Note: for this chapter, if the dialogue is in italics, it's a direct lift from the show. The crossover here starts from the Walking Dead Season Five, Episode Eight, titled "Coda." For Harry, I've made some assumptions, and Potter's backstory diverges at the last chapter, before the Epilogue. I'm not sure what my plan is regarding the whole 'MoD!Harry' thing. I might work with it, might not, but it won't be a big deal if I do.
The Walking Dead universe is the same, up until this branch. You may notice a couple characters disappearing, as truthfully in text it's hard to follow the myriad of storylines that the Walking Dead shows us. I'm trying my best to let the two worlds mesh naturally, so assume that if a side story isn't being discussed (for example, Hilltop things) they're still happening as they did in the show, with any changes being discussed when the storylines collide. Additionally, characters may die or live opposite the show, but if a character avoids death, they aren't in the clear forever, they just rolled high enough to pass this check.
Additionally, if you're interested in some beta work for this story please let me know. I'm writing this by the seat of my pants, with a vague ending in mind, so i wouldn't mind someone pointing out the holes as we go.
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He had never been the biggest fan of hospitals, magical or otherwise. He had never really thought of why, although he felt that the biggest con against them was the permeating smell of disinfectant that clung to the walls, air fresheners be damned. His eyes still closed, he took a deep breath and listened, trying to get a feel for where he was.
A cool bracelet clung to his left arm - handcuffs, muggle ones - and there was a steady beeping coming from a machine not too far away. He had heard them before, on the telly, on one of those shows that he watched with Mrs. Granger during a quiet spring evening. Overlaying the steady beeps was the distant murmurs of voices; he never had a problem hearing quiet noises, but he hadn't trained to listen to them as Ron had. They had both been shocked by that - who knew that listening was actually a trainable skill?
Slowly he opened his eyes, and took a quick glance to his left, and then a quick one to his right, before closing his eyes once more. The room was sparse, although as hospital rooms go he couldn't claim it was terribly surprising. A window claimed the right wall, housing an unknown city beyond it's dirt-streaked glass, while the left housed a door and a number of posters, that looked to contain charts of some sort, although from this distance he couldn't be certain without his glasses.
He sighed softly, making sure not to move his chest too irregularly in case he was being observed. He supposed it was slightly paranoid; they clearly meant no harm to him, if the bandages that surrounded his chest were any indication. If they had wanted him dead, well, he doubted he would have woke. He furrowed his brow briefly, trying to remember what had lead him here. Flashes of memories washed over him - the road trip, the argument, the accident…
Bugger.
He opened his eyes once more and sat up slowly, reaching across himself to the side table with his right hand, blindly grabbing at the most likely spot for his glasses to have been placed. If they really were observing him, they were doing an incredibly good job of staying hidden. Shrugging, he put them on and glanced once more around the room, looking for his bag, as he pulled the monitors from his body. He waved his hand carelessly over the handcuffs and they slipped off, as he got up and shuffled over to his things, grimacing slightly as his chest lit up with a sharp pain.
He wasn't worried that someone most likely had searched inside the bag; the compartment that non-magical folk could see held random odds and ends, but nothing he was worried about. It wasn't that he wanted folks to be taking his things, but carrying around an empty bag in this day and age would lead to far more questions than one filled with what some might politely call junk.
A quick rummage and an awkward couple of moments later as he worked around his new bandage, he stood fully dressed, his pack on his back. He frowned briefly at himself, looking over the room. They had so far only helped him, but the number of good samaritans in this world, those who would help without expecting anything, were dwindling by the hour, and he had a feeling that these folk weren't of that count if the handcuffs were any indication. He walked over to the door slowly and quietly, pressing his ear against it, trying to remember what Ron had been muttering to himself as he had studied how to listen.
"I'm sorry to hear that." A woman's voice said, muffled by the door. "He was one of the good guys." there was a brief pause before she spoke once more. "One of yours for one of mine."
A deeper voice spoke then, it's speaker was too far away from the door to be heard clearly. There was a quiet shuffling sound and the squeak of something being rolled down the hallway, and then the woman spoke once more. "I'm glad we could work things out." Harry frowned at the door. A hostage exchange then?
The woman's voice came through once more, this time sounding slightly more on edge than before, if that was at all possible. "Now I just need Noah, and then you can leave."
There was a brief pause before the man's voice could clearly be heard, getting louder with each word. " - sn't part of the deal." Harry raised an eyebrow at this. Hadn't this bloke ever seen a movie before? Hostage exchanges never go down how you'd like them to.
"Noah was my ward. Beth took his place and I'm losing her, so I need him back." Harry frowned at the door once more and stepped back from it. It sounded like he was trapped in one of those action movies Mr. Granger was so fond of. He clutched at the cane knife strapped to his leg, grabbing the handle and slowly pulling it free of it's harness. It sounded like he was in the thick of things once more, and judging by the volume of the voices in the hallway, there was bound to be some blood shed before the hour was up if things didnt calm down quickly.
"Wait!" came a younger female voice, and a flurry of footsteps could be heard coming down the hallway. Harry braced himself, and opened the door and stepped into the brightly lit hall. The noise in the hall quieted near instantly, and everyone turned to look at him.
Harry raised the hand currently not holding his knife to his side and gave a brief wave. "Hullo." he said with a nervous chuckle, glancing to both parties, taking in what he was only able to hear a second ago. A group of what appeared to be a mix of hospital folk and police stood at one end of the hall, a group of what were clearly survivors at the other, and in the middle stood a policewoman and a young couple, somewhere around his age if he had to guess. The woman in uniform opened her mouth to speak, and then closed it once more, clearly at a loss with this new development.
She opened it once more to speak, but Harry cut her off as gently as he could. "I hate to be rude and dash like this, but I have to be going; things to be, places to see, you understand, right?" Harry paused. "Or something like that." Harry said with a airy wave of his hand, moving closer to her in the most non-threatening manner he could. He just needed to get a couple feet closer for him to be able to cast a confudus charm on her, and he suspected that the only way he could leave this hospital unscathed was with her sayso.
"Now I doubt I have the complete picture of what's going on here, but i'd like to thank you for your hospitality and all that, and just ask that you give me a second to converse with my good friends Beth and Noah here." At the sound of her name Beth looked up at Harry with a slightly puzzled expression on her face, before seeming to gather that Harry must have some sort of plan for all of this. Noah, meanwhile, continued to look at Harry as though he was insane, which, in his defense Harry supposed, it kind of did appear so. After all, he had just stepped from a room after being out for who knows how long and claimed to be friends with the two of them. The fact that he was dressed in a suit in this day and age probably didn't do much to help either.
"Stop!" The policewoman - Dawn, if Harry was reading her nametag correctly. "Who exactly are you?" Her hand slowly rested on the gun on her belt, looking warily at him as he came to a halt.
Harry raised his eyebrows at this and glanced at the door down the hall behind him. "I'm the bloke who was in room 506; My name is Harry Potter, though you can just call me Harry." He finished with a grin, trying to emulate the easy, disarming grins he had witnessed his father and Sirius make in the photos he had.
He apparently failed miserably as she raised her eyebrows and looked at the men behind Harry, specifically at the man in the white coat. "There was a man in Room 506? I thought that was just a supply room."
The man furrowed his brow and shook his head. "There wasn't anyone in Room 506. I went in there yesterday to look for some gauze and there wasn't anyone in there. The room just has a couple of supply shelves, there wasn't any space for someone to be hiding." He sidled over to the doorway and poked his head in. He came back into the hall and shook his head again. "There isn't anything there beyond the shelves. I'm not sure where he came from."
Harry just shrugged. "I'm just telling you what I know. Odd though. Anyway," he said, taking another step closer to Dawn. He rolled his wrist and jabbed quickly, trying to make it look like he was working out a kink in his wrist as his confudus charm shot towards the woman. It hit home and she staggered briefly, shaking her head before looking back up at him. "My group and I are going to head out now, and Noah is going to guide us to the gate, alright?"
The policewoman looked slightly confused for a second before nodding her head gently. "Of course, Noah will guide you and your group to the gate because you guys need to head out now." Harry inwardly facepalmed at the stilted language coming from her. If she kept talking odds were someone would notice something was up, even if their first thought wasn't Harry the Wizard.
Noah and Beth both looked between Harry and Dawn with confusion and disbelief etched on their faces. Harry just lightly gestured his head towards the group of survivors at the end of the hall who had been watching the whole time. Harry took a more standard size step and gasped suddenly, his arm pressing against his chest as a burst of pain nearly brought him to his knees. Beth turned around at his quiet cry and placed herself underneath his arm, letting him lean on her as they made their way to the group.
A slightly wild looking man stood before Harry, looking him up and down. Harry tilted his head as their eyes met, and he recognized the flash of recognition that was seen in the man's eyes before he nodded briefly. "Let's get away from here, and then we can trade introductions. How bad is it? Can you walk?"
Harry glanced over at Beth briefly before turning back to the man and nodding. "It's bad, but I can make it. I mean, it's this or I deal with them," he said, waving his hand over his shoulder in the general direction of the people behind him. "And I don't exactly feel that they'd take kindly to the fact that I came from a room they all were positive was empty."
