Disclaimer: in the prologue

The pairing will be an eventual Harry/Edward….

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Chapter one:

The small, black haired boy allowed a small smile to slip onto his otherwise expressionless face. He was standing in the almost pathetically small town of Forks, Washington and he could finally see himself getting some peace. Yes this town would do nicely.

He walked calmly to the edge town and beyond. He had inherited a small house from his parents upon his emancipation, and it was here. Well, if he wanted to get into particulars than it was about ten miles down the road and buried deep in the forest. But Harry didn't really care for particulars. And anyway he loved walking just to walk. Neither he, nor Draco for that matter had ever figured out why but Harry figured it had to do with the way it calmed his heart.

When he was walking, he was truly at peace with himself and tended to let himself relax fully. Now this could be either a good thing or a bad thing. It really just depended on the situation and where he was. As he was not familiar with the people of Forks or the surrounding area, it probably could be a bad thing.

When he had gone about three miles and had been walking at a rather slow pace for the past hour and a half, the sound of a car speeding down the road pulled him from his trance.

Outwardly, he didn't show any reaction. Internally, he was berating himself for being a moron.

The car continued down the road for a moment before the driver realized that a random person was walking down the road. The car, a shiny black Mercedes, stopped before backing up so that the passenger window was level with Harry. The window rolled came down smoothly. Harry looked strait ahead.

"Where are you headed?" The voice was soft and had a melodious quality to it. The teen frowned lightly at the stranger. Why in the seven hells would he tell this unknown man where he was going? Did he have the word idiot tattooed across his forehead. His expression must have given him away because the man laughed softly.

Harry looked at him closely as the car stayed parallel to his body. Blond hair, topaz eyes, pale, subtlely muscled. He had a kind expression on his face and Harry couldn't help but trust him.

"I am curious because there is not much in this direction. In reality, only my house and one that has been abandoned for many years are out here and even those are several miles." The mans tone told him that it was the truth.

Harry had always been good at reading other people and had only gotten better during the war.

"It doesn't really make any difference to me how far it is. I've walked further than this before." He told the man softly.

"I cannot, in good conscience just leave you here alone. There are wild animals in the forest." There was genuine concern lacing that gentle voice and it made Harry stop dead in his tracks. Starring.

"Then what would you suggest?" His words were dripping in sarcasm but his curiosity shone through.

"Get in. I will drive you to your destination." Harry thought that the offer sounded kind of fishy, but his feelings were never wrong. He got in, distrust written all over his face. "Where too?"

"The old Potter residence." The man said nothing, though he was obviously curious.

They drove in silence for the rest of the distance, which seemed extreamly short with the speed they were traveling.

"Thank you for the ride Mr..." He trailed off, realizing he didn't know the mans name.

"Cullen. Doctor Carlisle Cullen."
"Well thank you Dr. Cullen for the ride." He got out fluidly, perfectly aware that he hadn't shared his name.

"Can I ask your name?" Harry smirked lightly.

"You can." Dr. Cullen smiled indulgently at him.

"What is your name?"

"Evan Black." And he turned and walked through the door without a backward glance.

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Carlisle frowned lightly to himself as he thought about that strange boy. He had said his name was Evan, but Carlisle could easily smell the lie in the statement. But why lie about the name of all things?

Then he realized that the boy didn't know him and seemed to be extreamly cautious. But that had been the only lie the teen had told.

The vampire thought about something else that was bothering him. The boy had smelled of fresh blood. Why? He hadn't appeared to be bleeding and there was nothing on the expensive clothing. It didn't make sense to him.

/

Harry stood before a large floor to ceiling mirror, with his torso bare. He was surveying his injuries. It wasn't pretty.

He had a long gash that stretched from his right shoulder to his left hip along with several shallower parallel cuts. A gift from an angry werewolf. There were a few smaller wounds that had already scabbed over and were almost gone. The rest of his skin was covered in tiny crisscrossing scars that almost did not show.

He was staring in dismay at the deepest gash, which had reopened. He had neglected to bring any extra healing potions with him as it hadn't opened in two weeks. He was officially an idiot.

Now he would have to call Draco to send him some. Joy. He could already hear the blond shouting at him for leaving without a word. But he supposed he would deserve it.

With an explosive sigh, he pulled out his cell-phone and hit the speed dial for his friend. He listened to the ringing for about five seconds when it was answered.

"Hello?"

"Umm... Hi?" Although it had been expected, nothing could have prepared him for the angry screaming that Draco was prone to.

"HARRY! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU? WHAT ARE YOU THINKING? JUST LEAVING THE HOUSE LIKE THAT? THERE ARE STILL DEATH EATERS RUNNING AROUND OUT THERE YOU BLOODY IDIOT! I CANT BELIEVE YOU'RE DOING THIS TO ME! MAKING ME WORRY, THINKING YOU GOT KIDNAPPED AGAIN! I was worried something had happened while I was gone..."

"Sorry Draco. I didn't mean to worry you. But there isn't any chance of death eaters where I am so we don't need to worry about that..."

"And that is?"

"Promise you wont get mad?"

"Fine."
"Good. I'm in America." The line was silent for a long moment and the emerald eyed teen suspected that the other was trying not to scream at him.

"In my defense, I had an attack while you were gone."

"You did?"

"Yes. The worst I've had since then."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left you alone for so long... "

"Its fine. Besides, it might help me to have the separation from that world... live as a muggle."

"I guess."

"But I do need your help with something."

"What?"
"Send me my potions?"

"Sure Harry."
"Thanks." He hung up before the other could fall into a rant about something or another.

With that out of the way, he turned back to the mirror with a frown. He didn't look like a sixteen year old. He still looked like he could be... maybe eleven. If he was lucky. He was only five foot one and thin, almost to the point of emaciated. His large emerald eyes were too big for his face and made him look innocent. His once messy crows nest had transformed into a large shimmering curtain of obsidian, that he thought made him look like a girl, and everybody else threaten to kill him if he cut it.

Not an overly pleasing figure, but if he wanted, he could easily pass as a girl. Hmm... What a strange thought.

Shrugging, he wrapped the oozing wound and put the silk shirt back on. He loved his new clothes with a passion and wore them whenever he could.

Smiling at the outfit, he walked out of the bedroom and to the library to put his books away. and that would take the rest of the day, if not longer. He had a lot of books after all.

Something about Harry that nobody knew was that he loved reading, almost as much as Hermionie... he just hid it really well. He had once sat in the Hogwarts library for the entire Christmas holiday and done nothing but read. That had been his favorite holiday to date. Ron and Hermionie had both left to go home and he got to be alone.

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All of the Cullens stopped what they were doing when Alice froze, eyes wide. They all waited patiently for the vision to end, except Edward but he was even more confused.

"We will have a new student next week!" she gushed. "Oh, we will all have so much fun! Even you Rose!" the rest of the family looked shocked. Rosalie hated all humans.

"I highly doubt that."

"Who is he Alice?" Edward asked softly.

"Yes Edward. You're right." the bronze haired vampire smiled for the first time in almost fifteen years.

"Are you sure?" He didn't want to get his hopes up for nothing. The girl glared darkly as if to say, 'how dare you insinuate such a thing!'

"Alright sorry. I just wanted to be positive."

"Yeah whatever." Then she proceeded to jump excitedly around the room. She refused to calm down for anything. She was ecstatic.

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End chapter one. Yatta! be impressed with me! i wrote both this and the prologue today.

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