Chapter 1: Prologue

June 23, 195 A.C.

My name is Harry James Potter and I've never kept a journal or anything like that, but I figured that with the end of the world and civilization as we know it, it might be a good idea to start. We stopped at an office supply store and I found this big box of journals so I won't have to ever worry about not having materials (found a box of pens too - really nice ones that I am definitely keeping away from uncle Vernon). Who knows, maybe someday someone will find these journals and compose them all into the first history book of this New World; or these journals may just be the history books for this New World.

I suppose I should go back to the beginning, just a bit. Now let me see... Well I guess you could say it all started sometime around February. A new illness broke out among the wizards (yes there is such a thing magic - gasp!) that, from what I had read (take that Hermione), acted a bit like the Black Death back in 1348-1350 CE (or AD for those who maybe reading this that are more familiar with that term) - just without the sores. It started with a cough, then a chill and pretty soon those infected were bedridden with cold sweats, vomiting and aches.

They just deteriorated and got worse and worse until finally, they died from the fervor induced organ failure and infection.

Then they came back.

St. Mungo's - the only wizarding hospital - was soon overrun and the Ministry of Magic (I wonder if that will still exist after civilization is reestablished) moved the sick, dead and dyeing to a remote location. A lot of people who were at St. Mungo's were infected pretty fast thanks to bites from the corpses which was the Ministry moved them. It had worked for a while, until the zombies somehow escaped and migrated into non-infected populations.

Then the muggles started getting sick - and turning.

I had heard we were in a war, but I never really saw anything. I wonder if that's good or bad. I saw the soldiers and a couple of Mobile Suites, but for the most part the war was fought in space as far as I know. But then in March, Suites came to Earth. Gundams I think they called them. I don't know which side they were on; probably their own. Again I don't know if that was good or bad.

They were here for only a short time before everything went to Hell; only about a week I think.

From there other catastrophes surfaced, one after the other, like a domino effect. Power plants melted down, either acid rain or no rain, Earthquakes and severe weather. The land became a desolate wasteland of dead grass and trees, sickly vegetation and dust filled air.

With all the devastation spreading like a wild fire; sudden, fast and uncontrollable with awesome results, it's no wonder that in only three and a half months the entire human population around the world had dropped to only 30% - alive. The Earth looks like something out of a muggle apocalypse horror movie which I guess is kind of what this is, only real. And now, We're all just trying to survive and re-learn how to live in this new, hostile world.

There haven't been anymore attacks - that I've heard of - so I guess that means the war is over? I can't really blame the Colonies for backing off so suddenly and peacefully. Who would want a planet full of zombies, no food and a potentially toxic atmosphere?

Other then he rotting, festering, flesh-eating zombies, I don't know what other horrors are waiting for us out there (because I know there are), but as we continue to move on, looking for a place to settle, there is a risk of finding out (there always is).

I just hope I can handle whatever those horrors are.

... ... ...

Dudley is throwing one of his infamous tantrums. He had just realized that today is his birthday, he was sixteen years old and there wasn't any cake or presents. I can't believe that he can still act like a toddler and zero in on unimportant things like cake and presents when they were trying to survive the apocalypse!

Aunt Petunia is trying to calm him down by promising him they would find a cake in the next town we stopped in and that he could have anything he wanted - as long as it fit in the car without taking up room for us.

Is my family really that stupid? Don't they see that only the essentials should be kept if they want to see tomorrow? At least until we find a permanent settlement to call home anyway. Knowing Dudley, he'd find a big screen telly or some such item and have his father cram it into the boot to take with them. What does he expect to do with a telly when there is no power?

I don't what to fill up an entire page talking about the Durselys so I think I'll end my entry on the subject right here.

... ... ...

We met some new people today. There are six of them, five adults and one kid a few months older than me. His name's Quatre and he's a little on the quiet side, but friendly enough.

It's nice to have someone to have intelligent conversations with. If I have to listen to Dudley whine about his programs anymore, I don't care if my uncle kills me, I. Will. Hex! Him. It's been almost two months now since the power gave out; get over it!

Well, it's late and I really should get some rest. We're running low on supplies again and I'm the one that's going to go risk his life finding more. Maybe I could ask Quatre or one of the adults he came with if they wouldn't mind coming with me this time?

Until the next entry.

A/N: I just wrote this today (10/4/13) and I have very little clue as to where this story is going to go. Eventually they will find a spot to settle down and build a village and re-start society, but I want a bit of action before then. So if you like this story and have any ideas as to what could happen, leave me a review and I'll about adding them into this story. So you, for a smidgen, are in control of what happens next. And if anyone wants to Beta this, contact me via PM.

A/N2: I just spell checked on Fanfiction, so no more spelling mistakes.

Slash.