.

The last eight months had not been good to him.

After the war people began to go to him with all their problems, even if it was easely fixed they refused to do it themshelf. The Daily Phrophe was having a fieldtrip for weeks. They wrote nothing in it that wasn't about Harry Potter, 'The savior of the magical world'. The reporters wouldn't leave him alone for a minute. Worst of them was Rita Skeeter, who had now given out a book about him, just like she did when Dumbledore died. Everything was driving him up the wall. There wasn't many of his friends left to be by his side, to help him get ride of the reporters, to make him relax and be himself with. The only ones alive was Neville Longbottom, Bill and Percy Weasley, Draco Malfoy (who turned to the light side when his mother was killed during fifth year), and Tonks who left to take care of Teddy by herself. Neville now was all alone, like Harry, his parents lost their life in a attack at st' Mungos. He started working at Hogwarts as a professor in Herbology. Harry still held contact with him from time to time. But they never mentioned anything about their deceased friends or the war.

Bill had it tough, he was left alone with his two year old child, who kept asking where his mommy was. He lost his pregnant wife. He resigned from his job as a curse-breaker for Gringotts and was looking for a new employment. Something that would allow him to be at home at the evenings and take care of his son, Reymond, who would be at a day care.

Percy had finally seen the truth at last at the end of Harry's fifth year, he began to spy at the Ministry and became a important member for the Order. He didn't take part in the final battle, he was at the Ministry at the time of the attack and couldn't get there until the battle was over. He helped with carrying the bodies back up to the castle, which was an emotional thing for him. To see the faces of all those he knew, those he loved, all the while knowing that it was a empty body he were carrying. When he saw the bodies of his parents, Fred, George, Ron and Ginny he screamed out in anguish. He and Bill toke care of their family together and firecalled Charlie afterward. The three men held a family funeral for six members that didn't survive the war. The funeral wasn't big or fancy. Only the closest friends where there to say goodbye to them.

Draco had fought hard in the battle, and had saved Harry's life many times during it. He faced of his own father and killed him. After the war Draco became the one person who Harry actually talked to. He shut out everyone else because they brought up to many memories, but not Draco. Maybe it was because they hadn't been friends for that long, maybe it was because they used to hate each other so that now the only memories he brought up was the ones of their fights. When he look back on those memories he can't help but to smile, those fights were silly and childish compared to the fights in the war, which were both bloody and brutal, where you died if you were to slow, or got a leg cut of if you wasn't observant of the people you got behind your back instead getting your front teeth enlarged, or a simple nosebleed which was easily fixed.

Harry only told Draco which country he was going to. It just seemed like the right thing to do, so that if something happened in Britain Draco could contact him and the other way round. Maybe he could even come to Forks and visit?

The seven year old girl in the seat in front of him stood on her knees, leaning over the back of the seat with her face towards him. She was making weird faces at him and openly mocked him. He payed no mind to her and was focusing on not to curse the man next to him who was currently asleep on Harry's shoulder, snoring loudly in his ear and drooling on his black, long sleeved t-shirt. If he would be able to last the rest eight-hours of the flight, he would need to fall asleep, which was impossible if he wanted it to be nightmare-free.

But he managed to do it and fell into a dreamless sleep, the first he had in a long time.

Harry exited the air port in Seattle in the early afternoon. He grabbed a taxi and was on his way to his new home. He had bought a two-story house in the forest at the edge of the small town. It was done in Victorian style and had a little tower at the top, and was made in white stone. He had fell in love with the house the moment he saw it.

As the car parked he exited the backseat with a bag in hand(The rest was shrunken in his pockets), and the taxi took off again. Harry stood there for a few minutes, just looking at the house, his house. This was a new start, where nobody knew about 'The-Boy-Who-Lived'. Where he could be who he wanted to be, without other people interfering.

He went up the front steps and unlocked the door. A creaking sound was heard throughout the empty house. He made a mental note to fix the door as he made his way inside. The room he entered was big, it took about half of the entire ground floor, the only other rooms on the floor was the kitchen, a salon and a small guest bathroom. The second floor held the sleeping quarters. There was three bedrooms, one master bedroom, one slightly smaller room and one guest room. Each room had an own bathroom. Then there was the tower, which Harry had decided to dedicate to his familiars needs.

He took out the other suitcases and two cages and put them on the floor, he took his wand out of it's holster, which was on his forearm, and pointed it at the suitcases. "Engorgio" The bags grew to their normal sizes and he could hear how one of the cages occupant was hissing in discomfort, Harry chuckled as he went towards it and opened the cage. Out crawled a snakes, hissing angrily at him. But he paid it no mind as he opened the other cage. In it was two small snow leopards, one female and one male. Harry had bought them only a week before. They were just over a month old and had clear blue eyes. Harry had named the female Syria, in memory of Sirius, and the male was Serga.

The snake he had had for nearly a year. It was a Butter corn snake, a female named Sharuga, who was 5´2 ft long and was different shades of yellow. The three animals had quickly become his best friends. The two leopards were like having two small versions of Sirius before he ended up in azkaban, hence the names, they loved to play together and often took Harry's socks from him. They irritated Sharuga endlessly but she liked them anyway, 'They are just cubs, they don't know how the world is like yet, it is impossible not to like them. ' she had said three days before when Harry had asked her about it.

He let the animals have a look around the house as he set to unpack. All the suitcases had an Undetectable Extension Charm put on them. He used his wand to make it all take faster to the room hosted a black couch and armchair, a cofee table in oak, a plasma-tv on the wall, a tv-bench in oak was under it with a DVD-player, stereo and speakers on it. By the door was a rug, a small closet for outdoors clothes and a mirror. Pictures of his friends lined the white walls. All in all it was a cosey livingroom. Next on the list was to fill the kitchen with cooking-equitment. In less than an hour the house was fully decorated and it was time for him to eat. But first the cubs needed feeding. He went out to the back yard and stood at the end of it, by the forest and waited. He needn't wait long, soon a pair of squirrels came by, up in the tree next to him and he was fast with his wand.

"Stupefy! Stupefy!" The squirrels fell motionless to the ground. Harry put his wand back in its holster and took them in their tails and hedded back inside to the kitchen. He summoned forth two bowls and laid the rodents in them. Syria and Serga hadn't yet learned fully, to come when he whistled so he had to go and get them. He found them by staircase, trying to bite of the railing, he scooped them both up in his armes before he went back to the kitchen and put them down by the bolws. Serga started tear his squirrel's head off right away and started to eat while Syria watched him carefully a while before she turned to her own squirrel. She was a little suspicious and sniffed on the food before she cautiously began to tear in it, she ate in a calmer pace than her brother. Harry watched them for a minute, a little disgusted, before he went back to the living room, where Sharuga laid in the armchair, unblinking she was staring at the door.

§Sharuga, I am going out to eat. Watch over the cubs for me. I will be back in an hour.§ He hissed to her as he went to the door and grabbed his jacket and sunglasses. He waited for a reply from her and when he got it he went out the door and locked it.

He walked down the road for twenty minutes and entered the only dining in town. It was small, with only a few old people sitting at the tables, only one other teenager was there with her father. She looked dull and had a snobby air about her, as if she was the most inportant there. She had brown hair and brown eyes. Her father had a police uniform on and dark brown hair with a few grey stripes in it, and he had a mustache. He seated himshelf at the table in the far corner, hung his jacket over his chair and waited for a waitress to arive. He ordered a chicken salad and a glas of water.

The old locals was wishpering with eachother by the bar, but Harry could hear then clearly as he ate, it was entertaining. They wasn't even trying to hush it up. The subject they were discussing was of course Harry, he gave a small shuckle and had to take a sip of the water, at the weird statments they were making about him. Someone thought he had escaped from a fair, one believed he had rubbed a bank and come here to bury the money. It acually was pretty funny, what these people could come up with. But at the comment about he was a killer on the loose, he had to step in.

"It's rude to talk about people you know nothing about." The statment was a bit harsh, but he didn't care. They hit a nerv with that last comment, and he was going to set them straight. "Especially if the one you talk about can hear you." At lest the six old locals had the decence to look embarresst. The teen girl looked on the scene in curiosity, while her father looked ready to step in at any moment. He was on the edge of his chair and his hand rested on the handcuffs he carried on his belt.

One man in his late fifties was brave enough to talk back. " In that case, perhaps you could spread some light on the matter at hand, and tell us" he made a gesture to the other people in the dining " what you have to do here in our town?" Many of the locals nodded in agreement. Harry let out a sigh. "Alright;one, I have not escaped from a fair; two, I haven't robbed a bank; and three, I am here because I moved here from England. There, Is that enough?" He was a little bitter, what right did they have to interrogate him. What right did they have to treat him like an outsider. Just because he didn't come from Forks it didn't mean he was incapable of seeing the town as his home. He took his jacket, laid the money he owed on the table and left the dining without waiting for the shocked people to reply. He headed back home.

Back by one of the occupied tables the teenage girl had her eyes at the door from where the boy had exited minutes before. He picked on her curiosity, and she indented to find out what he was hiding, for he was hiding something, just like she found out about the Cullens. She needed to know, she had to know his secret. She excused herself from the table and went outside to make a call.

"Hey, Jessica, I need your help with something..."

Alice and Jasper was out in the surrounding woods and hunted, Jasper needed to get away from Edward's miserable emotions, he was still lock up in his room, not letting anyone in. He was breaking Esme's heart little by little every day.

They had been out for hours already but they wouldn't be heading back for a while yet. Jasper had just taken down a big elk and was currently watching his wife feeding from a deer. Alice looked up at him and gave a smile that held all the smugness he could sense coming from her. She tossed the now dead animal to the side and leaned a bit forward, limbs tense. Jasper immediately recognized the position she gad taken. Alice was playing with him. She made to attack him. But she never got the chance.

Just as she was about to leap she was sucked into a vision. Jasper's smile vanished from his lips and he was by her side in less than a millisecond to catch her. He couldn't do more than stay by her side and wait for the vision to end.

*Alice's Vision*

The room was spacious, an unmade four poster bed was in the middle of the room and a young boy was standing by a mirror next to it. He had messy, black hair and black sunglasses on, for some reason he refused to show people his eyes. He was trying to decide which shirt he would wear for the day, a black t-shirt or a light blue button up. His brooding was disturbed by a low chuckle in his ear. " Take the blue one." Edward said." You're so damn gorgeous in it." He nuzzled the boy's neck and gently nibbled on the earlobe. Hands roamed over the boy's naked chest and he turned to face Edward. "Take off the glasses, I want to see your beautiful eyes." The boy complied and showed inhumanly beautiful emerald orbs. Edward led the teen back towards the bed and sat on the edge as the boy straddled him. "Love you, Edward." the statement was only a whisper, but Edward heard it as clearly as day. "I love you too, Harry." And he leaned forward and their lips crushed together.

The vision ended but was fast replaced by another.

The same boy but with slightly shorter hair was walking down the road, seemingly deep in thought as he didn't notice the car stopping next to him, an old red Chevy. A girl rolled down the side window and called out to him. "Hey, you need a ride?"

Wha... No, I'm just going to the local high school. It isn't far." He sounded irritated. As if he didn't like it when people asked unneeded questions.

"I know, I'm heading there as well. Are you new in town? I haven't seen you around."

"Good of you to be able to point out the obvious. Your daddy taught you that?" His words was dripping in sarcasm. But the girl seemed utterly clueless of that fact.

"Don't be silly... Sure you don't want a ride?"

"Positive, I don't want to get mixed up with a clueless chit like yourself." And then he just walked away, leaving the highly offended girl behind.

*End of Alice's vision*

She turned her head to look at the worried face of her mate, and gave him a big smile, showing her white teeth. Her brother would be happy soon, he would have a mate to love, protect and cherish. A real mate that wouldn't at all be like her. A mate who would hate her just as much as they did, if not even more. If that second vision was any to go by. Harry. A fitting name for the petite boy she saw in her vision. He was beautiful and absolutely perfect for Edward. But maybe Edward would have to watch out with the stalking tendency of his. This, Harry, did not seem to be the type to appreciate it, like she had been. She didn't understand how Isabella could actually like it when Edward would sneak into her room at night. Oh, well... He would learn not to do anything like that with his real mate.

Alice focused on driving the visions to the back of her mind, instead choose to be thinking about what she and Jasper would be doing that night. She motioned to Jasper to follow as she sprinted back to the house.

She needed to tell the rest of the family and at the same time trying to keep the image of Harry out of her mind so that Edward wouldn't try to peek. After all, if he did, there wouldn't be much of a surprise.

As they reached the front door, they could hear every member of their family in the living room, except Edward. Good, it would make everything much easily with everyone there to hear at the same time.

Esme and Carlisle had seated them self in one oh the love-seat, while Emmett was playing video-games again, with Rosalie sitting by his side, studying her nails. Jasper watched his mate with suspicion, she had been feeling guilty because she hadn't seen what Isabella did to Edward for many days, but after that vision she had during their hunt had made her very happy. What was it that she saw? Did it have anything to do with Edward? It had to, otherwise she would still feel a bit guilty underneath the happiness. He didn't understand her sometimes.

Alice cleared her throat, unnecessary, to gain their attention. " I have something to tell you-" she began, but was quickly interrupted by Emmett, who had paused his game. " Have you seen something?" He was ever the eager one. He probably hoped that it was about the Volturi coming to visit.

"Yes, I have had a vision. That concern all of us." Alice said in a grave voice.

"What did you see, dear?" Esme, always worrying for her family. She couldn't stand if one of them got hurt or worse, ripped apart.

"There is a new boy in town!" Alice squealed excited. "He's Edward mate and are going to make happy again."

There was a sound of a door opening and a suddenly Edward was standing directly in front of them. He looked more wild than a famished tiger about to strike its first pray in months. His eyes was pitch black and held a hungry glint in them. He looked right at Alice. " Who is he?" he growled out. When she didn't answer immediately he repeated. " Who is he?"

" His name's Harry. More than that I don't know, except how he looks like. He is absolutely adorable, congratulations!"

Edward was amazed. Never did he believe that he would get to find his true mate. He had thought that she had been the one, he had fallen for her and he had thought that she loved him too. But than, why would she go behind his back if she had been his mate. If not for the fact that she hadn't been his mate. Of course he had thought of this before, during his dark time as he has come to call it. And now he did have a mate. A male mate, but the sex didn't matter to him, just to know that there was someone who was only for him, made him incredibly happy.

"Let me see."

"No way, that would totally ruin the surprise. You will have to wait until school tomorrow."

So... here's the next chapter. Sorry for any grammar mistakes, but as English isn't my main language you will have to blame google translate. Pleas review! The ones I got made me extremely happy. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW

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