"Well that's interesting and all," A man said somewhere the other side of the group, as the group split apart it showed an old man with a beard and typical farmer clothes, a white top with black suspenders and trousers, pants Harry reminded himself, "but whatever you are you are not staying on my farm," He said as he held a shotgun at him.


When asked by people, "What's it like to travel through dimensions", Harry would always answer: Painful.

This is not because the process is terrible, it's just a light squeeze and a rough landing. It's more the after effects of travelling through dimensions that hurt him. The brain-mouth filter being disabled for an hour or two after his landing always gets him hit or stabbed or sometimes chained in a bedroom and whips and other unspeakable things.

Now resurrection is similar to dimension travel. Because Death created both the dimension travel and the resurrection, they both have the same flaws. No brain-mouth filter, a more than healthy dose of sarcasm as well as the ability to be extremely annoying in a really short space of time.

So when Harry saw the man pointing a double-barreled shotgun at him he immediately went into 'sarcastic-attack' mode.

It was named by a nice man called Tony Stark when they met for the first time in a cave. He was being extremely sarcastic to people that were holding him whilst also periodically lunging at them. Tony called it 'sarcastic-attack' because the sarcasm unbalanced them and then Harry attacked them while they were disorientated.

"That's a mighty fine weapon you have there my man," Harry said, whilst looking at the gun in quite a perverse way, "I hope you don't blow your l-". He was cut off by a hand over his mouth.

Following the hand to an arm and an arm to a person he saw that Rick had put his hand over his mouth to stop him saying something he would most likely regret immediately after having said it.

He sort of heard Rick and Shane try to apologise to the man as he walked away, angry and embarrassed. Harry just stood in the middle of the group, surprise on his face before he started to chuckle.

He heard two other people start to laugh as well before sharp whispers made them stop. Looking over, he saw T-Dog and Daryl with hidden grins on their face

"What was that?" He heard Rick shout as he walked back over to the group, leaving Shane and Old Farmer man to probably get angry over his existence.

"Well it basically goes like this Woody," Harry said, accidentally reverting back the nickname he used for Rick a couple of days ago, "I was technically brain dead right, so when my magic restarted my body, the magic restarts the main parts of my brain, like speech and motor functions and some of the essential stuff to get my out of situations. Unfortunately, self-control is almost one of the last things that get 'restarted' for lack of a better word, so I have moments where I say and do the first thing that comes into my mind." He finished, looking at a confused but seemingly more enlightened Rick. But a frowning Dale was also seen, but before he could ask the millions of questions he probably had the voice of the man who on-off hated him spoke up.

"Well we get to stay for a little while," Shane said as he approached the group, "but unfortunately, we have to help out with things around the place every day we are on the farm."

"I'm sure we can help out while we get sorted out," Rick says as he looks at the group, his hands on his hips as he stands next to Shane.

"Yeah, but old magic boy over there," Shane says as he ignores the indignant cry from Harry, "has to use some of his voodoo to help out a lot more than the rest of us."

"What?" Harry asks confused, "I thought that old cotton eye joe hated me?"

"Well apparently that if you're staying you have to pull your weight with some fancy magic tricks," Shane says, looking uncomfortable.

"You told him about the CDC didn't you?" Harry asks, immediately knowing what was going on.

"Well he was going to force us off his land," Shane suddenly shouted, "he was freaked, he was going on about you being the devil and how that we need to be off god's land." Shane took a breath to calm down, "I told him how you kept the CDC running for a couple minutes longer and then he was suddenly interested. Free labour, a man that can create things out of thin air, that's worth a lot."

Harry just puts his head in his hands as Shane talks, realising the corner he's painted himself into. Refuse to do the advanced and draining magic probably every day and get the group killed, a group he knows he needs to help find the artefact, or, do the advanced magic and possibly die multiple times as the group asks for more and more advanced items and foods.

Harry looks up to see everyone in the group looking at him. Looking at each person, in turn, Harry turns to Shane and asks.

"What does he want me to do?"


A/N - 15/02/2016 - I'm back. New short chapter. This has been bothering me for a while so it's short so I can get it out of the way. A short time skip between this chapter and the next one because summing things up is easier than writing several chapters explaining things that do not need to have several dedicated chapters. TWD is returning and that made me return to this. I'll probably do some more chapters and then disappear back into the night like Batman. But now I know where this story is going and where I'm going to stop it so there is that at least.

-GH