A World Taken Over

Summery: AU mostly. Harry Potter loses his memory at the age of fourteen. Starting out a new life as a Muggle, he joins the royal guard. This was all he knew as until his past catches up to him. Not to mention a zombie apocalypse. Follow Harry as he regains his memory and tries to survive.

Disclaimer: I do not own the world of Harry Potter.


Chapter one: The Military

Harry looked at himself in the mirror. He let the water drip down his face as he got lost in his thoughts. He was twenty-two years old and all he knew was his military lifestyle. Ever since Harry got out of high school he recruited into the guard. He never really had a life goal, he just wanted to get things done. This seemed one of the more logical ways to go after what happened.

Harry Potter had lost his memory when he was fourteen. Never once had anyone tried to reach him. It wouldn't matter anyway, he didn't remember anyone or thing. All he remembered was laying in a hospital. The doctors had telling him that he had been savagely beaten. By who, the never found out. The only key he had to his past was his lightning scar on his forehead… and a necklace that said "To Harry Potter: Never Forget. Remember Me. Always yours."

He lived normally as he tried after that. Harry had got emancipated right after his hospital visit. He consider he rather live alone since he didn't know anyone he could stay with. It was then that he started high school and began his military career.

He stared at his hands. Turning them over and over, he slightly traced the scars on his skin. His life as a private had been a challenge. Once he signed his name on the dotted line, Harry's life was signed over. They trained him to be a killing machine.

Harry sighed and started to shave his beard that was starting to grow. When would he get out? He thought never. This was his life after all.

'Well, I got to quit sulking. Almost time to move out.' Harry thought as he threw on his gear.

Just as Harry was changing, a loud alarm sounded. Quickly lacing up his boots, he ran outside to the main courtyard. All he saw was chaos in an orderly fashion. Harry looked around and saw squad members throughout the yard. They were all yelling orders and pointing to the bulking military caravans.

Running to the weapons station, he grabbed his rifle. He looked at the man handing everyone weapons. Something wasn't right. This man was usually the calm, collected type, but here he was now running rampant up and down the weapons collection.

"Jay! What's going on?" Harry practically yelled as he pushed his way through the crowd of private officers.

Jay Hillard looked up at Harry. The African-American man was lean in size and tall. His stature had made many cadets afraid of him at first. Though Jay wasn't a hard ass, he did have a temper. Harry had been on the receiving end of it several times. He was only mutual friends with Jay, but he knew he needed some answers.

"I'm not sure. They say a virus let out in the city and people are starting to act violent. Your squad leader should know more. I suggest you get to him."

Harry nodded and jogged out to his leader. He saw many familiar faces he worked with in his group. These were the people he grew up with. These were the people who protected him when they went out into the battlefield.

"Alright!" A loud, booming voice yelled. "We're going out into the city. The people you encounter will be violent and deadly. Lethal force has been authorized. Shoot to kill, these damn things don't go down with one shot."

'What the hell is going on?' Harry thought. He never heard of lethal force being used in the cites.

There squad leader looked at all of them and said, "Citizens are also out there. Get them to the safe zone. Everyone move out!"

Harrys squad was loaded up and rolling towards the streets of London. It seemed like the longest ride of his life. He could feel his heart pounding on his chest. Harry pulled out the locket from underneath his shirt and looked at it. He noticed something he hadn't when he first looked at it. Harry rubbed his finger under "Always yours." A name was slowly appearing. He could barley see what it was. Harry was focusing so hard that he didn't notice they were there.

"Harry!" a voice called, "Get out of the van now!"

Harry jumped out and lifted his gun up. He almost froze at what he saw. Mindless humans, grabbing onto others and ripping there flesh apart. The screams he heard would fill his nightmares. That was if he could ever sleep again.

He ran to the barriers, crouching. Harry lifted his M16 rifle and leaned into his scope. Picking out one of the mindless creatures, he made sure there head was in his line of fire. Squeezing the trigger, the bullet ripped through the creatures brain.

Harry looked back to see the squads being over run. They pushed forward, shooting almost anything in site. This was doing no good. There was way to many of them.

"Sergeant, watch out!" one of the privates yelled as he saw the walker.

It was too late. Harry watched in horror as his sergeant was torn apart. The walker grabbed the sergeant and bit down into his neck. His teeth punctured flesh as the creature ate away at him. Red would be the color to describe the scene.

Harry recovered and fired two shots. He knew this was a worse fate and wouldn't let the man be tortured.

"We're getting out of here! Save yourselves!" one of the newbie recruits yelled. It seemed that most of them were thinking the same thing as they scattered away into groups.

'Fools!' Harry thought as he stood by himself. He took a quick scan of the area. No way could he run forwards or backwards. His two options were the alley way next to a bar or the fire escape which lead to rooftops.

Quickly, he ran towards the alleyway. It seemed least of the flesh eaters were going there. Harry laid his back flat against the alleyways wall. Looking around, he noticed a giant hole in the wall. Placing his gun up to eye range, he slowly walked into the hole.

A groan came from his left and he swung around. Just as he was about to fire off a shot, a red beam of light buzzed past him. Harrys military skills kicking in, he kicked his feet of the ground and rolled out of the way. He jumped behind a stores wall. Harry lifted his gun up to where the light had been fired off from.

"If you're friendly, I suggest you put your weapon down." Harry called out, "I'm authorized to use lethal force!"

He heard rustling in the building. Harry focused on it and figured out at least three people were in the building.

"I suggest you put your weapon down!" A female voice yelled out at him, "We don't know if you're one of those bloody things!"

Harry cocked his head. The voice sounded strangely familiar to him. He put his eye to the scope and looked for the voice. He saw someone crouching behind a table. They were female and from the looks of it this person had pink hair.

"I'm not one of those things. I'm apart of the royal guard and I'm just trying to find a way out of here."

The pink haired person walked through the stores double doors. She had her arms up in the air and had a weird looking stick in her hand. One thing Harry noticed about her was that she wasn't wearing normal looking clothing. They almost looked like bath robes. The said girl looked at him. Oddly, she knew where he had been crouching.

"I promise not to hurt you, if you promise not to hurt me. Now come out, weapon in the air." the pink-haired women yelled. He noticed her face was heart-shaped.

Harrys eye left the scope and stood up. With his gun in the air, he walked towards her. He saw her eyes widen as he got closer. This was really making him uncomfortable, especially with walkers just around the alley.

"Har.. Harry?" the women nearly shouted till Harrys hand went to her mouth.

"Quite! You'll alert the rest of them with your shouting. Now do you have anywhere safe to hide out?" Harry calmly said. On the inside though, he wondered how she knew his name.

Nodding she dragged him to the boarded up store. By the looks of her, he felt like she somehow knew him.

Harry looked around and saw the other two people he knew were here. One had a slight bushiness of the hair, though it seemed the girl had got some tame to it. He couldn't help but look at her up and down. Her figure was average and her skin had the faintest of tans. Her brown hair draped over her shoulders as it contrasted with her hazel eyes. She was beautiful.

He looked at the other girl. She was just as gorgeous. Her raven hair laid flat against her, rounded her face as it came down. Her eyes were what had striked him. Violet, the were violet. He had never seen such eyes. On her they seemed perfect with her slightly pale skin.

Harry coughed as his hands rested against his gun. "So uh, I'm.."

"Harry.." they both whispered.

He once again felt uncomfortable. "How do you know my name?"

The heart-shaped face girl just walked in. He looked her over. Her short pink hair had came to her shoulders and it popped out the silver in her eyes. She was taller then the two girls. Her face looked more mature then the two also. She had seen war. Harry could tell by her eyes. He had that same look after all.

"I think you should sit first, Harry." the women told him. "My name is Tonks by the way."

He nodded at her and sat next to the brown haired girl. Harry noticed she stiffed as he sat down.

"Are we safe here?" He asked the older women.

She nodded her head. "They can't get in here. At least not for awhile they can't."

"Now can someone please tell me how everyone here knows my name?" He was getting frustrated already.

The three girls looked at each other. The raven haired girl spoke up this time, "You don't know who we are… do you?"

Harry looked straight into her eyes. Emerald piercing violet. He shook his head saying, "I've never met any of you before."

The girl next to him turned her head away. Harry wondered why she couldn't get up the nerve to look at him. This whole situation seemed odd.

"I knew it." the raven haired girl said. "My name is Daphne Greengrass by the way."

Harry shifted positions. "Daphne, can you tell me then?"

"We're your friends Harry. You're from this world. We.. Tried looking for you. It just seemed like you disappeared from our heads though. It wasn't tell a few months ago that we found out that we had been brain washed." Daphne said. Her tone being very particular.

"What do you mean? From this world? And brainwashed?" Harry said, he was full of questions.

"This, right here." Tonks waved her hand all around them. "Is the wizarding world and right now we are in some deep shite."

Daphne looked at Harry and said evenly, "We were brain washed by one of the greatest wizards of this world. An evil man. Someone who.. Was trying to take you away from us."

This was to much for him. There was just no way that he was from some other world. This just couldn't be.

"Look I appreciate all this, but how do I even know what your telling me is the truth?"

The person then next to him finally looked at him. Harry turned to her as he said the last word he would say as Harry Potter, the soldier.

"Hermione…" he then fainted.


A/N: Hello! This is my new story. I thought I'd do something new that I haven't seen in many Potter AU fics. Let me know what you think!

This also might lead into a tasteful Harry/Multi fic. I would also like your opinions on that. Until next time, PopePatine is out.