I don't believe in coincidences anymore

Prologue

Harry's POV

I never thought that I would have this life. I've had to deal with too much; my parents being killed by a psychopath and trying to kill me at a few months old, being sent to live with the Dursleys', being abused by the people who are called my family and treated worse than a house elf, finding out I'm a wizard, being attacked be the same psychopath who tried to kill me again at 11, almost dying while battling a basilisk, and so much more. Now, at 17, I'm still trying to cope with the fact that I finally destroyed that damn psychopath, the Dark Lord Voldemort. Trying to deal with the aftermath was a mess. I had to help the Death Eaters who were innocent, like Professor Snape. Well I guess its Severus now since he's adopted me. He was the only one who had really helped me during the war. Sure Hermione and Ron helped but Severus help so much more. He saved my life so many times and gave me information. After the war we talked and he explained why he was a right git to me, well maybe not in those words but you get the point. He needed to act as though he hated me since he was being watched by the Slytherins and couldn't risk his position as a spy being compromised. After a while he asked if I wanted him to adopt me and I had to think for a moment, I was seriously stunned. Eventually I told him yes. I told him that even though he was a git to me, he was essentially the only one I trusted and I knew he had never lied to me. After that he adopted me and it's been nice. I've grown to see him as a parent. I've even started calling him dad. He acts like he hates it but I can always see the joy in his eyes. Anyways, things in the Wizarding World was getting to be to much. I was no longer the "Boy Who Lived" but now "The Boy Who Conquered". Everyday if I stepped out of my house I would be surrounded by witches and wizards, I would get owl mail with marriage proposals and I would read the most bloody ridiculous things in the Daily Prophet. Finally when I snapped and ended up destroying half the house, Severus made his decision. He decided to move us to America in a small backwater town called Mystic Falls, Virgina.