Hello darlings! Akibas Omega here.

I'm sorry this is a late. I'm trying to get the uploads back on track to once a week on Sundays, but its been hectic with the holidays lol.

Although this is just a filler chapter, i still apologize for how bad itll probably seem.

But hopefully you enjoy this chapter. And sorry if this chapter is lack luster. Please Bare with me.

Harry wasn't sure what woke him, but it happened suddenly, causing the teen to jack knife straight and smack heads with someone else. The teen just groaned and flopped back down onto the bed, which seemed to be moving. The world spun around him the longer he tried to get his barrings. Slowly opening his eyes, Harry squinted at the inside of a truck someone had pilfered before he'd woken up. Why did he always seem to be waking up in different places? Harry just hoped he hadn't been asleep too long this time. He laid there silently for a few minutes, just trying to get his barrings, though it was difficult with the rocking and jarring the truck was producing.

Almost immediately the memories came to him. The Governor had attacked the Prison, just as he had suspected. However, he was mildly surprised that Lori had been the one to lead the crazy man to their doorstep, even with the knowledge that her children were in the compound. But then, Harry had kicked her out. So he supposed turn about was fair play. At the moment however, he had no way of knowing if the children had in fact survived the razing of the Prison. He knew for certain that their home had been demolished, there would be no other reason for them to not be there if it were still standing. Michonne knew he would have been able to repair it, but not rebuild it with his magic.

But he would promise anyone who asked, Lori had better hope he never sees her again. He would kill her this time. How she'd thought giving up their location to the madman was a good idea was beyond him, but it was the last straw concerning that woman. The teen silently took stock of his injuries, grimacing at the broken bones he could feel. Though he was sure there was more, probably worse wounds, but gods did he hurt to much to think deeply on them. Though eventually they would need further tending. It was probably a good thing they had a vehicle, Harry wasn't sure that he could fend off inferi and travel on foot at the moment. Where was his trunk?

"Bloody hell, I feel like a tank ran me over, and then shot me." Harry grumbled, his body protesting any sort of movement as he struggled into a sitting position. And being in a moving vehicle wasn't helping in the slightest. What he wouldn't give for a potion in that moment.

Toddler giggles was his reply for a moment, before a deeper voice spoke up. "Ya' nearly were, wit' the way tha' Guv'nor guy was beaten' on ya'."

Great he was stuck in a moving vehicle with Merle Dixon, the gods must really hate him. But Merle wasn't the only person in the car, he was thankful that Michonne and Andre were with him. As there was no way the Samurai would have allowed herself to be separated from the toddler. "Bloody perfect. So we have water?"

Someone tossed a water bottle back to him, not that he bothered to catch it, the teen drank greedily from the cold beverage. It felt so good as it got rid of the cotton feeling in his mouth, but also seemed to rejuvenate him a bit as it washed through his body. Merlin, did he hate Georgia's weather, though it was much milder than both London's and Scotland's. He slowly pushed himself to lean heavily against the truck door. The jarring of the truck wasn't helping his bodies condition, and he could only be thankful he had magic or he'd be in a lot more pain or worse. Though, the next time he had time, he was going to start brewing potions. Being in pain sucked.

"What happened to the Governor? The others?" He could clearly see it was Michonne driving, with Merle sitting next to her. "I can't remember much past stabbing the bastard."

As there was no way that the whole community would have fit in the truck, they had to have gotten separated. But at that moment, he just wanted to be told that Philip Blake was dead. He didn't care about much else other than that at the moment. That and his screaming bladder, which would have to wait. It sucked that they'd had to abandon the Prison. After all the work that had gone into the building, he had high hopes that it would have lasted longer. Harry couldn't complain to much, it had lasted them some time. Gave them a chance to rest and recover before reality had come knocking. With a tank no less.

Michonne glanced back at him, "After you stabbed the Governor, you collapsed and hit your head on something as you went down. It's been a couple days already, the Tank completely leveled the prison. We stayed as long as we could, but your wards failed, so we had to leave. Everyone scattered when the Walkers got passed the perimeter, so we aren't sure if everyone actually got out. We've been trying to find the rest of the group. But who knows how long that will take."

"I got ta'ya first, Pixie. The Samurai here done near took ma' head off! But i just grabbed ya' up and ran with 'em to the vehicles." Merle drawled, not bothering to be his normal crass self.

Harry groaned as the truck hit a few bumps and jostled what Harry assumed was several broken ribs and his full bladder. He'd been out again for a number of days, he wondered if using his magic was worth the drain it caused afterwards. And now they had to find the rest of the group? He should have just stuck to a solitary existence. But then, he wouldn't have found a good purpose. Though at this point, Harry wasn't sure the 'good purpose' was worth the mounting headache this search was going to give him. But he owed it to everyone else to make sure the group got back together, damn his Gryffindorness.

"Has there been any signs of them or anyone else?" He asked, hopeful that they were on the right track to find said group. But he knew, that it would be some days before they caught wind of the others.

There was no answer from the two up front, which was answer enough for the green-eyed teen. They had a long search ahead of them, who knew where everyone had scattered to. They'd been a few miles from the Greene's place, but surely they wouldn't go back there, would they? But where else would the group go? The teen supposed it would depend on how many people had stuck together when they'd fled. Harry decided to watch as the landscape passed them by in seeming slow motion until a road sign caught his attention.

"Wait! Go back a bit. I saw a sign of some sort!" He nearly shouted.

Grimacing when Michonne jerked the truck to a stop, he really shouldn't shout so suddenly. His body definitely did not appreciate the sudden jerky stop. Apparently neither did Michonne, as she shot him a filthy look as she put the truck in reverse and moved them back slowly until Harry motioned to the sign. Though neither of the two up front said anything in protest, but then, Harry did have good eyesight. Once they reached the front side of the hand made sign, Michonne put the car into park but left it running.

Harry slowly got out of the vehicle, being extremely careful of the injuries he was aware and unaware of, he was tired of sitting and he needed to stretch his achy, sore body. But he'd barely taken a few steps from the truck, when Michonne had rounded on him. T

"What do you think your doing?" She hissed, her eyes akin to fire.

The teen just gulped, glancing around them. He wasn't sure what he'd done to garner that look, "Stretching? Using the Bathroom? Nothing?"

Harry wasn't sure what she wanted him to say, because each word out of him seemed to make her look that much fiercer. As if him just standing would upset her. It eerily reminded him of Pomfrey whenever he'd tried to leave the infirmary earlier than she'd allowed. But he wasn't about to be cowed back into the Truck. Andre was sleeping and so it was the perfect time for him to stretch, use the bathroom, and take stock of his injuries.

"Do not leave the truck!" She barked at him. Her eyes taking stock of the few visible wounds he was sporting.

"What!" He squawked indignantly, "I'm not going to be stuck in the truck, Mich! I need the loo and I can take care of myself."

"Ya' look like a leaf could bring ya' down there, Pixie. Best ya' leave the scoutin' to us." The last thing Harry had wanted was for Merle to butt his head in, but there he was, adding in his two cents. "Side's the sign ain't nothin' but a map."

Harry grumbled as he slowly shuffled away from them to use the loo, not even embarrassed that they could probably hear him. The teen found he didn't like being treated like an invalid or a child. Though when he was finished he was quickly ushered back into the truck, but from his position, the sign looked like a promise of sanctuary and map to get there. But why would people advertise so openly? Surely that was dangerous? But it was worth checking out, if it turned out to be legit?

There were so many what-ifs, that Harry wasn't sure what to do. He didn't know if any of the others in their group had seen similar signs and had begun making their way there, thus, making their job a bit easier. If they could get there quick enough that was. But what if the others had gone and then moved on, the only thing the community would be able to tell them was if they'd been there and how long ago. It still wouldn't get them closer to their people.

He did notice that the bed of the truck was empty, so they hadn't run into anyone since leaving the Prison. That in itself was slightly depressing, considering Michonne has said they'd been searching for a few days. Harry rummaged around the inside of the truck, being mindful of his ribs, before pulling the nearest bag to him. He wanted to know what supplies they had and if his bag was with them. If someone not apart of their group had ended up with his trunk and supplies, he would not be a happy camper. A small consolation was the fact he'd had his wand on him when he'd passed out. So at least he didn't have to worry about that.

When the others returned, empty handed, Harry sighed. "Let's go. Follow the tracks."

The group of four followed the train tracks until the truck ran out of fuel, even though Harry wasn't in any condition to hike across Georgia, he wouldn't let them set up camp just yet. There was plenty of daylight left and a lot of ground left to cover. Even though Michonne had tried to glare him into submission, it had done little more than amuse the teen. She had nothing on Snape and his infamous glares. Though the teen did snicker, between gasps of pain at Merle's face when he saw just how many duffel bags were being stuffed into a large tote bag Harry had transfigured. Of course, Harry couldn't fault the man, it wasn't like they'd grown up with magic like he had.

Michonne groaned, her feet were killing her. "Is there anyway to track them faster? A spell or something?"

"Keep following the tracks?" Merle grimaced, feeling like they were walking into a trap. "Not sure magic can fix everythin' doll."

Harry didn't answer, just stumbled along the tracks until the two stopped him. Pulling out his wand, he held the slender stick in his hand, "I was going to wait till we set up camp, but here goes. Point me, Rick Grimes."

The three adults stood around the spinning wand, two didn't really understand what they were doing but Harry was waiting for it to react. Unsure if it would work on no-mag's or not. He supposed if it failed, he could try to send a Patronus to one of the group. It wasn't as if he had to hide his magic anymore. He just wished he had his broom, then he could scout ahead for them. And not put so much strain on his injuries.

It took several minutes of spinning before the wand stopped, pointing in the direction of the train tracks. Which meant Rick and some of the others were headed the same way they were. They would either run into them, or meet up with them at their destination. "They are somewhere ahead of us. I'll check again when we stop for camp. Let's get out of here."

Though the spell did help in finding them, the only indication it gave as to how far away they were, was how long the wand had spun. And his wand had spun for several minutes. Which meant that Rick and whoever was with him, were far ahead of them. Days even. He wasn't even sure that shifting into his Animagus for would help him at this point. In fact, it might make his injuries worse.

"Yer injuries can't be strained that much Pixie, not with how much walkin' we're gonna be doin'. I done made this for ya' while we were drivin'." Merle muttered as he handed the teen a cane. "Though, it did take ol' Merle some time to remember he had it."

The teen tested it out, before nodding. It did lesson the strain on some of his muscles, not that he would need it for more than a day or two. Just long enough for his ribs to heal up. "Thanks Merle, let's get going though. I wanna cover as much ground as possible, before dark or before i reach my limit."

If he was being honest, Harry had reached his limit ten minutes earlier, but he wouldn't be telling Michonne that. The woman took Mother Hen to a whole knew level. And the students of Hogwarts had thought that Madam Pomfrey was bad. The trio moved on, walking well into the evening hours only to stop with enough light to start a small fire. The teen sighed, he could feel his body trembling with exertion. Harry groaned as he was lowered to the sleeping bag next to the fire, he pulled out his wand and repeated the spell. He really should have stopped them hours ago, but his stubbornness and pride had kept him going far past his limit.

But Rick was still a head of them somewhere, which sucked. He wondered how much more walking they would have to do. He really needed his trunk, while he hadn't been able to brew more potions, he did have a few left that would definitely come in handy. That was something that would be rectified post-haste. Though for now they had other things to worry about. His wand hadn't spun for quite as long as before, which meant Rick wasn't getting further away. It pointed to the probability that he was already at Terminus. Harry just hoped he stay there until they could catch up.

"Rick and who ever he might be with is still headed in the direction of the tracks. Do you think i should try a few of the others?" Harry murmured softly, not wanting to draw attention to them.

Thankfully he wasn't to exhausted to set up perimeter wards and a silencing bubble over Andre. He knew they could be quiet, but it was hard too keep a toddler silent all night. Michonne had looked so torn when they'd set up camp, that Harry had put the ward up out of fear for the toddler. Merle had just stared at the wards for several minutes, which amused the teen to no end. He wondered how long it would take the muggles to become desensitized to the displays of magic he did. Though it was certainly entertaining to see Merle gaping like a goldfish.

Merle stoked the fire, glancing around them, he'd offered to take first watch. "Prolly in the mornin' Pixie. Ain't no use doin' it ta'night."

Michonne nodded in agreement, so Harry just burrowed down into the sleeping bag, not looking forward to the non-stop walking they'd be doing until they found Terminus. He couldn't help but feel apprehensive about the place. It did not seem like a good idea to have the posters up. Harry could only hope that Terminus was still standing and still safe when they arrived. Heaven help anyone who stood in their way. He was beyond playing games at this point.

It took the trio and toddler a week longer to reach the area where Terminus was located, due to Harry's condition and some rain that had slowed them down. The teen had had to use the Point Me charm several times each day, just to make sure they were headed in the right direction. But it seemed that each person was either headed in the direction they were or already ahead of them. And while that made their job easier, it also made it harder. There was no telling how far ahead the others were. And the map didn't always follow the train tracks, there had been several times when the tracks had branched off in a different direction than Terminus' map and their fellow group members.

So they'd ditched the tracks, opting to follow the teens charm. It at least would lead them to several of their missing group members, and then they could resume looking for Terminus together. If they hadn't found it before hand. But their groups were their top priority. Harry would feel much better once he got everyone together and accounted for. Thankfully he'd kept a roster of the group in his trunk, whoever had it would be getting a kiss and hug from him. It was beyond invaluable to him and to the rest of the group, not that they really understood what magic could do, or what the truck was holding. But still, it was the principal of the thing.

"Is that it?" Michonnes uncertainty stopped the others in their tracks as they moved to join her.

In the distance they could just see a large brick building. Harry wasn't sure if this was the place. It wasn't like there was a giant billboard the Americans were so fond of, with the safe-havens name on it. The teen hoped that was it, but at the same time his gut was giving him a bad vibe. He contemplated using his animagus form at first, before turning to the group.

"I'm gonna scout ahead, you guys stay here and stay hidden. I'll be back as soon as i figure out if our people are there, or if it is in fact Terminus." He stated.

Merle scoffed, "How the hell are ya' gonna do that. You can barely walk without yer' cane."

Harry just grinned at the man before he let himself morph into his panther form. The teen knew he was a sight to be hold. His fur was dark as pitch and sleek. Though he was a bit bigger than an average no-mag panther, he had all their attributes. He knew Michonne wouldn't be happy about him going off on his own. But they all knew logically that it would be better to be safe than sorry, especially nowadays.

"Be careful Hadrian. Be swift." Michonne murmured, running her hand down the length of his spin.

The large cat rumbled in agreement before taking off for the brick building. Sticking to the trees as much as he was able, Harry began mapping his way to possible safety. He knew that Michonne and Merle would be gearing up for the possibility that he wouldn't return. But he'd be damned if he allowed them to get in to more danger if he was able to stop it. To hell with keeping his magic hidden from the no-mag's. If he wasn't so used to hiding it or repressing it, he would have been able to save the Prison and eliminate the Governor. Instead, he'd let the no-mag's help and inadvertently drew out the destruction of their home. Well, he wouldn't be making that mistake again.

Though he also wouldn't let their community become dependent on him or his magic. Everyone would still have chores and the like. He'd make sure that everyone contributed. Even himself. The only way to live and survive in this new world was to work together, for the betterment of everyone. Being with the group in the Prison for a short while had shown him that. Oh, it had been possible for him to survive on his own. But he hadn't been living or enjoying himself. That came with human interaction and a community. Something he would do anything to protect, if for nothing other than the children.

Harry crouch when his ears picked up several footsteps approaching. They weren't coming towards him, so that meant that they too were heading towards the brick building. It was too bad he couldn't use his magic in this form. He crept after the new comers, growling in delight that it was more of their group. Though they all froze in fear when their eyes landed on him. It wasn't like he was going to eat them. He motioned for them to follow him, but they just stood there with their weapons raised, especially Daryl, who was eyeing him up like he was about to become their dinner.

Yowling softly, Harry turned around and swiftly made his way back to Michonne and Merle. They needed to know that the other group was closing in on the brick building and that they needed to stop them. It didn't take him very long to reach them as he morph mid-step. "The others are close."

"Hadrian?" Michonne asked, her voice cautious.

"We need to move now, there is a large portion of our group headed for Terminus and we need to stop them." Harry all but snapped, having turned away from them.

The teen didn't say anything more as he morphed again and led them in the direction he'd left the others. Though by the time they got there, the group had moved on. Most likely drawn in by the promise of food and safety. He could heat the two running to keep up with his long strides, it made him partially guilty, but he needed to stop Daryl and the others from entering. There was something about Terminus, other than the heavy scent of old-blood, that was giving him a bad vibe. And if he'd learned nothing else, it was to alwaystrust his gut. It hadn't led him wrong before.

Harry paused at the tree line, simultaneously waiting for the others to catch up and scan for the others. The large cat hissed softly when one of them stepped on his tail. Human he may be, but damn was his tail sensitive to pain. Harry nudged Merle before pointing out a group of people sneaking up the back way. Before Michonne could say anything, Merle took off towards the group. The large cat just huffed and padded after the larger man. How the hell the brothers moved that silently was beyond him, but he walked slow enough that Michonne wasn't left on her own with Andre. It wouldn't do to have his pseudo sister get ambushed by walkers, while having to defend her baby.

By the time Harry joined them, Daryl and Merle were talking about how to go about getting into the stronghold. All conversation paused when Carol made a distressed sound. Daryl's bow was immediately aimed at him, which had him hissing in defiance. Why was everyone always pointing weapons at his cat form. It wasn't like he'd given them any inclination that he would hurt them. If he had been human, he wold have shook his head wryly. Human nature never failed to amuse or exasperate him.

Merle pushed his brothers bow down, "Calm down ya' idiot. He ain't gonna hurt ya'. Hasn't yet, has he?"

"He? This is your panther?" Maggie asked, her voice soaking in incredulity.

Harry had to agree with her tone. If he were in their position he would seriously be questioning Merle's sanity in keeping a large wild cat as a pet. But then, this was the apocalypse, who knew what kinds of pets people were keeping. Hell, Michonne had kept two inferi as guard 'pets' of sorts. But still! They were acting like they didn't even know it was him! Had they all forgotten that he'd changed shapes at the Prison? He felt more than heard Michonne join his side, her fingers digging into his fur and scratching slightly behind his ear. It pulled a rumbling purr out of him. Damn his cat tendencies, it was something the Minerva had warned him about the one time he'd asked her.

"You have a twisted sense of humor, Hadrian. Perhaps you should change back." The Samurai murmured. Stepping away from the teen turned panther. "Before they try to skin you for a rug."

The teen sighed, but allowed his body to morph back into his usual self. He smiled at everyone, "Just for future reference. I don't particularly enjoy weapons being pointed in my direction."

Merle got a good laugh out of the stunned and disbelieving looks on everyone's face, and Harry did nothing to stop the man other then muffle the volume. He didn't want to attract every inferi in the vicinity before they'd scoped out the place. Harry began checking the group over, they seemed better off than he had anticipated. Though he had made sure everyone knew where to grab an emergency pack before bolting. However, the more Harry gazed at the group he noticed several people missing; namely Rick, Carl, Judith, Beth, Glenn and Hershel. Maggie was gazing at one of the train cars with an anxious and worried filled gaze. Nothing popped out as dangerous when Harry scanned the area, so what had the girl seen that made her react that way?

"What's happening?" Harry finally spoke up, not liking the vibe he was reading from the group.

"Rick, Carl, Beth, Judith, Glenn and Hershel were kidnapped and brought here. We've only seen a few leave that train car, and they haven't gone back. We've been trying to decide the best course of action to rescue them." Maggie said quietly, eyes never leaving the train car she'd mentioned.

Carol nodded, "Wait! Look! They are back!"

The group watched as several armed men approached the train car. There was seemed to be a lot of discussion going on before several people were pulled out. Including Rick, Glenn, T-Dog and three other people the teen didn't recognize. They were then secured with ropes and herded into the large warehouse.

"We need to get in there. Now." Daryl muttered, looking to the rest of the group for support.

Harry glanced at the fencing before smiling gently. "Let's go through the front door then, yes? That could create a suitable distraction for others to sneak in the back."

Before anyone could stop the injured teen, he apparated back to the trees near the large doors. With one last glance to where the rest of the group was hidden, Harry slowly left the cover of the trees and limped his way to the gates. He ignored his instincts as they screamed a warning at him. His pack was only filled with muggle items and no extras, he sighed as his bow brushed against his thigh as he walked. Stopping a foot from the metal doors, Harry raised his cane and rapted on the entrance a half dozen times, before standing back to wait. Eventually someone would come to greet him.

The game was on.