Harry doesn't go to his last year at Hogwarts. He runs, away from the pain and from the hurt. Changing his name and losing glamours from when he was a baby, Knox opens up a bakery in New York. Having faced a betrayal that runs deep, he escapes from his problems. Knox meets someone, and doesn't know that one meeting will change his life into something beautiful, something worth living for. Warnings: boyxboy, manipulative!Dumbledore, blinded!Weasley's.

Harry looked around. He smiled bitterly before looking away. There, in front of him, were families everywhere, all smiling and laughing. Mothers kissing their sons and daughters, fathers giving advice, brothers and sisters making fun of each in their own unique way of saying 'I love you.' Harry took a deep breath and walked out of the barrier. No one called out to him. No one cared. Not even Ron and Hermione, both of whom were holding hands and talking, not looking for him. Harry scoffed.

Outside it was raining. The water soaked Harry, but he didn't care at the moment. He just walked on wards, going to a money trading stand that was barely noticeable. He pulled out enough galleons to equal a kilogram, and threw them onto the counter. Four stacks of money was passed to him. He then put the money in his backpack, walking into the nearest bathroom and locking the door, making sure no one was inside. He looked into the mirror.

A sopping wet guy stared back at him. He had messy black hair, bright green eyes, a small nose, glasses, and a short figure. The glamour fell. A man with inky black hair, icy blue eyes, a straight nose, high cheekbones, pale skin, and no glasses looked back. He was taller and his figure was more lean, a bit on the muscular side. Still sopping wet, Harry muttered a spell and watched as he instantly dried off.

He pulled out a wand, Phoenix feather and holly, and snapped it in two. Black smoke wafted out of the pieces, the aura giving Harry chills. He threw them on the ground, muttering another spell and watching with satisfaction as the pieces were crushed to dust under an invisible force. A bright flash of light was seen before the bathroom was empty.