Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all characters, places et al. are owned by J.K. Rowling. Also Twilight and all characters places et al. are owned by Stephenie Meyer

A/N: Ok, I'll bite :) I love HP, and as I have been recently introduced to Twilight, I like it, too. I am a sucker for Vampires (no pun intended) ;) And given the option of crossovers, I thought, why not :) So, here it is...

Chapter 1: To New Shores

His eyes stared unfocused down the corridor full with people rushing by and letters zipping around and above them. He still wasn't sure his decision was for the better, buy my Merlin, it couldn't get any worse.

He still couldn't pin it down to a particular moment when everything started to go to hell; though knowing it wouldn't change anything one bit, would it? He snorted. The door across the corridor opened and a young wizard in awfully bright yellow robes gestured him to come in.

„Mr Malfoy," the wizard finally said as he sat down in front of the dusty desk. The sun barely visible through smoked windows. „So you want to take the offer from the Minister and leave England? You don't have to, you know?" Quizzical eyes seized him up and down.

"Yes, I know," Draco answered with a steady enough voice.

The ministry had cracked down hard after the war on any Death Eater that had remained; the usage of Veritaserum was widespread and the atmosphere was still ripe with paranoia. Being a Malfoy hadn't been easy in those times. He was 'lucky' to have been spared the executions or Azkaban. The Ministry had encouraged those who were suspected to be Death Eaters but couldn't be proved guilty to leave the country and start over somewhere else. He had thought long about it and in the end, it really seemed for the best.

"Well," the wizard winked with his wand and some scrolls lept to his table and unrolled, "there are a lot of possibilities. Do you have anything in mind?"
"North America," Draco answered. At least I speak the language and they have less dragons than Romania, he thought dryly.

"As you know, you will be sent to locations that don't have a dense wizarding population to avoid any...incidents," he managed to make it sound not even insulting. "It cost a lot of convincing that other countries help us that way." Help you get rid of the inconvenient people and miscreants, you mean...

"Orangeville in Utah? Sandy Valley, Nevada?"

Draco thought for a second. From what he knew about North American geography, Nevada sounded too hot for him. He felt more at home in a moderate climate.

"Utah," he said thoughtfully, "it's in the continent, yes?"

The wizard looked funnily at him, "eh, yes, it is." Then no, Draco thought. He wasn't the maritime kind of guy, but he rather had the possibility of sea access in short time if he wanted to. Call it a quirk.

"There are no other options?" he asked.

The wizard looked deeply into the scrolls and after some time, he looked up again at him. "There's a little spot in Washington. Called Forks. Tiny place, really."

"It's close to the sea?" Draco asked.

"Actually, yes."

"Then that," Draco decided. "When can I leave?" Not that he was under house arrest or something, but there still was some hidden...elements he had to ask before doing anything. Another good reason to go, really.

"We can set it up within the week. We need to call the American authorities, as might have guessed and set it up. After that, you can go as soon as you like."

There was some more red tape involved and after twenty more minutes, he left the office and then the Ministry with something close to a happy mood – at least for him.

He plopped out of the fireplace from green flames into the grand hall of the American Department for Magic. The first thing he noticed was that it was a lot more modern in design than the Ministry. Equally busy, that was evident. Especially as he was ushered away from the fireplace to make space for the next arrival. The décor was less antique than the Ministry in London, some sort of neo-gothic architecture made from a reddish-brown stone, and some crystal highlights were casting tunnels of bright light down from the ceiling. Not bad, he mused.

He asked a guard of sorts for directions to the guidance officer written on the letter from the Ministry. When he read it, a little bird made of glass appeared fluttering above him. After a few seconds, it made a hooting sound and whisked of into the deeper recesses of the grand hall.

After a little odyssey down staircases, through endless corridors it stopped in front of an office. It was a far cry from the one he waited a week before. When he entered, he was confronted with a little middle-aged lady, covered in a bizarrely patterned mountain of silk, chiffon, and things he couldn't name. And, to his dismay, she also seemed to have an over-abundance of this bubbling friendliness he so despised.

Welcome to the U.S.A.!" she almost burst with excitement. "It's not often that we get new permanent wizards to move from the England! I am so excited!" With a rather overdone gesture she called a scroll forth from a cabinet. "Forks! Fantastic choice! You know, I was born in Seattle, and sometimes went there with my parents as a kid. The Olympic National Park, incredible! But where did I put..." she went silent for a second or two, luckily.

"Thank you for-"

"Ah, don't worry, dear, I got it all covered," she continued in the same forceful conversation style, "we set up a money transfer from Gringotts, you should be OK in that direction. Martha Delling has been asked to be your host in the beginning. She's a squib, you know, but such a lovely person! You need to try her blueberry muffins! To die for! Anyway, ..."
After what seemed like an eternity he left the office again, laden with documents on local customs, things to do and not to, contacts, and whatnot else. He sighed, happy for the silence outside her office. He actually smiled as he walked back to the grand hall and his outgoing floo connection.