Disclaimer: in the prologue.

Pairings: hp/ec, others as in the books.

-just so we are all aware, this takes place after fifth year. Voldie is dead.

"Talking" - phone

"Talking" - parseltongue

"Talking" - normal

'Thinking'

"Talking" - Latin

Sparklepire- Thank you for letting me know. I usually just leave it for the spell check to fix, but I forgot to go hit the button. My brain doesn't really work at one in the morning. It has been fixed.

DebsTheSlytherinSnapeFan- Yeah I agree, but I couldn't resist. I love when she gets really hyper.

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Chapter 2

The house was not overly large, but neither was it small. Rather it was the nice middle ground between the two extreams. Lily and James Potter had decorated in shades of blues and greens which were calming for the mind, and done a border of runes in every room.

Harry had decided that his favorite room was the library. It was the largest room and when he had arrived it was already filled to the brim. He was ecstatic. Now he had more books to read.

Now, he sat at the large table in the middle of the room with his photo album. He was flipping slowly through the pages, tears sliding down his cheeks in steady rivulets. These pictures were his reminders. Reminders that he couldn't get close to anybody. In the end it would lead to betrayal. Well disguised betrayal.

The page he finally paused on was from fourth year, a few days before the third task. He, Ron, and Hermionie were sitting on the shore of the Black Lake, laughing. Ron had Harry in a head lock while Hermione was trying halfheartedly to get him free. That had, at one point, been a happy memory. Then he had realized that they were only using him. They wanted his money. And the fact that they had hidden the fact so well only made it hurt that much more. He had discovered that they were using him when he had overheard them reporting back to Dumbledore on his behavior. They never found out that he knew.

Now, he didn't trust easily. He had made amends with Draco soon after that, and he trusted the boy with his life. But that might have something to do with never having been lied too.

With a sigh, he closed the book, wiped his face and stood from the comfortable green armchair. If he wanted to go to school, he had to register before the weekend. That way, he could start on Monday.

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(Monday Morning)

Harry sat silently in his car for several long minuets. He was in the student parking lot of Forks one and only high school, and he didn't know if he was ready to join the world. He had registered himself on Friday but still had to go pick up his schedule. With a sigh, he climbed out of the old jeep.

It wasn't what anybody could call a nice car. Several of the pieces were from other jeeps of the same model, making it multi-colored. It had been completely rebuilt. But what he liked about it was that it had a new engine, and was very fast. Of coarse, a car could never compare with being up in the air, riding a firebolt.

When he arrived in the office, he rolled his eyes. The lobby itself was clean, but the same couldn't be said for any other part of the building. Papers were stacked haphazardly on the tops of the desks and computers. In several spots, paper plates had been left and were coated in a thin layer of crusty food. How he had failed to notice that last time was beyond his understanding. Maybe he had missed it on purpose? He wrinkled his nose in distaste as he walked up to the front desk.

The redhead who was sitting at the desk, he noted, hadn't been there last week. She looked at him with disdain clearly written across her face. She didn't approve of how he was dressed. Personally, he didn't think that anything was wrong with his skin tight black tank top and green fishnet gloves, paired with the black leather pants and knee high boots. He had pulled his hair back in a tail and let some bangs hang over the left half of his face.

He cleared his throat and arched a delicate brow at her.

"My name is Evan Black. I need to get my schedule." He took far too much pleasure in her look of shocked mortification. He waited patiently as she dug through one of the stacks next to her. After several minuets of her searching, she gave a shout of victory.

"Here it is!" she handed him the crinkled piece of paper and a map of the school(like he could really get lost in such a small school). "I also need you to get all of your teachers to sign this slip for me. please return it at the end of the day." The woman smiled brightly at him, probably to make up for her attitude earlier. He nodded and left without another word.

He looked down at the schedule with raised eyebrows and sighed. He couldn't read it through all the crinkles. He held the paper in his right hand and ran his left over the top and it instantly flattened itself. He looked at it again and saw that he had English first. Joy. An easy class.

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Harry sighed for what he was sure was the hundredth time that day. His classes were so unbelievably easy that he was almost ridiculously far ahead. He was sure that if he wanted to, he could skip ahead and join the next level... but he didn't really want too. He had tried to sleep but so far none of his teachers would go for it. They didn't care that he was a genius.

It was rather amusing though, that his last class before lunch had been Latin. Especially when the teacher thought that he couldn't understand the harsh comments he was spewing about the way he was dressed. So naturally, Harry had responded in such a way that left the teacher embarrassed and the teen smirking. Ah, sweet victory.

When he walked into the large cafeteria, he almost gagged. The air was filled with grease and the smells of all of the unhealthy foods that were a standard in an American high school. After buying a bottle of natural ice tea, he sat at the unoccupied table in the darkest corner of the room. He could see everybody in the room from this spot, and he was very greatful for the placing.

Harry hadn't been there long when a girl he had been avoiding all day sat right in his line of sight... blocking the rest of the room. She had probably done that on purpose. He mentally growled and then proceeded to ignore her existence. He turned to study the nutrition facts and ingredients in his drink.

After a few minuets she got agitated. "So Evan, how are you finding Forks?" He didn't even look up. He hated gossips. They were all the same.

"Umm...Im Jessica stanely... I think that your parents must be crazy to want to live here. I mean, its like, sooo boring here. Nothing to do without going to Seattle." He had finally looked at her when she said his parents were crazy. She didn't seem to notice that he was glaring.

"You would do well to not talk about things you know nothing about. Stupid bitch, why don't you just get the hell away from me!" He snarled the last. He wasn't afraid of her knowing what he said. The teacher never covered anything like that. The girl, despite not knowing what the last meant, got the message and left. He sighed in relief as the room come back into view. Call him paranoid, but he liked to know what was going on around him.

His eyes darted back and forth in an almost twitchy manner, not liking the unfamiliar surroundings and people. He didn't like being watched. It made him remember. He would never forget having the eyes of the world on him, shining with either hate or admiration respectively. He shuddered in disgust as the memories of the Orders shocked stares when he told them that Voldemort was dead. Remembered the crowd at the public address. He couldn't get away from the stares, even if these ones were only curious and innocent. They still stared. He hated staring with all of his being.

A dark glare came into existence, replacing the blank canvas, and he stared down everybody that he caught. They turned away glare however, died when he caught sight of a group of teens sitting in one of the other shadowed corners of the room. They were all breath-takingly beautiful. The same, and yet different at the same time. Actually when he thought about it, they were similar to that man Dr. Cullen he had met several days ago. An expression of acute curiosity overtook his face as he gazed at them intently.

They were all extremely pale, as if they hadn't ever seen the sun, and had topaz eyes. After that the similarities ended. Two of them had light hair, while two had dark hair. the last had auburn hair. They also had different builds.

The girls were opposites with the blond looking like a model and the brunett a pixie. For the boys, it was similar. One looked like a bodybuilder, while the other two were slender and delicately muscled, but without looking weak. It was astounding really.

He couldn't stop staring... which was rather hypocritical of him. But he knew that they didn't mind from the equally curious stares they were sending him in return. And for some reason, them staring did not bother him at all.

His gaze ripped from theirs when the bell rang and he blinked. Harry couldn't believe himself. He had been staring in avid fascination for at least five minuets. What was wrong with him?

He forced the disturbing thoughts from his mind as he walked into his next class... music.

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end chapter 2

I am trying to keep this similar to the other version, but it really acts as more of a time line than anything else.

I am sorry that it is shorter than the last chap, but I want you lovely people to wonder what will happen next.

please review.