Prologue
Harry drives down the windy roads of forks, the slight dribble of rain pours down on his car, he has his wipers turned on and let's it do it's thing, his radio is blaring music as he is bobbing his head along to it.
The song finishes and the radio turns onto some sort of cast...
"the past few weeks around port Angeles and forks Washington have been filled with murders, we have no claim as to who is killing these people. Though we suspect it is an animal, maybe. Under speculations..."
harry tunes out the radio as he drives on the roads, he's close to his half uncles house and is a bit nervous to meet him. He sort of remembers seeing him when he was really young, but he has no proper memory.
Having to move into the house of some random relatives is scary. But he will soon get over it.
Harry jumps out of his car and meets his uncle with a hesitate hug, Charlie swan, chief of police.
"Harry! So nice to see you. You were so small last time I saw you! Your so big now." Charlie says, laughing. He puts his hand around the height he thinks when remembering seeing harry last.
Harry smiled at him, nodding his head. The slight dribble of rain making his hair slight wet, he runs his fingers through it. Soft smooth, and silky. And wet.
"Yeah, nice to see you too." Harry smiled.
Charlie nodded, rubbing his beared, "mmhmm. Anyway, let's get your stuff inside and make yourself at home." Charlie grabs one of Harry's bags out of his car and walks up to the door. Harry follows him, closing the car doors and locking it.
They make their way down a hallway past the stairs and to a clean room, bare of any sheets and stuff. Harry smiles at it. His own room.
"Just pop your stuff down and make yourself at it, I don't mind what you do to it.. just no holes in the walls or anything like that." Charlie says, joking around a bit.
Harry nods his head. Of course.
"Yeah, sure." Charlie gives his a pat on the shoulder and leaves the room, harry closed the door behind him and looks around.
Harry looks around the room, a slight big window behind a bed, the bed is a double with two bedside tables and a lamp on one. A closet sat on the wall left to the bed, the bed had 4 pillows and a while dooner, without a colour and the pillows the Same.
Harry gets some stuff out of a suitcase and puts on a grey sheet over the dooner and pillow cases. He grabs se books out of a different one and places them on the right side bedside table and some other small things.
The room looks a little better but he also has se more things, he grabs a suitcase of clothes and puts them in the closet. Barely half is full, as he doesn't have much. But since his mother left money to him, he'd have enough to last untill his 60s. Maybe older if he's careful.
Harry finished and leaves his room, going to the loungeroom, Charlie is in the kitchen making something. But it smells like he's burning something.
"You okay? Smells like a fire in here." Harry says, coming to stand next to his uncle.
