A/N: Hello all, I'm Kastor and this is my first fanfic on this site. It was actually originally going to be written by someone else, but she gave up on it and allowed me to take over. So the first few chapters were written using her notes. From there the ideas will be mine. Um, yeah I guess that's it for me. Oh and it won't follow the Twilight plot line incredibly closely so I'm sorry if that bothers you, but there should be a few parallels. Um, tbh I'm not a huge fan of the Twilight series, but I do like the characters.

Warnings: Mentions of child abuse and torture, slash

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Twilight. The belong to J.K. Rowling and Stephanie Myers respectively.

EDIT:::I am working on rewriting the whole story before I upload the new chapter. I want to make Harry more in character, so I'll be rewriting some of it. This is the rewritten chapter one.

Harry nearly choked on the water he had been about to swallow.

"Excuse me?" He gasped, voice cracking from the stifled cough. The auror that was gazing at him from behind a large mahogany desk raised a perfectly sculpted blonde eyebrow. Harry was briefly reminded of Malfoy senior, but quickly wiped the thought away; this man wasn't fitted with the customary Malfoy sneer.

"I said," The man drawled as if speaking to a child. "That because your magical guardian Albus Dumbledore is dead and your muggle guardian refuses to allow you back, you'll have to stay with your only other living relatives...no matter how distant they are. You'll be going to America to live with your mother's cousin Charlie Swan."

"But-" Harry started, but cut himself off to catch his breath and allow the anger that had been simmering in his chest to cool down. When he'd collected himself he continued, " Why can't I stay in the Wizarding World?"

The blonde man's blue eyes crinkled in amusement and Harry felt the almost uncontrollable urge to scream at him. The whole situation was bloody stupid. He'd defeated Voldemort two days prior and despite the promises of being able to rest and grieve, the Ministry forced Arthur Weasley to bring him to the Ministry so they could discuss his 'unique situation.'

As if that was more important than helping his friends rebuild the castle or gather the wounded.

"Because you are a minor, Harry." The auror responded, drawing Harry out of his thoughts and back to the situation on hand. "Since you have living relatives we are obligated to send you there until you either reach age 17. Or all of the rogue Death Eaters are found and sent to Azkaban. Whichever comes first."

"No," Harry argued, shaking his head and clenching the arms of the chair so tightly that his knuckles turned white. "I defeated Voldemort. I can defeat a few death eaters. And you don't even know they'll go after me!"

"That's true, but that's not the problem. You're a minor. You have to stay with your family," The auror stated, a determined note sounding out through his weary demeanor.

"I can stay with the Weasley's," Harry said, desperation seeping into his voice. He knew he was running out of options, but he was tired of people controlling him.

"They're hardly qualified to take care of their own children." The auror said, shushing Harry with a hand gesture before continuing. "They're good parents Harry. I did not mean to imply that they weren't, however the damages to their house will cost more than what they can pay for. You wouldn't want them to worry about caring for you too, would you?"

Harry scowled, a frown on his face as he finally sighed in defeat. He was completely out of options; Dumbledore was dead and the Dursley's decided that now that he was officially a murderer they would not have him in their house. And he couldn't ask the Weasley's for more than they had already given him. He clenched his jaw and tried to calm himself down before responding.

"Fine. When am I leaving?"

"You will be departing for America approximately two weeks from today." The man answered. "However, there are some things I need to tell you before that. Harry nodded his head in acknowledgement, still digging his fingernails into the cracks in the chair's wooden arms."First, you will be attending a muggle high school."

"And how am I supposed to pull that off?" Harry asked, growing increasingly frustrated with the man.

"A few well placed memory charms will help." The man said, and continued before Harry could protest. "You will be put under a muggle-born tutor who will help you learn everything you need to know."

"You want me to make up six years of education in two weeks?" Harry asked incredulously, removing his hands from the chair and placing them on his knees.

"Yes. And you'll be able to do it." The auror assured. Harry didn't respond, but was obviously very doubtful of the assured success. "Second, Charlie Swan and his daughter Bella, who will also be moving in shortly before you do, do not know about magic so you will have to refrain from using it."

"It's not like I'm bloody allowed to anyway," Harry muttered, his temper starting to get the best of him. He was being ripped away from the world that he had bloody saved because the Ministry didn't seem to believe he was capable of taking care of himself.

"I know it's not fair Harry, I was against it. Honestly." The man said, sending Harry a genuinely sympathetic smile. Harry frowned; sympathy was only a step away from pity and that was the last thing he needed from this bloke.

"Fine." Harry said, shaking his head. Stress was starting to build a home in his head and he could feel a headache coming on. "What am I going to do about the muggle books?"

"They will be provided by the tutor. Your first meeting with her is at your house at Grimmauld Place tomorrow morning at 8." Harry nodded his head at the information and was about to stand up, but the auror shook his head.

"What?"

"You're going to need to change your name."

"What?" Harry asked, hoping he'd heard wrong. They'd literally just stolen his world from him, and now they were going to steal his identity too?

"Only while you're in America" The man said, seeming to read Harry's thoughts. Harry glared and dropped his eyes so that the man could no longer make eye contact with him. He'd had enough of Dumbledore pulling that trick on him, he didn't need an auror reading his thoughts too. "Harry Potter is a very common name in America. And I guarantee you, the death eaters are going to check every single one of them. Hadrian is close enough to Harry that you shouldn't get confused, but far enough from Harry that you shouldn't be investigated by the death eaters."

"Harry nodded his head, not thrilled with the news but no longer in the mood to argue.

"Oh, and Harry?" The auror said, grabbing the teenager's attention,"You should start referring to yourself as Hadrian. Any mistakes could be fatal. You never know."

Harry turned his head and left the room, attempting to ignore the ominous warning as he walked down the clean black halls. A moment later he saw Arthur Weasley sitting on one of the benches and almost instantaneously a little bit of the anger that had been boiling inside him calmed.

When Harry saw that he had the man's attention he briefly explained everything he had been told by the auror. The man seemed almost as frustrated as Harry felt, but managed to force a smile.

"Well then, since it seems you will not be seeing much of anybody aside from that new tutor of yours for the next to weeks, perhaps you should explain this to Ron and Hermione now. And Ginny too, of course." Arthur suggested, guiding the teenager to the newest floo and gesturing for the boy to go first.

A sad smile resumed its spot on his face once the boy had disappeared in a burst of green flames. The war had already stolen one of his sons and now it looked like he was going to lose another, if only temporarily. He held back the tears as the thoughts of Fred entered his mind.

Arthur Weasley was gone in a flashing whir of green flames.

Harry arrived with a thud, immediately alerting Ron and Hermione of his arrival. He was on his knees by the time they rushed into the room, but took the hand Ron offered anyway and stood himself up. "What did they want, Harry" Hermione asked, barely giving Harry time to adjust.

The anger that Harry had managed to cool flared up again. An angry huff escaped him, though the noise was drowned out by the sound of Arthur's arrival.

"I'm not 'Harry' anymore, I'm Hadrian." Harry ground out, barely keeping his temper under control.

"He's being sent to America," Arthur supplied, obviously guessing the topic of conversation. Silence filled the room, and Arthur patted Harry once on the back before leaving, mumbling something about alerting Molly to the situation.

Once Arthur was gone Hermione broke the silence with a bitter sort of laugh, that prior to the war would've been completely characteristic of her.

"You're serious?" Hermione asked and though it was a question Harry already knew she knew the answer to, he nodded his head anyway.

"They want me to live with my mother's cousin." Harry said, exiting the kitchen and plopping himself down in one of the chairs in the sitting room.

"This is because of the Dursleys isn't it?" Ron asked. Harry shrugged.

"Well, would you want a murderer living with you?"

"Harry-"

"I know Hermione, I was just kidding." Harry said. Hermione seemed to be under the impression that he thought it was his fault he killed Voldemort. And it was, technically, but either way he couldn't bring himself to feel real remorse over it. "I think they just want me out of the way."

"I'm sure it's to keep you out of danger, Harry, not out of the way." Hermione said, though seeing her friends wry look she slumped. "I suppose you are a distraction."

"Thanks." Harry said flatly.

"No, no. That's not what I meant," Hermione said, in a rush to correct herself. "I just mean that everyone in the wizarding world wants to talk to you. People have been stopping by all day asking for you."

Harry sighed. "It's fine Hermione. I knew what you meant."

"Harry, maybe a break from the wizarding world is what you need." Hermione ventured after a moment of silence. She knew Ron was hurting, she knew because he wasn't talking. She looked at the red head and saw that his head was bowed and a look of anger was plastered onto his pale, freckled face.

"I'm not sure this is a break." Harry said,"and even so, I need to be here."

"You've helped more than enough." Hermione argued. She didn't want Harry gone, but now that she'd had time to let the information sink in she realized that Harry needed a break. Since the end of the Triwizard tournament Harry had been whisked around from professional to professional all training him in the basics of their field so that he had a better chance of defeating Voldemort. Harry never told her or Ron what all happened during that year, the year he should've been with them in their fifth year at Hogwarts, but whatever he was doing instead left a mark on him. When they finally saw him again at the end of that school year he was much stronger physically, but emotionally he was at the same place he was before; angry, confused, afraid. Only now he was better at hiding those emotions through a mask of indifference.

In their sixth year while they were alone together on the Horcrux hunt they managed to break him of some of the aloofness he'd seemed to become accustomed to during his time away from them, but even now he was a much different person than he was two years ago.

"Then why do I feel like I haven't?" Harry asked, though it didn't seem to be a question. The room settled into an uncomfortable silence before Harry shook his head and stood up. "I should go. I probably won't see you guys until I leave for America." Harry forced himself to look less irritated than he felt, but the sardonicism still came out in his voice. "They're sending me to a muggle high school and they seem to think that the right amount of memory spells and a tutor will prepare me for the six years of education I missed."

"That's not possible," Ron said, speaking up for the first time. His ears were still red from anger and his cheeks were splotchy from where he'd been holding them in his hands.

"With memory charms it is," Hermione stated, "But if you put too many on too quickly you can end up canceling them out and then you'd have to start over. It's also not very good for your mind; it can cause serious damage." Hermione lectured and Harry let a small half-smile slip onto his face.

"I'll keep that in mind."

"So, if-I mean when you go to America, how long?" Ron asked, finally broaching the subject neither he nor Hermione had wanted to talk about.

Harry sighed, leaning against the door "I don't know."

Hermione stood and pulled him into a warm hug, only releasing him long enough for Ron to give him and awkward pat on the back before she hugged him again. "Good luck, Harry."

Harry nodded stiffly, before backing away from her. He gave a half-hearted wave before he walked back towards the floo and disappeared, arriving in Grimmauld place with a thump.

Harry entered the airplane nervously. He'd heard Dudley telling stories of them before, but he'd never expected them to be so crowded. In fact, he was starting to feel vaguely claustrophobic despite the fact that no one was sitting next to him.

The flight wasn't very full, but he'd decided to sit in the back of the plane anyway. The farther away he was from people, the better. He was already in a bad mood, and he didn't exactly feel like socializing.

He buckled himself in and waited in silence for a long while before an elderly couple moved to sit in the row across the aisle from him.

He was just deciding that he wasn't overly fond of planes when the vehicle started to move. He felt his heart clench a little, but it soon relaxed and he even found himself enjoying it when the plane took up off the ground. His ears popped a few times, and while it hurt a little, the feeling soon passed and he was able to relax.

The plane ride was interesting for the first half an hour, but by the time the stewardess' went around taking drink orders he found himself recounting the events that had happened earlier that day.

He'd gotten out of tutoring with a massive headache only to be dragged away by Hermione who insisted that he needed muggle clothing that wasn't four sizes too large. She'd also mentioned that most teenagers had cell phones and computers and that he'd need them too.

The only thing he actually wanted was a portable music player. Dudley had had one, and once his older cousin had forgotten about it Harry had been able to use it. He'd discovered quite a few bands that he was fond of, though perhaps the most shocking thing was that his cousin didn't have a terrible taste in music.

Hermione had promised him they would stop to by his portable music player first, and consequently he'd bought his cell phone and computer at the same tech store.

He had less say in the clothing. He ended up with a more sufficient amount of jeans, varying from baggy to skinny and black to light grey. Hermione had muttered something about variety. He'd ended up with a multitude of t-shirts and sweaters as well, as well as other necessary items like underwear, socks, belts, hiking boots and regular sneakers.

Hermione had had to leave after that, but not before convincing him that contacts would look less conspicuous than his glasses. It'd taken him over half an hour to get them in that morning, and he wasn't overly excited about trying to figure out how to take them off. The idea of poking himself in the eye numerous times didn't appeal to him.

So, the first rewritten chapter.