Alright, first try at fanfiction, be nice please =)

This is just a teaser/prologue for a story that has been floating around my head for a while. I have not written up very much of it, nor do I have any definite plans for a plot. I also can't give any guarentees as to posting time. I'm busy, and while I write as much as I can, I often edit my works multiple times.

I'm not extremely well versed with the Spooksville series, so if you spy any inconsistencies or errors please let me know, I haven't read all of them and while I will look for the few I own, I'm not all that confident.

There may be some spoilers for various books, though I don't expect anything too earth-shattering.

I know this is pretty short, but I can pretty much promise that the next will be longer.

"Next stop, Springville. This where you're gettin' off, kid?"

Harry glanced up from the book in his lap, gracing the middle-aged driver with a slight smile "Yes, thank you."

Apparently taking the polite answer as an excuse to continue, the man glanced back in the mirror at the raven haired teen "Don't get many visitors 'round here, where're your folks?"

"I'm moving, and Springville just seemed to be a good fit. My parents will be following shortly." Harry replied easily, and the driver bought the casual lie instantly.

"Ah, now look out the front window here kid, town's comin' up." The man gestured vaguely in front of them as the trees started to thin.

Curious in spite of himself, the wizard leaned forward slightly in his seat, brilliant emerald eyes catching a first glimpse of his new home.

It was...picturesque, for lack of a better word, yet even on the outskirts of the town Harry could feel the latent magical power coiling over his skin. In other words it was perfect for him; he could live in peace far from the eyes of the wizarding world. The town was small enough to retain an almost cozy feel, and was practically soaked with magic, which would in exchange strengthen his own magic.

Travelling past small, quaint houses and heading towards the center of the town, the bus barely slowed as the stop came into view. As it pulled over at a small overhang in front of what looked to be the bank Harry grabbed his backpack and took a few steps to the top of the steps, retaining his balance perfectly even as the bus stopped rather abruptly.

Nodding in response to the exuberant farewell of the driver, he stepped down onto the street, gaze flickering along each face nearby, assessing threats even as he slung his backpack over a shoulder and started off towards a realtor he had seen from the bus.

A few minutes later he was pushing open the door of a small, but meticulously organized office, forming his face into a pleasant expression as a woman at a desk glanced up.

Smiling slightly at her apparent surprise upon seeing a new face he approached "Hello."

"What can I help you with?"

"I'm looking to buy a house."