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Summary: AU & OOC, After Harry defeats Voldemort he decides to leave the magic community behind for the peace and quiet of Forks, Washington. Let me know what you think.

A NEW START

CHAPTER 1

It had been a long time coming. My entire life had been leading up to this one single moment, and if asked I would have been positive I was ready. Yet standing here looking into the eyes of the one person whom I despised above all others, I can not help but think that I had already lost. The man who had taken my parents from me before I could even get to know them had just killed the man who had stepped up and made sure I was ready for this moment.

My Godfather, Sirius Black.

I wasn't even two years old when this man became the person I counted on for everything. Of course I did not realize this at the time, but right now it was as clear as day.

It was Sirius who pulled me from the ashes of my parents' home the night they were killed. It was Sirius who made sure I was not left on the doorstep of my mothers relatives. It was Sirius who risked his freedom to make sure I grew up away from those who would use me for their own gain. And it was Sirius that made sure I would be able to stand here today secure in the fact I would be the one to walk away from this fight.

I just never thought I might not want to.

From the age of four, when normal children began going to kindergarten, I had been introduced into the life where you did whatever you had to do to survive. Sirius had known from the moment he took me from my home that my fight had just begun, and he vowed to do everything in his power to give me every advantage possible.

Most people would be shocked by how we lived. Never staying in one place for more than absolutely necessary to become efficient in whatever skill we were currently acquiring. They would be even more outraged with the lengths their golden boy was taught to go in order to succeed.

Early on it started out as nothing more than the basics of survival, but as I got older nothing was out of bounds or off limits. We stole, we lied, we cheated, and if the situation called for it we killed. The best part, or the worst depending on your view, is I was good at what we did. Too good.

In order to be prepared for anything that would come my way, I was trained in the tactics taught to muggles and wizards alike. I learned to move in silence, I was intimately aware of all the weak points of the human body, I new every spell that could bring pain to my enemy, and I performed every ritual possible that would enhance my reflexes. I was a predator.

I am sure there are others that if put in my situation would scream at the injustice of it all, but it was hard for me to see it that way because for as long as I can remember I could think of wanting nothing more than to be able to avenge those who died for me. Maybe it was just that I didn't know any better.

That's not to say we never had fun. Even the most grave of situations could not change the nature of Sirius Black. As a marauder and self-proclaimed ladies man he felt it was his duty to pass on all of his knowledge and wisdom to his protégé. And while I did not take to pranks the way Sirius and my father did, I did rather well with the fairer sex. Sirius liked to believe it was because of his tutelage, but I am pretty sure it had more to do with my mother's eyes, father's hair, and a body honed by years of training.

Sirius tried to hide it but I new he was extremely worried about what would happen to me after I had fulfilled my destiny. He made sure I saw there was life after the fight, a world where good people lived amongst those who wished to destroy it. And while I never had the privilege of attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the concept of it was something that I cherished.

Which brings me to how Voldemort's Second War of Wizards started and the part Sirius and I decided to play.

Sirius and I had been working in the shadows for the past few years, ever since the Diggory boy had been killed in the graveyard to bring the monster back. Unlike the Order of the Phoenix, which waited for Voldemort and his Death Eaters to strike, we had been singling out his supporters one by one and inexplicably they seemed to either vanish without a trace or fall victim to freak accidents. My favorite rumor is that suspected Death Eater and Ministry Executioner Walden Macnair had been eaten alive by a group of ravenous Hippogriffs.

Unfortunately for the members of the Light, with his numbers dwindling Voldemort was forced to look for allies in other places and soon he found them in the Vampires. While not all of the covens joined forces with the Dark Lord, he did receive the backing of the unofficial royalty of the Vampires, the Volturi.

Despite the fact that not many people know the true origins of these creatures, they do know the horror stories. Wizards, like most people, fear the unknown and in that fear grant even more power to their enemies. Tales of how these Vampires were indestructible were whispered in the streets and the communities of wizards around the country grew hopeless.

That was until a group of these Vampires decided to attack Diagon Alley.

As expected, when the attack happened complete chaos ensued. Wizards in the middle of the alley had no chance, because of the speed of the vamps most died before they ever new what happened. The Vampires spared none. Women, children and the elderly were targeted with as much ferocity as anyone else. The world of wizards worst nightmare had come true; they were up against an enemy they had no idea how to handle.

What was not expected however was the presence of two men whom had run across a couple of these Vampires in their travels, and the ease in which they were dispatched. Well, that's not exactly true. The man who had disposed of the Vampires may have made it look easy, but I assure you the Fiendfyre Curse was anything but easy to control. It was later found that if the caster had enough power they could cause extensive damage to the creatures with certain spells such as Reducto and Expulso. Unfortunately, only a handful of wizards alive had such power.

The Volturi were not accustomed to the failure they experienced that night, so in the interest of self-preservation they withdrew their forces from the frontlines and promised Voldemort that if victory was in sight they would join him at the final battle.

As time went on each side had their minor victories; however, things changed completely in the summer before my seventeenth birthday. Albus Dumbledore was dead. Even now I have trouble believing the greatest wizard of our time was taken down by Draco Malfoy and the man he trusted most, Severus Snape.

Since then Sirius and I felt we had no other choice but to make our presence known to the Order of the Phoenix, and even though we turned down their offer of membership we let it be known that when the time came we would stand by their side.

As it turns out that time is today, my eighteenth birthday July 31, 1998. It seems Tom Riddle has a sense of humor after all.

The day started like any other until Voldemort decided to march on the castle with his loyal Death Eaters and behind them a group of Vampires, the Volturi including its leaders Aro, Caius, and Marcus. I remember thinking that it seems terribly unfair to me that the first time I lay eyes on Hogwarts Castle may very well be my last.

It surprised me that the battle at its early stages was so evenly fought. I was sure this had more to do with the Vampires sitting out the fight, deciding that the outcome was not as assured as Voldemort had promised.

Fighters on both sides were cut down in the blink of an eye. The smallest of distractions lead to the quickest of deaths. Unfortunately, Sirius was not immune to these distractions, and it cost him his life. He had been caught up in a vicious battle with his deranged cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange, and did not see the green curse that Voldemort had thrown at his back. However, Voldemort's victory was short lived because no more then two seconds later, with a large hole in her chest, Bellatrix joined her cousin in the afterlife.

I have often heard stories of what a person feels when they loose someone they love, but now I realize, as I look down upon the man who saved me, no words could ever do it justice. Pain unimaginable, a feeling of loss indescribable, and surprisingly a feeling of unconditional love passed through me. And in that instant my resolve strengthened and a decision was made. Tom Riddle, a.k.a. Lord Voldemort, would not live to see another day.

As I raised my head to gaze at the creature that used to be Tom Riddle, I came to comprehend that this man was not something I feared. I pitied him. A man, who once had the power to be great, was now nothing more than a shadow of his former self.

As I continued my inspection our stares meet, and I could see the recognition pass in his eyes. I could also identify the look of absolute disbelief that replaced it.

"Hello, Tom." I whispered.

"Potter, I knew it was too much to hope you had died with your worthless parents." Voldemort snarled.

With a decades worth of practice in the art of occlumency, I let the insult slide. Keeping my voice and emotions calm, "Now Tom, I know your mother must have taught you such rudeness is never necessary."

Voldemort fumed as my comment struck at his pride, "How dare you speak to me, Lord Voldemort, as anything except your better. If you wish to live beyond this day you will restrain that tongue of yours."

I could not stop the brief flicker of surprise at the statement. Did Voldemort doubt his ability to defeat me or was he foolish enough to believe I could be swayed into serving him?

"I watched you today Potter, you have many skills that would be useful to me and my cause. So I give you this one chance, join me and you shall be rewarded and treated like the prince you will become."

I couldn't have stopped the laugh that escaped my mouth even if I had tried. "My entire life I have been warned of the cunning of You-Know-Who, it saddens me to see you are nothing more than a silly little man."

I wasn't surprised by the cry of fury and the drawing of his wand, it was exactly what I had hoped would happen. No man and it seems especially not Lord Voldemort, fights well when blinded by rage. So consumed in anger, Riddle was screaming his spells and shaking so much that his aim became sloppy. It was the only opening that I needed.

As I raised my wand in my right hand, I reached my left to the holster hidden behind my back. My hand made contact with the .45 caliber Smith & Wesson that resided there, and before he could even register what had happened Tom Riddle had two holes where his heart should have been. I new Voldemort did not hold much stock in anything to do with muggles; unfortunately for him he wouldn't live long enough to change his mind.

After making sure that the Dark Lord was dead, I looked up preparing myself to battle the remaining Vampires only to find they had vanished without a trace.

The Volturi could not believe their eyes as they watched Harry Potter dismantle the Dark Wizards forces. This mere child wielded power of the likes never seen in their lifetime, and they could not help but stand in awe. Just as Voldemort was receiving the killing blow, Aro signaled their retreat. Anyone watching could see that he was torn; on one hand he coveted the power the boy held, and on the other he wished to never see him again.

It has been three days since the Wizarding World starting celebrating the demise of Lord Voldemort. Three days of absolute hell. It brought me back to when Sirius told me about how they acted after I first defeated Tom Riddle. My parents and Sirius are dead, not to mention the dozens of others and these people think its time to party. I understand it is not completely reasonable to blame them for their behavior, yet I could not find it in me to care.

To make matters worse, I had the distinct pleasure of getting acquainted with the two mouth pieces of the Wizarding World, Minister Cornelius Fudge and columnist of the Daily Prophet Rita Skeeter. After meeting these two I was now more sure than ever that this would be my last week as a part of this world.

My plan was quite simple really and only had a few criteria that had to be met. First, wherever it is that I decide to go the people who live there must speak English. Second, the smaller the population of the community the better; and finally, there must be no wizards or witches. That last one is a deal breaker.

Amazingly the only English speaking town in the entire world that has never had a recorded signature of any witch or wizard is the town of Forks, Washington U.S.A. I never even thought to question this irregularity; it was too good of an opportunity to pass up. My decision made and bags packed, I left this world behind hoping for a new start.