I Just Wanna Live

I need an alarm system in my house
So I know when people are creepin' about
These people are freakin' me out (these days)
It's getting hectic everywhere that I go
They won't leave me alone
There's things they all wanna know
I'm paranoid about the people I meet
Why are they talkin' to me
And why can't anyone see

I just wanna live
Don't really care about the things that they say
Don't really care about what happens to me
I just wanna live

I Just Wanna Live - Good Charlotte

Two days passed without any fault. For once. Three days into his extended stay in the small town, Harry had woken up to a loud persistent knocking on his front door and it took him a few seconds after he had once again regained consciousness to realise that, yes he was awake and had just been woken up and yes there was someone knocking at the old door. Which had been reinforced the day before with all the magical means of protection he could think of. Harry groaned out a muffled curse into his pillow only a millisecond before instantaneously motivating himself and running downstairs, with the amount of speed that before had only been managed on his Firebolt. He flung the door open with a small amount of force, only to come face to face with a rather large bellied delivery man, who was dressed in a gray shirt and worn blue jeans, wearing a name tag that identified him as Paul. Harry blinked twice quickly in succession conveying confusion in his action before the realisation came upon him. Only weeks before he left England he had used the computer in his Godfathers house, which Sirius had become addicted to ever since Remus had acquired it, to order some things for himself and his new home.

"Got some packages 'ere fer a H. Potter." The delivery man said in a gruff scratchy voice that was accented strongly, although he couldn't tell from which point of America the man had originally come from.

"Yes that's me." Harry answered without hesitation while pulling the door open slightly more so he could stand in the gap that separated the inside of his house to the small worn porch.

"Righ' sign 'ere 'n 'ere." The man said in that same gruff voice while he pointed out the two dotted lines on the paper where he was to sign and handed over a simple black ball point pen. Harry took both the paper which was attached to a black clipboard and the pen so he could lean on the door to sign his name. The Boy-Who-Survived couldn't help but let out a small quiet and contained chuckle when he realised that all his fan girls had to do to get his signature was to have something delivered to him in the muggle way. He handed both the form with the clipboard and the pen back and held the door open while stepping to the side, out of the way so that the various packages could be brought through to the living room, they were set carefully on the floor in his living room by the side of each other all except the small box which was quickly put on the mismatched coffee table.

"Could I check them before you leave please." Harry said in a kindly manner to the man. He didn't answer fully, just grunted and leaned against the door frame, obviously used to the request from his customers. He stood there in silence watching the young man open each and every parcel quickly checking the products before moving on to the next one.

"Thanks." Harry said with a nod and a smile of appreciation once each one had been confirmed by him and with another disinterested grunt the man left quickly, walking flat-footed down the pavement.

Harry bit back a laugh at the slightly rude behaviour which caused no and closed the door with a snap behind the older man who was just pulling away from the pavement in his truck most likely on his way to deliver other orders around the town of Forks.

Harry swept back the hair from his face, reminding himself to go get it cut soon, and picked up the nearest box. He pulled it onto his knee and gently split the brown tape with his handy pocket knife before easing the lid up slowly so he could pull out the blocks of polystyrene that lined the box. Once it had been disposed of Harry was able to pull out the shiny light blue laptop and midnight blue laptop bag. He grinned and placed the light technology on the table in front of him, next to the small box that had been placed there, and dragged the next package towards him, and sure enough a few minutes later a new mobile phone joined the laptop on the table. The next box, which just so happened to be the biggest, held a brand new, 35 inch, high definition, flat, plasma screen, television. Harry let out a whoop of appreciation for his new toy and moved on to unpack the other boxes that cluttered his living room. He uncovered a stereo and speakers. An Olympus digital camera and all the extras to go with it. The last box he reached for was the small square one that still stood on the table by the side of the Acer laptop and phone. Harry split the tape with a small flick of his knife and uncovered a dark blue key ring and key fob emblazoned by the burgundy, black and gold of the Porsche logo as well as a formal letter outlining where to pick up his brand new car. Harry wouldn't admit it but this delighted him more then the other parcels. He knew that the only way he would be able to continue to travel by road would be to purchase a car, in his condition the bike would have caused more major problems with his system, as fragile as it was at the moment.

Scooping up his new car keys and the old house keys in one hand and his jacket in the other Harry closed his eyes and allowed his conscious mind to fall into his own body to seek out his magical core, it was fascinating to see the different streaks of bright colour flashing across his vision, the brightness the only indication of how much magical energy he had reserved. With a deep breath Harry twisted his upper torso and soon found himself being squeezed through a very small constricting pipe. It felt like hours before he could finally fell the hard ground under his feet although in reality it had only been a few seconds, he took in a deep breath of fresh air before proceeding out of the dingy alley he had apparated to in Seattle. The car showroom was just across the road, huge glass windows showed the cars held inside and the modern building just screamed expensive. Harry looked both ways before making his way towards the showroom and towards his brand new Porsche. He bypassed the cars lined up on an angle outside, the roof; bonnet, door and window of each vehicle were decorated in tiny water droplets separated perfectly by the wax on the cars. He walked into the building via two large automatic doors made entirely of glass that looked so fragile, as though anyone could break in and steal anything they wanted, he was greeted by a false smile from the salesperson. After his explanation that he had already purchased a vehicle from there the bright smile dimmed and Harry was pointed towards a back office.

xXxXx

Three hours later Harry was speeding down the long country road that led the way to his house. His new car purred like a satisfied kitten that had just got the cream as he toed the gas pedal carefully, pushing it to go faster, no way near it's highest speed limit which was well over 190 miles per hour. Harry pulled into his driveway in one smooth motion and braked just in time to stop himself from smashing into the already frail building. It was only when he stop the engine and pull his keys out of the ignition did he actually realise that he needed to visit the Forks hospital, he had researched the Hospital before moving to Forks mostly because he needed to know if it was capable of 'handling him'. The website had been the funniest thing he'd ever seen; the hospital had been described as some type of holiday resort instead of a place to treat people. Remus had told him to go there straight away, or as soon as he had got over his jet lag at least, so that he could inform them of his condition just in case anything huge went wrong, not that he would willingly go anyway. So without getting out of the car Harry restarted his engine and carefully pulled out of his driveway still not used to the pure power that the engine held. He slowly reversed backwards down the small driveway and quickly spun the car around to face the way he was going. The hospital wasn't hard to find as shown by the map he had seen on the website, all he really needed to do was drive straight forward down the only main road that led through the centre of Forks considering it was such a small place, which so conveniently the hospital was right beside.

The car park he pulled into wasn't one that he normally expected to be associated with a hospital, even one as small as this one. The car park was small and each space was relatively large especially considering the average width of the average car. It seemed like his new Porsche was the most expensive car there, with the exception of a slick Mercedes parked the farthest away from the doors of the hospital waiting area. Although Harry found this slightly unusual he shrugged it off, some people were allowed to be reclusive. In the Wizarding world it wasn't seen as unnatural, everyone was wary of each other.

xXx

"Good morning." A doctor greeted him as he hopped up onto the trolley like bed, the mattress sunk under his body weight and it may not have been overly comfortable it wasn't hugely uncomfortable, "I'm Doctor Berkley usually you would have Doctor Cullen but he's in surgery right now."
"Okay."

"Right. Well I've read over your file and since you are refusing the normal treatments for this disease then Doctor Cullen and I have decided to just give you various antibiotics to stand in for your immune system and enforce a check-up every two weeks. Things like this could become very unstable."

"I understand."

"Good, now I know that you signed one of these in your last hospital but we would like you to sign another one just in case the other isn't valid in American hospitals, you know how the government is." The Doctor handed him a form. After reading it carefully and understanding that it was a type of DNR (Do Not Resuscitate) although it applied to any and all treatments, he signed it.

"Thank you."

"Is there anything you need to do today?" Harry asked.

"No, since your files from your English hospital are pretty recent all we need to do is sort out a regime for you and I'm sure Doctor Cullen will contact you on a more personal level to talk to you."

"That's okay with me."

"Okay." The doctor slipped the form into his notes and shook his hand, "It was nice meeting with you today Mr Potter."

"Pleasure." And with that very brief meeting Harry left the hospital. It was rather unusual for a skilled and trained doctor to take his decision for no treatment lightly. It took the Healers in St. Mungos months to finally realise that no matter what he was refusing treatment, although they didn't usually treat this anyway it was a really rare thing in Wizards. Harry stepped out of the Hospitals automatic doors and breathed in the brisk cool air that always hung around when the ocean wasn't that far away. He closed his eyes and took another breath of fresh air. After his small moment of peaceful serenity Harry pulled out his keys and pressed the small button to electronically unlock his brand new car. The Porsche gave out a satisfactory bleep and the small lights on the side of the car flashed to prove that it was open. Harry reached for the handle to pull the driver's door open when he heard it. A car. Pulling into the parking lot. Although this wasn't out of the ordinary the car was. Silver, shiny and sleek. The brand new model of Volvo swept into the parking lot and pulled expertly into a free parking space, fitting perfectly between the black Mercedes and the fence that ran the perimeter of the lot. Harry blinked twice at the sleek car. The doors opened and five of the most beautiful people he had ever seen climbed out.

A/N – I know slightly less detail and slightly shorter but I needed this chapter to fill in some gaps before Harry met the Cullen's. I'll try to put the link to a picture of the Porsche on my profile but I'm not promising anything lol.

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