First off, I want to say THANK YOU! to all my fans that have been patient with me for the last month or so while i finished the last few weeks of classes and finals. But everything is done and the scores are in and i'm very happy with my grades. I also apologize that its been this long since i've updated (since nearly October). Since october i think. Anyways, below are some questions i found in the comments.

Now I will add the questions posed in the comments:
Question 1: Why does Harry constantly forget that he had a large cat animagus?
Answer: Honestly, I totally forgot that I gave him a large cat animagus. It probably would have been very useful in several occurrences through out the story so far.

Question 2: Will Glenn ever learn constraint?
Answer: Probably not guys. I personally love Glenn, the way that he is. In his usual dorky self.

Question 3: Will Rick ever talk sense into Lori?
Answer: No. He never did before she died in Canon, so I'm not going to change that here. Besides the fact I've never been her fan. In fact, i thought about killing her off before the others arrived at the Prison. But wasn't sure how that would have gone over.

Question 4: Will Harry let Sophia, Carol, Merle and Daryl stay?
Answer: You'll just have to wait and see. I am not revealing anything right before the chapter starts. Sorry guys.

Question 5: Will Rick join the Gov. because Lori got them evicted?
Answer: Again, this is something you'll have to wait for (Though the question is a good one) in the chapter or chapters to come.

Thanks for reading everyone. And to the others that are catching up to reading. I have read your comments on previous chapters, and your "fears" of a stupid Harry should be soothed. There is a reason for every decision I make for this story.

ENJOY AND THANKS FOR STICKING WITH ME.

**more chapters to come.

To say that everyone was shocked over how nonchalant the teen before them was acting would have been redundant. They completely ignored the fact that Glenn had blurted that the teen could be a possible cure, and were just staring at the boy in shocked silence. No one said anything for several moments as they all sat there staring at each other. Michonne was sticking close to Harry as she was aware the teen was worried they would react negatively, and he wasn't wrong by the looks of them, it sparked a protective streak in her. Michonne wanted nothing more than to make sure Andre was okay, while getting Harry away from this group. She could see that the woman, Lori would be a problem.

Harry sighed deeply as he waited for them to get a hold of themselves. He knew his lack of extreme emotions was probably throwing them off, especially after his loss of control. But what had they expected, a meltdown? No thanks, Harry thought wryly, he'd had enough of those to last a life time. While wasn't how he had wanted to introduce them to his Magic, there wasn't much he could do at this point. But He also needed to address the fact that this group seemed to think that he was some sort of cure for the Inferi epidemic. It wasn't that he had expected to keep his magic a secret, as he didn't much feel like hiding who he was anymore, but he also wanted them to know that he wouldn't provide everything for the compound just because he had magic. There were few things he used his magic for and that was to make sure that their water was always full and that the sentinels were doing their job.

It took a further ten minutes before they all tried to speak over each other. The noise was deafening in the large rec space, it bounced and echoed in a thunderous way. He knew he'd end up with a headache before the night was over. If there was one thing Harry wanted in that moment, it was to avoid the confrontation that was about to happen. Harry hated what he was hearing from the group. He'd though they would have been more open to his magic, given that they'd known each other briefly. But their negative and harsh words were like small cuts, it didn't surprise him that Lori was winding everyone up; but then he knew she'd always be a problem.

"You caused all of this!" She spat, after standing and slapping him before anyone could react or stop her. "Your the reason everyone is dead or dying. We should have killed you!"

The entire group took several steps away from Lori, even her husband and son. And while Harry had known she had disliked him, he had not been aware that she'd hated him enough to want him dead. It would seem as if no one else took her side, and that made Harry feel a bit better about the group as a whole. Made him feel better that he wouldn't have to throw them out because of this woman's actions. But he wasn't exactly sure why Lori hated him, but this was the last straw. If she had been willing to hit him, then there was a slight chance she'd end up hitting someone else. Besides, he'd just warned her about being a nuisance and the consequences it would bring.

"Get. Out."

The words were hissed lowly, but everyone could hear the venom in his tone. It made most of them shiver, almost as if the teens mounting rage was making the room frigged. No one made a noise, or moved. They did not want the deadly stare aimed their way. Michonne would have chuckled, if the teens gaze hadn't reminded her of Medusa. But Harry was seething inside, fighting with himself to keep his magic from lashing out. He would not loose control for the second time in one night, not because of this group.

"What?" Was Lori's disbelieving response, her own tone tinged in repressed anger and confusion.

"You heard me. Piss off, out of my community you slag." He hissed, standing to his full, though short, height. "I just gave several warnings about what your behavior would cost you."

It took the others several moments to catch on, though they still didn't move from their frozen positions. Almost leery to the fact that the teens anger could be directed at them. But Michonne chuckled, she had known Harry wouldn't really kick them out but it was nice to see them squirm. But she had hoped it would have cowed the woman, because she knew Harry would be kicking her out, with or without her group.

When Lori turned to look at her group, Harry could tell that it made her more livid that they weren't siding with her. "Are you fucking kidding me! You guys aren't seriously going to trust this demon?"

No one said anything. Harry knew her words were only serving to make the group distance themselves from her, and it made Harry vindictively happy. He wondered how long it would take her to realize that it would be just her leaving. "You were expressly warned. And the others know better than to test the rules that have been placed down for everyone, unlike you."

The silence that followed was deafening. But no one said anything, not even Harry or Michonne, they wanted to give the group time to digest what was about to happen. Besides the fact that Harry was sure that Michonne felt better. Not that he blamed her, he wouldn't want the unstable woman around Andre. He could see the cogs turning in each of their heads, especially Lori's. Though the woman wasn't hard to read as she wore he expressions clearly. Lori was fuming, though the teen was ready for her when she went to take a step forward, likely to attack him. But Harry stood his ground, but Michonne blocked the fuming woman's approach.

Michonne had Lori at sword point, looking every bit the frightening Samurai that she was. "You listen here you bitch. Hadrian has been good to those that live within this Prison. You broke the rules, so get the fuck out. Before I gut you."

It was highly amusing watching Lori pale rapidly as she gulped against the other woman's blade. But Harry had warned her several times. So he didn't feel any guilt or pity as she turned frightened yet rage filled eyes towards him. He shrugged and turned to evaluate the group. Harry knew that whether they decided to stay or go, it would happen in the next few moments, not that he would let them leave without getting every ounce of information out of them. He needed to know why they thought he was the answer to everything.

Harry moved to escort her out, glancing at the frozen group. "If any of you disagree with my banishment of Lori, then you are more than welcome to join her." He stated, more calmly than he felt. "If not, you are welcome to reclaim your seats. We have much to talk about."

Several of the group shifted on their feet nervously, glancing at each other. Rick took half a step forward before stopping. "You can't possibly mean to kick her out? Sure what she did was wrong, but she's never been able to take shocking news well. Besides the fact she has no supplies."

Harry just grimaced at the ex-cop. How could a man, who could have been rather intelligent, be so blinded by his wife's actions. Surely the man knew, that the baby his son carries isn't his? He must know that his wife isn't fit to be around any number of people, because she thinks she's above everyone else and deserves everything handed to her. The teen wanted to ask Rick these obvious questions, but held his tongue. He wasn't sure anything he said to the cop would change anything. The man seemed to set in his ways, and it would be hard to see the family of four leave, but he knew Rick wouldn't leave his kids here.

"I don't care," Harry started, simmering anger barely held at bay. "I've told you and your group what the consequences would be. However, I am willing to make an exception. If you agree to stay here, the rules still apply. If you can't play nicely with everyone and continue to cause problems, you are out of here. If you act the same as Lori, you are out of here."

Michonne stepped up beside him, "We aren't savages. If we don't allow someone to stay here, then we give them a backpack of supplies before escorting them out. The rest is up to them."

Several members of the group looked ready to argue, but only the Dixon's stepped up. "And what if we don' agree with ya'. You gonna' kick us out fer it?"

Harry chuckled. Trust the Dixon's to worry about that. "Nope. If you have a disagreement, your more than welcome to bring it to me and Michonne. We will talk to all involved and do our best to settle the matter. If it is settled, but trouble is still be caused, then there will be consequences."

Michonne returned to his side, like a big sister. "Perhaps we should wait till morning though. Just so they can't claim we were trying to get the woman killed."

It did not make the teen happy, but she was right. Even he wasn't so hardhearted as to kick them out at night into inferi country. But first thing in the morning, Lori would be escorted outside the gates and left to fend for herself, unless her group decided to follow. Harry hoped that they stayed, if only for the children's sake, but that wasn't his decision. Though he knew the Dixon's were likely to stay, only because they'd followed him like shadows since they'd met.

Harry stalked off, leaving Michonne to deal with the rest of the group. Stopping briefly just to pick up Andre, before resuming his trek to their rooms. The teen could not be in the same room as them anymore. Sometime's he hated himself for his bleeding heart. He should have just told them to go somewhere else. That group was nothing but trouble. And who knows how they would acclimate.

The teen set Andre down in the play pen, "What do you think, cub?"

Said cub just gurgled and banged a few of his toys around, though he seemed to be babbling to Harry. But the kid was at the age, where no one could understand him. So Harry just smiled, leaning against the pen, telling the small child the happy memories he had of his time in Hogwarts. Trying to erase the last two hours from his memories. But everyone knew that you couldn't remove memories by thinking of the past. That didn't stop the teen. He continued to tell his memories to the baby, not noticing he was nodding off.

Two weeks had passed since they turned Lori out of the compound. Michonne and he had had many talks about how that would come back and bite them in the ass. They knew it was more than likely that the woman would run into the Governor and bring the madman to their door. But it wasn't like they could kill her. They didn't need to be psychic to know how the group would have reacted to that. So it had been a matter of how fast they could get the prison fortified, and ready for any type of assault the man would bring. It made for a highly stressful time for the community. Not only did they have to integrate new members, but they all had to figure out how to work around each other.

Harry had never had this problem before, not having stayed with the Quarry group for any respectable length of time. So he tried his best to mediate the interactions between the Prisons members and the Quarry groups. But he seemed to be causing more stress than relieving it. He needed them to get along and be ready for the on coming attack. Though the ex-cop often brought up the fact that the Governor hadn't attacked yet, so he probably wouldn't. But the teen knew, the madness that was in that man wouldn't allow them to get away. It was all a matter of time.

They'd done a lot of work in the last two weeks, reinforcing the walls of the prison with anything they could scavenge. It had taken Rick about four days to stop nagging the teen about how they'd kicked his wife out. As such, Harry had bluntly told the man to piss off and join said wife, or help them protect the prison. They would not tolerate people who didn't pull their weight. Harry refused to let his haven become another Quarry camp. But the comment about the wife seemed to put things into perspective for the others. After that slight hiccup, everyone seemed to mellow out and mesh well.

At first Harry had worried about how the Quarry group would take to the Prisoners, but Michonne had just knocked him on the head and told him to calm down. So it was no surprise that Harry found himself outside more and more. The others had tried to include him in their chosen chores, but he'd declined as quickly as possible before making his escape. The teen knew he didn't need to be weary of the others, but he still wasn't sure if they were truly okay with his revelation the other night. Harry didn't want to be around when they started gossiping, so he tended to avoid them as much as possible. Something which Michonne had also scolded him for. Honestly, Harry felt that Michonne took great pleasure in berating him.

He used the Prison yard as a means to get away from everyone and let them find their own niches. It wasn't like they needed him around twenty four seven, plus it allowed his mind to zone out, since he didn't have to constantly think about what would be best for everyone. Not the he got very much alone time outside, the Dixon brothers were his constant shadows. At first it had annoyed the teen, but after a few days he was able to zone out their almost constant presence like everything else. His only real goal was to protect the Prison and the people that called it home.

Some nights they would ask him, 'Why don't you use your magic to fortify this place?'

And every night Harry would just chuckled mirthlessly, and respond 'Because then you'll become dependent. I'm no ones free-ride.'

It had taken everyone a few days and some overly heated discussions before they began working like a well oiled machine. Harry and Michonne hadn't been needed to settle anything, which had proven Michonne right, that Harry needed to step back sometimes. Sometimes the teen forgot that not everyone needed him, even after all this time after the war. Damn his Saving People thing. And now, there wasn't much more they could do to the prison unless Harry included magic. But that was where the wards came in to play.

It was another day of zoning out for the teen, he had gotten fed up with the Dixon's following him around so he'd booked it to the other side of the gate. He kept absolutely silent, stabbing the inferi that came near him. Not that they bugged him. But he didn't want to freak out the community anymore than they might already be. The complete silence allowed him to put the thickest metal around the gates of the prison. Last week Michonne had directed him on where to place the large metal spike balls, which Harry had charmed to attack anything that was deemed unfriendly. Though he continued working on the spikes that would hopefully stop Woodbury's advance on the gates.

Harry was stabilizing the last wooden spike when he heard a near silent roar of several engines and what sounded like a military tank. He knew that they would come, it had been a matter of when. Just as the teen new that the Governor had been actively looking for him. The teen held no illusions that Lori hadn't told the man where to find him, he just didn't know if the woman was still alive. No one really knew how the man operated. Whistling as loud as he could without using Magic, he watched as everyone made their way into the prison to take shelter until they had to evacuate, they'd been preparing and planning for the past week. Running drills and going over plans and possible situations. All of their supplies were packed away in the event they had to evacuate. They were ready to face the Governor down and come out the victor.

At first they hadn't wanted to leave the teen out there to face the Governor on his own. The teen had been oddly touched at their loyalty, but Harry had simply reminded them that he had the magic. The Governor wouldn't risk killing him. So he made the perfect spokesperson. Michonne had argued with him for days just to change his mind, but he'd just told her the same as everyone else. Harry had the magic, not anyone else. He would be their best chance of surviving this altercations with little to no casualties.

Five large military trucks plus a tank rolled to a stop in front of teens relaxed form, the Governor stepped out moments later. Harry knew the trucks could come no further, though they did nothing to hide the prison from view. It had taken him a while to figure out that the ward kept those who were hostile out, but didn't in fact hide them from view; it had taken Lori being camped out in front of the gates for close to three days for them to realize it. It was why the ex-cop had bothered him about her for so long.

"Turn around and leave, you are not welcome here." Harry was beyond playing games with this man. He had come here to destroy what they'd built. To destroy his home and to imprison him. He was not anyone's slave. The teen would kill this man before he allowed anything bad to happen.

"Now, now, don't be like that darlin', we've come to bring you back to Woodbury. I've got a room all picked out for you." The man smirked, leering at the teen with eyes that burned with madness.

Though he was sure the man didn't mean anything sexual by it, the statement still made him nauseous. Harry shuddered, bile rising in the back of his throat. If nothing else, the Governor would not be walking away from this fight. "That's not going to happen, Governor. This is my community and these are my people, you need to turn around and take your people back to Woodbury before I do something we both regret."

There was no warning when several of the Governors men aimed and fired at him, it was thanks to his seekers reflexes that he was able to lunge out of the way as three darts thunked into the wood spike he'd been standing in front of. Harry pulled his wand out before peeking through a hole in the metal casing, the Governor's men were running around, surrounding the entrance gate in front of Harry. Trying to get passed the ward, but they had no idea how to bring the Ward down being muggles and all. It would keep them from advancing, at any rate.

Though there was no way to know about the Tank. Harry wasn't knowledgeable enough to know if wards could stop something that large. He picked up one of the darts off the ground and licked the end before spitting just as quickly. Some sort of paralyzer. Harry had no doubt that this had been the Governors non-violent idea to capture him. The teen just snorted in derision. He snorted, even he wasn't sure if the darts would actually affect him, since he wasn't a normal human.

"Mighty impressive bought of magic there Hadrian. It'll be a mite useful in Woodbury." The Governor whistled appreciatively as he inspected the transparent golden dome surrounding the Prison.

Harry let his magic loose, trying to short circuit any of the vehicles. "Last Warning! Leave now and take your men with you!"

The sound of several fire arms being loaded filled the empty space around them, before the tanks machine gun began spitting out rounds directed at the prison. Harry watched as the bullets passed through the shields as if they weren't even there, before punching holes into the bricks. Harry caste a quick cutting spell at the vehicle tires, before having to duck to avoid several more darts. The teen absently wondered why the man was trying to tranquilize him, before he snorted. The governor had expected to win with non-lethal means and take him prisoner. As quickly as he could, the teen began sending stunners and cutting jinxes to the opposite side of the wards.

The Governor smiled thinly at him. "I don't think so. Woodbury needs you."

Several more darts buried themselves into various spots around the teen, as Harry shielded himself. As if the darts would be enough to bring him down. And it wasn't as if he was the reason the Wards were up. They wouldn't go away just because he was rendered unconscious. So he had no idea what the Governor was playing at with all this. But he wouldn't allow them to keep chipping away at the Prison. It would only take so many hits before the Prison crumbled from an unstable structure. He needed to direct the tanks fire from them.

Just as he stood to cast a Bombarda at a group of Woodbury soldiers, the tank went off. Harry lost his footing as he watched frozen fear as it headed straight for the entrance, where his group was hiding. But before it could get very far, it crashed and exploded itself against the ward Harry had unknowingly thrown up at the last minute. He wondered why it had happened then and not before, but he was made to go on defense, dodging the bullets that seemed to be following him. Harry blindly cast several severing charms in the tanks direction, hoping it would slow it's progress towards the gates.

Harry wasn't sure what would happen if the gates came down. He wasn't sure if the wards would hold, but if they didn't then they would have to evacuate the Prison immediately. Not only would the Governors men swarm them, but so would the inferi that would be drawn by the noise of their dispute. That couldn't happen, through the smoke and ward, Harry saw the group take their positions, knowing that the explosion had been what they were waiting for. Harry turned to face the Governor, an amused feral grin spread across his face as he shrugged at the infuriated man.

Harry hit the ground in front of him as the rest of his community joined the fray, making sure not to hit the teen in friendly fire. The teen wasn't sure it was safe for him anymore on this side of the gate, as he crawled around the large metal plating they'd set up around the perimeter of the prison yard. If he could make it to the gate, he'd apparate from there. He didn't want to risk being taken hostage before apparating. Glancing around, Harry morphed himself into his cat form. Allowing the shadows to seemingly swallow him as he crept his way around their make-shift barricade and enemies. He wanted so badly to maul them, but he needed to get behind the wards. To bad he couldn't use magic as an animagus.

A shadow fell over the felines body as the shooting seemed to be slowing down, before stopping all together. Harry turned to face the person when they caught him in the face, the cat whimpered as his head hurt made contact with the metal frame work behind him. He tried to shake the blurriness from his vision, so he didn't see the others sneaking up on him. Before he could move an inch, someone grabbed him painfully by the scruff. The large cat twisted and jerked, trying to dislodge the person from his nape. Nothing seemed to be working until Harry-cat got his claws into the enemies skin.

Moving mid-stride, the teen was panting as he fumbled for his wand, ready to curse the other into oblivion. Except someone tackled him from behind and ripped his wand away from him. The two went tumbling for a few second, until they came to an abrupt stop, Harry grunting as he took both their weights in the tumble. He fumbled and struggled against the newest assailant. He still needed it! The teen blindly fumbled with his attacker, his glasses having been ripped from his face. But he still fought with all his worth. The two broke apart from each other, panting heavily.

"Give that back!" Harry demanded, his heart beat frantically at the thought that his precious wand was in the possession of the deranged muggle enemy.

Before anyone else could say anything, the person before him dropped dead, a bullet hole in their head. Harry dove for his wand and apparated into the Prison yard, just as the tank rolled through the metal fencing and began firing round after round at the prison. Harry shot as many spells as he could at the men that followed after the tank. But the tank being inside the Wards boundaries made them ineffective, so Harry shot as many spells as he could as bullets flew at him and around him.

The teen was highly surprised that a stray bullet hadn't hit him. Apparently the Governor didn't need him unharmed. "Michonne take them!"

"Don't shoot the boy!" Harry could hear the Governor yelling, "I need him alive!"

The prison behind him was being reduced to rubble with every hit it took from the tank, not to mention the few men left that had come with the Governor. Knowing that nothing would stop this attack Harry drew his bow before rapidly firing arrows in the Governors direction, even when the older man lunged to safety, the teen didn't give him a reprieve. Getting up close and personal with the madmen, it seemed was something Harry was good at.

"Just come quietly boy! I'll leave the rest of your people alone." The Governor tried to reason with him.

Harry was too angry to listen to the mans words, his magic was crackling and snapping out around him, it wanted to take vengeance for him. They all knew that the man was lying. He'd kill everyone here in a heart beat. Beside the fact he was drawing Inferi to them. It was a good thing that everyone knew the evacuation plan, they would survive this, even if he wasn't with them. Without realizing that his magic was flooding him and the surrounding areas, Harry launched himself at the man, knocking them both to the ground. The older male grappled with the teen, trying to keep said teens blade away from his body. Harry struggled against the much larger man. He wouldn't stop until this man was dead.

"Hadrian!" Voices shouted out around him, but they were strangely muffled.

The two continued grappling on the ground, until Harry got a good shot at the mans eye with a pocket knife. But it didn't seem to slow the man down as he finally pinned Harry, only to continue beating the teen. Harry tried to block himself, but found his arms restrained with the man's thighs, so he groaned with each hit, until he felt his knives handle close to him.

Not one to miss an opportunity, Harry twisted and lunged for his knife as the older man tried to secure him again, but Harry plunged his knife into the mans cut eye. The teen just panted as he struggled to shove the man off his battered body. Which was more difficult considering the squirming and wailing the man was doing. But the teen just heaved several breaths as he held his sides, staring dispassionately down at the governor. The man wasn't doing much other than laying there and whimpering, staring at Harry with his remaining eye in disbelief.

"You were warned."