Darkest between life and unlife
HP/Walking Dead
Writer: Darksider82
Beta: Wingedseerwolf
"Chatting"
"Thoughts"
IX: To ride the pale horse part 2
Everyone was in uproar in the early afternoon on the Greene farm. It appeared Shane had snuck out and beaten the seven shades of shit out of the boy in the wood shed.
"Shane, the fuck is wrong with you?" Growled Rick over breakfast after Rick had delivered breakfast to the prisoner.
"I was getting information out of him. He knows Maggie, he's a liability. He could lead his group to us." Shane replied.
Harry, Katie and Neville had just come back with Sophia having taught her the universal rule of a fist fight for a young girl. Play dirty and mean, Harry was wrapping up some bite marks. Neville had decided to use Harry as the bite dummy. However Harry got his revenge and got him as the punch, kick and stamp dummy.
Hence why the pair of them looked a bit worn out and Sophia had a vindictive grin on her face. She picked up a few expressions, facial as well as verbal. The one she was portaying was the vindictive one with a smirk her teeth protruding. "Can't you knock the seven shades of shit out of those two Harry?" She asked innocently.
Everyone stared at her. "Sophia! Where did you learn that language?" Exclaimed Carol.
Harry loved Carol, she was the second person to treat him like a son just like Mrs. Weasley. However Carol understood the times they were living in and understood Sophia needed to learn the skills Harry had taught her. She didn't like, Harry knew that she knew but she accepted it. That was the thing with Carol, she gave him advice and pointed him in the direction he wanted with Katie, she never held his hand unlike the loud, warm and sometimes overbearing Mrs. Weasley. "Sorry Carol, she's picked a lot of habits up from me. Some I'm sorry about such as the language but others not so."
"Harry, opinion on the guy woodshed. What should we do with him?" Asked Shane.
"Honestly, turn him loose, blindfolded and with enough water for three days and a bullet." Replied Harry shrugging.
"Why water and no food and a bullet?"
"You can live without food. A bullet to kill himself with should he get bit."
Soon enough Shane, Rick and Randall. Harry had found out the boys name from Daryl after the hunter had threatened him with the fly covered hand of his elder brother Merle.
The former cops found themselves at a publics work station, Shane pulled the teen out of the trunk of the car and they headed inside. Shane was planning to murder Randall and Rick as well.
The three of them made their to the fence when two uniformed walkers saw them. Shane instinctively went for his gun but Rick had slit his finger and was rubbing blood onto the fence and quickly stabbed them with his knife. "Guns are quick but there are other ways to do this."
Back at the farm, Lori was in a panic. Beth was in a serious depression and she had just hid the knife from her lunch plate. She went to the person, she knew who could talk some sense into her. Harry.
Speak of the devil and he may appear, Harry walked out of the shadows with his shotgun over his shoulder and another across his femur. "What is it?"
"Beth's suicidal...She stole the knife when I took her lunch."
Harry pulled up his shirt revealing several marks on his right arm. "Katie saved me...I'll deal with it or get Kat to help."
Meanwhile by now Shane had just toppled a motorbike onto Rick. He grimaced and pulled out his revolver as six walkers descended upon him. Six shots, six kills with one going through two eye sockets and into the thirds brain.
Randall had got his hands on a knife, cut his bonds free and was now frantically searching for the paler cop. It seemed to him, if he could assist him, he would have a better chance of surviving.
Randall then collided with Rick. "Sir, I was coming..." He was cut off as Rick screamed at him to run and head for the SUV. Shane watched as his partner abandoned him. "You know, you'd have done the same." He stumbled backwards as the walkers began to crack the doors on the school bus.
At the farm Katie and Maggie left Beth with a knife in her room. "Why did you leave the knife?" Maggie asked.
Katie grinned "I did the same thing with my man. Look at him, he's fine." Maggie couldn't help but grin at that. "Yeah, he is."
Harry was sitting on the boundary of the fence with Sophia next to him. He was teaching her the art of being a sentry. "You can master fence sitting, you can do it anywhere. Besides its time for me to show you...I mean teach you how to shoot a shotgun."
Sophia grinned and picked up the 20 guage SPAS. Harry handed it to her. "First of all. Always assume it is loaded and primed, thus never point it at anyone unless you intend to kill." Harry then taught her to load and unload the shotgun shells.
"What's the differences between ours? You said mine is a 20gauge and yours is a 12."
"Don't quite understand it myself. Think of it like this the more balls in the cartridge equals guage and the less of a kick. Lower gauge more kick." Harry replied before setting up a string of cans some several feet away.
It didn't take long before Sophia could hit the cans with buck, bird and slugs. "That's enough for today. Reparo! Accio spent shotgun cartridges."
The shells came back to Harry who with a long complicated incantation managed to recycle the shells. "Harry that was totally wicked."
"Totally draining. Not a word to the rest, I'd rather not be wasting energy on replacing bullets if I don't have to." Harry said grinning as they headed back, they noticed Rick, Shane and Randall come tearing up the driveway.
"Well? Why didn't you kill him?" Asked Harry looking Shane in the eye.
"Rick wasn't cut out to do it. Says he'll do it tonight."
Harry nodded "I don't agree but thats just me."
Dale heard this and quickly pulled Harry to one side. "I don't like this path you're on Harry. Casually deciding the fate of a boy not much older than you regardless of what he's done or not done."
"What about the group? All I want is something stable grandad. Sure I've got you, Kat and Neville and all of that..."
Dale nodded "I understand. I'll call a meeting with everyone."
It appeared Rick had the same idea and that evening everyone piled onto the Greene's living room. Harry was slouched against the wall, wetstone in hand sharpening his hatchet and knife.
"Everyone we need to vote considering what is about to happen will change our lives forever." Announced Rick.
"I agree, Rick for once you're making the right call." Said Shane from his position on the wall opposite the man.
"I say you're still sociopath. I think this idea is bullshit." Retorted Harry.
It was only the saving grace that no ammo was to be in the house at all. Hershel and Jimmy had checked everyones weapons and pockets for ammo and they only found spent shotgun cartridges.
"Enough Harry. You've voiced your concerns enough. What are we going to do about Randall?" Ricked asked.
"What do we know?" Asked Hershel.
"Went to school with Maggie, middle of class, not popular but not unpopular. Existance kind of guy. Knows where the farm is. In a group of about forty people and several of them are shall we say not so pleasently sexually orientated." Explained Neville, twirling his lump hammer.
"What do you mean by that last statement?" Asked Andrea curiously but filled with dread.
"Rapists, pedophiles those sorts of people." Dale stated calmly making people gulp.
Harry stepped back, he knew he had inherited some things from his grandad but he didn't realise his trait of being able to make people crap themselves when he spoke quietly and calmly was one of them.
"I won't have any part of this." With that he left.
"Groups broken...The boy should die, protect yourselves." Daryl grumbled before walking out.
Harry followed the redneck "Let him live. I'll deal with it." Harry took off after his grandfather. First of all Harry headed to the RV and picked up the rifle.
Dale wandered aimlessly through the fields lost in thought. In his haste he had forgotten to grab a weapon and a torch. That was until he stepped in something squelchy, Dale darted backwards and his eyes quickly found what he had stepped in was a dead cow.
Then heard it the faint moaning and groaning sound of one, two no three walkers. Dale spun around to find himself within grabbing distance of a walker. Dale stumbled backwards, adrenaline kicking in.
"SHIT!" Screamed Dale as a Walker grabbed his arm and began to reel him in.
Harry heard his grandfather scream as flicked the massive torch towards the man aimed and shot sounded like a crack of thunder in the tranquility of that night. The walker that had grabbed Dale fell backwards half its face gone. Dale moved backwards gaining ground on the other two walkers.
Harry reloaded and as he fired the second round the second walker, walked into the exact line of the third walker so they were standing in a line. The bullet entered the first walker dropping it and it began to tumble, it left exploding skull and brain matter out of the other side before slamming into the jaw of the second walker and detonating its head with the force of a small bomb.
Everyone in the house heard the rifle shots and ran into the field to find Dale, shaken but unbitten and alive. Around him were the remains of three walkers. "Two shots, three kills." Shane heard as Harry walker towards them screwing a silencer onto his glock where he casually put three rounds into the remains of the Walkers.
"Harry, you got them in the head." Dale said.
"I couldn't see where I got them. I knew I got them as I saw them fall, didn't realise it was in the head."
"Everyone fan out scout the property make sure no other walkers are loitering in the shadows." Ordered Rick.
"Grandad stay in the RV. Get ready to move. I have a bad feeling about this."
Dale nodded and took Carl and Sophia with him. "Do you two know how to dissemble tents?" Sophia looked confused and Carl nodded.
"Seen parents do it..."
"What are you doing Carl?" Lori asked with Carol joining them the pair of them carrying handguns and a knife.
"Harry's expecting everything to go to hell in a handbasket, thus we are getting prepared to fly."
Shane ran to the woodshed where Rick, himself and Daryl were about to hang Randall before Rick's conscience kicked in. "Want to live? Come on and help me."
Randall was out the door with Shane right behind him with a dark grin on his face. "This was it. Deal with Randall and claim he turned on him." "Why are you doing this?"
"Because I want to join your group."
Randall nodded "This way. My last known location of my lot."
Harry, Rick and Daryl scouted through the woods, Harry with his hand on his hatchet and silenced Glock with another five glocks; on directly across his chest, two on his shoulders and two nestled in his spine.
"Clear." Called Rick flicking around with his torch.
"Lumos!" Harry whispered pushing his hatchet into his belt loop and pulling out his wand.
Light illuminated the entire glen "Nox...Sorry about that but save the batteries."
The two of them nodded. A dull thudding was heard accompanied by a sharp snap. "The fuck was that?" Asked Daryl bluntly.
"No idea...Lets go." The trio ran through the trees tracking down the sound of the thud and snap.
Shane was grateful for his thick skull. He had managed to give himself a concussion after killing Randall by snapping the boys neck and passed out some several hundred metres away.
He was just coming around when Harry, Rick and Daryl found him. Or rather Harry almost kicked him in the face. "I grabbed Randall, thought he might be able to make himself useful. Knocked me out and did a runner."
Rick nodded "I'll go with you. Daryl, Harry had back to camp." The four nodded as the former coppers began their search.
"Daryl, get your stuff packed. Its time." Harry whispered.
The pair stopped the redneck looked at the hardened young man who had been forced to grow up before his time and seemed like a little brother. "Will do. I'll get everyone prepared." The pair shook hands, Harry tapped himself on the head and shimmered out of sight and took off.
The cops and Harry headed out into the field when Rick stopped. "You killed Randall didn't you. Then gave yourself a concussion to make us all believe he did a runner. Now you're going to kill me."
Shane stared at Rick "How did you know?" Rick smirked coldly back.
"You just did...Anyway Harry informed me of your instability. I suspect he's right here."
Harry shimmered into view. "You're good Rick. Shane, I honestly expected more of you."
Shane snarled and went for his gun but Harry showed Rick, how he had defeated Voldemort. Harry's hand was blur, the pistols on the harness on his chest vanished and reappeared in his hands.
Shane's hand had only just granned the grip of his. As Shane pulled the gun, Harry was squeezing on the triggers. He squeezed three times with each.
The first two bullets slammed into Shanes shins pitching him forwards as the next two punctured his ribcage and hit his heart and lungs as the last two entered his brain and forcefully expelled it onto the meadow.
"Wouldn't waste a bullet. Would waste six." Harry stated. Rick had turned around to see Carl watching Harry with shock written onto his face.
Then they heard it as five, ten no fifteen walkers had cleared the woods. "RUN YOU FOOLS!" Harry instructed as he turned and moulded himself seemlessly into his wolf form and vanished into the darkness.
Sorceror Harry maybe, but even he knew that going against a herd of Walkers was suicidal even with a brace of handguns.