Darkest between life and unlife

HP/Walking Dead

Writer: Darksider82

Beta: Wingedseerwolf

"Chatting"

"Thoughts"

IV: Cracks and explanations

"What you interested in T-Dog?" Asked Harry as he bit a chunk out of a bread roll, offered to him in a basket from Maggie, who was sitting opposite to him.

"Lets see, my childhood wasn't exactly the best. My Aunt Petunia, had a grudge against my mother for something I didn't quite understand at the time but now I understand. My Uncle, for some reason despised my existance and he and my cousin tried and did make my life very unpleasent." Harry began before looking at his grandad.

"Grandad, this hard for me to say and you to hear but I need to get this off my chest." Harry said and Dale nodded.

"My Uncle would deny letting me have any food, the food he did let me have was the scraps and the remains that he and my cousin hadn't devoured. If you placed a beef steak in front of them they would eat the entire thing to just deny me anything. Aunt Petunia wasn't much better, except she would slip me food whenever they weren't looking."

Dale stared at his grandson. He had noticed that whenever Harry spoke about something important, if he knew what had happened it would most likely be true. However Rick looked at Harry with hard gaze with a hint of sympathy. "What did they make you do?" Glenn asked.

Harry, to everyones surprise smirked coldly "You really want to know? Grandad you want to know how bad it was for me?" He asked.

Dale gulped "Yes...Lay it all down, as I would tell your mom, 'If something is wrong, cut the fluffy story just give me the truth no matter how ugly'." He stated not once blinking at his grandsons face.

"All right, my Uncle like the belt. He whipped me for almost anything that went wrong. It started when I was five, I was carrying a cup of coffee to him and I tripped. It went over his trousers and I got whacked. I got whacked because I learnt to walk, talk, spell and do anything better than my cousin...By the time I could see over the stove and read confidently by which time I was six or seven, I was expected to cook."

Everyone took a sharp intake of breath. "Monster", "Despicable" were some of the words said around the table. "What a bastard." Sophia stated.

"Sophia, now is not the time to be using the language you heard from me whilst we were running." Snapped Harry, causing Sophia to blush slightly.

"Alas, Sophia is correct. Anyway it wasn't just toast, coffee and that. It was full breakfast consisting of beans, waffles, fries, eggs both boiled and scrambled. Sausages, fresh orange juice. All of this to be on the table by nine in the morning before he sat at the table. On the weekends and holidays I was expected to empty and load the laundry, the garden, clean and polish the furniture." Harry carried on.

"He only got me started on the ironing when I turned ten thankfully."

"What about during the christmas holidays?" Dale asked. "Because I used to come over then for the duration."

Harry grinned warmly "Those were the best holidays because they were the only times the four of us actually cleaned the house. Paint the illusion of a happy family."

"Harry, they should be in jail. Now I've got to ask, what's this grudge your aunt has against you?" Asked Shane, for once trying to be civil.

"Mum, went to this school for selected students. It was more of 'You don't contact us...We contact you.' Sort of places. Their were three classes of children that went their purists, halves and mud." Harry explained.

"Like first, second and third class citizens? How are people classified?" chirped up Lorid.

"Purists, whole family on both sides have been attending the school for generations. Too remain like that some of the families have taken to marrying into each other. Halves, which include me have one parent in this case my dad and a first generation attendee. The muds, also known as first generations are as they say first in their family to attend. THAT is why my aunt has the grudge my mum, the baby sister was selected and she didn't."

Harry then went on to explain as best he could the school and the lessons he had without trying to give away the fact that he was a wizard. Suddenly a massive electric shock ran up his spine, as a massive thunderclap rocked the area. "What the hell was that!" Daryl shouted.

Everyone looked at one another in shock. Everyones eyes widened more as a Great Horned Owl sailed into the open window and onto Harry's shoulder. Harry grabbed the note.

Harry
You are so fucking dead. The deadman's switch only activated after a run in with thirty walkers. You better find me.
Love
Katie.
P.S. The thunderclap was the switch working.

"Harry, whats the note say? Hand it over." Demanded Shane, pulling out his knife.

"Fuckyou Shane. The note is private, as for who it was from my girlfriend. I've been wondering if she was alright but apparently so...Now I'm going to find her, IF my luck has rubbed off on her, she was near that clap of thunder and about to get a welcoming wagon of the hungry kind." He growled as he headed out the house.

"Oh, thanks for Dinner Miss Greene, delicious."

Harry, Daryl and Glenn charged out the house towards the RV where Harry ran in summoned two shotguns, hatchet, wrench and some ammo. He had dived into the shotgun seat next to Glenn as Daryl persued them.

Harry pulled out his wand and murmered "Point me, Katie Bell." The wand spun and pointed due north. Glenn noticed the stick suddenly spun and pointed North.

"What are you?" He asked as they shot along the deserted road.

"A wizard. I mean couldn't it be possible that witches and wizards exist? I mean what are the chances of the Dead rising?" Retorted Harry, causing Glenn to grin.

Meanwhile Katie, still under a dissilusionment charm held her wand out as she directed herself to the main road. She ducked around a walker, with a non-verbal severing charm parted its head from its body.

Moving quicky, Katie dropped the spell and ran for the road. "Get to the road. Location charm, find distance to Harry, find Harry. It's quick its simple and effective." She told herself.

She cast two bludgening hexes chucking several walkers backwards amd on to their backs. She and Harry were quite similar, both liked brute force and anatomical spells but she was better at using them effectively. Harry just let his magical strength do the talking instead of refining them.

She had to aim to maximise impact, Harry maximised impact on principle. "Harry, you're on the couch next time we meet. EXPECTO PATRONUM!" A silver Osprey shot out of her wand and dissapeared.

Daryl, who was leading the convoy out of the corner of his eyes, saw a flash of silver. He slid to a stop, kicked out his kickstand on the bike as Glenn and Harry slid to a stop behind him. "Saw something, a silver flash. Stay loose."

Harry saw the flash and smirked "It's magic, Daryl. Could be one of fifteen people that I taught could do that spell." He whispered pulling his wand out and hatchet.

Then he saw the shape of it "What is it Daryl? The shape I mean?"

Daryl was a bt disconnected at the thought of actual wizards existing "Female Osprey. Why?"

Harry grinned as he summoned his patent silver stag "Only one person, I know has that particular warden. The one we're looking for." Harry replied.

A mass amount of groaning was heard, Harry turned around wand lighting up and they found thirty or so Walkers shambling towards them. "Fuck this...Use your ammo." Daryl said as he began firing his crossbow.

Harry nodded picked the shotgun up, as he did so his mind flashedback to his fourteenth birthday which he spent in Georgia with his grandparents. Dale had taken him to go shooting.

He smiled and pulled the trigger. The kick was as he remembered, five walkers fell. He pumped and fired again, again, again and again. He drained the SPAS 15 of its ammo. Not wasting time reloading he slung it onto his back and drew one of his handguns and he began to shoot.

Katie heard the outbreak of gunfire and began to stumble towards the commotion. She burst out the treeline launching off a chain of bone breaking curses the five bone breakers connected with the five skulls of the remaining walkers putting the lot down.

Daryl spun nocking his crossbow "Freeze! Who are you!" He called out.

Katie holstered her wand and raised her hands "Katie Bell." Darly lowered the crossbow.

"Sorry about the welcoming commitee not being a decent one, we need to get you back to our camp. I'm Daryl, cap boy is Glenn and the other one well you know who he is."

Katie nodded, She nodded to Glenn and her face split a grin the moment she saw the shaggy ratnest hair of Harry. "You, Hadrian are in some deep shit." She called as she walked over.

She fell into the arms of her walker splattered boyfriend before promptly slapping him across the face. "For not activating the trigger soon enough." She stated.

"Sorry, but the trigger from how I interpreted it in the books said when your life was in IMMINENT danger. In this case about to become Katie a la carte."

Katie blushed "Prat...Anyway lets go. You can fill me in on who's dependable, annoying and all that." With that everyone set off, Harry quickly kicked a walker in the face as it tried to scratch him on his way into the car. It's legs had been separated by Glenn's shotgun.

The four made their way back in silence. Nothing but hum of the car and muffled roar of the motorbike.

Meanwhile back at the farm everyone was doing a security check to make sure no walkers had snuck onto the property. "Shane, do you honestly think I'm doing a good job as a leader?" Asked Rick seriously as he held his flashlight and revolver out.

Shane grunted "Doing alright, I think you've made a tonne wrong calls at the worst times and as a result we've lost people but you're doing okay."

"I need to ask you something, that Harry kids story. I mean it almost sounds too good to be true. I think some of its true but how much, give me ten minutes and I'll have the pure truth out of him."

"Shane, we've been over this. I want the truth from him as much as anyone. But pushing him is not going to help, besides he and Dale need to talk more in depth about their family problems." Rick replied handing Shane the torch and making his way back to the farm.

Shane, kept the light on Rick to ensure he could see where he was going. Again the monster within him screamed at him to pull the trigger and kill Rick. "No, he may have made mistakes but I can't he's still my best friend."

Rick entered the camp to find Daryl, Glenn, Harry who had his arms wrapped around a brown haired girl he had never seen before. "Harry, whose the lady with you?"

"Katie, this is Rick. Rick, I want you to meet Katie. She's the one that set off that explosion. For what reason, I do not know. Possibly to get my attention because when I was at school aside from getting into trouble with teachers, sports injuries, I was helping make things go bang." Harry said not making eye contact with the former sheriff deputy, more interested in holding Katie to him.

"Shane'll want answers." Rick said causing a smirk from Katie.

"He can wait, until we're ready. All you need to know is I met Harry at school on our quidditch team." She said.

"Quidditch?" Asked Rick.

"Not the sanest or safest of games. Massive zero gravity pitch, six hoops, fourteen players, four balls, two of which are made of iron and are sen around trying to injure the players." Explained Katie and Rick winced.

"Katie, the one person I want you to meet is Dale Horvarth." Harry, said as Dale came to join them.

"Harry, is this the lovely Katie Bell that you've told me about?" He asked with a wide grin.

Katie and Harry nodded, Dale pulled the pair of them into a hug "Thank lord you're okay...We heard the explosion and thought the worse." He whispered.

"Just who is she?" A barely restrained voice of rage growled.