A/N: This story follows the timeline of The Walking Dead series just slightly exaggerated at certain points. There are parts of Merles speech that has been copied from the original script, simply because i like how crass the man is. This might happen with a few other characters. This is after Sirius dies in the ministry, where Voldemort is ultimately killed.

NOTE: I do NOT own Harry Potter or it's characters. I do NOT own The Walking Dead or it's characters. I ONLY own the plot to this story.
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Harry hid himself behind crates that had been left out, as a small herd of inferi passed by him. He knew that he could have used a disillusionment charm, but he didn't want to risk being noticed by what could remain of the wizarding governments. Those that caught him could just portkey him back to Britain, and then he'd be trapped, he never wanted to go back to Britain. It wasn't like anything or anyone was there waiting for him, Sirius had died near the end of last term, during the battle of the ministry. None of his friends had spoken to him since the incident. He wasn't sure what hurt more, the fact that Sirius had died or no longer having any kind of family? Once the last of the stragglers passed by him, Harry darted from his hiding spot and into the store across from him.

He sorely needed supplies, otherwise he'd never venture so far into a dead city. Everything he'd packed before running away had been used three weeks ago. The store was dark and silent, but the teen refused to use the flashlight he'd found. Finding the canned foods turned out to be relatively easy, but packing them into his bottomless bag was trickier. He didn't want to break the few potions he had left. As he was packing what food he could grab, Harry realized that he should probably try to find the nearest magical community. Though he was mostly certain the magical world has fallen, they would have precious potions, ingredients and books that could prove life saving.

Just as Harry placed the last can of food in the bag, he heard the shops door open and a flashlight turn on. He debated with himself about casting a notice-me-not charm before slowly creeping away from the food isle. He didn't want to get caught by survivors, especially when they could be hostile, but he didn't want to risk using magic for something he could do naturally. The teen had run across a few groups like that, those that abused others, he shuddered.

"Remember Glen, food first and then medical supplies." A male voice murmured as it passed by Harry.

Harry froze as the new person looked around the store, before quietly but quickly making his way to the pharmacy. He wouldn't be able to take everything, not with another person in the store. But he grabbed a few boxes of bandages, gauze, cleaning fluids and ointments. Perhaps he'd come back and look through the pharmaceuticals, but not now. The voice moving in his direction froze him. Not trusting that the unknown person would remain unaware of him, he slowly made his way to the front of the shop.

"Bit silent here, kind of creepy actually." The man spoke again.

The ravenette wanted to curse the other man for making any sort of noise. Didn't they know that noise meant death? Obviously the boy new there were other survivors, but it had been at least a month since the last time he interacted with anyone else. But this guy was obviously delusional, everyone that survived knows that noise will bring the inferi, which means death. People never really changed, he mused, they got in a rut and didn't expect anything to go wrong.

The teen waited until the asian guy had left before leaving the store as well. Even though he had the notice-me-not charm on, he moved as silently as possible otherwise it could drop. But he followed the skilled scavenger through the dead city, following him into stores and through alleys as the man navigated from memory. He was able to grab a few things from each store that they visited, but not as much as he'd like. When Harry finally caught up to the man again, he was leaning against the side of a car eating, looking in his direction. Harry froze for a moment, he noticed that the man was looking at the street ahead in disappointment. It shouldn't have been possible for a muggle to know he'd been followed, unless the person had a strong sense of their surroundings. Being a scavenger in a dead city might have honed the guys senses.

"Dude, I totally thought someone had been following me all day. Good thing the others aren't here, I'd never hear the end of it. I'm getting paranoid." The asian man sighed, scratching his head in confusion.

Harry stayed near the corner of the building, he wondered why the man was waiting for him. He shook himself vaguely remembering to check his surroundings, he tossed a few rocks in the Asians direction. When the man spun in his direction with weapons raised, Harry had to lock his legs as his instincts screamed for him to run.

"Holy Shit! Your a kid!" The asian murmured as he lowered his weapons.

Harry shot him a partial glare before holding his finger to his mouth and shook his head to signal 'no noise'.

The scavenger just stared at him for a moment before speaking again. "Hey kid, What are you doing out here? Are you alone?"

Harry sighed, 'This imbecile is gonna get himself killed.' Stepping out from behind the wall, Harry leveled the newcomer with his best glare, before repeating the gesture for 'no noise'. If the man still didn't listen he'd just leave, possible human interaction or not. Nothing was worth dying for these days. While the asian seemed lost in thought, Harry took in their surroundings, his instincts always tense and waiting. He spotted two inferi headed their way, he silently notched an arrow into his boy before letting it loose, repeating the action as quietly but quickly as he could. The sound of the two inferi hitting the ground pulled the guy from his thoughts.

Harry retrieved his arrows, and motioned for the man to follow behind him. They really needed to talk, but Harry wouldn't speak out in the open. Their trip was rather silent as Harry led the scavenger into a bunk he'd created a few weeks ago. He shoved the man inside even as he protested. The teen locked the door behind him, before turning on a lamp that sat beside the door. .

"Why are we here? What are you doing? I need to get back to my group." the guy rambled.

He reminded Harry of a pizza delivery guy, someone who could easily navigate and survive, even flourish in this new world. The asian seemed to be the best scavenger that he'd ever seen. But that wasn't saying much, seeing as he hasn't seen another person in a month, and isolation wasn't good for people. Harry shrugged at the man as he peeled the tape away from his mouth. He stretched his jaw a few times and sighed, before summoning his best glare.

"What the bloody hell do you yanks think you are doing?!"