Summary- All her life Harry, short for Harriette, had always been one of the boys and nothing was really going to stop that. Not even a Zombie apocalypse. So what if the group she was currently in was under the mistaken perception that she was actually a male. After all considering all that was going around them did it really matter? Fem!Harry
Another walked dead plot bunny that wouldn't leave me along. This is an I'm not sure if I am going to continue and keep going with story, or a story I will give out for adopting. SO I make keep going with this but at the same time if anyone likes the idea they can take it and make their own version as well. So please let me know what you think.
Chapter one
Harry, call me by my full name and die, Potter was currently finding herself rather confused and bewildered in a, is this really happening sort of way. Not because of the Zombie apocalypse that was currently going on, no that had left her horrified when she had first found out just what was going on.
Which happened when she saw one of her neighbors, that she really didn't like because she keep trying to get Harry to act more feminine and continued to call her by her full name despite Harry's protest against it, get torn apart by another Zombie; something she would never wish on the elder lady no matter how much she got annoyed at her. That day reminded Harry horrible of the war, and the werewolves and made her start waking up with nightmares again. Which since the whole world seem to turn into a living nightmare it really wasn't something that wasn't expected
Still what got the now almost twenty year old witch feeling that way was the fact that despite the fact the dead were raising up all around them and trying to eat them, the group she had found herself with, and the group she was still debating if she was going to stay with, still had its share of unneeded drama over pretty much everything.
Perhaps Harry was being overly harsh on the group, after all before all of this happened she was sure that nearly everyone in the group had lead a relatively normal life. Unlike her, she was sure they hadn't just recently finished a blood war, that they had been front and center in, nor did she think that then dealt with all the after math of said war. And unlike her, they still weren't used to fighting with everything they had, nor where they used to a kill or be killed world like she had been forced to be…well at least most of them weren't Harry was sure the two hunters of the group, a Daryl and Merle were pretty used to it a kill or be killed world but she wasn't so sure about the others.
And honestly, to her at least, this really showed with how they reacted to, well nearly everything. Not that Harry was going to say anything, or make a point to tell them this. She knew that that would only cause more drama as they argued again what she said, and not only that but she really didn't know this group much. Having had literally only stumbled onto them a couple of days ago or to be more precise she had walked in the clearing they had made camp in, wondering why such a large group was doing out in the open like they were.
But since she had wondered into this group what Harry had spent a good deal of time, when she wasn't hunting, watching for walkers, or making sure all her weapons and supplies were in good condition, watching them. Seeing how they reacted to everything, learning what she could about them from said reaction, observing all of them to see just what made them tick; similar to how she did all her live at her so called family home and only improved upon during the war.
What she was trying to do was see if she should stick around here or not, to see if these were people she actually wanted to risk her life, or sanity for. At the same time she knew it wasn't like she had anything to lose or gain from staying. Seeing as everyone else she cared about had already been slowly killed off by the war that had just ended and those that lived, well they weren't talking to her and she couldn't find it in her to actually give a shit about them; not after everything they tried to pull. Even with everything that was currently go on. Like she told them before she left, they could all eat shit and die for all she cared.
As of right now the only reason she had been staying was because when she had first arrived the very first things she saw was the kids they had, and despite how hard she acted at time, Harry always had a soft spot for kids. But only the kids and as of right now the rest of the adult, bare a small few, were starting to get on her nerves with just how much drama they continued to pull.
Like right now Lori, one of the women from the group, who reminded Harry somewhat nastily of her not so dear Aunt, was going on about how the women around the camp would clean up and do the laundry for the men; the lady chores she called them. This almost made Harry want to scream a bit at her, to get more with the times and to grow up, but stopped herself because of two things. One it really wasn't any of her business and if the other women in the group disagreed with Lori then they would have to stand up for themselves and say so.
And two, Lori, like the rest of the camp, seemed to under the mistaken impression that Harry was completely and utterly male. Harry knew they thought this way, found it amusing as hell, and did absolutely nothing to discourage them from thinking otherwise. It was almost a source of amusement for her during these dark times. It wasn't like it was all that insulting to her either seeing as Harry had always been what most would call one of the boys.
Though she did think that Daryl and his brother were starting to catch onto the fact that Harry might not be as male as he claimed. But since the two usually spent most of the time hunting and away from the others in the camp Harry didn't think it matter much. Even if it was those two she spent the most time with. Plus rather she was male of female it didn't matter she knew how to fight, she knew hunt, she knew how to heal, and most importantly she knew how to survive; both with her magic and without. Compared that that Gender didn't matter in the least bit and for those who thought it did she would personal y show them just why it didn't.
Rolling her eyes at how Lori was acting Harry turned to the person standing behind the women acting similar to a loyal dog to her. His name was Shane and he was another person in the group that Harry really didn't' like in the least bit. Though this was mainly because the moment Harry had first stumbled on this group the so called police man, and leader of the group, started to demand all the weapons, and other supplies she had on her if she wanted to join their group. Yeah, that didn't work in the least bit.
Instead Harry simple raised an eyebrow at the man, before she quickly knocked the gun out of his hands, and flipping said mad over her shoulder; before anyone else in the group realized just what she was doing. Then after putting her booted foot on the man's back told him in lament terms she wasn't going to hand over HER weapons or HER supplies and if he tried to take them she would kill him. Though his attitude after, and the actions he did with the rest of the group certainly didn't endear Shane to her any more then he already was.
Harry never said she'd be part of their group, but for some reason after she took down Shane like she had, the youngest little girl of the group, who was called Sophia, seemed to utterly adore her and stuck like a shadow to her. Something Harry knew that her father loathed and tried to correct several time before stopping when Harry nearly broke his hand when he tried in front of her.
But still what Sophia was doing did have the effect of causing Harry to want stay and help; at least until she finally decided if this group was the one she's join. Harry did this by both by helping the Dixons hunt from time to time, helping with the protection and letting it be known that she knew how to patch people up and was what the people in the army called a field medic. Not to mention going on runs with Glenn; who was someone Harry was actually really starting to get along with.
Harry getting an unwanted headache as she continued to watch the drama in the camp deiced that her time would be better spent doing something else. Like checking her packs, her clothes and her weapons in case she needed to go on another run, or worse if there was a walker attack of some sort. That in mind Harry began to do just that starting with her weapons and moving on from there. After all at the moment those weapons could be the things that choice between life and death for her.
That in mind Harry began the time consuming work of checking over, sharping and discreetly spelling all her weapon supple. Which considering she had raided both the Potter and Black weapons supply was a quite a bit of weapons. Unfortunately and fortunately not every single weapon she had was currently directly on her person in such a way that she could check them over or it would have taken a lot longer then what it did to make sure her weapons where all in tiptop order, not to mention it would have raised a lot more question then she wanted to answer with the sheer number of weapons she would need to have done.
As it was she already had more weapon this most people carried around what with the good twenty throwing daggers she had strapped in various place of her body; each with a charm that would discreetly summon it back to her once she got a certain distance away from them. The Katana she had attached to her back. The four Sais she had, two on each side of each one of her boots, and her favorite weapon, and the one she had with her since she was fourteen and Sirius had first taken her to the black vaults, the chained scythe on her hip.
Her friends, back when they had been alive, had always said she had an unhealthy obsession with sharp and point. Object when the saw just how much she practiced or used said chained Scythe. But she had always been quick to reply what was so unhealthy about it when it's what kept her alive; more now so then ever before.
The sound of bush rustling nearby, knocked Harry's attention from what she had been doing and away from her thoughts as it alert her to the fact someone, or maybe something, was coming. Then before the others could react Harry had a pair of her throwing daggers up and ready to launch an attack. However before she could actually throw these daggers a very familiar, and rather hated by the rest of the camp, spoke up freezing Harry's hands.
"Now none that, pretty boy, unless you don't want the food me and my brother found. It's fine with me, more for me and my brother that way anyway." Now that was extremely polite for Merle, didn't have a single real insult or slur in it, but with the looks the rest of the group sent the hunter it was like he had just cursed them all out or something similar to it. Causing Harry to roll her eyes, and move to help both Merle and Daryl get everything ready; after all the animals weren't going to skin themselves now were they.
Adding another mental tally to just why several members of this group most likely wouldn't survive that long if they keep the attitude they had now. They were all way to sensitive and took things to literally, not one of them even attempted to see past either Merle or Daryl's offence mask and only took things at face value.
Not to mention the fact that not a single member of the group ever thanked either brother for going out hunting and making it so they didn't have to go hungry, nor did the majority of them even offer to help when it came to actually preparing to the food so that it could be cooked.
Expecting either her or the Dixons to do it; just like they expected them to handle all the hunting as well. Yeah, so far it really seemed that the group wasn't one she wanted to stay on if she actually had plans, on you know, surviving through this whole thing. After all if they couldn't accept the Dixon's, no matter how offence Merle could be, then why would they accept the fact she was a witch, an extremely powerful one at that?
