A/N: Happy Belated 4th of July to all my fellow Americans! I had planned on working on this during the weekend, but I was honestly too busy enjoying my 3 day weekend. As well as watching the Walking Dead marathon. :)
So this chapter is in Draco's POV. As I mentioned, this story will vary in POV's. I hope you enjoy this chapter! And a big thank you to my two reviewers- Clirkus and Shiori Yoshida! Stay with me guys! Hopefully I don't let you down! :)
Pain. Anger. Annoyance. Those were only a few of the things Draco was feeling right now, not even mentioning confusion. After Mr. Weasley had died—and then come back and died again—Hermione and Harry had gone out to get muggle weapons. They had suddenly been put in charge of training to learn how to operate, aim, and fire the darn weapons. But they didn't just have the rest of us learn how to work the weapons, oh no! They also made us run and jump like muggles. Granger said it was because when we got out there, there would be moments when we would have to run and jump over obstacles to save our lives.
'Why can't we just apparate?' Draco had asked.
'Because we can't always rely on our magic. If our energy is drained, we won't be able to apparate,' she replied.
So, after running, jumping, throwing, and firing weapons, Draco was now lying down in the grass outside. Not caring about how filthy he was. Not caring how much he hated his life right now. But he did care about what was happening to their world.
He had not been able to reach his friends, Pansy and Blaise since the world had gone into chaos. He had no idea if they were alive or dead, or walking around dead biting people. Draco shook his head. He still couldn't wrap his head around what was happening. At first he thought those things were inferi, and either Voldemort had returned or another dark wizard was going to cause an uprising and another war. But when he saw the bloody chaos in Diagon Alley; when he saw a woman bite a chunk out of Mr. Ollivander, Draco knew that wasn't the case. Something else was going on, and all he knew was that he had to get back to his mother.
She of course didn't believe anything he had told her, until Mr. Weasley's patronus arrived, ordering them in a panicked voice to go directly to Shell Cottage. She knew that they would only receive a patronus from someone in the Order if it was a dire emergency.
It had been three days since they arrived at Shell Cottage. Three days since Mr. Weasley had been bitten and had died. Three days they've been training from sunup to sundown.
Draco sighed heavily. He had to find out where Pansy and Blaise were and if they had survived. His mind made up, he walked into the house and found Hermione, McGonagall, Harry, and Kingsley around a table looking at maps, with Ron running through different radio broadcasts.
'For anyone still alive, please remain indoors, and board up your doors and windows. If you have been bitten, report to a medical center immediately.'
'It is believed that this is epidemic began in major cities all over the world. New York, London, Moscow, and Jerusalem were hit hardest three days ago. It is unknown what exactly caused the epidemic, but it is spreading drastically. All military units around the world have set up medical, food, and shelter centers for those in need. They urge you to stay indoors if you have not been bitten-'
'This is a military broadcast. If you have been bitten, seek medical attention immediately. If you-'
"Shut it off Ron. It's all the same," Hermione said, not looking up from the maps.
Ron clicked the radio off and saw Draco. "What do you want?"
Draco rolled his eyes. Despite defecting and helping the Order, Ron and he still hated each other. "I need to talk to whoever is in charge of this entire ordeal." He looked at Hermione.
Everyone looked at Hermione. Hermione sighed. "What is it Draco?" she said, rubbing her temples.
"I need to find out if Pansy and Blaise made it, and where they are," he said.
"We can't afford to send anyone to look for them right now-"
"I'll go alone," Draco cut her off.
She glared at him. "No you won't. No one goes out there alone, and as I said, we can't afford to-"
"Why? Because it's just Pansy and Blaise? If it was Harry or bloody Weasley, you'd be out there yourself looking for them!"
They stood there and glared at each other until Harry cleared his throat. "I'll go with him Hermione. He's right. And if we can find more people alive, that's more of a chance we have to stop this."
Hermione sighed. "Okay, just be careful. Be back within the hour! I don't want to lose you guys too," she said sincerely.
To say Draco was shocked was an understatement. He looked at her and he could tell she was exhausted, and that she probably hadn't slept that well the last few nights. He simply nodded, not knowing what to say, and led Harry out the door.
"So do you have an idea where to start?" Harry asked.
"We'll start at Pansy's. Blaise spends most of his time there anyway," Draco said grabbing a gun and some ammo, as Hermione had called it.
Harry grabbed a gun and ammo as well. "Draco, you know the chances of finding them already-"
"I know!" Draco snapped. He breathed heavily and said more calmly, "I know, but I have to try to find them."
Harry simply nodded and grabbed onto Draco. "Lead the way," he said, before Draco closed his eyes and apparated to Pansy's manor.
The apparated to the front door, and while Draco listened through the door for noises inside, Harry looked around outside, making sure no zombies were around.
"It's quiet inside," Draco murmured.
"We're clear out here, as far as I can tell," Harry said quietly.
"Alright, let's go," Draco said opening the door.
They walked in slowly, scared of what they might find. It was dark in the manor, but they could still see the smears of blood on the floors and the walls. It made Draco sick thinking it was Pansy's or Blaise's blood.
"Homenum revelio," Harry murmured. His wand vibrated towards the upstairs. "Someone's up there."
"Does that reveal these zombie people too?" Draco asked.
Harry thought a moment and shrugged. "I'm not sure. We haven't really tested it before."
"I guess we're going to test it now," Draco said, before leading the way quietly up the stairs.
When they reached the top, Draco gestured towards Harry's wand for him to do the spell again.
"Homenum revelio," Harry murmured again, and his wand vibrated towards one of the doors at the end of the hall.
When they reached the door, they got their guns out to prepare for the worst. They opened the door slowly, and were blinded by flashes of light aimed at them.
"Reducto!"
"Expulso!"
Harry sent up a shield charm so he and Draco could get through the door.
"Bloody hell, stop! It's me!" Draco shouted through the door.
"Draco?" came a scared panicked woman's voice. The door was flung open, and there stood Pansy with Blaise behind her, his wand at the ready. Pansy's face broke out into a relieved smile and she flung herself at Draco. "It is you! We thought it was more of those…those things!"
Draco noticed she was shaking, probably from fear and trying to hold in her tears. He patted her back. "It's fine Pansy. You and Blaise need to come with us."
"What's going on Draco? What the bloody hell are those things?" Blaise demanded.
"We'll explain when we get there. But we need to go now!" Harry exclaimed looking around and out the windows. "There could be some around that we aren't aware of."
"When we get where? Potter, tell us right now what's going on!" Blaise shouted.
"To headquarters where we will explain everything-"
"What are those things? My parents are dead because of them, now tell me what they are!" Pansy demanded.
Harry sighed and nodded to Draco.
"All we know for sure is that these things used to be people, but when you get bit or scratched by one of them, you get infected. You'll eventually die and then, well come back as one of them," Draco explained.
Pansy and Blaise looked at Draco and Harry with blank looks on their faces.
"Wait, you're saying those things used to be people, but they came back to life?" Blaise asked.
"Well, not exactly to life," Draco said, rubbing the back of his head. "But we'll explain it all when we go, now let's go!"
Harry led Blaise and Pansy out with Draco behind them. Draco kept a look out behind them to make sure they weren't being followed, but he ran into Pansy. "What the bloody hell?"
"Draco, we need to get out now!" Harry whispered harshly.
"What? Wh-" He was cut off by moaning and shuffling coming down the hall. It was getting louder, and it sounded like there were a lot of dead people coming down the hall towards them. "Pansy, are the wards down?"
"What? I-I don't know-"
"We need to apparate out of here! Are they down?"
"I-I think so. With father dead, they should be," she said before Draco grabbed her hand and Harry grabbed Blaise's hand. They didn't go anywhere. The wards were still up.
"Shit. Back to the room," Draco ordered, getting his gun out and pointed it towards the oncoming walkers.
"What the bloody hell is that?" Blaise asked.
"Just get in that room!" Draco shouted, while Harry shot at a walker that had gotten close to them.
Pansy screamed and covered her ears, while Blaise guided her into the room.
"Now what?" Harry yelled, shooting at another walker.
"I don't bloody know Potter!" Draco shouted back, killing two walkers of his own.
The walkers seemed to be growing in numbers instead of diminishing. Harry pulled Draco into the room and he magically concealed the door, which would hopefully hold until they figured out what to do. Draco slid down the wall and put his head in his hands and sighed. Granger was not going to be happy when they didn't show up within the hour. But he'd give anything just to see her and take her wrath right now.
