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Chapter 2
Alone
to
Survive
Eight months later
A loving husband, her daughter playing in the backyard, her cooking dinner for her family with a smile on her face. Carol use to envy the people that had those very simple things. Emotions, the love that she, and her daughter never had. She ended up in a loveless, abusive marriage. Where she, and her daughter were hit, and starved; just because he wanted to show them that he was the one in power, not them. She wanted so much to protect her baby girl. At that time in their life she was weak, and pathetic. Carol hated that she and her daughter had come to depend on an abusive drunk. Then the apocalypse happened, her abusive husband was killed. She'd never realized how much she hated him until that moment, where she killed him before he was turned into a walker. After that her daughter had gone missing. Daryl looked for her for so long, but she was nowhere to be found. She was there, in the barn. Walking, groaning, shuffling toward them, hungry. Her baby girl, shot in the head by Rick. At that moment in time, she remembered vowing to herself - she would never be weak again. She failed to save her daughter, she would not fail the group that had become the family she'd never had.
As Carol was walking down the deserted street, in a deserted town, not to far from the prison they were staying in, she remembered that vow. She knew when she'd made it that she would be tested on it. As she was walking in the direction of the shopping mall, hopefully to find the supplies they needed. She was almost startled when a walker jumped in front of her, she started shaking her head to get rid of the thoughts from her mind knowing she needed to focus before she ended up killed in a fit of stupidly.
Carol, with a blank look on her face, reached for the knife that she had in her pants pocket. She grabbed the walker by the hair, and stabbed it in the skull with a crunch. As the walker fell, she heard a shout of pain, her head snapped up in shock. As she was doing this she started to run in the direction of where she heard it come from.
She rounded the corner and came to a complete stop in shock. What she saw was the most bizarre thing she'd ever seen in her thirty-eight years of life. There was a young boy, the most beautiful child she'd ever seen. He looked to be about fifteen. . . he couldn't be any more than seventeen. He had long flowing pitch black hair, and emerald eyes. His skin looked baby soft, she almost wanted to see if it was. The child's clothing was pure black in leather. That wasn't what made her pause, the walkers that surrounded the boy were smoking from - what looked - like from the inside out. The child was fighting with a stick in one hand and a sword in the other. He looked like he was glowing; he was waving that stick around like he was going to do something with it. Then he started to say something in a language she didn't understand. Afterward, his sword slashed downward, as flames grew around the sword's blade. She gaped in shock, she'd heard stories about a secret society from her grandfather when she was young girl. Her family came from a long line of squibs. Carol used to hear the most amazing things about their world before her grandfather died.
As the walker's bodies hit the ground the child sighed, then slumped upon the ground with a groan of pain.
"Are you hurt?!" Carol yelled, running toward the boy. After she said that she watched how the boy snapped his head up in fear.
Harry Potter/Walking Dead
Harry really wanted to know why fate hated him. A few days ago, he and his weird family, he says that with very much love, were split up when a herd of zombies invaded their camp. He remembered that his godfather and his uncles had tried to get to him but there were too many of them. He closed his emerald gaze tiredly, he could still hear Siri's voice telling him to run. He stood there in shock, not knowing what to do, until a zombie fell on top of him. Harry started to panic when his magic rose up to surround him, and the zombie. His magic blasted the thing away from him before it could bite him. With one last look at his family, Harry turned and started to run in a random direction of his choice.
That was a few days ago now here he was fighting a group of zombies by himself in a town that he found on the way. He knew that his father would have told him to run, but he was frustrated he needed to let out some tension. He sighed, his family should have met up with him already. He was worried . . .
At that moment where he was using the sword to fight the things, he tripped over his own two feet and landed hard on the ground, with a shout of pain. (He could almost hear Severus' sarcastic voice telling him to "get up you fool the battle isn't done yet") When he raised his head to look back up at the zombies, they were almost on top of him. He forced himself up, and started to fight them as best as he could with a hurt ankle. Finally, when the last zombie fell, he slumped to the ground again in relief. "Are you hurt!" A voice said loudly. Harry forced himself not to flinch in pain because of his ears. (Sometimes Harry hated having the abilities of an elf.) His head snapped up in fear when he saw a lady standing over him with a knife.
Fear darkened in his beautiful eyes, "I'm not going to hurt you, I only want to help." The lady said. Harry knew that she'd seen what he did to the things, he started shaking in fear.
"Are you bitten?" Carol said sternly, praying that he wasn't.
Harry looked into her light green eyes, not knowing what to say. So he took a deep breath and looked to his hurt ankle.
Carol followed his eyes with her green gaze, she took a deep breath and bent down to his level to lift his pant leg so she could get a feel for what was wrong with him. She couldn't help the sigh of relief that escaped her. "It looks like you just broke your ankle when you fell down."
Carol raised her head to look at the boy again and locked her gaze with his and her breath wheezed out from chapped lips in shock. She was staring into the most beautiful emerald green eyes she ever saw.
"What's your name?" Carol said, trying to soften her voice. Which was hard, since she lost Sophia she didn't know if she had anything left that was soft and gentle.
Harry sat very still, afraid to move.
"Ha..rry " he stuttered in fright.
"Alright Harry, do you have anyone with you?" Carol said. As she watched him shake his head no, she knew that she had to get him to trust her to go back to the prison with her. "I know a doctor who could help set your ankle. Do you want to go with me so he can help you?"
"No!" He shouted out in fear. He saw her look around to see if his small outburst had attracted the things. He took a deep breath, " The.. people that.. I was with, we got separated. I'm…waiting for… them to …find me" he stuttered in pain.
"When your ankle is feeling better, my people can come back and help you find them." Carol said, hopping that he wasn't going to fight her on this.
Harry looked down at his twisted ankle, without Severus his foot was going to heal the old fashion way. He slowly lowered his head, and started to pout, knowing she was right.
Carol almost smiled when she saw the pout on his adorable face. She forced the look off her face. Really, if anyone saw her they wouldn't believe the way she was acting.
She gently bent down, if she made any wrong moves he would try to bolt, and do more damage to his foot then he should.
She wrapped her hands around the boy, and lifted him slowly. As she was doing this she glanced downward to look at his face and saw a lone little ear. She almost dropped him in shock, a little petite ear that had a point at the tip.
She realized he was more special than she'd thought. (Elf) She thought in awe. She thought that the stories her grandfather had told her were nothing but his imagination. A myth.
As she moved upward, still holding the very beautiful boy she smiled this was what everyone needed. Hope, that there was something out there that could help them. Then she frowned when she realized he was really light. She put that thought to the back of her mind for another time.
"I know what you are." Carol said, still walking toward where she'd stashed her car.
Harry started to wiggle in her arms, afraid.
"I'm not going to hurt you. I'm a squib, I'm from a very old family, from the UK. My grandfather was cast out when he was declared non-magical." Carol keep talking, trying to get him to trust her. "He moved over here hoping to get a fresh start."
Harry's eyes widened in realization, that was the reason why she wasn't shocked at what he could do. Harry opened his mouth to say something then he closed it, afraid to ask, and knowing it was rude to ask about that.
"It's alright you can ask me anything."
Harry took a deep breath, hopping that she wouldn't get mad. "What family are you from?" A very timid voice asked.
Carol smiled, glad she'd gotten him to talk. She spotted her car a little bit away from them, "My family, from what my grandfather said, were from the Blacks'."
Harry's head snapped up in shock and disbelief. As he looked at her he knew that the genes from the Blacks were dominate, so he looked to see if he saw the resemblance between his godfather, and the lady. The hair was little bit off, but if he traded it with black she would almost be a sister to Bellatrix (without the crazy light in her eyes). Harry shivered, just thinking about that women always gave him the creeps.
Carol finally made it to the car, she had to put the little elf down "I have to put you down, so I can open the door to the car. Try not to put weight on your foot."
Harry gave a small nod of his head to let her know he heard her. As she lowered him to the ground Harry tried not to cry out in pain. As she opened the door to the car a walker came out from the building beside them. Harry screamed out in alarm to warn Carol about the it. Carol turned around fast with her knife out. She kicked the walker down to the ground, took her knife pushed the blade all the way to the hilt in its skull with a snap of her wrist.
She raised her head hoping that Harry wasn't more scared of her then before. She felt relief when he didn't appear any more afraid, only alarmed.
"Come on, let's go." She bent down to pick him up again to put him in the car.
Harry Potter/Walking Dead
Rick was stood on the lookout above the prison when he spotted the vehicle Carol had been driving when she left. He started to move toward the ladder, hopping nothing went wrong. Since he lost his wife a few short months ago, he became more protective of the remaining group. As he made it to the ground he watched how Glenn, and Maggie let her in the gate. Then the car was driving up the lane in front of the prison.
He started to walk to where the car was coming to a stop.
Carol got out of the car, and moved over to the passenger door. When she opened the door he saw nothing, but a lot of hair. His eyes slightly widened in shock when he realized that there was a person in the front seat.
Carol raised her head to Maggie "Get your father, he needs medical help." Maggie nodded her head in understanding, still shocked that Carol had brought someone to the prison. Carol watched how she ran to get Hershel.
She turned her head to look at Rick. "I'll explain everything after he's been looked at by Herschel." Rick frowned not liking that, but he nodded anyway.
Carol started walking to the prison's front door. As she made it there Hershel showed up to see what all the commotion was about.
"He needs medical help." Carol repeated.
Hershel nodded his head in understanding, he hurried to the cell block where they got it set up for patients in need of help.
Carol moved with him, hurrying down the walkway, and hopping that Harry would be passed out before Hershel set the bone. Carol glanced around the room that they arrived in, this was the first time she'd ever had to go in the medical room.
She laid him on the twin size bed trying to make Harry as comfortable as she can. When she looked up at the ones who followed them to the room, she sighed, she needed to tell them something important, and really hopping that they believed her. As she looked down to the unconscious elf, everything would change, just by having him on their side. (Hopefully), Carol thought. A very small smile came to her face, as she mentally prepared herself for the discussion that the group needed to have.
Harry Potter/Walking Dead
"Son a bitch," Daryl hissed out between clenched teeth. He scrapped his palms on the ground where he fell, he was surrounded by walkers. All he'd been trying to do was go get baby items for lil ass kicker. He forced himself up to grab his crossbow that'd fallen a little way from him, he didn't think he could fight his way out of this one. Daryl looked around, hoping there was something else he could use to fight. He saw nothing, and he scowled more. "Come on fuckers, don't have all day!" He flipped them off, feeling somewhat better. There had to be at least ten or more, he sometimes missed the good old days, when all he had to worry about was his father. Now the big bad was a bunch of dead people. (Who knew), Daryl thought sarcastically, as he glared at the approaching walkers. Daryl took a deep breath, this could be his last battle with the walkers. He was leaving here dead or alive.
Daryl backed up to the wall behind him, there was no way he could out run them. He really hated not finding out what he was waiting for. He knew that there was something that was coming to him. He just didn't know what that something was. He been feeling out of sorts since they came to the prison. He didn't know what to make of it.
Then he heard it, there was a light drum beat in the air, Daryl raised his head confused. The walkers kept on coming toward him not even slowing down. As Daryl was going to raise his last arrow to the fucker that was closest to him he heard it again louder. He thought it sounded like the drum beat of his own heart. Dum da, dum da.
One loud howl echoed around them, Daryl jumped back when he saw the biggest blackest fucken dog he'd ever seen. "What the hell?" He didn't know if that howl came from the dog, but he knew he couldn't fight the dog and the walkers too. The dog jumped in front him, sky blue eyes meet stormy gray for a split second, then the dog turned his back on Daryl to face the walkers. Daryl realized that the dog was going to help him fight the fuckers. A shit eating grin overcame Daryl's lips. He reached for his crossbow and the lone arrow. The arrow was only going to go so far so he grabbed the knife out of his belt pocket.
Both Daryl and the mutt turned around to face the walker's head on. One walker reached them first, the dog grabbed it by the foot knocked it to the ground used its teeth to sink through it's skull. Daryl moved over to a walker and grabbed it before it can feast on the mutt. They both started to clear them a path to freedom.
Slash, cut, roll repeat or in the dog case bite like hell and slash with its claws. Both Daryl and the mutt move toward the wooded area behind the town.
When they finally made it to a the far out woods on the other side of the prison, Daryl leaned against the tree to catch his breath. When he raised his head to look at the monster dog, the dog just stared out at him with unblinking stormy gray eyes. (Creepy) Daryl glared at the mutt. As he straightened his body out to walk back to the prison did he realized that the stupid dog was following him.
"Thanks, now go away." Daryl was beginning to wonder if he could make dog chow out of the mutt. "Hey, stupid, you can't come with me.'
The mutt kept walking in the direction of the prison.
Daryl glared at the retreating dog, he was starting to hate canines. He entertained the thought of shooting the mutt, then his damn conscience would rear it's ugly head. He sighed, with out that mutt he would be zombie chow. He frowned at the dog, then Daryl shook his head, and followed the mutt back the prison.
*H/D*
His beloved godson was lost because of their stupidly. They'd let their guard, down in a place where there was a bunch of walkers that would eat them if given the chance. God, all he wanted to do was protect Harry at all costs. Was that so much to ask? His beloved submissive godson. Sirius knew that there were some people here that wouldn't pass up the chance to hurt him or worse rape him. He hopped that he wouldn't have to kill anyone in front of Harry. If anyone hurt him he would go ballistic. Harry would blame himself, not realizing that it wasn't his fault. Sirius sighed, he hopped that Severus and Remus were having better luck than what he was having.
When they'd lost track of Harry, they'd known that the only way to find him was to split up. Hoping to get to him first, before anything else does. Severus had given him some potions, when they found Harry that they didn't have to use any of them. All three of them had gone different ways to find Harry faster. If one of them found him first they were to send their patronus after the others.
Sirius looked back to the stray he'd picked up a while ago. Well, at least he'd done his good deed of the year. The muggle was in a jam, if Sirius hadn't shown up when he had, the man would've been dead by now. Sirius sighed again. Really, he was wondering if the muggle knew how to shut up. He knew some people talked to animals but did it have to be him?
Sirius frowned, the scent of freshly peeled oranges hit his nose. The scent of his beloved godson! He took off running toward the scent. He faintly heard the guy cuss behind him. He really didn't care that he left the guy in his dust.
As he ran to the end of the wooded area he saw a fence in front of him where there were a lot of walkers. He stopped in shock - his son was behind that fence.
He slowly moved his head to look behind him, hearing the guy running to catch up to him.
"Fucking dog."
Daryl glared at the black mutt, trying to talk himself out of killing it. The dog glanced at him. Daryl scowled, trying not to stick an arrow in its ass. He wasn't sure if he should bring the dog with him are not.
The dog started to bark and jump around him. Daryl sighed to himself, knowing if the dog bit anyone he would have to be the one to put it down. He started to move toward the prison's gate. "Rick, let me in will ya!" Daryl yelled.
He saw Maggie running to the front gate to push it open for him, and the mutt. As soon as the gate opened the dog took off running inside. "Shit!" Daryl hissed, running after the mutt.
*Harry Potter/Walking Dead
Emerald green eyes slowly blinked in confusion. What…Where… Who…. Then the memory of the encounter with Carol slowly came over him. (Oh yea I broke my foot fighting zombies), Harry thought, still blinking in confusion while trying to look around. All he could see was a very small room, the size of his cupboard at the Dursley's house. On one side there was a small bed that he was laying on, and a bed side table on the other. He listened to see if there was a guard outside the room. When he didn't hear anything he decided to slowly get up from the lumpy mattress. He knew that he shouldn't be on his feet after breaking his foot, but come on! He hated not knowing what was going on.
He sighed to himself, he was really starting to miss Severus. If anyone would have told him a year ago that he was going to see Severus as his family, he would have told them all to go to hell. After the change, he knew that he looked at them all differently. Sirius became the father he never had. Remus and Severus were the weird uncles, that he loved more then anything. He knew without them he would have died out here in the wilds of America. He whimpered to himself wishing again that he had someone with him. All he wanted right now was to feel safe, and cuddle up with someone but he knew that there was no one here that his elf side trusted.
He sometimes hated being an Elf. He knew that before his change, he never felt this way before. He never craved contact like he did now.
As he moved to swing his feet on the other side of the bed, he started to feel faint.
He slowly moved to lean on the wall so he could get his bearings. Since his change his health been on a slow decline. He knew from his godfather that was because he hadn't found a mate that his elf side approved of. The chances of him living to the next year were slim to none. He knew that the possibility of him dyeing were great, because really, where would he find a dominant around here in the Zombie Apocalypse? He really wanted to curse fate again…. He scowled to himself, then he started shaking those stupid thoughts from his head.
Then before he could take a step he started to hear voices down the hall moving his way. His eyes widened, he didn't have anywhere to hide.
Harry gulped. Really, he should be used to this…
The footsteps echoed closer, Harry clenched his hands together in nervousness…
The voices died down and stopped outside the curtain of his tiny room. Harry started to hold his breath afraid…His elf side whimpered...
He saw a hand reach for the curtain to pull it aside, Harry froze in fear…
As he saw the hand move the curtain aside; he refuse to closed his eyes like a child afraid of the dark. Harry's lip trembled. He so hated his elf.
"Ah, your awake I see!" An older man said softly. Trying not gap at the beautiful young boy that leant against the wall. He took in the emerald eyes of the youth, the long raven hair, the heart shape face, but even with all of that it was the fear that showed on his young face that made Hershel's heart go out to the young man.
(He's afraid) Hershel thought with a sigh.
*H/D*
Harry nodded his head in a jerky motion.
"Where am I?" Harry's meek voice said.
"Are you well enough to speak with my group" Hershel said not answering him.
Harry knew the man didn't want to answer him so he took a deep breath for courage. Then he slowly nodded his head.
Hershel turned his head to speak to someone behind him, then turned back to look at the boy with a smile. In his hands he had a pair of crutches to help him walk with the cast on his foot.
Harry moved to grab them so he could follow the man where ever they were going.
"How rude of me, my name is Hershel. What's your name, little one?" Hershel said trying to keep the young man from panicking.
Harry raised his head to the man that he was walking beside. Before he could say anything he noticed that Hershel was also walking with a limp, he too was using crutches. His eyes slowly moved to his right leg and saw that it was missing. He moved his gaze upward in surprise. Amused light blue eyes looked into deep emerald. Harry flushed in embarrassment.
Then he heard chuckling. Harry snapped his head in shock at the way the older man laughed at him.
Still chuckling at the boy "Your name, young one?"
"Harry." Harry said scowling at Hershel. He didn't like that the man was laughing at him.
Before Harry could say anything more to Hershel announced - "We're almost there, little one." Harry snapped his head to look at where they were. They passed through a door with a small group of people set at a few tables in the middle of a big room. As one they raised their heads toward him. Harry frowned, wondering if he should be alarmed at the gathering that they had going on. Until he saw Carol sitting in front of the group of people. His whole face lit up at the sight of her. At least he had some family here. Even if she didn't know that they were family. Harry thought about telling her later, no one had enough family. (Especially him, he loved having more people that he could put in his family bubble.) It was a very small bubble but who cared? He had family. The elf grinned at Carol. If he would have paid close attention he would have realized that the people that he was in front of gaped at him in shock. The beauty of the young man before them took their breath away.
He never realized at that moment, he was going to tell her of their family bond sooner than he planned.
Harry Potter/Walking Dead
Daryl rounded a corner hoping to stop the mutt before he hurt someone in his group. He reached for his gun, thinking that he was going to have to shoot the dog if he kept running like this. He spotted Rick and Carol standing in front of the group talking. He raised his gun toward the dog that was running toward the people who he was beginning to think of as his family.
"Padfoot!" His eyes widened in shock when he saw the dog running to a kid that was on crutches. He watched how the kid got knocked down to the ground. "I'm all right,Pady!" The boy whispered in the mutt's fur, crying. He raised his tearful green eyes to look at Daryl with a smile on his lovely face. Daryl's whole world came to a stop when he locked navy blue eyes with emerald green. This was what he been waiting for. He knew it. As he looked into those eyes his gaze went in shock at the beautiful young man before him. The young man was kneeling on the ground holding the dog to him, afraid to let go.
"Where did you find him?" The beautiful boy asked. His eyes widened, more shocked at his thoughts. He never thought anyone beautiful before.
Daryl's body erupted in flames, just by the boy's voice. "I… didn't, he found me." Daryl cleared his throat. Trying, but failing, to get some order in his otherwise chaotic thoughts.
Harry raised his head to look at the newcomer that'd shown up with Padfoot, his hands slightly tightened in the fur of the grim. He frowned slightly, wondering why his instincts focused on this man. His elf side was starting to purr at the sight of this new male. His gaze moved slowly up and down the new man.
The man looked to be in his early thirties. He stood about six foot, was wearing a black sleeveless shirt, tight dark blue jeans, had light brown hair that dusted the nape of his neck and fell in his eyes. He was also in need of a shave. The man was very muscular, where Harry was petite. He carried himself like that of a dominate. Just thinking about that part, his eyes widened in shock, knowing now his life had just gotten complicated. His stupid elf instincts were too focused on the man. (Shit). Understatement of the year, when Harry realized that he'd found a dominant in a muggle.
A/n
Just to clear up a few things:
Harry is seventeen that looks about fifteen: Because of his childhood with the Dursley's
Daryl going to be in his early thirty's
Because come on I don't picture anyone with Harry unless there older.
Next chapter, I'll explain the reason why they stayed in America, away from the wizardly world, away from Albus Dumbledore
