I'll trust again when the dead walk

Summary- An immortal Harry potter finds himself rather apathetic to the world around him. Mainly due to a combination of the death of everyone he cared about over the years and numerus betrayals by those he thought cared about him. Harry really thought he put his hero life behind him for a much more quite, human free life. But what happens when one of his rare trips outside the isolate life he met himself he finds the world has gone to hell. That the dead are walking and eating the living. Has Harry really put his saving people thing behind him and can he really leave the group he found to find for themselves?

I do not own Harry Potter or the walking dead nor do I make any money of off them.

This is most likely going to be slash, with Harry and Daryl.

Harry's animagus form

1 a Phantom panther-3

2. Hell cat-3

3. Nekimata -14(controlling plants)

4. Underwater panther/ Mishipeshu-4

Chapter seven

The group was packed up and currently getting ready to leave the camp grounds they had been on for the last couple of days. The last walker attack had happened so suddenly and had been much too large for anyone sane to want to stick around any longer than they had been. There had been some arguments, mostly between Rick, Shane and Lori, about where they were going to go before it was decided that they would all go with Rick suggestion of the CDC; much to the enragement of Shane.

Currently Harry was helping Daryl and Merle pack the remaining things in the back of their truck; everywhere already full of either people or other things. Using little bits of magic here and there to make it easier, as well as to fit more in the back without it become too obvious about it. Feeling rather glad that, at least were the brothers were concerned, he could be a little more open and helpful when it came to his magic.

Especially since while in the truck, since it was going to be just him and the brothers, they were going to go over things a little bit more when it came to his magic. Not to mention finally going over all the things he had in his bottomless bags.

At least all of what Harry could remember that was in the bags. Seeing as he really wouldn't put it past the house elves to sneak a couple of things in there when he wasn't looking; just because. Which meant that Harry was really going to have to wait till a time when the others weren't around to check what was inside. Hopefully with both Merle and Daryl there to help, that is if they wanted; seeing as they could probably come up with the best ideas to sneak some of the things to either themselves or the others.

Maybe they could use the CDC to help pass out some of the things that were in the bags, like some of the weapons, survival gear, and medical supplies at the very least. It wouldn't look as suspicious if Harry mention he found it there would it? And perhaps they could restock a little there as well, seeing as just what the place was to begin with. Just think of how much medical supplies would be there; not to mention all the others things that could be there as well.

Thinking on this Harry mentally reminded himself to bring it up in the truck with the brothers to see what they would think of it and if there then mention it when they actually got to the CDC. They could probably throw in some ideas there that would make things go smoother; after all, and for some reason Harry thought other might take this in a sad way. The two brothers knew more about humans and how they would react to things then him. Harry would rather deal with animals then humans most days and sometime after dealing with certain members of the group he was in that feeling was only reinforced.

Climbing into truck, Harry sat next to Daryl, as Merle began to drive, the other front seat taken up with the both brother's bags so if something happened it'd be a lot easier to grab and go then it would have it they had been in the back with the rest. The trip was actually quite for a little bit as the three in the truck gathered their thoughts until Daryl asked, quite suddenly; breaking the science.

"So I know from my grandma's tales magic can do a lot of different things. But Grandma's tales weren't always detailed more in a you have to see it and understand it yourself kind away. The ones where your imagination has to take over for you to picture it yourself. So what can magic do, or more importantly what can you do with you magic?" Then Merle spoke after his brother not giving Harry a chance to answer the question as he did so.

"Not to mention why do you look exactly like the fellow from her tales? And why do you have magic at all when she said magic had disappeared from this world altogether; or at least that's what she seemed to believe." Harry hearing this last question from Merle, as well as the questions Daryl asked winced slightly before taking a deep breath.

He had really never spoken about his past to anyone, honestly. In fact, beside the house elves and the animals at his home he rarely talked at all; even with his rare trips outside his home.

The last couple of weeks in fact were the most Harry had talked to anyone in a long time. Which could explain why he tended to blurt things out like he did. But still even he knew that it would be better to get some of his story out now then later. Later would hurt more if they found out and turned him away after he had opened up to them, like so many others had done. Now it hurt, if only because he had begun to open up to them but at least not as much as it would later if he had fully opened up to them. So with that in mind Harry began to answer both of them, starting with Merle's first because even Daryl looked more interested in those answers then his own.

"Well, let's start off with why I look so much like the guy from your grandmother's tales…I am assuming that in these tales the guy she spoke of had shorter messy hair, glasses and a very distinctive lightning bolt scar right?" at receiving nonverbal but still positive responses from the brothers Harry gave a slightly bitter smile before continuing.

"To put it bluntly, I am the person from those stories…though the stories themselves a probably exaggerated or warped due to time and people putting their own spin on them; like all tales usually are." Harry seeing the disbelieving looks that he was getting let loose a really bitter sounding laugh.

"Yeah, I know it's hard to believe, but I'm not lying here. I'm guessing those stories included a prophecy, a dark lord I defeated, maybe a dragon or two. If they haven't changed too much from the truth they would also include me hunting down the soul pieces of the dark lord I mention earlier. Then they would tell you how I found three objects that were said to have been given to mortals from death itself, and how after claiming these items and unwillingly becoming the master nearly everyone I cared about turned their backs on me. Only a very few not doing so." Again Harry paused and took a deep breath to calm himself down. Even if he was only giving the two brothers the bare bones about his past recalling everything that had happened still hurt; even after all this time.

"I don't know if her tales told you this but by accepting those items, the ones that were supposed to have been from death, no matter how unwillingly I had done so become immortal…" again another bitter laugh one that held a good deal of self-hatred in it.

"Currently I am over six hundred years old, and for the majority of that I have done everything I could to avoid civilization… because I knew they wouldn't accept me. Not after Luna and Neville that is. Those two never turned their back on me, and I'm guessing that is the family your Grandmother was from. I loath to admit but I lost track of their family a good two hundred years ago when another war broke out in the wizarding world…" Losing track of Luna and Neville's family was something Harry had always regretted because he had promised both Luna and Neville on their death beds he would do his best to protect them and by losing them he had not only broke that promise to them, but had lost a part of himself as well. Though if what Daryl and Merle Grandmother had told them was correct then it looked like Harry had gotten another chance; though he doubted either brother would just stand there and let him protect them but still it was a chance.

Shaking his head to clear it, and then looking out the nearest window, to avoid the looks he was getting from the Dixon brother, Harry started speaking again. This time answering the second question Merle had asked him.

"As for the magic disappear, I am not honestly sure about that. After I had lost track of Luna and Neville's family that was around the time I went into hiding full time. Finished building up my home, made sure no one could find it, made sure I could live off it without having to leave and shut the damn door; wanting to be alone…But I do know that if there are any out there, they have hidden themselves even deep than ever; more so then they have ever before. Maybe even in a side dimension or something similar to that because I don't feel them at all. Haven't been able to for a good while now. Though that isn't to say there isn't any magic on earth right now, just no others that can control it; not yet at least. I feel the magic of the earth even now, below out feet; it's wild and feels plentiful…" Still not looking at the brothers and not wanting to stop now, Harry began to answer Daryl's question feeling both brother's looks like drills in the back of his head as he did so.

"As for what magic I can do well, like I did say I have had six hundred years to practice and study it. There is a lot of magic I can do. Now magic I can do that would be helpful in these times. Well, those would be things like shields, blasting spells, Cutting spells, fire spells, spells to make water, spells to heat thing up instantly, wards…which are like more permeant shields over things, transfiguration, I can transform things like rocks into things like blades or more arrows even bullets, Or I could use my Animagus form, and let's not forget repairing charm, summoning charm, point me spell, which can be used to find things. There are so many different thing that can be done with magic and most of them I can do, as long as I have to power to do so….Not to mention the fact that my house elves…which are like...well they used to be, all but slaves to both witches and wizards but the ones I own have been with me for a very long time and are like family to me and they helped me remain sane. Not to mention they are the ones who made sure I actually went out and are most likely going to be happy as hell that I am bring people to the house, when I do eventually bring you and the others…if you still want to go that is. And-" A hand suddenly covering Harry's mouth stopped him from speaking and caused him to jerk up to see that a rather amused looking Daryl had covered his mouth. Daryl upon seeing Harry look simply told Harry

"You where yammering on again, I had to shut you up somehow now didn't I" Hearing this Harry blushed and was about to say something when Merle started cursing and pulled to a sudden stop. It seemed that Dale's RV had broken down yet again.

Seeing this Harry rolled his eyes slightly and got out of car; along with both Daryl and Merle. Before they all went over to where the RV was smoking. Harry watched as Merle step ahead of them and popped the hood of the van and began to work on it trying to fix what was wrong. Seeing this Harry smirked and wanted to say something to the group about how they thought they didn't need Merle just a couple of days ago, but decided not to. Instead he turned to Daryl, and in a voice that was just loud enough for those around him to hear if they were eavesdropping.

"And to think if Merle wasn't here they'd be up a shit creek without a paddle when it comes to fixing this." This got an amused look from Daryl and to Harry's going an angry blush from both Lori, Shane and even Rick. It seems those three where listening into what he had to say; for shame.

It didn't take Merle long before for he was able to fix the RV, maybe ten minutes at most, and all of them where back in the vehicles they had gotten out form and were back on the road. Harry now biting his lip in nervousness knowing he couldn't avoid the two brother's reaction now. Only to nearly drop his jaw and go wide eyed when all Merle said to him after he had gotten back in the truck was.

"Now what in those bags of yours? You made it sounded like you have quite a bit in there and I got to say, honestly those bottomless bag sound very helpful; especially with those feather light charms you mentioned added on. Could have used a few of those myself a couple of time in the past." Hearing this and correctly assuming both brother accepted him and honestly didn't give a hoot about his past, besides it was that in the past, shakily began to answer Merle; this time doing his best to keep it short and sweet.

"Well there's enough food to feed a whole horde of people for a good month. And I mean hot fresh food…with things like bread eggs, fresh meats and all kinds of things you can't find out here in the wild. Which is why I can't just pop it out and give it to the others without questions being asked. There is hospital or two worth of medical supplies in the other bag, if you can think of it medicine wise then it's most likely in that bag. Other than that there are weapons in the bag, a good six hundred years' worth of collected weapons and that is to say a lot because before I really went into hiding I went to travel the world collecting weapons and training with them to waste time…not to mention that one bag you saw me shove all the hunting supplies and camping supplies in. That was a rather big story with quite a lot of different things in it; now which are all mostly in the bags."

This got Harry a nod as both brothers went quite looking to be deep in thought. Harry seeing this looked out the window and began to think himself of just how he would break the news to the others, when he was going to, to whom he was going to do it to, and then finally how, until he decided to do this, he was going to share his supplies. Hopefully it would be easier to do so at the CDC.

The next time the truck pulled to a stop they were finally at the CDC only it seemed that the CDC wasn't what anyone of them excepted, and Daryl worded it quite right when he spat out.

"He led us right to a graveyard."