There is one thing he realizes about himself. He will always be a weapon to Magical Britain, he's called to defeat threats, train new Auror recruits... He hasn't been allowed to grieve. So, he leaves, he takes his weird few pets and runs to a little town named Forks. It's quiet, small, and rainy. He likes it. If only Isabella Swan and her weird pet vampires would leave him alone.
Harry revs his—Sirius'—engine, driving into the little town of Forks Washington. He pulls up to his new house—He wishes he was at Grimmauld—He quietly looks to his side, staring at his neighbors beat down truck. Holy fuck it's ugly. He sighs, fidgeting with the keys.
i dont think this will ever get finished...
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