World Crisis
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Note: This is a horror fanfic, there will be a lot of descriptive horror scenes
anyone offended by horror should leave immediately. Mature audiences
only. This is a crossover between the whole Zombie horror genre, with
Harry Potter. Yes, this sounds weird, but in my mind it seems really
good.
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Chapter 1
The hot summer's sunshine illuminated Harry's drapes this typical summer's day in Surrey. Laying back on his bed he allowed the sweet feeling of relaxation sweep over him.
This is the first day in weeks that Harry has had off since his departure of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the Dursleys being the lovely caring relatives they were forced Harry into slave labour tending to countless chores and tasks of keeping their house presentable. Aunt Petunia was particularly fussy about the way he cleaned, polished or even handled her furniture and delicate porcelain. Just when we seemed to get to that special spot to drift into a warm cozy sleep...
"Harry, Harry!" yelled Uncle Vernon from downstairs
Harry frowned and opened his eyes reluctantly
"Yes?" Harry yelled
"Phone - its your - teacher" Uncle Vernon seemed to be shaking, with fear or anger, Harry could not tell.
Harry hurried down the stairs, and picked up the receiver.
"Hello?" he said
"Harry, its Mr Weasley - we're coming to get you" said the voice for the other end "Its urgent - there's things happening"
"Voldemort?" Harry asked
"No, worse, I think" said Mr Weasley
Harry stopped to think for a moment, What could be worse than Voldemort? He got interrupted by Mr Weasley continuing his sentence.
"I think - its the muggles, they've tampered with something - genetical or viral you know like Biological weapons and these some kind of outbreak" said Mr Weasley
"All the Witches and Wizards in the Great Britian area have been told to meet at Hogwarts" he added
"Okay"
"Harry, be ready"
"Okay" Harry placed down the phone cutting the call. "Uncle Vernon, they're coming to get me and -"
Harry stared at the television a picture of a cannibalised face was shown on the screen, all the Dursleys mouths were closed and they were watching the screen intently.
The picture then changed as the news reporters came into view.
"Uncle Vernon" Harry asked again
"Yes, Harry, go, we'll see you in July" he replied, his voice was unconvincing.
Harry ran upstairs, packed his trunk as fast as he could. Once he'd finished he sat down.
'Was that news report about what Moody was talking about something worse than Voldemort?' he thought.
A crash sounded down the road, he looked out his window to see many people running around filling up their cars, and driving away.
"What is going on?" he asked himself
He looked up, several figures were coming flying towards him, no doubt its Moody and the rest of the Order taking him to Sirius' place.
Sirius - he took a moment to remember what happened last year.
He shook his head, grabbed his firebolt out of the warddrobe and ran downstairs with his heavy trunk.
He ran to the lounge to say goodbye to the Dursleys, they still were glued to the television, massive words we printed on the screen.
"Emergency Broadcasting Message following"
There came a knock of the door
"Goodbye" said Harry, for once in his life he felt sorry for the Dursleys been left alone with this - outbreak.
Harry ran to the front door and opened it, there stood Mad-eye, Tonks, Lupin and three other members of the Order he never really met.
Harry opened his mouth to speak.
"Sorry Harry, he have to go, its very urgent"
The Order mounted their brooms, Tonks and Mad-eye took off, then Harry and the others trailed.