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Harry doesn't really know how it happened.
He didn't think anyone really did.
It started out like any normal flu. But it really wasn't, this wasn't like any other, jitters, light-headed, dilated pupils, pale, sweaty, a thirst for human flesh.
They came back to life, after they were infected. . . After they've died. But it's not them. After they die, they're just mindless beings searching for food, for flesh. Harry saw it. His friend had it. Her name was Hermione, they didn't think it could travel to the magical world but it did, they had locked everything down. No one comes in and no one goes out.
Unfortunately even though they thought their defenses were enough, they just weren't. Tom, the bartender to the Leaky Cauldron opened the grungy door for a quick second, he heard what he thought might have been knocking. He had thought maybe survivors were out there. But there weren't, as he opened the door moans could be heard. The wizarding world was fairly new to this infection and hadn't gone anywhere near one who was. All they knew was that they weren't inferius'. They had thought they were at some point. Most of them who had to venture out into the muggle world had tried destroying them with Fiendfyre or tracking down the Dark Lord whom they thought created the zombie-like monsters. There was no such luck. As Tom opened the door, an infected lunged forward, tackling down the old barkeep, with a shriek the flesh eater bit down on the old man's neck, fiercely ripping away the skin and devouring him with no mercy or guilt. Its milky white eyes expressionless, no shame as to what it had done. The scream died out from Tom's throat as the last of his blood spilled onto the dirty wooden floor, Hermione walked in cautiously after she heard the pain-filled screams, her wand arm raised at ready to cast at anyone whom was near. But what she seen in front of her disgusted her greatly, covering her silent scream with her unused hand, hazel eyes wide yet full of fear. Her wand clattered to the floor, getting the zombies attention, it's head snapped up, still atop the dead barkeepers body, it's hands bloodied from ripping open the pale fragile skin, it stood up albeit with a stumble, it's pale eyes roaming over to the place where it had heard the noise, the monster shuffled towards the direction where Hermione was now panicky backing up, knocking over cups and plates in the process. The flesh eater lurched forwards, arms hanging out in front of it, ready to grab the fresh moving meat. Hermione shuffled back quickly, hoping that someone would come looking for her soon. As the zombie lunged at her, she jumped back. Knocking a broom over in the process, she moved to take another step back but as she did, she tripped. A soft scream ripped through her throat as she fell down with a soft thud, her head knocking against the dark brown wooden chair, slightly dizzy she did not notice the zombie inching closer to her fallen body, it fell to its knees loudly as it gripped her leg, she tried kicking it away with all her might, a loud, fear-filled scream leaving her lips. Though the zombie did not let go, its grip tight as it bit into her soft flesh. "FLIPENDO!" Suddenly a blue light flew past Hermione, hitting the infected in its bloodied chest. The zombie let go of her leg as it was thrown back onto the floor in a giant heap, "C'mon!" the dark haired, emerald eyed young adult yelled as he pulled his friend up by her underarms. "Accio Hermione's wand!" cried out Harry, catching her wand in a swift movement. He hurriedly helped her towards the exit as the zombie was getting to its feet. After they were out of the grungy bar he hastily closed the exit, warding and locking the door in the process with every spell he knew, Harry then holstered his wand and gently grabbed Hermione, she was sitting on a wooden box, trying to catch her breath and calm down from what had just happened to her. She stood up slowly, dizziness clouding her hazel eyes, "Harry," she cried out, worried. "Help! I-I'm to dizzy." She replied, leaning against the brick wall. In quick haste Harry moved towards his brunette friend hastily, he wrapped his arm around his friend's thin waist as she leaned towards the dark haired man, they stepped through the brick gateway, closing it before they moved on towards madam Pomfrey, "POPPY!" Harry yelled out, panic in his usually calm voice. "HERMIONE'S BEEN ATTACKED!" Many gasps were heard as he picked his friend up, she had fallen over unconscious. The infection was invading her system. Poppy bustled over towards the two briskly, a stretcher following behind her, "Alright deary put her down gently, yes that's it. Now off you go as I inspect the damage."
"But I-" Harry replied but was soon cut off from the strict healer.
"No. You may not stay! Mr. Potter, I assure you I'm a fine healer but I cannot do with distractions! Now off you go! Or I cannot heal the poor girl." She spoke firmly before taking Hermione who was now on the white coat into her tent. She closed the flap and begun her work. After she was done, she opened the flap and seen Harry was still there, waiting. "How is she? Is she alright?!" Harry questioned, rushing towards her in quick haste. "Mr. Potter." Madam Pomfrey replied, annoyance evident in her voice. Though her eyes softened as she seen how the younger man cared for her. "Mrs. Granger had extensive damage on her leg. It seems the thing had bit her, I've tried my best but I do not know if she will survive. But you may take her to her tent for the night. Her fiancé must want to see her." She moved to the side, allowing Harry entrance into her medical tent. He stepped in slowly, eyeing the many beds in the expanded tent. But only one was of use. He ran over to her still form, her chest rising and falling, sweat coating her now sickly pale skin. Harry caressed her cheek softly before picking her sleeping body up, a sob escaped his lips. He didn't want to lose one of his best friends. He didn't want to lose Hermione. He walked out of the tent, tears cascading down his pale cheeks. His grip tightened as he seen the pitying looks the wizarding folks were sending him. He walked towards her and her fiancé, Ronald Weasley's tent; he was standing outside of it, awaiting her arrival. News had spread fast of the attack. Many whom had known her had worried for her health, Harry handed Hermione to his long-time friend gently. The young adult told Ronald about his fiancés health before making his leave. Ron had taken it quite hard but he could do nothing about it. Ron laid her on her bed gently, stroking her brown hair back softly; he laid down with her, kissing her on her cold forehead before he fell into the dark abyss.
The next day was hell for the dark haired man. Ginny and Harry had went to check on Hermione and Ron, Ron was Ginny's older brother and Hermione was a friend he had made in the first year at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, though it was a little rocky at the start. When Harry and Ginny went into the cream colored tent. They were shocked, they didn't know what to do, the infection just started to spread throughout the magical world and they had no idea how to destroy them, they just watched. Hermione was crouched down above Ron, eating what they've figured where Ron's intestines. His bright orange hair now stained crimson, his bottom lip missing, flesh hanging on thin threads as blood cascaded down his sickly pale skin. No doubt done by the bushy haired witch named Hermione. Harry's now infected friend. Ginny screamed, she shouldn't have done that but Harry couldn't stop her. It was too late.
She had caught the attention of the newly turned Hermione. Hermione's head snapped up and she growled, blood was dribbling down her chin and pieces of meat and tissue were between her bloodstained teeth, her once hazel eyes a now dull white with a scarlet sclera.
The inky black haired man tried to save Ginny, He really did. But there wasn't much he could do, he tried to cast the killing curse at it, but it didn't work. Harry suppose looking back, he thought himself an idiot. Of course you can't use a killing curse on something that's already dead.
She tackled Ginevra with a high pitched scream, she grabbed Ginny's pale porcelain arm bit into it, flesh tearing as she revenged into the wound, ingesting the fresh meat. Ginny screamed, tears were trickling down her soft pink cheeks, Harry felt so helpless, he didn't know what to do, he dragged the infected flesh eater off his fiery red haired girlfriend, he held up his wand and pointed it at Hermione's head, he cast a swift Bombarda. Hermione's body slumped to the floor, promises to never rise again. That's when he realized. You need to aim for the head.
He turned towards Ginny quickly, her shaking sobbing figure holding her wounded arm. He couldn't. Harry refused to kill Ginny, not knowing what to do he had gone to her Mother and Father, Molly and Arthur Weasley. He had told them what happened, about Ginny, about Ron.
He couldn't forget their faces, even now. When he told them Ron was dead and Ginny was infected.
Molly had her head buried in her hands. Harry and Arthur could tell she was trying not to cry, trying not to wail at the loss of her two youngest. He only daughter. . . Her darling baby girl. Her slightly greasy red hair flowing with the wind, Harry rest his hand on her burly shoulder firmly and squeezed in what he had hoped was a comforting way.
Arthur, being head of the house, tried to be strong. But he couldn't. He cried openly. He cried for the loss of his children, Ron and Ginny, Ginny might as well be dead, she would be soon.
Harry had confided into them that he couldn't kill her. He refused. They countered and said that they didn't know how to put the dead to rest.
And that's when Harry looked down at his adoptive parents, a sad yet determined glint in his bright emerald eyes, he told them exactly how to put them to rest, so they don't come back to life.
Destroy the brain.
They had nodded sorely and left. Harry had already said his goodbye's to his beloved girlfriend and long-time partner. He didn't want to impose, so he let them be until the end. Ginny was pale, deathly so. Her once beautiful brown eyes were now dull and full of pain. She looked to her mum, her lips were moving, she was too far to hear, but Harry seen, he seen what she said.
Kill Me.
She didn't want to live through this, she didn't want her last bit of life like this, she wanted to die peaceful, not a flesh eater.
Her ginger haired mother pulled out her wand, the lithe dark haired man knew that was his cue to leave. And leave he did. He turned around and left the tent swiftly. Harry refused to see the execution of his girlfriend. He couldn't see this.
Harry walked into another tent. He knew these people were very well off once. But not anymore, these people were the Malfoy's. But since the Muggle epidemic, everyone changed, including them. They no longer thought themselves high and mighty, they knew they were like the rest of the other survivors now, money didn't matter anymore, they knew. They opened there tent to quite a few people.
Severus Snape. Dean Thomas. the Creevey brothers. Remus and Tonks.
Remus and Tonks were expecting at one point but had a miscarriage do to stress. Harry knew that what he thought was horrible. To think it was better for the child to stay dead then to be born. It wasn't right to bring a child into a world like this, he or she could die at any moment, and Harry knew that he couldn't handle a child dying before his very eyes. All the survivors were camped out on Hogwarts grounds, Hogwarts herself was full. Harry heard a scream. It seemed Hermione had gotten someone else before she went back to Ron. It was Lavender Brown, she was seizing on the ground, her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and they crowded around her, holding her head and legs down. Harry had warned them to let her go and kill the brain but they didn't listen. Nobody ever listens now a day's.
Lavender's eye's closed and she stilled, the emerald eyed man panicked, he yelled at them to get away but yet again, they didn't listen. Her eyes snapped open, but instead of a soft sky blue, the iris had disappeared, making her once beautiful blue eyes, white. She groaned and grabbed onto the guy's head, bringing him closer to her waiting mouth, Harry didn't see what happened next. He was running to his friends and families tents to warn them, he had to get the uninfected into Hogwarts and close down the school. Harry hurriedly told them that there was no time to pack, to get what they need and go, he told them how to kill the flesh eaters and ran back into the field. It was chaos. Everyone was screaming. Harry aimed at Lavender's head shot Bombarda, she fell to her knees slowly and begun to fall to the floor, blood oozing out of her gaping wound. Harry looked down at the now turning walker; he was whimpering in obvious agony, he pleaded for death. For if he lived through this your soul does not cross over. Harry blinked thinking if he should or not. If this should be they man's punishment for not listening to him when he said to destroy the brain. In the end he nodded; Harry looked away and cast the spell. When he had gotten his act together enough to look up, everyone was running, packing, trampling. Harry cast the Amplifying charm, Sonorus on himself as he watched the panicked wizards and witches fighting about for a specific item. He yelled stop, they froze. Harry cleared his throat and told them to make a single filed line so he could question and examine. They, in all there idiocy asked why.
Harry rolled his eyes in irritation but told them nonetheless. It was to make sure that they weren't infected; He had told them that he would be dosing them with Veritaserum to make sure they would tell the truth. They didn't like that.
Harry was beginning to get ill-tempered. He let some of his magic escape and glared at those whom disagreed. He had told them that he didn't in fact care if they were Dark, or a murderer. For Merlin's sake, they had Voldemort in the bloody Hogwarts castle and they were worried about secrets? They winced when they realized they were being childish and idiotic. Harry, though annoyed, couldn't agree more.
So they had lined up. Those who didn't, Harry, with no mercy sent away to survive on their own. Very few survivors looked both shocked and appalled, the once Gryffindor reminded them that they did veritably have younger children in Hogwarts and they couldn't risk a breakout. They hesitantly agreed. So Harry dosed them, questioned them, examined them and deemed fit to either let them pass or stay outside. Most had made it in, but some were not so lucky, they had been contaminated, mostly the people who had been around Lavender. Her blood had fallen into their mouths or eyes or open wounds, Harry or the other survivors couldn't take the chance of them being uncontaminated. Not with the children around.
Harry, Severus Snape, Minevra McGonagall and Tom Riddle had sealed Hogwarts shut; could feel the castle hum as the massive amount of magic jumped all over the walls. Harry sighed heavily. Why did they crow have to come through?
It had doomed them all.
