Chapter 1: Get 'er done.
It irritates me when I read crossovers and they have Harry/others go to another world and do jack all to change the canon of that world. I mean, the same people die or get hurt, the same events happen, and most of the time, the magical/supernatural being transported, or what have you, hides their magic/powers. If it's the end of the world Statute of Secrecy be damned. Do what you can to save who you can, I say.
This crossover is going to have Harry/others join the cast of the Walking Dead, but they will change everything. They have magic, they can do almost anything. They can keep people safe, get rid of the walkers and the psychos. There is no need to have that many problems when they have magic.
There will be hardships, some that the Walking Dead doesn't touch on, but are very really dangers in the state of Georgia. So, it's not going to be all sunshine and roses.
Also, I drew a few things from other WD/HP fics, like Survival by misteeirene, and Walking Dead Wizard by DebsTheSlytherinSnapefan. Not enough to call it plagiarism, but an idea or two.
HP timeline has been brought up to match WD. It is easier for my memory, which sucks by the way, to remember 2010, than 1994/95. Even then I might have stuff out of their time. I will try my best and look up what I can, but still…
This is a teaser chapter; I still need to get my others up and running. But, I couldn't even concentrated on them with this running through my head.
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Harry Potter was furious. He had only been 'home' for one week, and he was hopping mad. After his 'uncle' had thrown him out when he was seven, he never wanted to come back here. But, Dumbledore, in all his infinite wisdom, decided that this is where the 'Boy-Who-Lived' belonged. Some bullshit about blood wards. As if those hadn't fallen the moment Vernon had kicked him out.
Oh, how Harry hated that old man. He had been doing just fine with his little gang of runners. But, no, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore knew more than anyone, according to him. Arsehole. He was going to gut that old man someday. Who the hell did he think he was, playing with Harry's life this way?
Harry didn't think he was the most knowledgeable person on wards, but in his quest of knowledge during last year's fiasco, the Tri-Wizard Tournament, he did run across how a few of them worked. So, he knew that there were no blood wards on the Dursley's house. But when he told the twinkly eyed bastard that, he was patted on the head and spelled into compliance.
The spell didn't take of course, but Harry had played it off as if it had. He had almost gotten away with it too, but Snape happened to read his mind on his plans to disappear for the summer, and hopefully forever. So, of course, that greasy git told the twinkly eyed bastard and here he was.
Harry had never wanted to go to Hogwarts, and he did his very best to be expelled short of hurting his fellow students… too much. Poor Malfoy, the brat earned it though.
Nevertheless, he never wanted to go to that school. Who would, after living a very carefree life? Sure, there were days when he and his didn't eat, but with magic to help those were far in-between the good days. They had never really suffered much. If you didn't count their jobs as runners. It was always a worry that they would not come back from a run, but it was a chance they were willing to take.
He would just leave, but that twinkly eyed bastard had put a magical leash on Harry, tied to his Aunt. He could go anywhere he wanted until 5 p.m. Then he was compelled to return home, on pain of chest. The longer he fought it, the more it hurt, until his magic would take over and pop him to the littlest bedroom.
His aunt wasn't too happy with it either. If Harry wasn't home, then she was compelled to go and find him. She had fought tooth and nail not to have her nephew there, but she lost to the man who could turn her into anything and walk away. This, of course, caused Harry a mess of problems, in the form of verbal attacks. Not that he didn't give as good as he got, but he truly could live without the bullshit he put up with.
All that was fine and dandy, but that's not why he was angry now. His godfather was supposed to have gotten in touch with him earlier, via the mirror, but he had not heard from the man. He wasn't sure if he was angry or worried. The man was on the run from the law, after all.
Still, they were supposed to be making arrangements for the next full moon. While there was a nice sturdy cage in the Dursley's basement, Sirius was trying to get 'permission' from the Headmaster to let Harry run with Remus, like he had done since the beginning of fourth year.
The Forbidden Forest was a great place to run. Remus had warned him on how he was almost found out in his years at the school, by Snape of all people. So, Harry made sure to be 'missing' on more days then the full moon. Not even his friends knew he was a werewolf. They thought he had some uncurable muggle disease.
It didn't help his temper any that last night was the full moon. He had had to suffer his transformation alone, without the benefit of Wolfsbane. Stupid Snape. He woke up in pain and hating life in general. This infliction was enough to never want to help anyone again.
He sighed at that thought, for no matter how rough his life was, or had been, or even will be, he would always stick his neck out to help the helpless. It was one of the reasons he never made it past runner, in his gang of friends. He was hesitant to kill. Sure, he carried a gun, had since he was seven, but he only took maiming shots.
It had been hard enough hiding the fact that he was indeed a werewolf, but last summer had been a nightmare. His 'family' were terrified of him, and he was bloody well glad of that, or it would have been worse.
What had made it so bad, was that Dudley, in all his moronic wisdom, thought it was a good idea to pick on Harry when he was recovering from the full moon. Idiot. He started it last summer, and the two times that Harry was weak, Dudley took full advantage of it. Harry got him back and it became a game of who did who worse.
Dudley soon learned that Harry didn't give a damn about the Restrictions for Underage Magic, and the fat boy was thoroughly hexed for his troubles. That didn't seem to stop him though. It was almost fun.
The Ministry had sent him notice after notice, but the twinkly eyed bastard made them all disappear. He must have something on the current Minister, because the worse he got was 'don't do that again'. Idiots.
Harry usually won, of course. But, Dudley did get in a few hits. Mostly pranks Harry was too tired to avoid. It had been fun, for what that was worth. He and his cousin were okay, not buddy enough to be called friends, but distant family worked.
He hummed to himself while feeling the strain of the transformation. He had taken some medicine that Remus had recommended, and it was working. So, he laid there and thought about ways to make Dudley pay for the ice water he had dumped on him that morning.
Suddenly there was a noise downstairs, knocking Harry out of his contemplation, that sounded like the front door was being kicked in. Knowing that the snake bastard was out to get him, or that man's minions, Harry jumped out of the bed and grabbed his wand and was out his bedroom door in seconds.
Stopping at the top of the stairs, taking in the scene below him, he gave a huge sigh of relief when he saw Sirius, Remus and five other magicals. They were a sight for poor eyes. While he didn't know the others, his dogfathers were that and that was all that mattered.
"Hey, guys, I'm glad to see you," he said, coming down the stairs and entering the living room.
"Hold up a minute, Harry, we've got some housekeeping to do," Sirius said, smirking at the Dursleys, who opened their mouths to start yelling. Well, not Dudley, he was just looking around with a dumb look on his face.
Remus, Sirius and the tall black man stunned them to keep them quiet, while they explained what was going on to Harry. The Dursleys flopped down from where they stood, and Harry winced a bit, when Dudley's head hit the floor with a small crack. Of all the people he shared a house with, he blamed Dudley the least. After their rousing game last summer, it was almost a compatible relation with the fat boy. Almost.
"Harry, grab everything in your room. Shrink it down, and pack it in one of these," Sirius said, throwing a few cloth sacks to his godson. "Call that house elf friend of yours and clear out the whole upstairs. I only want to see family pictures left behind."
"What's going on?" Harry asked, snatching the bags out of the air. "Not that I'm against robbing the Dursley's blind, but what gives?"
"I'll explain it all when we leave. Just trust me, we have to go. Now," the grey-eyed wizard said, waving his wand and shrinking all the furniture and decorations, bar the family photos, into his sack. The other six wizards spread out to do the same. When they left the whole place was going to be barren.
Harry had no idea why his godfather was acting weirdly. Still, he trusted the man, so he shrugged his shoulder and went to clear out his room. A wave of his wand and everything he owned, and much that he didn't, was shrinking and flying into the bag.
"Dobby," the teen called.
"Yes, Master Harry, sir?" the little elf asked when he popped in.
"Go pack everything in the other rooms. Sirius is freaking out, and he wants this house cleared of everything," Harry said, handing the elf the other bags while still eyeballing what he was doing. "Leave the photos, but grab everything else, okay? Actually, leave Dudley's clothes and some books and toys," he added as an afterthought. "But, completely gut all the other bedrooms."
"Yes, sir, Harry Potter, sir," Dobby said, hurrying along to do just that.
Harry finished with his room, so he went to the attic and started there. It took about five minutes for the upper part of the house to be emptied. He absolutely loved magic. There was just so much you can do with it. It was the only thing he liked about that school, there were tons of spell books just waiting to be read. The library was just a treasure trove of information. It was so simple to find a spell that copied books, patent be damned. His trunk was bursting with the info he claimed. Dumbledore was a moron for giving him his invisibility cloak and thinking that he would be a good little boy with it. Sucks to be him.
Seeing the attic was finished, he went back down a floor. Harry helped Dobby finish up in the bathroom and joined the others in the living room. The adult Dursleys were awake and staring at Sirius in abject horror. Dudley was still knocked out on the floor. Harry went over and positioned him into a better position. Hopefully, he wouldn't wake up all achy and in pain.
The teen then went to see what his godfather was telling his relatives.
"Well," the dogman demanded in a voice close to a bark. He glared at the Dursleys with something akin to hate. He knew how they had booted Harry out at the tender age of seven. Not even his deranged mum would have done that. They even waited until squibs were eleven before dropping them off at an orphanage. If the crazier Blacks didn't kill them first. Still…
"I don't believe you," Vernon answered, folding his meaty arms across his fat chest.
Petunia just sniffed, sticking that skinny nose so far up in the air, it was a wonder she didn't cut off her own oxygen supply.
"Not my problem, then," Sirius said cheerfully, turning around and waving the other magicals to follow him.
"Come back here, you thieves. I'm calling the police…" were the words that followed them out the door. Sirius waved his wand and the door repaired and locked. He smirked at the others and waved the way down the path.
Harry followed along but he felt like he missed some important information. However, he knew he'd be told later. The one thing that he first liked about Sirius, is that the man didn't hide anything from him. It was a relief to him to have an adult in his life that would tell him what he needed to know. Even the bosses held things back, and a few times it almost got him, or one of the other runners, killed. Hence, his need to carry a firearm.
The nine of them left, walking down the street in the darkness. With only the streetlamps to guide them. It was a cloudy night, and it was getting cooler by the moment. Not too cool, but not the sweltering heat of the day.
"Dobby, find us later, alright?" Harry said to his little friend, holding out his hand for the bags.
"Yes, sir, Harry Potter, sir," the elf said, giving his sacks to Harry and popping away.
"Now can you tell me what's going on?" Harry demanded, tucking the sacks away and walking fast to keep up with his godfather and the other adults.
It was Remus that answered, with a question. "What did your wolf look like the last night?"
"How the hell would I know? There's no mirror in the Dursley's basement," Harry snapped back, miffed that his question was diverted again. "Even if there was, I wouldn't have remembered it."
"Did you feel different?"
Harry paused, now that he thought about it, yeah, he had. "Beefier, I guess. Like I wasn't starving," he finally said, after a few moments of silence. "Also, a bit more clearheaded," he added as an afterthought.
"That's what we're afraid of," Sirius said with a sigh. They had come to a stop and were just looking at one another.
"What do you mean? I'd think it was a good thing," the teen said, scrunching his nose in confusion. Not being a raving mad monster had to be good, right?
"When I saw Remus transform last night, he looked more like the wolf in that movie American Werewolf in London, and not a scary hairy skeleton he normally is. To tell the truth, I always wondered why magical werewolves looked like that," he added thoughtfully, thinking of the movie Lily had taken them to when she found out about Remus' infliction.
She had wanted to show them what muggles thought werewolves looked like and asked them to compare the two. It had been a very philosophical conversation. They never did find the answers, and when he saw Remus look like the bloke in the movie, he knew something was different, possible wrong.
"There's a legend," started Remus in his professor voice as they continued down the street. Everyone listening in. "It says that when the end of the world is near, Armageddon, if you will, then magical creatures will… mutate, for lack of a better word. They will become stronger, or their magic will make them easier to hide themselves if they are peaceful animal. Like unicorns. Though, the centaurs will… mutate more like we did. Either way they will be smarter and more prone to survive. Their instincts will get sharper. Sirius told me about it first thing this morning what he saw. That got me worried. I hit the books first thing, and I rediscovered the legend."
"After Remus explained it to me, I went to Gringotts, and confirmed with them that something was coming. And that something isn't good," Sirius said, looking at his godson to gauge his reaction.
"How would they know?" the boy asked, mulling over what was being said.
"They noted a few changes themselves, and in the dragons, and other creatures they… employ," Remus said, not liking that those creatures were basically enslaved to the goblins. But there was little he could do, what with his lack of political power, being a werewolf and all.
"Oh, what did they say to make it so you're ready to live a life of crime?" Harry inquired. As far as he knew Remus and Sirius were goody-two-shoes. Not that they were pure as the driven snow, but they did go out of their way not to break laws.
"They simply concurred with Remus' predictions," Sirius said, laughing a bit at the irony of the goblins agreeing with wizards. It only took the end of the world.
"More than that," Remus added, shoving Sirius' shoulder. "I can see that they too are different. More feral, I guess, like they are more likely to fight than count money. It's like a blood lust is forming within them. That tells them that they need to prepare for the worst."
"Yeah, they're closing the bank at the first sign of trouble, and going to ground, literally. So, I cleared mine and yours vaults. We've been shopping all day," Black said, patting a pocket on his jacket.
"And these guys?" Harry asked, waving to the magicals quietly following them.
"They're with us," Remus said, smiling at the two he knew personally.
"Yeah, they were doing the same shopping frenzy we were, so we decided to band together to find a place where we can survive," Sirius added, putting his arm around his godson as they continued to walk. "I talked to the goblins, and they set us up with a beauty. I'll explain more on that later," he finished, shoving his hands in his pockets, like he didn't have a care in the world. That was just like Sirius, to think that the end of the world was just another day.
"Besides shopping, we've been warning who we could. That's one of the reasons we were so late coming to get you. I mean, it's going on nine o'clock," the werewolf said, looking at the sky as if to confirm his time.
"The goblins, the werewolves, and a few rumors. All this shite points to the end of the world as we know it," Sirius stated with a weird grin. Like he was looking forward to what was to come, yet not liking it as well. "We made plans, we just have to do some prep. We're out of here tomorrow night."
"The 'end of the world', really?" the skeptical boy asked, looking around like the reason for these guys' strange behavior would simply pop out of the woodwork.
Strangely enough, it did.
Harry's eyes widened when an Inferi started shambling towards them. The thing looked burnt, dried out, and its arm was gone, and one of its eyes was hanging from its socket. Its hair was dry and stringy, limply blowing in the wind and when the thing turned to them, it started shuffling their way.
Sirius, being a quick thinker, blasted the thing in the chest. He grabbed Harry's shirt and started backing up. If he weren't so curious on what the hell it was, he'd disappear right then. But they were eight to one, it should be okay.
The thing stumbled back a few steps, as its guts spilled at its feet. But then, to the horror of the eight standing there, it just shuffled through them and kept coming. Its dead eyes fixed on them like they were the only thing it saw. Its mouth opened, showing jagged teeth and a black tongue. It was gross, and frightening.
Remus and the other's threw other curses, but nothing seemed to slow it down. They even hit it with a bone-breaking curse, but it just limped forward. No cry of pain, no recognition that it was hurt at all.
Harry could have sworn he heard the Killing Curse being fired off. He saw the green light hit it dead in the chest, but nothing phased it. Harry was mortified, that something like that existed. If there were more, then his dogfathers must be right, it was the end of the world. How did you fight something like this? It was already dead.
Then Sirius set it on fire, but it just continued its walk towards them, flaming. Like a giant Roman Candle. There was no screaming of pain, no groaning or any noise of distress, just the sound of shuffling feet and the crackle of fire.
The group of magicals were backing away from it, and they were ready to Disapparated. It seemed hopeless when Harry got an idea, he didn't know if it would work but he had to try. So, he shot the gun he had carried since he was seven.
The loud bang started the magicals and echoed in the night. A few lights came on and a few were starting to open their windows. But the magicals didn't take their eyes off the creature in front of them. Harry's shot was true, he got it right between its eyes.
The thing dropped.
Sirius quickly doused the fire, and then grabbed Harry's arm and Disapparated. They didn't go far, only to the shopping district in Surrey. It was a few miles from where they had been, but there was work to be done this night.
"The fuck?" Harry said, after catching his breath.
"Yeah, that's what I've heard rumor about," the tall blond man next to Remus said as he straightened up and fixed his robes. There was a haunted look on everyone's face, like they now had proof of their fears and wish they hadn't.
"That was not an Inferi," the bald black man stated from his position next to Harry, looking around to make sure there weren't any more.
"No, it's a muggle disease, as far as we know. A virus from what I've heard. Though, it will affect us too. I think it started somewhere in the jungles of South America, but I'm not sure. Anyway, as you saw, they are incredibly hard to kill. But, like young Harry did, you must get them in the head. It's the only way to stop them," the still unnamed blond said as he started walking to the nearest restaurant. He held his wand in a ready position. The 'fight' they just had had him on edge.
"Why didn't you then?" Harry asked, watching the man walk away.
"I didn't have a clear shot," the man answered, continuing on his way.
"Why there? The restaurant, I mean," a busty redhead asked while she fell into step with him. She too had her wand ready.
"Best get the meat, and frozen stuff, cleared out. If this goes as bad as we think, the electricity is going to cut off soon and all that food will go to waste," the blond said, waving his wand to the door, and hearing it click open.
"Won't they just restock?" Harry asked, peering down the street and taking in the many restaurants lining it.
"Probably, but what I take won't be wasted. So, I'm going to put a statis charm on a bottomless bag and throw everything in the freezer in it. Probably the canned stuff too" the blond added, pausing at the door.
"Grab everything, or half of everything, but all the food. Who knows what we'll need later," the black man ordered, finally moving from where he had stood and thought.
"Sure, you're probably right. We can do the whole district before morning. Then take a day to relax until the portkey activates," the blond explained, pushing open the door with his hand, his wand shoulder high, just in case.
The still unnamed redhead followed, her wand at the ready. The two slowly entered the building but heard Harry's next words.
"That is a really good idea," the teen said, nodding along. "Sirius, magic me up a bag or two, and I'll get the next joint. We should leave the grocery stores to everyone else. We'll just hit these and the fast-food places," he added, turning to his godfather, who looked a bit confused. Harry figured Sirius didn't understand the 'electricity' part but decided now was not the time to explain it to him.
Sirius shook his head and did as asked.
Then Harry thought of shelter. If there was one thing he learned, living on the streets, it was food, water and shelter were imperative to surviving.
"Hey, why don't you and Remus find a car lot, or something, and shrink it all down. Maybe an RV lot as well. When we're done here, we can hit the warehouse district," he said, unlocking the door of a deli, making sure his gun was handy. He wasn't going to be caught flatfooted again.
"What's an RV?" Sirius asked. If he was going to steal one, he needed to know what it was.
"I'll show him," a pink-haired woman said, catching Sirius' and Remus' elbows and pulling them away.
"I'm going to hit that sporting goods store," said the last unnamed person as they went to put words to action.
It took a better part of two hours to get the whole neighborhood cleared out. They left plenty of stuff for other survivors, but cleared out all the perishables, half the dining and cooking stuff, and most of the survival gear. They then went an did as Harry suggested and cleared the warehouses of half their merchandize.
They found everything you could dream of. Especially the Amazon warehouse. They gutted half of it. It was a simple matter of 'Accio Half of Everything', then standing back and guiding and shrinking the rush of items into appropriate bags.
Harry was amazed at all the stuff they were accumulating. Everything you could think of under the sun was flying into those bags. If they played it right, they would have power, food, fuel, and water. Everything they needed to be self-sufficient was there. Even stuff for growing, or feeding, food. Not to mention clothes, hygiene products, and other essentials that would come in handy later.
They would have to sit down and plan carefully, but Harry was getting excited that they might just survive what was coming.
When all was said and done, the eight wizards were tired and magically exhausted. They Apparated to Sirius' house and collapsed on the nearest flat surface. Be it the floor, the table or the furniture, they just crumpled. Only to be woken up an hour later by the grumbling of the house elf in residence.
Sirius took exception to this and stunned the blasted thing. They all fell back to sleep.