It's darkest before dawn
Summary- Harry finds himself in an all new world, after suffering through a deep betrayal, a betrayal that actually gets him sent away from what had been his home world. But what awaits Harry in this new world? Will he really get a new start, or will he find his history repeating itself? What if things seem even worse for him, is that necessary true? This is a Harry Potter/Walking dead.
Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter or walking dead.
Chapter two
With a slight whimper, because of the pure burning agony he was currently feeling, Harry began to wake up. Only for his eyes to snap wide when he remembered just what had happened before he had passed out. To be more specific he remembered just what had been planned for him before he made one last despite attempt at freedom, which had caused him the black out.
A sudden loud beeping sound jerked Harry away from the panic he was about to give in to as he began to think of what could have happened while he had been knocked out. A beeping sound that was piercing and annoying and seemed to be coming just from the right of him. Causing Harry to look over where the sound was coming from, only to be confused when he saw the sound was coming from what he knew to be a muggle machine that usually was found in a hospital.
This confusion only grew when he saw a nurse coming rushing in from a door he had just noticed the second it opened. A nurse who upon seeing that Harry was now awake and currently looked to be on the verge of a panic attack., quickly went over and turned the machine that was beep off; while doing her best to speak to Harry in a soothing tone.
"Sir, please try to take deep breaths. I know you were in a stressful situation before and are most likely confused about where you are. But right now, you are safe, and we are trying our best to help you. So please calm down." Harry hearing this and hearing the truthfulness in the nurse's voice did his best to calm down. At least enough so, so that he could ask.
"Where am I? How did I get here? And why does my skin hurt so much and feel so tight…and why am I tied down to the bed post!?" The nurse hearing these question, began to check over Harry to make sure he was alright, ignoring the way he tensed as she began to touch him. After seeing that Harry was good and giving into the fact that his now glaring eyes were getting to her, the nurse answered what Harry had just asked her.
"Sir, you're in the Atlanta Georgia Hospital. You're hear because we found you chained up in a burning building; with six burnt bodies around you. Considering the wounds that were on you, and the way you were chained up, we assumed that it was some sort of hate crime against you that went horrible wrong but can't be too sure of that. Which is why you are currently handcuffed to the bedpost. It is also the reason why you're feeling pain and why your skin feels so tight; your recovering from the injuries you had received. Which I have to say you're rather lucky in that regard. Considering the injuries weren't nearly as bad as they originally looked and are about finished healing all together" Here the nurse gave Pleasant look, on that morphed to a slightly sympathetic weary one as she decided to press forward.
"Now, if you wouldn't mind can you tell me what you remember, and if you know just what happened the building we found you in? I know the police would love to know and will most likely be question you about it later. So, it would be easier to get the full story out now."
Harry after hearing everything, and somehow just knowing that his shadows had somehow transported him to another world altogether, and that he'd never be able to repeat such a thing again, decide to make the best story he could on the spot. Knowing that the truth would only get him thrown into the nearest loony bin if even attempted to tell something remotely close to the full truth.
"I-I don't remember all that much about how I ended up in that building, or how it got set on fire for that matter. All I do remember is telling my best friends that I thought I may…hmm that I may be gay before having to leave because he got angry at me. Then all I can recall is the fact I was walking back to where I had been staying and suddenly getting hit in the back of my head. After that all I can think of is bright flashing of pain, hurt, a good deal of betrayal then then a frightening flash of light and smell of burning flesh. Then nothing but waking up here." This earns Harry a much more sympathetic look from the nurse who had been helping him before she reached a hand over to smooth one of Harry silky white hairs out of his face.
"well if that is the case dear, you shouldn't be too worried. Your almost all the way healed up, and after the police get your statements you'll be free to go. Though I'd be careful of the media after that cause their out there trying to find out just what happened and once they get a good look at you, not to mention hear your story they're not going to let you go." This was said with a slight laugh, with the nurse's eyes going slightly glazed as she looked at Harry, cause Harry to curse slightly and be just that much more eager for the nurse in question to leave.
Which fortunately for Harry she did soon after one last check over of Harry. Leaving Harry to his thoughts about what he was going to do. He knew he could stay there and answer the polices questions because for one he wasn't even from the world, meaning he wasn't' in their system; which from his time in the normal world Harry knew was extremely important. And for two well Harry could now feel his magic building up, eager to be used now that it was finally free, meaning sooner or later it would start to act on his emotions; which were rather all over the place at the time. And having his magic acting out on them, would be even harder to explain then not being in this places system.
Knowing this Harry knew he had to get away before anyone else came in here. Fortunately, Harry had managed to make the nurse from earlier believe that he was currently exhausted and didn't want to be disturbed for a while, and that he would be unable to stay long enough to answer the polices question at the moment, so Harry did have a little bit of time to get everything together, so he could escape.
Harry, after a minute of gathering his thought together and thinking of the different things he could do he finally came up with what he thought was a good idea; at least as good as an idea as he could throw together in the couple of minutes he had. What Harry had decided to do was send out a small invisible pulse of his magic to go through the room he was in.
What this would do was first it would fry all the electronics, like the cameras he knew where in there, and then it would mess the room up a bit making it look that Harry had been taken out of the room against his will to anyone that looked.
While Harry in the mean while would call on his shadows to transport him to a place that the shadows found safe as well as uninhabitable by any humans. Because that the moment Harry didn't feel like being around humans right now; not with all the harm they had done lately. Besides he did need to find a place where he could train his powers without anyone finding out about them, because Harry also go the feeling that this place was one that didn't have magic like the world he had just escaped from did.
Harry, after looking around and seeing that the clothes he had been wearing before, the same clothes he had been captured in by Dumbledore and still had on when they tried to do the ritual, were laying on the table just beside his bed. Quickly put his plan into action, as he sent out a pulse of magic, spelled away the cuffs holding him to the bed, grabbed his clothes and then fall into the shadows so he could be transported somewhere he would be safe at.
Harry wasn't sure how long he was in the pitch blackness of his shadows and was only using them as well as he was because of the sheer need he had for them as well as his instincts, but soon Harry found the inky blackness disappearing. As this happened Harry had to stop himself from falling as he was pretty much dropped out of his shadows as he arrived at where he had directed his powers to take him.
What Harry saw once he managed to get reoriented from the suddenness of going from pitch black to nearly blinding direct in sun sensation he had received ones his shadows full retreated. What he saw, and felt with his magic, was that his shadows had taken what he requested to an extreme Harry was rather please with. Because as it turns out Harry had been transported in a small island that actually completely uninhabited by anything but animals best, yet Harry couldn't see any islands or boats in any direction he looked.
Harry seeing this, seeing the large forest that was on the island, and feeling the animals that were in the forest couldn't help but smile. A smile that got even bigger when with a touch of his magic to the island he could feel several things. One humans had never been on this island before and if Harry had his way there wouldn't be any on it without his say.
And two, despite the fact that there were no witches or wizards in the world, it did have magic in it and because of that Harry's magic would work here; more importantly Harry could put up wards that would keep anyone he didn't want finding his new home, actually finding his home.
But before he did anything on the island that Harry was hoping would become his new home, first he needed to check out a couple of things. One he really needed to see how bad his injuries were, because while the nurse had said his injuries were healing up nicely, that didn't tell Harry how bad they were or how many there was for that matter. Because Harry knew that he had several really bad injuries from is time in the headmaster 'care', not to mention what ever injuries he may have received when being transported to this world; or from the burning building he had been found in.
After he did that Harry needed to check on his magic to see if there had been any damages to it from his time as a prisoner, or from being transported to the new world he was currently making his home. He still knew he had his magic because he had been able to use it, on several different occasions, but he didn't know if anything had changed after everything he had been through. Though now that he thought about it Harry could have cause damage himself from using his magic without checking on his magic first; which now that he thought about it was something rather foolish to do. Which made checking on it all that much more important.
After that Harry could do what he could to settle in. Like checking the clothes, he had grabbed back in the hospital to see if it still had his things in them, then he needed to check on the island to see what kind of island it was, what food sources it had as well as locate the water sources were. Then set up a place for him to be able to take cover in, make a home of and then after that a place he could train in.
Having this small outline of what he needed to do, made Harry feel calmer made him feel as if he had a bit more structure in what he needed to do. So, after taking a deep breath Harry got to work; starting with checking to see how bad his injuries were.
Because Harry didn't know how his magic was at this moment, and because he could have very well damaged his magic from the use he did earlier, without thinking to check how it was after all those block and chains had been on him, Harry didn't want to risk using said magic to conjure up a mirror, so he could check everything easier. Instead Harry looked around him to see if he could spot any reflective surfaces nearby him.
As if things were trying to make up for the rotten luck he had lately Harry saw a small tidepool nearby. One with crystal clear water in it that he could use just as he would a mirror. Seeing this Harry swiftly made his way over to it knowing that with it he could see the injuries he had within it; at least the ones he couldn't see just by looking down. What he saw when he did this left Harry wondering if some how ending up in a new world had healed him.
Because besides some minor burns, and a couple of scrapes and bruises that were already healing up, Harry had no other injuries. Not even the ones he should have on his back from what Dumbledore had done shortly before attempted to do the ritual that had brought him here; though from what he could feel he did have some sever scars where those injuries had been.
After shaking away the minor shock he felt about the state he was in, or to be more precise the lack of actual injuries he had, Harry decided because he wasn't injured and therefor didn't need to do anything for injures, that then it was time to check of the state of his magic; hopefully it be in the same state his body was.
Nervous but knowing that he needed to check on his magic, even if it was to be on the cautious side, Harry sat down to meditate so he could reach where his magical core was supposed to be; after all it was better safe than sorry.
What Harry found the moment he reached his core left him breathless and worried at the same time. Breathless because his magic was fine, there were not strains or damages done to it do to the blocks or being transported to another world altogether. Worried because, while there were not damages done to it, it was most certainly drained from everything it had been through. Which meant for a little bit Harry wouldn't be able to do any magic, while his own magic recovered and refilled his core. Something Harry was very much willing to do; seeing as it wouldn't take but a week for it to refill. Maybe a little bit longer then that if Harry did small bits of magic here and there. But until his core has recovered Harry certainly couldn't do any bigger amounts of magic.
Harry after finishing checking on his core came back to his consciousness with tears falling down his face. He was free, all the blocks were gone, all the chains that had been holding him back were gone, the collar that had been around his throat had been utterly destroy. He was finally at long last free, and the others wouldn't ever be able to cage him like that again.
It took Harry a bit to recover from this latest discovery, as for a while all he wanted to do was just lay there and bask in the joy he was feeling over everything he had just found out. But eventual Harry got a handle on it as he knew there was still things that he needed to do before he decided to settle in for the day.
Harry now that he was calmer, and now that his head was clearing, as it was free from all the fears he had about his magic, Harry walked over to where he had dropped the clothes he had grabbed before he and transported himself from the hospital; hoping his luck held out and what he was looking for was still in there.
After reaching down in the pockets of his pants and finding something Harry had to stare at what was in his hands with a little bit of bemusement. He guessed the old saying good things come in sets of three was true. Because there in his hand was the very trunk he had placed in those pants all those months ago; completely untouched despite the time it had been between things.
Though thinking on the fact that he had been wearing the same clothes, or at least the same torn up pants, for now over six months had Harry's nose wrinkling up in disgust; even if he had been hit with several painful cleaning spells during that time.
Knowing now that he had his magical trunk, and what he wanted to do now that he had it, Harry feeling it was safe enough used a small amount of magic to turn it back to it's correct size. He needed some things out of the trunk, and he needed to check the compartments in the trunk. Because unknown to anyone else in the wizarding world Harry had gotten a magical multi-compartment after his fourth year. He had just gotten one that looked remarkable similar to what his old one looked like; so, no one would question him on it. After all there was a reason why the sorting hat had wanted him in Slytherin for a reason; it was the house of the cunning after all.
Harry once he had the trunk resized and had it opened to the correct compartment Harry grabbed some clothes, which were spelled to automatically resize to the correct size of whoever was wearing them. Though they could only to this twice and since Harry had worn them before his inheritance meant after this time they wouldn't be able to do so again; but Harry couldn't complain seeing as at least now he had something he could wear that he didn't have to worry about being to small. And it wasn't like he could by some more clothes in the world because no matter what world he was in Harry was pretty sure both gold and jewels had some value in them.
Once he had his clean clothes Harry went, went to the third compartment of his five-compartment trunk and headed to the shower he had in the apartment that was inside said compartment. It was time he finally got fully one hundred percent clean. Only after that would he think about what to do next.
After a long shower, and once finally into a set of clean clothes, Harry decide to continue on with what he had been before. That being said Harry first decided to go through his trunk to see if everything was still in place and just what could be used, as well as what should be thrown out.
Since the trunk was a five-compartment trunk Harry thought it best to start on the first compartment and work his way through the rest. In his first compartment was, well it was basically a decoy for anyone who decide to look inside said trunk. All the first compartment held was all the thing he brought to Hogwarts with him. Mean it held things like his old school uniforms and all his old school book.
In the end the only things Harry wanted to save from that compartment being his invisible cloak, his school books seeing as they'd be good to review on, his firebolt broom, though he was unsure about being able to use it all things considering, then there was some of the clothes he had bought the summer before his inheritance, and the marauder's map; for the sake of the marauders; plus maybe he could use that map to make one similar for his island.
After debating inwardly what to do with the stuff he didn't want Harry decided for now to pile all the stuff he wanted to get rid of into a pile and then get rid of it after he finished going through everything. Right, now Harry was going through the second compartment of his trunk. This was the compartment the second less protected part of his trunk, seeing as it was right below the compartment he was using as a decoy; and therefor had a chance of being found out so Harry didn't want anything too important in it.
This compartment held a lot of what he had gotten during his fourth year when he managed to sneak out through the tunnels at the school when everyone else thought he was either studying for the task or were brooding about being placed in the tournament in the first place. What this was several outfits of dragon hide armor, that held the same resizing charms that all his new clothes held, the real Gryffindor sword, while a very realistic one had been in place of the one the Headmaster had, which Harry was able to do with a little help from both Fawkes and the sorting hat. Several different pairs of Dragon hid boots, again with the resizing charm on them. Several different new outfits that Harry hadn't placed in his first compartment because they weren't clothing that you'd expect to see on the Gryffindor golden boy that Harry was supposed to be.
And along with those things there were also several different magical items that had caught Harry's eyes in the second compartment. Mainly because Harry was fascinated by them and could so see them coming in handy. These was things such as several bottomless bags, five magical tents, which he had been planning on giving to his so-called friends at one point, and the necessary repair kits to keep the tents, as well as the bottomless bags in top conditions.
The third compartment was one Harry didn't have to bother going through, beside moving some things around and bring some of the clothes he had in the first and second compartment inside, as it was the compartment that held his apartment inside it; which meant there wasn't anything he wanted to throw away in it seeing as he had cleaned it out; just hours before he had gone through his magical inheritance. He knew even with the magical cold box inside it he didn't have anything to throw away.
Mainly because the cold box in question, while filled with different types of food in it, had been charmed to the max with different spells to keep the food in it protected, preserved, as well as perfectly chilled. Hell. Harry still had food some of the French and Germen food that he had grabbed from his fourth year in the same condition it had been the day he had put it in there. Honesty, it was the compartment, and everything in it, that made it, so Harry didn't starve to death or become suicidal while he was at his oh so loving family's care during the summers of his fourth, fifth and sixth year.
The fourth compartment was the one that held the most in it, and was the one, besides the very last compartment in his trunk, that held the most protection against anyone but him going in it. Harry had this compartment separated in to several different rooms; similar to how the apartment above it was. But instead of being actual rooms like a kitchen, bathroom, living room and bedroom these rooms were separated by what was in them.
Meaning there was a room for, all the gold and jewels he had taken out of his family vault after his sixth year; around the time Harry was about to go on the run hunting down the horcruxes, and didn't trust he'd be able to get his money or other items that had been in in vault while the Death eater had been pretty much in charge. After that there was another room was all the books he had in the Potter, Black, and Peverell vaults, looking similar to a large library with shelve after shelve of nothing but numerous books.
Then off to the side was another door leading to the room Harry had set up as his potions room, which was room that had filter rooms in it, and had all the potions supplies Harry had purchased as well as a full shelve filled with different potions he had purchased; all of which were in unbreakable vails.
Next, would be one of the most often used rooms that was in this compartment, and this was the weapon/training room that Harry had set up. This room was nearly split in half, with half of it holding all the weapons that had been in his three vaults, while the other side was made into a training room. Where Harry could train with the weapons, on hand to hand and even with his magic if he wanted to. This was a room harry could see being either moved outside onto the island or if not, that seeing a lot of use in the near future.
Finally, the last room was the one room that Harry had made for the hobby no one knew he had and that was a room made for runes and warding; it was a hobby Harry had started before his fourth year and had gotten into a conversation with Bill. Making him become fascinated with both Runes and wards because all of the things they could be used for.
Once Harry had finished going through the fourth compartment and made sure everything was still in there and was still fresh, which thankfully it was as once sealed potions had an extremely long shelve life, he went to the was the last compartment; the fifth and final one. This was the strangest compartment and at the same time the most protected. Harry had help setting this last compartment up, mainly from the goblins in return for all the goblin made weapons and a certain amount of gold, but considering just what this compartment held Harry saw it as worth in.
In the fifth compartment, the most magical compartment of the entire trunk, what was in there was something that made it look as if you had just stepped outside instead of inside the bottom of a trunk. This compartment held several acers of land, and had been spelled to look like, and be like the sky outside.
Meaning the roof of this compartment, actual gave sunlight, it actual rained inside it, and there was always a slight amount of heat as well as a breeze within the compartment. Why it did this was because of what this compartment held, was everything else that was in the Peverell, Potter and Black vaults that weren't weapons or gold or books. By this it meant that this compartment, and all the land in it, held the numerous magical plants, most of which could be used in potions, as well as a good amount of more mundane plants that were either really rare or believed to have go extinct over the years.
Not only that but there were also all the animals that had been, and currently still were in status that had been in the vaults. These animals in question were all rather young, some even still in their eggs, and were all either rare creatures, or creatures that were believed to be extinct. This included animals such as Pegasuses, an entire heard of them that had a range of color from pitch black, to a pure silver and gold one. The leader of the heard had, a pitch-black Horse with shining white/silver hair had been particularly attached to Harry.
Along with these Pegasuses there were also, nine miniature dragon eggs in a bed of silk. Which after reading a big on Harry found out were usually abound this size of a palm but got no bigger than the size of a small cat.
Though that didn't stop the deadliness of their fire when they had to defend themselves as despite their small size they had a strong that could shoot out a good three feet from them and was equally as hot as a normal dragon's fire could be. Though these miniature dragons are now where as territorial as the normal size dragons and usually bond to people; whom they become very protective of.
Fortunately, there were no actual full size, flying dragons in his vaults, because if there had been Harry would have either have promptly given them to the Goblins or anonymously donating them to the dragon sanctuary because Harry never wanted to deal with something like the Hungary horntails dragon ever again.
Surprisingly in the Potter family vault he had found, a single Basilisk egg, that if the information that had been on the egg had said that this basilisk in question did not have the normal killing glare of its kind but had instead been breed to have a paralyzing glare instead. Though in return for the lessen power it would have thicker armored scales and be faster than a normal Basilisk was. It was also spelled to be loyal to the person whom hatched it; something Harry had been debating to do since he found it in his vaults.
Along with those there had been bowtruckles, several different breeds of the lesser intelligent Fairies that Harry had seen used mostly for decoration, a good twenty different golden snidgets, three griffins, a heard of five Hippogriff, six different breeds of Occamy that were all still in their pure silver eggs. Next was a heard of unicorns that Harry was like many of the other creatures in his trunk was planning on freeing on the island as soon as he made sure it was safe for them on said island. lastly were the equally small heard of just four Thestrals that Harry had found in the Peverell vaults. Though these thestrals looked to be a good deal stronger and larger than the ones he had seen in the forest, and for some reason harry felt particularly drawn to them; as if they were supposed to be for him or help him in some way.
But for the moment Harry knew it was best to keep everything under the status they all currently under; had been under since he had first been captured by Dumbledore. At least until Harry could check over the island he had landed and found out if it was safe enough to release everything on.
Which meant Harry had to find out the different food source that were on the island, find the different clean water source that were on the island, find out just what kind of animals were in the forest around him, and most importantly Harry would need to fortify the island. He would have to make it protected enough Harry felt safe enough not only to live there but release all the clearly magical creatures, as well as plants, that laid in the fifth compartment of his trunk. He needed to make the island a home for him and everything he had with him before he did anything else. But when you put into considering the level of magic he currently had in him, and the lack of control he would have due to it being blocked for so long that could take a while.
-debating stopping and make the rest a new chapter let me know what you think-
And take a while it certainly did it took Harry an entire two year and a half to get everything set up the way he wanted to. An entire two year and half Harry had spent on the island not leaving it once and doing everything in is power to make it a home that he felt was worth calling home. The now twenty-year-old found himself looking at the island that he set up as his home. Harry had spent the first two weeks of that last two and a half years pretty much staying mainly in his trunk apartment reading, recovering his magic, and planning everything he felt he should do to secure his island home.
That time planning what he later considered the basic outline of everything he wanted on his island really paid off in the end; especially when Harry just looked out over the island he called home. Harry, despite the fact that there weren't any nearby islands, and despite the fact that even over the last two and a half years he had been out there Harry hadn't seen any boat or anything similar to them, anywhere near his island home, still did his best to maximum every protection he could think of on his home.
This included wards to make his island unplottable, inaccessible unless you were invited in, wards that would act similar to shields to keep airborne attacks out. Wards that actually went underground to keep any attacks from that direction from hitting them, wards for some protection against the weathers, and wards that would warn him of natural disasters and offer some protections against them.
This was the part that had taken Harry the longest, and drained Harry the most after each time he did a ward like this; considering he was putting them over the whole island. It took Harry a whole month and a half to do one wards, then he had to literally wait a week before he could get back to work on the next ward because the drain it caused his magic to do so.
Then there were the more mundane sources of protection he put up, witch he cheated quite a bit when it came to actually putting them up what with the help of his magic. This included a ten-foot-high stone wall that Harry had placed around the entire island. A wall which was made from stone that Harry had found on the island, carved from one of the cliff faces and used his magic carry shape and put in place.
This was the most physically taxing part of the protection Harry had put on the island; and one that had taken the second longest to put up. Though, Harry had combined the wards with the walls once he had them finished; making them both that much stronger because of it.
Besides those protections Harry had managed to map out the island, finding out as much as he could about the island as he did so. What he had found out by doing this was where all the clean, nonsalt, water source could be found. He had also been able to find out what type of food sources grew on the island, started some of his own food sources, as well as potion ingredients, and even managed to find out what type of animals made this island their home.
Not to mention he had been able to set the animals he had with him free on the island after he had gotten it all safe; seeing as none of the creatures that were on the island were a treat to any of the creatures he had on him. Though he did have to add a dome ward to make sure none of the flying creatures actually flew off the island, at least none that weren't keyed into the ward to let them out.
Since then Harry did check on the creatures he had set free to see how they were reacting to the island and they seemed to be making them selves at home just as Harry was, and the didn't seem to be effecting the ecosystem on the island in negative way either; if anything a lot of them were actually helping the island more then they could be hurting it. Though Harry did not that the Pegasus as well as the miniature dragons did seem rather close to him, and even the Basilisk he had released came and check on him from time to time; though like all the other creature on this island it seemed to really enjoy its freedom now that he finally had it.
At the same time protecting the island, freeing the animals and getting all the details he could about the island he was on, wasn't the only thing he had done in the thirty months he had been on it. No Harry had also spent a good deal of time on pure training. At least he had once he had gotten everything else set up. Still Harry had spent over a year training his magic, to get it to and past the level he had before. The trained up on his new shadow Nymph powers, most piratically having the easiest time with the levitation ability as well as the intangible abilities he had. He also seemed to be rather skilled in the live absorption ability he had for being from the royal family line of the Shadow Nymphs, though he only did this on animals so far; and then only those that attacked him or his other animals. Which he promptly used to heal said animals.
His magic abilities weren't the only thing Harry trained up on either no, Harry could do that. No disrespect to his magic but there had been so many times that his magic wasn't able to safe him. Either because it was blocked or because the place it was in wasn't exactly safe for him to use said magic in, which was why Harry had also thrown himself into learning even more hand to hand and skills with weapons then he had before.
After all this new world he found himself in didn't have magic users like him, and Harry seriously doubted he could stay on the island his entire life without once ever leaving it. So, he wanted a way to defend himself without any use of magic. Even if it was only until he could use said magic.
By doing this Harry was able to find out he was a natural inclination to using swords; in fact, a pair of duel swords he had never really left his side once he got his hands onto them. Not only that but Harry found that he could also use said sword he had almost like a wand; though it did take a bit more concentration then it normally would with said wand.
Speaking about how he wouldn't be able to stay on the island without leaving it at least once Harry was starting to feel a like he was beginning to go stir crazy. Most likely from the lack of actual human contact or communication. Because unlike what some people thought humans were actual very social creature, and so were nymphs for that matter, which meant Harry was really starting to feel the need to have someone, a human someone lese, to at least talk to.
Knowing this, yet still feeling wary about actual trusting humans, and at the same time wondering if his escape from the hospital over two years ago had made news or anything like that, Harry decided to be safe rather then sorry. To do this, Harry gathered all his hair up, now just below his shoulders then almost near hip length it had been when he first arrived at the island, and quickly braided it together before pinning it together on top of his head. After doing this Harry grabbed a dark beany and put it on; making sure none of his hair showed; after all hair that bright was certainly eye catching.
Then after making sure that his hair was completely covered Harry simply sled on a pair of dark sun glasses to cover his distinctive eyes. Before looking at his dark blue jeans and black t0shirt combo he was wearing. It was something that almost everyone wore and was something that wouldn't stand out too much either; neither would to boots he wore with it. So, Harry knew that he wouldn't have to change those, then just to be sure Harry threw a mild notice me not charm on him. Mild enough that people would know he was there but strong enough that they would see him as just another face in the crowd and not pay too much attention to him; something that would only be helped by the fact Harry covered his most noticeable features.
Once he had all of this done, Harry decided that since he had first arrived in Atlanta Georgia then that be the place he'd check out first; maybe he could find some answers as to why he had appeared there in the first place while he was at it.
After deciding this this Harry grabbed one of the bottomless bags he had, a magical tent, and then after making sure his twin swords were still on him, charmed to be invisible to anyone but him, got ready to go. Calling on his powers over shadows, which he had gotten a lot better at controlling, Harry brought himself to a shadowed unwatched corner of Atlanta Georgia; in a much smoother quicker trip then the original one had been like. Which showed when Harry, instead of nearly collapsing and possible getting sick like he nearly had during his first trip through the shadows, instead smoothly stepped out of the shadows onto on of the streets of Atlanta Georgia; acting all the while like he had been just taking a walk; no on took notice of him as he did this.
Seeing this Harry smirked to silently to himself before he began to walker towards the busier part of the city. He wanted to trade some of his gold in, maybe a little bit a jewelry, and do a little shopping. Maybe just being around people would solve the sudden fits of loneliness he was getting. Because honestly Harry still wasn't sure why he was here when he still felt like he couldn't trust anyone.
Harry, was starting to feel a bit better after he traded some of his gold in for some cold hard cash and was starting to do a little bit of splurging shopping, with some mindless spending so he could just enjoy himself for a little bit; doing something he had never really been able to do before.
Or that is he was enjoying himself for a little bit, that is until the nearby T.V that was playing in the food stand Harry was currently eating a giving a warning that had his inner Death Nymph screamed at him was true. What this warning was that there seemed to be a virus going around that was killing people, and making the dead come back to live. Harry heard others who were in the nearby scoff at the, calling it fake news and things such as that, not believing what was being said. But Harry knew otherwise he knew that it was true, and Harry also knew that somehow, in some way he needed to be prepared for it because really soon this world was about to go to hell.
Harry knowing this and having learned from experience what usually happens when things go to hell, knew that while he was pretty prepared he wouldn't be enough. Not to mention he knew that he wouldn't be able to wait this whole thing out by himself. So, knowing this, and knowing that somehow, he was going to be in one way or another bring people back to his island before this whole thing was over decide it was time to get prepared before he was dumped from the pan into the fire.
To do this Harry slipped into the mind set that made it so he could survive all that he had, be it in the hands of his 'loving' family, be it at the hands of the public who turned on him at the drop of the hat, be it the test he had been through each and every year at the supposed safest place in the wizarding world, be it the tender love and care he got from Dumbledore, and his order of the flaming chicken, he survived it. And Harry was damn going to survive this.
He just needed to get a few things to better be prepared. Because if Harry remembered all those zombie movies and game Dudley played things that were available now weren't going to available much later one. Tis in mind Harry went to headed to one of the largest stores he could think of, a Walmart, and called on his powers to hide him from everything; including the cameras. Harry knew that despite what the store bragged it wasn't open twenty-four seven and when it did close he would sweep it clean off all the supplies it had.
Yes, it would be stealing and if his gut feeling proved to be wrong Harry would give them all the money he owed them, then some. But on the high chance it wasn't well Harry had been raised on survival of the fittest all his live, and he got the feeling that wasn't going to change soon. So, right now, all Harry cared for was that he had his island, he had his weapons, he had his magic and currently he had his bottomless bag. So, for him things didn't look to bad.
When everything did go to hell, he was going to be ready, and maybe he would be able to find some people worth saving as well. Till then Harry was going to be doing what he was about to do soon as the time hit. Emptying stories, gathering supplies, getting his island ready, and then going out searching.
