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Chapter One

Harry Potter had lived a hard life, and although most would say it hadn't been a long life so far; he would say that it felt twice as long. The current 23-year-old was sitting in what could only be described as a small dingy bar somewhere in Idaho. The bar itself was nothing special, but it held a certain aura that Harry could only describe as; normal. Sitting at the end of the bar, the lonely young man did nothing to stop the stares he got, even though he wasn't doing much besides drinking his Scotch. His entire life had been littered with stares, so in his mind nothing seemed out of place. Harry wished that the stares he got were starting to become normal for him over time, but no matter where he went; muggle or magical people tended to stare. In the muggle world they tended to stare because of how he looked. Standing at 6'1, he cut an imposing figure even if he wasn't the tallest figure in a room. With the training he had growing up, the muscles he had were made for efficiency and although not overly bulky, everything he did ended up looking athletic and efficient. His eyes held the same bright green that made him famous, his hair the darkest of black standing up at all angles, although he had started to keep it short on the sides. In the magical world, everything he did would end up in a newspaper or gossip headline, which did nothing to help his mentality towards the magical world now.

Five years previous Harry had defeated Voldemort. Just thinking about the war and everything it cost, caused Harry's hands to start burning up and steam to rise from the sides of the scotch. Slowly, closed his eyes and centered himself. Looking down at his drink, he sighed bitterly and ordered another scotch, knowing his previous drink was now ruined. Although most would say 'What else could you even do in life?!' Harry truly felt like his life was just beginning and he felt like he was stuck in the same place with nowhere to go.

After he had defeated Voldemort and his Death Eaters, he decided he needed to travel, in order to find his place in the world he currently inhabited. Throughout that time, he had traveled all over the world, looking for what, he didn't know. No matter where he went, no matter where he looked, he never found the sense of peace and understanding that he was looking for from anyone. Over time, he was slowly starting to realize that he needed a complete reset, a 'fresh start' as it were from where he was. This wasn't something that was spontaneously brought into his mind, he had been thinking about this for several years in fact; he just didn't know where to start. He had a thought regarding the Veil in the department of mysteries, but it was frankly a complete unknown. His idea? Jump into the veil and hope that he somehow ended up somewhere else, but that was thinking far too rashly for his liking; Severus would be beside himself to show such Gryffindor behavior, never mind that he indeed was a Gryffindor, he thought wryly to himself.

Shaking himself out of his thoughts, he made the executive decision to leave the bar and make his way back to the hotel he was staying at. Paying his tab and leaving the bar, he made his way up the street towards the hotel. Entering through the front doors, he headed up towards his room, taking the elevator. After entering his room, he did a quick survey of what he needed to do. His clothes were in the closet, not to mention he had to also clean out the bathroom with all of his toiletries, he thought with a grimace. Getting to work, he got his trunk out from around his neck and set it down on the ground, expanding it to normal size. Quickly, he gathered up his clothes and stuffed them into one of the compartments that held many of his clothes. Next, he made his way into the bathroom and got all his toiletries that he would take with him. Taking one last look around the room, Harry bid ado to the room that had been his home for the last two weeks. Making his way to the elevator and going down to the lobby, Harry thought about what Albus and Severus would think of his thoughts and feelings regarding the wizarding world and his future in it. Frankly, they were the only ones still alive that he thought fondly of, who he also trusted completely. Breaking himself out of his thoughts once again, he heard the ding of the elevator and made his way over to the counter to check out.

"Hello, I'm here to check out of my room. Is there anything else I need to do or am I good to go?" Harry said. The receptionist looked up from her computer to see the mysterious British man who had checked in two weeks ago, with no reservation. Wide-eyed, the receptionist looked at him for several moments not comprehending what he had said, even if it was a simple question. Harry, seeing this a lot over the years, simply repeated the question where she finally answered the question. "Oh! I'm so sorry, I just got lost there for a second!" she said. Harry, smiling politely, just asked if he was good to go, once again, to which she finally responded that she would just check the file quickly. Once she was done checking on her computer, she turned back to him saying, "Looks like you're good to go! Thank you for staying with us, I hope this isn't your last time staying with us!" she said, smiling prettily. Harry, thanking her politely left the hotel for what would be the final time. Making his way to a point he could apparate privately, he looked around the town in Idaho one final time, wondering if this would indeed be the last time he would be here. With that final thought, Harry Potter disappeared from Idaho with a near silent crack, making his way east for what would be his final time.