Ok. This is a rewrite.
Disclaimer: nothing is mine.
Summary: When Harry gets tired of reliving the pain of the past several months, what does he do? He runs of course(duh). What happens when he turns up in Forks?
Pairings: Harry/Edward, Alice/Jasper, Rosalie/Emmet, Esme/Carlisle. Obviously this is a slash story so if you have a problem with that then go away.
Harry sighed softly to himself as he leaned back almost lazily in his seat. He was going to enjoy this trip as much as he could... even if it was compleatly unplanned.
He was getting away from the wizarding world and there wasnt anybody that could stop him. Well, they could try but it wouldnt do them any good. He forced his thoughts away from his one-time friends and focused instead on the subtle feeling of contentment that encompased him at the moment.
Harry didnt relax much these days, his mind was to full of memories. Memories of death and destruction. Memories of betrayal and despair.
He hissed lightly, so soft that anybody around wouldnt have heard. Why couldnt he stop thinking about it? Why couldnt his mind let him forget?
Taking a deep breath, he pushed all of the troublesome thoughts to the back of his mind. It had taken a long time but he had finnaly learned occlumency and he was extreamly glad of that right now.
His head settled immediately and he sighed again. It didnt matter what he did. He would enjoy his time away. He would recover. The circustances didnt make any difference to him.
No. All that really mattered was that he went, he wasnt famous. He would no longer be the Boy-Who-Lived. Wouldnt be the Savior. Or even, the Chosen One.
No. It was finally gone, despite his having to run away for that to happen. That last thought made him frown lightly to himself. This made him the worst sort of coward. But he figured that it could be excused.
im going to call it right here. dont be too angry...
do me a favor and tell me what you think...please(puppy eyes)