Harry Potter Twilight X-Over

Sixteen year old Harry Potter was curled up in Remus Lupin's lap. The werewolf continuously ran his fingers through his charge's white-streaked black hair, making it even messier than before. But it was soothing Harry, who needed all the comfort he could get.

They had lost so much at the Battle of Hogwarts. Ron and Hermione, who had stayed by his side throughout the entirety of the war, had both died from their injuries soon after Harry had killed Voldemort. Other deaths had left Harry with hardly anyone to lean on.

The only ones that really remained were Remus, Sirius, Draco and Luna. The latter two had joined harry in a sibling-bonding ritual in fifth year, after Harry had gotten Draco away from his father in third. Pretending to hate each other for the duration of two years had been fun, if a little trying at times. And Luna, oddly enough, had helped to come up with most of the insults.

Draco and Luna, as it were, were sitting on the couch opposite of Harry and Remus. Luna's hair, much like Harry's, was streaked with white, and a fresh scar scored a line down Draco's cheek, from temple to jaw. They, like Harry, were tired and grieving, and had nowhere else to go.

"Sirius and I will meet up with you soon," Remus was explaining. "the house is already ready to be lived in, and you three are signed up at the local high school." He paused, amber eyes gazing at the three teens wearily. "Just try to relax. Be normal teenagers."

"Normal is a relative word," Luna said softly. She was no longer using the dreamy voice or the strange comments. She no longer had to hide her Sight, as all those in the room were aware of it.

"At least try," Remus said, kissing Harry's head and setting the boy on his feet.

"Where are we going?" Draco asked, because he knew Harry would like to know. Harry, however, hadn't spoken a word since the last battle; post traumatic stress or something like that.

"Forks, Washington," Remus answered, handing the aristocratic blond the port-key. He watched as Luna warped her arms around Harry, and touched the port-key as well.

"What Did they name the town next to it Spoons?" Draco asked haughtily, a small hint of his old sneer on his face.

Remus gave a light smile. "Be safe."

And then they were gone.

The house was large, but comfortable. Set back in the trees outside of town, they were pretty sure no one would bother them terribly much. The house itself was a large Victorian with two stories and a tower with a third. It was painted a cheery yellow, with white trimmings and a red door.

Inside it was elegant, but comfortable. There were pictures of the teens lining the walls, none of them moving, and paintings of fantastical creatures and scenes. The kitchen was fully stocked, the bedrooms painted and arranged according to their desires. They had everything they needed.

Except, perhaps, what they craved the most.

Normality was hard to come by when you're a war-torn sixteen-year-old hero.

Harry dropped onto the leather sofa, drawing himself into a ball as Luna wandered into the kitchen to make up some dinner. Draco watched her for a moment before sitting next to Harry and pulling him close. "Guess what," he murmured to his little brother. "We're in the middle of a tiny muggle town in the middle of nowhere on a continent across the ocean from Britain. The Death Eaters aren't smart enough to locate us, and the Ministry by far isn't."

Never finished. Not slash. The Cullens and wolves sort of adopt the teens.