Harry Potter/The Walking Dead crossover - Dixon's witch
A/N So this is my very first fanfiction ever! This was actually inspired by my best friend who sent me a message on facebook saying that she really wants to read a Harry Potter / The Walking Dead crossover so I thought why not write one. Please note that English is not my native language, so there may be some grammar/spelling mistakes.
It had been five years since the end of the last Wizard War and way too long since the beginning of the zombie apocalypse. Harry, Hermione and the Weasley family were wandering through the forests of Georgia. Arthur, Bill and Fleur were walking behind the group and making sure that no geeks managed to surprise them whilst Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione were leading the group forward.
"The only logical thing to do is to stay here in the forest, make a camp and put some protection spells", Hermione said.
"Oh yeah, and what about food? And water?" Ron argued. "Besides, how can you be so sure that the spells can hold geeks back?"
"If they can hold muggles, witches and wizards I'm sure they can hold geeks", Hermione said in her know-it-all tone of voice.
"And if they don't? What do we do then? Harry, back me up here!" Ron said slightly too loud.
"Ron, keep it down. You're attracting geeks towards us. I think we should keep moving, maybe we'll find a shelter or something", Harry said annoyed by his friends' continuous bickering. As he finished his sentence, they all heard some leaves rustling to their left. Everyone raised their wands and pointed them towards the noise. Harry and Ron took a careful step forward. They looked at each other and nodded.
"Levicorpus!" The next thing they saw was a swearing redneck with some squirrels attached to the waistband of his torn jeans.
"Well… That is certainly not a geek", Ron said.
"You don't say", Harry responded.
"Yeah, mate. Not even a geek smells that bad", commented George whilst holding his nose.
"What the hell? Put me down right now or I'll rip you apart bit by bit!" the redneck screamed.
"Yeah, yeah! Just shut up", Harry huffed and allowed the screaming and swearing redneck fall to ground. As soon as he hit the ground, he sprinted towards his crossbow and aimed it at Harry.
"Who the fuck are ya?" he questioned.
"We could ask the same from you", Ginny spoke up.
"I'm Hermione Weasley. This here is Harry and next to him is my husband Ron. That ginger girl behind me is Ginny and next to her is George. There's Molly and Charlie and behind them there's Arthur, Bill and Fleur", Hermione introduced. "Now's your turn."
"Daryl Dixon", the redneck grunted.
"Pleasure to meet you. You wouldn't happen to have a group we could join?" Hermione questioned.
"Might have", Dixon said shifting on his feet uncomfortably. "Just a few questions to all of ya."
"Ask away", Harry said.
"How many walkers have ya killed?"
"I lost count somewhere after 50", George answered.
"How many people you've killed?"
"Merlin's beard, none!" Molly said shocked by such question.
"Why?"
"Why? Why would've we?" Fleur questioned.
"Follow me, I'll lead ya to my group but I warn ya. If ya try anything I'll kill ya", Daryl threatened.