A/N Hi guys. This is one of my new ides. The chapters will always start with parts of lyrics I listen to when writing. Some I think fit to the chapter. If the lyrics are not in English I will translate them but have also the original written down. I got French and German songs in this play list too and some are really fitting. So now on with the story tell me who you do want in here and who not. Maybe I make it. Bye farawisa.

A/N2 you have to live with the idea of a sister. From the first time I read the books I had a big sister in my mind.

A/N3 The idea for the title came to my mind while writing. There is a book from Abigail Roux with the same title and I can only say READ IT!!! And 'The Archer' from her too. That you are actually reading this shows me that you don't have a problem with gays otherwise turn back this fic is not suitable for you. Look the books up. They are worth it.

Disclaimer: neither Harry Potter nor Twilight is mine.

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Chapter one—Advertising Space

There's no earthly way of knowing
What was in your heart
When it stopped going
The whole world shook
A storm was blowing through you

Waiting for God, to stop this
And up to your neck in darkness
Everyone around you was corrupted
Saying somethin'

There's no dignity in death
To sell the world your last breath
They're still fighting over
Everything you left oh!

Through your eyes
The world was burning
Please be gentle
I'm still learning
You seemed to say
As you kept turning up

They poisoned you with compromise
At what point did you realise
Everybody loves your life
But you ahahh

I've seen your daughter
Man shes cute
I was scared but I wanted to
Boy she looks a lot like you

Advertising Space—Robbie Williams

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Harry James Potter was furious. They had killed her. They had fucking killed her. God… the two of them had given everything to save their fucking arses, she going so far to actually kill her soulmate with him – not that anyone knew – and what was their thank? The two of them were declared as possible new Dark Lords and the order was given to arrest them or, when that was not possible, to kill them. And Ron and Hermione, the two people he had trusted the most beside her had betrayed them, given away their whereabouts to the ministry. And then she had fought with them to give him time to escape, to save him. He had stayed near although she had told him to go, to get away. And then he had seen it, the sickly green light zooming towards her right out of Severus Snape's wand at a speed that made dodging impossible. Then he had run.

When he now thought about it he had to admit that it was somewhat ironic that his entire family had died through the same curse. First his parents one after another, his father and his mother, to protect him and his sister and now at last his sister too. Liliana. He had wanted so badly to attend her funeral, if she even got one, but he was sure that they would set up a trap for him. He wanted revenge for her as well but that would be wasting her sacrifice. So he had decided to leave the country. He had nothing left here but her daughter from whom he did not even know where she was hidden. Maybe it was better this way.

He knew that she had taken precautions even before the war had broken out fully. So that they could cut and run if it was necessary. She had known that neither of them would actually do this at least not as long as Voldemort was alive but it was good to know that there was a place you could go to. He knew that there were only two people who knew about this. One was Sirius and the other Liliana. Both were dead.

These precautions were houses in diffent states under different names and everything else they needed: means of transportations, furniture, clothes. She had even thought so far to get them driver's licences, IDs and bank accounts in every country they could live in. Sometimes he wondered if she had known what would come.

Yesterday he had been at the muggle bank where she had the safe deposit box with everything in it that was important. It had not been easy to get the things but eventually the manager came around and seemed to recognise him and granted him access. He had cleared the box out and got away as fast as possible in case someone came for him. He then had spent the night on a forgotten clearing looking through everything.

For every place she had made an explanation why she had picked it in case she was not there to give the reasons behind it. Every place she had picked was because there were not restrictions for underage magic and no one monitored what the persons did. Dehli, Sydney and Brasilia were big, loud and confusing. Perfect for mending in. Canada and the USA she had chosen because there were no ministries of magic and nearly nonexistent magical communities which were mostly concentrated in the big cities on the east coast. In this two countries she had chosen places in the west, as far away from the communities as possible.

He did not want to go to a big city. The noise of the life he hoped to leave behind had been enough for more than just one lifetime. He wanted somewhere quiet. He knew it was stupid. In a big city he could mend in and never been seen again and in the small ones he could choose from everyone knew everyone and this would be difficult but at the moment he could not bring himself to care. Canada would be too cold so the only thing left was the town in the USA.

Forks. On the Olympic Peninsula.

Now that this was settled Harry apparated to the airport. He took the first flight to Seattle, Washington. Non-stop. Ten hours.

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And now, there he was, sitting in a first class seat somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean. It was still a long time till they would get down. For him it was much too much time to think about everything that had happened.

Flashback

It had been after the end of his fifth year, after Sirius' death. Voldemort was officially back and Harry was at Gimmauld Place. It was late in the night and Harry was not able to sleep so wandered though the house on his way to the kitchen to get himself a glass of milk. Then it had been when he had heard the sobbing when he had passed one of the unused rooms. He knew instantly that it was Liliana. He would be able to recognize her voice everywhere. She had always been there for him after all. He could remember her from his early childhood. The first time they had met, she had given Dudley and his gang a cause to stay away from him and had cared for his injuries. Even as she went to another school far away they had not dared to come near him anymore because she always seemed to know it when they did and they did not like the revenge she took. It was nothing bad or painful but it was so throughoutly embarrassing that it only stayed one time they tried. Then he had gone to Hogwarts, sad that she would not be with him and see all the wonders but there she had been, there for him through everything no matter what. She even went so far to buy a house in Hogsmeade once she had finished school after his second year. In the beginning of this year, as soon as she came of age, she had married some older wizard. It had caused an uproar. Harry had not really cared. That changed in the beginning of his third year when the name had finally a meaning to him. Sirius Black. After he had learned that he had supposedly given away his parents to Voldemort, he had avoided her like the pest. Only to learn at the end of the year that she had somehow known the whole time that Sirius was innocent. He did not know how she had known and until this point he had not had the courage to ask her. She had been on his side through everything that followed until now, the tournament, the smearing campaign, the battle at the ministry and Sirius' death.

And now that he heard her sobbing he knew that maybe he could repay her some of the comfort she had given her through his life.

End flashback

That had been the day she had told him everything. The cause for all she had done for him and all she knew. She was his sister. She had been there when they had done the Fidelius Charm and she had been there when Voldemort attacked. She had survived like him but Hagrid had believed her dead. Until now they did not know who she was, the Order and everyone else but Sirius and another person she did not want to name. She had told him that she had a daughter with Sirius and had kept her secret so that she would stay clear of the war.

Then she told him about a prophecy. Harry had groaned at the sound of that but this one was not about him, but her. All in all it had told that her soulmate had to die to safe everyone. She had learned about it shortly after the end of the third year.

The last thing she had told had been the hardest to believe and the most disturbing. She had thought that it was Sirius, tried everything to keep him safe of course, but now, shortly after his death something had happened. She had been in the past and had lost all her memories. There she had found her true mate, the man she was supposed to be with. But she had died back then and found herself back in the time where she belonged with all her memories back. But it had been more than just those from this life. She and her lover had been cursed several thousand years ago to live forever and to never be together. They were cursed to always be on the other side of a war and to always have to fight each other.

"We now start the landing approach to Seattle," the voice from the speakers said interrupting his musings. Minutes later they were back on earth and Harry headed for a smaller gate to the plane to Port Angeles. One hour later he was sitting in the car his sister had placed at the airport two years earlier. He had only been able to find it because he had a picture in the files.

He concentrated on driving and about another hour later he pulled up in the driveway to his new home in the hope of a quiet life.

The name of her mate had been Tom Marvolo Riddle.

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So, tell me what you think! Do you like it? Does someone read it?

Should Bella be there or not? Who else do you want to be there? Please tell me. To those that read my other story/ies I will not abandon them. I fact I will try to read less and to write more. Till next chap. farawisa