NOTE: I do NOT own Harry Potter or it's characters. I do NOT own The Walking Dead or it's characters. I only wrote the plot to this story.
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Before he'd even stepped three feet into the camp a large number of people came to greet Glen. But once they caught sight of him and his wagon, their weapons had been drawn. Harry just pulled his own bow out and held an arrow loosely. He wouldn't shoot at these people unless they fired first. That was they number one rule to survival.

"Whoa! Calm down everyone. This is Hadrian. He found me while i was scavenging. He also found the supplies in the wagon." Glen hastily explained, trying to get rid of the tension.

A tall man approached Harry like predator, he was surrounded by an air of arrogance. "If you want to join our group kid, you'll need to hand over the wagon of supplies and anything else you have on you, including your weapons. Leave the protecting to the adults."

Harry nearly hissed at the man. "You can have the wagon of supplies. Glen and I scavenged them for the group. But no way in hells nine circles will I be giving my personal possessions or weapons to an arrogant narcissist like you."

He watched as the man puffed up in rage, and knew that the man would attack. So he backed up into a clearer area. Before the hulking man could reach him, Harry had an arrow notched and aimed at the mans head.

"You don't have the balls to kill someone kid." The man spat, eyeing the bow warily.

Harry just stared at the man, he could faintly hear the stumbling of inferi near by. Without taking his eyes off the man and his group, Harry aimed and fired his arrow. The resounding thunk and small scream gave him a satisfaction he basked in. He'd pretty much just told the man that killing didn't make him flinch, nor did it bother him in any way. He'd known men like the one in front of him his whole life. They only cared for themselves.

The teen quickly retrieved his arrow and wiped it off. "I may be small, but I've been on my own for a long time. If you ever try to threaten me or take my things, I'll shoot you. It may not be fatal, but i'll make sure it hurts."

Without waiting for a response from the group, Harry made his way to a large tree and climbed up into it. He certainly didn't trust this group enough to sleep on the ground. The feline in him snarled at being surrounded by unknown factors. Not one to waste time, Harry tied his rope around the tree branch he'd chose before tying himself to the tree. He would try re-approaching the group tomorrow, during the day.

Before falling asleep, he watched silently as the group ate their dinner. Oh he knew that if he went down they'd probably have a plate for him, but he'd rather observe first and then approach. He caught several of them glancing towards the tree or up at him, they were curious he was sure, but he wouldn't be easing that curiosity tonight. So he faced the other way and ignored them, just because he was small, didn't mean he wasn't defenseless. The sooner they realize that, the better it would be for all of them.
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Harry groaned, rolling over to get away from the sun that dared to shine in his eyes. Only to yelp and shriek softly as he found himself hanging from the tree by his ankle. Groaning again, Harry took in his current situation, and found it slightly amusing and very annoying. It seemed that he hadn't secured the rope good enough, it had thankfully caught around his ankle otherwise he might have broken something in the fall.

Snickering caught his attention, "Strung up like a deer, ain'tcha!"

Ignoring the owner and his jib, Harry shot him a glare before untangling his feet and climbing back up into his perch. As quick as he could, the teen had his hammock tied to the branches of the tree, before swinging down the same rope onto the ground. Giving the rope a good yank, Harry quickly coiled it up and stowed it away, he wasn't giving anyone easy access to him or his stuff.

When he turned to face the group they were all staring at him. "Didn't anyone teach you that starring is wrong?"

An older man in a Hawaiian shirt chuckled. "We're just surprised to see you this morning. We thought you might have bolted during the night."

Harry just shrugged, "If there is ever a repeat of last night, I will leave. Besides it's dangerous to travel at night. Better to be on my own than unarmed cuz some prick said so."

The old man gestured to the empty seat beside him, "I'm Dale, can i ask how old you are?"

A quick glance around the camp told him some people were missing, "Sixteen in July."

The brunette woman sneered, "We had to send them on another supply run, because some ungrateful child won't share their supplies."

Harry just stared in surprise at the woman's tone before guffawing at her, she almost sounded like Snape! "Your a greedy, self-centered bitch. Glen and I brought back enough supplies to last the group at least a week."

"How dare you! You are a vile, uncouth child! Didn't your parents ever teach you manners?" The woman bristled in anger, the leader right behind her.

The teen just stared at her for a long while before a grin suddenly spread over his face. It made everyone uncomfortable, like a predator cornering its prey. "Tell me, does your husband know your pregnant with another man's child?"

Everyone held their breath as the woman paled drastically, the leader a few moments later. Harry thanked being able to sense things, it had only coming to him once Voldemort had died and he wasn't sure how to control it. But it came in handy when he felt like being vindictive towards certain types of people. The female went to say something but a red sports car pulled up, horn blaring. The leader was quick to cut it off before laying into Glen about his stupidity, and not five minutes later a large white box truck pulled into the quarry, parking behind the small red sports car Glen had stolen. Harry just smirked, the show was about to start, and the woman would deserve everything coming to her.