Tada! Another chapter! Argh I suck so much despite that so much of you followed and favourited this story and I've taken so long to update… If you read Avengers fics, I have some one-shots up so please check them out :)

Hey guys any pairing you like?

Rick/Harry (from AnimeVamp1997)

Shane/Lori

Harry/Glenn

Daryl/Glenn

Daryl/Carol

Harry/Amy

And any others you'd like to see :)

27/9 OMYFUCKINGGOD just went to Maroon 5 live concert and it was so GODDAMN GOOD how is this my life?

WTF a month since my last update… SORRY

Harry's breath hitched. 'Move!' A middle aged, white haired man barked in the doorway. 'Quickly! When that door closes, it stays closes!' He roared. Rick quickly kicked into action. 'Grab your bags! Let's go!' Harry followed Rick, and a disbelieving Shane, into the building.

His jaw dropped. He had never gone to such a big… modern… rich… muggle facility before. There had been some field trips in his school years, but his Uncle had always refused to sign the permission sheet, and he was left alone at school with the teacher glaring at him because she originally could have a free lesson, and his name was slandered by Dudley so severely that even the teachers believed in the oversized piglet. The building might be a too blinding white for his own taste, but it was good.

Now the whole group was in, the doors slid shut behind them. Harry supressed a shiver as cold rushed up his spine. 'You cold?' Jacqui asked, concerned. Harry shook his head, fighting to keep the goofy smile off his face. Jacqui was too damn similar to Molly sometimes…

The man brought them into a large room full of computers. He remembere Dudley used to have some, though he hadn't had the privelige to explore it. Hermione had shown them pictures once, before they were on the run, before he and Ron and Hermione and Draco were just carefree teenagers in the world, not giving a shit about anything but Professor Flitwick's new charm or Professor's Snape's high quality essays or the twin's newest prank or the latest sweet in Honeydukes or the price of butterbeer. Draco and Ron had been amazed, Draco a bit incredulous, while Hermione and Harry laughed gleefully for days afterwards.

The hot water poured down Harry's bare skin, slightly scalding, but it was the best experience Harry had had for the past year. Running for your lives, mourning, there weren't times when he could relax freely like he could now.

His room was about as big as he used to have at the Dursleys, but this was far more cozy and far more welcoming. Sighing happily, he flopped on the bed, breathing deeply.

It was the summer after Sirius' death, the summer after Remus slowly and surely drew away from human contact.

Harry only wished he was with Remus, but it wasn't possible. Instead he was stuck- here- with Snape and the ferret.

'Clear your mind!' Snape snapped. Grumbling Harry tried to force the image of Remus out of his consciousness, but he really sucked at occulumency. Malfoy's laboured breathing significantly slowed from behind him. 'Well done Draco.' Snape said approvingly.

'Why do you need occulumency for, Malfoy?' Harry asked when they were dismissed. 'Stay out of my business, Potter.' Malfoy sneered.

'What, too scared?' Harry jeered. 'Afraid of Daddy Malfoy?'

Apparently that was the wrong move, because the next minute a ruby red streaked hurled towards him and he doubled over in pain, a dull thud as his head connected with te stone floor. 'Shut up,' Malfoy seethed with crazed grey eyes, 'Shut the fuck up.'

He swept down the corridor, leaving Harry on the ground.

Harry jolted awake. He didn't really needed reminder of the first real hex Malfoy had sent his way. The blonde had avoided him like a plague after that, though Harry still shared his occlumency sessions.

He had heard that this building had a library. Maybe it'd help take his mind off the amazing bouncing ferret.

Carol, Sophia, and Carl were just coming out when he neared the room. 'Don't go in.' Carol lay a cautionary hand on his arm. 'Shane and Mom's in there.' Carl said.

'I won't.' Harry reassured Carol. She smiled faintly and led the children down the hallway.

Of course, being a Gryffindor to the bone he hung outside, hearing as the voices within escalated. There were occasional crashes, Harry winced with every sound.

Finally Shane stormed out of the room, and Harry flattened himself against the wall. Still, Shane noticed him. Grabbing him by his collar, Shane held Harry in a death grip. 'Stay the fuck away from our business.' He growled. Releasing him, he stormed down the corridor, his footsteps resonating.

Harry slipped into the room when Shane disappeared into the hallway. Lori was sitting there, her eyes red and puffy, her clothing disheveled.

'Hey, you okay?' Harry asked softly. Lori looked up, scooting over so that he could sit on the couch as well. 'It's nothing,' She paused. 'Don't tell Rick.' Lori pleaded. 'Please.'

Harry disagreed, but he wouldn't argue with her. 'I won't.' He promised. 'I won't.'

'Thanks Riddle.' Lori whispered. They fell into comfortable silence again until Lori said, 'Shane's a douchebag.'

'Mmh.'

'He's a jerk.'

'Yup.'

'I fucking hate his guts.'

'Not bad.'

Lori burst into tears again. 'I was so fucking stupid.' She sobbed, burying her face in her hands. 'So fucking stupid.'

'It's okay to be stupid,' Harry said, even if he had no idea what was going on, 'From time to time.'

They sat there in companiable silence, Lori crying her heart out and Harry sitting next to her.

When Lori finally stood up to leave the room, she turned to say, 'You know, for a 17 year old you're pretty mature, Draco.'

Harry shrugged. 'It comes with experience.'

Smiling slightly yet sadly, Lori left Harry alone.

After a good nights rest, the group gathered again at the central control room. Then, as the good doctor explained about the infe… walkers, and the visual image of the, uh, person played on, Harry let his mind wander. He wondered how the hell he had gotten here in the first place. Was it really Dolohov's mispronounciation? After all, Wingardium le-vi-o-SA didn't produce the effects of Wingardium le-vi-O-sa.

Harry's eyes though, was attracted to some blinking red numbers on the wall. His eyes needed refocusing, after all his eyeglasses were old and he was still lost in the haze of memories.

'Um.' Harry asked tentatively when the visualiser switched off, 'What are those numbers?' He jerked a hand towards the blinking red lights. It was a countdown, he could see, but for what?

'It's a timer.' The doctor said. 'For what?' Rick's protectiveness kicked in, 'What happens after an hour?'

'The fuel runs out and the building explodes.' The doctor deadpanned.