A New Beginning, A Familiar End
Harry had learned long ago that trust was a fragile thing, easily shattered and impossible to piece back together the same way.
He had fought a war, won it, and had foolishly believed he had found peace. But the moment he was no longer needed—the moment he was no longer their perfect little hero—the wizarding world turned on him. Accusations, betrayals, whispers behind his back.
Ron and Hermione, the two people he had thought would always stand by him, had sided with the Ministry. The Weasleys, once his second family, had looked away when he needed them most. The very world he had bled for had branded him as dangerous, too powerful to be left unchecked.
Dumbledore's lessons, Voldemort's mistakes—Harry had learned from both. He wouldn't wait for them to come for him.
So he ran.
Beacon Hills was supposed to be quiet.
A small town with just enough oddities that someone like him wouldn't stand out. He had no plans to make friends, no desire to be part of another community that could turn on him at a moment's notice.
He had money, magic, and experience. He could blend in, keep his head down, and disappear.
But, as always, life had other plans.