AN: I do not own The Walking Dead or Harry Potter. Both names are the original property of their respective owners.
Chapter One: Change of Plans
"Where do you think you're going boy?" Harry sighed as he heard the rumbling voice of his uncle. "I'm seventeen now and you're can't do anything because I'm leaving. I'm legal age." His uncle just laughed cruelly. " Where will you go? Who will take you in? Those freaks you hang around with?" Harry ground his teeth and grumbled, "It's none of your business."
Harry trudged upstairs, thinking of his planned getaway with his two best friends. A small smile lit up his face at the thought of them. "Pig should be here soon", Harry muttered to himself, "then it's off to wherever." Harry, Ron and Hermione had this trip planned out from the beginning. He didn't want to but last year Dumbledore told him to go into hiding and McGonagall and the Ministry insisted as well.
So off he goes to America and hopefully there's no dark wizards there to ruin everything.
Just then, sound echoed across the room with a loud *THUMP*. And Harry looked up to see a dazed Pigwidgeon sitting on the window sill. Harry rushed to the window and threw it open and the owl hopped in and landed on Hedwig's cage with a note tied to his foot. But when Harry tried to grab the letter, Pig jumped out of the way and hooted happily.
"Come here, Pig, we don't have time for this!" Harry growled. Pig then hooted again and settled, allowing Harry to take the letter.
Harry,
Sorry the post took so long mate, but Pig was kicking up a fuss about this trip. Hermione's here too and where on our way to come and get you soon. Sorry about such a short letter, but we can't risk this falling in to the wrong hands. We'll talk once we meet up.
Cheers, Ron and Hermione
Harry smiled even more. 'It won't take them long to get here so I'll keep Pig comfortable' Funny how that works out. Harry spent the next twenty minutes trying to catch the flying fuzzball and when he finally caught him, the doorbell rang.
Harry then stuffed Pigwidgeon into his cage and ran down the stairs two steps at a time and met his uncle at the door. Vernon glared at him and shuffled away and when he opened the door, his hair was covered in a mass of brown, curly hair.
"Oof!" "Let the man breathe, Hermione. You'll kill him before You-Know-Who does." Harry looked past her mane to see his tall, red-haired, freckled, and gangly friend. "Harry we got a slight change of plan." Harry looked around and saw a mass of long red hair and when she turned, his emerald eyes found those, deep chocolate brown ones and felt his heartbeat speed up.