This was it, three years of training, many hours of work and more tears than he could count had all come down to this, this was what it had all been about, nothing else mattered. And now that he was here, it seemed, at least to Harry like it was all a little pointless; he had lost more in this war than anyone else.

His parents were only the first in a long line of casualties that Harry would never see again. Not only had the war claimed his parents lives it has also claimed his, just not in the same way...yet. Standing across from Voldemort he could feels parts of himself pray that this would be over quickly, that today he would die without any torture

No one on the light side would have guessed at his state of mind though, which is why he had been left alone to dwell on his feelings for so long. Severus Snape was the only member of the Order who had ever raised any concerns about the mental wellbeing of their saviour, but he hadn't bothered to look very far, after all if Harry was suffering James was suffering, right?

Harry had been taken out of school at fourteen, mere days after witnessing the death of a classmate, to train, it hadn't occurred to many people that there might be severe emotional scarring from such an event, they had just patched him up and sent him on his way. To the most gruelling challenges he would ever have to face.

Severus had been enlisted to teach Harry occulmency, which he didn't have a talent for, but after many hours rigorous training it had been drilled into him. Now emotion didn't even pass across his face let alone register in his mind. The training had made him stronger physically and almost unstoppable magically but it had all but killed the kind side of Harry that many had known and loved him for. What hadn't already been killed by the Dursleys' was now buried under war protocol and guilt.

Harry Potter was, by anyone's standards, the perfect soldier, he was incredibly strong; practically unbeatable and he always knew what to do.

But Harry was more than that. He was the ultimate weapon, the child of prophecy, a lost child who craved love and affection.

Harry no longer had what he could call friends, almost everyone was afraid of him, Ron and Hermione couldn't stay to watch what he was turning into, what he was being forced to turn into. The adults that weren't afraid of him tried to control him. Remus and Sirius were never around, always out on some mission or another and didn't have time for their godson. They didn't see the way the training was changing him, cutting him off from everyone. So Harry had no outside attachments to distract him from the cause.

Given his awful childhood he had very little self worth, meaning he would put himself into impossible situations if asked.

None of this made Harry the best soldier though, what made Harry the best soldier of them all was that he was obedient.

But now standing opposite Voldemort, he wasn't strong or clever or obedient, he was just angry. The pure fury raged through his body as his magic came alive with it. Almost everyone on the battlefield felt it and it was although time stopped. Everyone ceased fighting to look at the phenomenon that was Harry James Potter standing facing his enemy. Harry felt the magic escaping him and reined it back it, all in due time he whispered to it.

"This ends now!" he screamed at Tom Riddle.

"No Potter, you do" Voldemort said raising his wand and casting at the stationary Harry. Harry didn't move as the red light sped at him, he just let it come. It collided with his body sending him screaming to his knees, no matter how many times he had been hit with the cruciatus it still hurt just as much as the first time, you never got used to it. But Harry knew this pain was necessary. Harry knew he was a horcrux, it hadn't been hard to figure out, but that meant that even if he killed Voldemort harry himself would still be keeping him alive. So Harry needed to die. Strangely it hadn't been a difficult decision, but then he had very little to live for and after he killed Voldemort most of those reasons would disappear anyway.

Harry had worked it out all on his own, no one could know what he had planned, it would just be too dangerous for them. So he carried on screaming as Tom Riddle held the curse over him.

Time disappeared as agony swirled through Harry's veins. He constantly reminded himself not to throw off the curse. There was nothing he could do at the moment. He needed to die.

Finally Voldemort lifted the unforgivable and smirked at Harry who noticed he had been moved during the torture. Currently two deatheaters were holding him up as Voldemort moved slowly towards him, his blood eyes never leaving Harry's. There was silence on the battlefield. Everyone was looking at the small raised bit of land that harry,, Voldemort and the two deatheaters occupied.

Harry wondered why Voldemort was coming towards him before he saw it, a knife. Makes sense he supposed, killing him with a wand hadn't worked the last time Voldemort had tried it. And Harry doubted he was prepared to chance the same thing now. Well he supposed that wasn't such a bad way to die. Tensing himself in preparation for the pain harry looked directly into the eyes of his killer.

Tom Riddle raised the dagger high into the air forced it in an arc downwards just as Harry opened his mouth summoning all the magic he had forced back when he was anger and gathering it at the end of his finger tips.

The dagger plunged into his chest as his cry of

"AVADA KEDAVRA" was heard across the lawns of Hogwarts.

Voldemort body exploded. A dark dust covered the area where he had been blown apart before the area where he had been became visible. There was nothing there. Harry Potter had disappeared.

Harry woke up in a white room to the sound a repetitive beeping noise. He knew something was very different to how it had been last time he was conscious, he felt lighter almost happy, like something dark inside of himself had disappeared, he prayed that the darkness that was missing was the horcrux. This meant that he had to have died, and yet here he was...again. It seemed he lived to defy logic.

Opening his eyes slowly he reached out with his magic to find out what was going on around him. Harry was shocked to find no other magical presence in the building. He lifted his head just as a pretty blonde nurse came rushing round the door.

"You're awake" she exclaimed before disappeared again, running back down the corridor.

Harry merely raised an eyebrow and resisted the urge to yell, well duh, after her.

Harry learned over the course of the next hour that he was in a hospital in central London and that he had turned up outside it one day about a month ago. He had had a partially healed stab wound in his chest. Harry was grateful to his magic for saving him once again.

A few weeks later he was fit enough to leave and the doctors were praising his recovery as nothing short of a miracle. Harry just wanted to get out of there, and to find out what was going on in the wizarding world. Upon his exit he headed straight for a kiosk that he knew sold both muggle and magical papers, using wandless magic he changed his appearance and brought a copy.

"HARRY POTTERS BODY STILL MISSING. OFFICIAL LIST OF THE DEAD PRINTED.

Following the climactic battle between he-who-must-not-be-named-"

Harry snorted; they wouldn't even print his name

"-in which Harry Potter successfully removed the Dark Lord from the face of the earth,"

Harry almost jumped for joy, Tom was dead! He scanned the rest of the article but found nothing interesting that he didn't already know and then with trepidation turned over the page to the list of the dead from the battle at Hogwarts, his name was at the top. Harry almost laughed out loud. Almost. It was the length of the list that stopped him. It was almost four pages long. Mostly they were aurors but there were a few he recognized. He was thankful though that neither Sirius, Remus nor any of his classmates appeared on the list.

Standing in the middle of the street reading about the deaths caused by the war Harry Potter made his decision, he was a weapon and he no longer had a purpose, he was under no illusion as to what happened to powerful people who had served their purpose. And those who cared enough would have grieved for him by now, not that he thought many had, he wasn't a well liked person anymore. Harry couldn't stay in England, he needed to start fresh, somewhere new.

That meant he needed money, which meant Gringotts. Harry sighed, money just wasn't important in his life anymore and it was strange for him to find himself needing it again.

He looked around himself and was disheartened to realize he had no idea where he was.

"Excuse me? Do you have any idea where the station is?" he asked politely to the nearest muggle. He received some rather wobbly directions in return but managed to get to it. He wandlessly obliviated the ticket masters, fooling them into thinking he had paid. He resisted the urge to wave his hand and state "these are not the clones you are looking for" mainly because he didn't think he would ever be able to stop laughing if he actually did it.

Once he got to Charing Cross road and into Diagon Alley he was shocked at what he saw, it was like two different events had met within the street. There were black banners and streamers together. How odd.

The goblins were happy to help him set up a form or debit card for use everywhere and Harry left quickly, the less time he spent anywhere the less likely he would be recognized. He knew the goblins wouldn't tell anyone, his bank account was far too large for them to risk losing it.

So Harry left the bank and headed out into London where he stood in a dark grotty side street next to the Leaky Cauldron and thought about where he would like to go. He wanted to travel a bit before he settled down.

A year later Harry was asking himself where he would like to go next, over the past year he had learnt a lot about himself and magic, he had a ludicrous amount of power and he needed to keep his emotions in check to control it. Plus the fact he didn't seem to be aging, which he blamed his death for. Although he could be injured so it was safe to say he could die. He had not wasted his year of travelling...running some might say. But no one he knew had ever caught up with him, even though the death eaters were still looking. Harry was sitting in a villa in the south of France which looked out across ocean and he was staring at a map of America, Harry had decided that he wanted to live somewhere that spoke English, at least for the next few years. Harry wanted a non magical education and a quiet life.

Looking over the map he found a town that made him laugh, Forks, what a silly thing to name a town. He drifted his eyes further down the coast trying to decide where he would like to live and marking where the magical populations were.

After about an hour Harry was getting very frustrated, he kept thinking about that stupidly named town! Sighing he got up and stretched his legs, reeling in the magic that was escaping because of the tension he was feeling.

"Forks. Forks, Fooorks" Harry said the name of the town out loud to himself again and again. Now he thought about it, Forks didn't sound like a too bad place to live. Harry smiled,

"Forks."

He purchased a house within the next few days and enrolled himself into the school via email. Ah the wonders of muggle technology.

Trans-Atlantic apparition was impossible. Except if you were Harry Potter, or Harry Orion as he was soon to be known. He was rather pleased with the name, it had taken him a while to develop and it reminded him of the people he still cared for even though they didn't him. No, they were busy with the war he told himself, they cared!

Yeah right, just like the Dursleys cared when they were beating you into unconsciousness! They didn't want anything to do with you; the war was just an excuse.

The nastier side of Harry always won these little debates he had with himself. But he was getting side tracked; he needed to think about Forks. Forks. And with a quiet pop, Harry Potter disappeared from France and Harry Orion appeared in a forest just north of Forks.

A/n Vampires next chapter promise, I just needed to introduce Harry's background so his decisions become easier to understand. I know abused harry is overdone but I promise he isn't weak! Review and tell me what you think!