AN: Sorry for staying away for so long dear readers. If you will recall, in my last fic I refrenced that my friend suggested that I do a Harry Potter/Walking Dead crossover. To which I said "You are crazy!" Apparently my muse and my bff have the same sense of humor. Rated T for now but I might have to change it to M if it gets too dark or messy. So here we go...as always reviews are appreciated.

Georgia Magic

Heat radiated from the road like ripples breaking the surface of a still pond. Vegetation oozed through the cracks of the asphalt as nature reclaimed the abandoned highway for its own. She leaned/sat on the bumper of a minivan and stared intently at the back of her hand. Her sweat soaked clothing clung to her small frame as she contemplated if she had ever in her life sweated on the back of her hands. The weather in England almost never reached the triple digit sauna that is Georgia in the summer. After resting for a moment, she push herself away from the bumper and started walking again. Maybe it was the heat, or how long she had been walking down this never ending road, but she didn't hear the walker as it pulled itself from the car behind her. It was like some unholy fairy tale where the princess had unintentionally woken the creature from its undead slumber. The walker shuffled behind her, and as it approached it rattled a sound somewhere between a moan and a hiss. She turned around and reached for her boot knife. The walker was closing in on her as she stood to face the creature. She squared herself and plunged the knife into its dead white eye. She removed her knife from the now hollow eye socket and watched as it fell lifeless to the ground. It was then that she felt the clammy hand wrap around her arm from behind. Eyes wide, she turned to face her attacker. Gray skin and milky, soulless eyes meet her hazel ones. She lifted her arm to strike, but her body was weaker then she realized, and the boot knife slid out of her fingers and bounced under the car next to her. She took a deep breath and shoved the walker with all her remaining strength. It fell to the ground, but that would not dissuade the creature for long. She dropped to her stomach and frantically crawled under the car to retrieve the knife. She stretched her arm out and felt her fingers lightly brushing the metal hilt. The tugging on her ankle told her that it was back. She kicked at the creature and dragged her knife out with her. Rolling over, she found herself pinned to the road under the weight of the walker. Its clammy hands holding down her shoulders, the remnants of what was once a three piece suit hanging in shards around his rotting arms. She tried to overpower it, but found that she had no strength left. There were many times in her young life when she had faced death; but she would never have predicted that it would all end with her being eaten alive. The scent of rotten meat and sulfur filled her nostrils as she closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable. That was when she heard the soft thunk and felt wetness on her face. She opened her eyes to find the walker slumped over her shoulder with something protruding from its skull.

"You just gonna lay there?"

She tilted her head back to locate the owner of the voice that she was hearing. Also to confirm that there was someone actually behind her and she was not having some elaborate hallucination. His body was blocking out the sun, but she could make out that it was a man.

"Could I get some help? I'm a bit stuck at the moment."

He reached down and tossed the body off of hers and reached out his hand to help her up. She placed her hand in his and was struck by how ruff and weathered his skin is. Once she is upright, she gets a better look at her rescuer. Right around 6 foot tall and 13 to 15 stones, his muscular arms are exposed in his button up flannel shirt that had the sleeves forcibly removed. Gray work pants with one knee exposed and a rip in the other knee that extends to mid-calf with black military style boots finishing off the ensemble. Sandy blond hair hangs over his dark blue eyes and she draws in a slow breath and wonders briefly if she really is hallucinating.

"Daryl"

Her head tilts. "I'm sorry?"

He points to his chest "Daryl; you got a name?"

She shakes her head and extends her hand. "Of course, I'm so sorry. I'm Hermione; Hermione Granger."

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Beth climbed out of the water and began to dry off. She was almost dressed when she heard a whistle. She looked up to see her sister grinning at her from the top of the slope that leads to the water's edge. She rolled her eyes.

"Perve"

"Come on girl, we don't have time for beauty...we gotta keep moving."

"Yea well this isn't beauty, it's about ensuring that we don't smell worse than the walkers. You should get down here too, unless you're trying to trick the walkers so you can walk around them."

The two woman walked side by side toward there campsite.

"Very funny, that earns you babysitting duty. Go fetch the ginger."

"Oh come on, it can't be my turn yet. I just watched him last night."

Maggie gave her a pirate smile. "That's what happens when you get mouthy. Now go."

Beth sighed, there was no point in arguing. Maggie was doing it just to annoy her. Beth was pretty immune to loss and she had a few boyfriends die; but after losing her father she was determined not to form attachments to anyone. She was for her sister and anyone from the original group that they might encounter...but no outsiders were allowed in. They had found him a few weeks ago and he was in pretty bad shape, but they were able to nurse him back to health and he had proven to be useful. However, there was something off about him. It was like he was the only one in a photo that was out of focus. She could never put her finger on it, but it made her fidgety around him. His British accent and good looks really didn't help matters either.

She walked to the log pile and found him adding to the pile. She chuckled to herself as she watched him. His bare arms were so pale, she would swear that he glowed in the dark. The Georgia sun had only managed to reveal more freckles, but Beth was pretty sure that if his freckles held hands he would have a killer tan. He pulled off his baseball cap and wiped his brow, revealing his copper red hair. He looked her way and she waved to him as she walked over. Beth stared at her feet as she walked over; his blue eyes were intense and she found it hard to hold his gaze.

"Hey, Maggie is rounding us up, she is ready to pull up camp at first light so make sure your stuff is pack and ready to go."

He nodded and headed back towards the camp with a few logs for the fire tonight. Maggie was already loading up the SUV when they arrived.

"Hey ginger; get on that fire please. I'd like to eat this year."

His eyes narrowed. "Ron. For the one hundredth time my name is Ron."

"Less yapping, more fire."

Ron turned to the fire pit and muttered under his breath; "Whatever you say Ellie May."

Beth snorted and Ron turned to her and smiled. She hated it when he smiled.

"You heard my sister, get to it." With that Beth walked to her tent and made sure that everything was packed. Unable to help herself, she unzipped on bag and pulled out a bible. It was the bible that her father found in the prison. She had thrown it into her bag the day they ran. He gave it to her before he left that morning. She held the book to her face and inhaled the scent. It had been several months, but her father's murder was a wound that refused to heal. She gently placed it back into her bag and wiped the tears from her cheek.

Ron stood over the fire pit and waited until he was sure that the girls were not paying attention. He leaned closed to the fire pit and took his wand out of his boot.

"Incendio" He whispered and pointed the wand at the logs. They immediately began to burn and he tucked his wand back into his boot before standing up.

"Are you some kind of magician?"

Ron jumped slightly as he turned to Maggie.

"You make a fire licitly split; but I never see you use matches or a lighter. You must have some kind of magical fire voodoo."

"Didn't I tell you? I'm a warlock. I just pointed my wand at the logs and..poof...fire."

Maggie shook her head. "Smart ass."

Ron gave her a weak smile. He liked the girls a lot; they had saved his life the day they found him. However he couldn't risk telling them the truth. It was just too dangerous. She walked back to the SUV and got the large pot ready to warm there meal. They found an abandoned delivery truck with several cans of Spaghetti-O's in the back. They weren't the most awesome meal, but it was better than going hungry. Once there meal was heating went to double check his bag. Why the hell Harry had sent him here was still a mystery. He was searching for something, but he was not sure what. I could be an object or a person, the only thing that Ron knew for certain was that if he was successful; they could reverse the cures and the dead would stay dead. Harry assured him that "he would know it once he found it" but Ron was having no such luck and he was starting to get frustrated. The fact that he was separated from Hermione did nothing to improve his mood. He would have to keep looking for her and hope for the best.