Chapter 3

'Sirius!' He screamed, reaching for his Godfather's stiffening form as it sailed through the air. It felt like slow motion as the shock hit everyone. Harry moved to catch Sirius but something collided with him, keeping him from reaching the most important person in his life. 'No! Let me go! SIRIUS! No!'

But no matter how hard he fought, he couldn't get out of Remus's hold as Sirius disappeared into the Veil. Everything seemed to mute itself once his Godfather was out of view. He struggled against Remus through the pain, even though he couldn't reach Sirius anymore he could get revenge for his Godfather. So he fought hard, trying to slip from the werewolves hold.

'I killed Sirius Black!' Bellatrix cackled and sang through the silent, frozen battlefield as everyone stared in shock. 'Killed Sirius Black, I did!"

Harry screamed, fighting his way free of the werewolf as all consuming rage filled him. He would kill her, hurt her. If anyone feared Voldemort then they would fear him too because he would burn the world for his family. At that point he'd do anything to make the pain stop. It was her fault. It was all their faults that Sirius was dead!

Harry came back to himself as he panted in distress, covered in sweat and grim but fully conscious again. It had been a while since he'd fallen into a flashback that severe, not since he'd arrived here at least. No one had tried to contact him, even though he had been gone for months already. Even his new raven Patronus, which he had named Nevermore, had been unable to find anyone that Harry asked for. The teen had waited for weeks for some sort of correspondence or acknowledgment, yet no owls or letters came for him. But neither had the Aurors which he had been anticipating, that was why he kept moving and not settling anywhere.

There was no way he was going to go back to people who had abandoned him essentially. Even if everything had changed.

At first Harry had been worried when his Patronus wouldn't deliver his messages, but that worry had lessened as time went on and there was no change to his many tries. Though he made sure to summon Nevermore occasionally, just to feel the overwhelming happiness the Raven radiated. That black void had probably saved him from a life of depression and solitude, but it had also dropped him into a waking nightmare.

He'd learned a lot during his time here. For one thing Harry was almost certain now that he was in a new world, one different from his own. Harry had also noticed that he'd begun talking to Nevermore, whenever he summoned the ethereal raven, and it was beginning to worry him. Perhaps he should find someone to talk to. One that wasn't rotting and was real.

Because even though he could control the Inferi and they mainly left him alone he had tried talking to them at one point. They weren't very good conversationalist.

Getting up stiffly, he worked out the kinks by stretching and packed away the few things he'd left out the previous night. What he wouldn't give to do some yoga! It wasn't like he made a mess, but he usually left his trash and used items on the opposite side of his camps to keep the smell down. It also made being followed more difficult.

He had more scavenging to do then he would leave this city. While he might have a lot of items in his infinity bag it never hurt to be well stocked. Who knows when he might run into one of the people on the list Death gave him. Yea that was another thing. Harry had found out that Death was the one who left Harry the note and list of names he found in his infinity bag on his back.

So his day started out like any other. Eat. Wash. Scavenge. Repeat. All while keeping an eye out for anyone on his list of people, to prevent them from dying too soon. Even though he knew logically that he could use his magic as he pleased he was still unsure of using it in public, a trait he was sure came from Hogwarts. Plus it didn't help that a lot of people were trigger happy now a days. So Harry mainly kept to himself as he wandered the city on foot, only using his magic and unseen wings if he needed to avoid hostile groups or lone bandits. Both were bad. Other humans were threats, no matter what they said.

The sound of numerous shuffling feet had Harry hiding himself behind crates that had been left out during the initial attack, as a small herd of inferi passed by him. Harry knew the inferi would just walk right past him and not bother him, but he didn't want to risk drawing attention to himself and having the inferi walk right past you would definitely draw attention to you.

Once the last of the stragglers passed by him, Harry darted from his hiding spot and into the general store across from him. He had to look like he was avoiding the inferi just like everyone else was. The store was dark and silent, but Harry had no trouble seeing. That was something else he'd realized about himself, he no longer needed glasses. His eyesight was now perfect, he could even see in the dark. Unfortunately he had also grown a few splotches of feathers on his face, not much but enough that it would be noticeable if he didn't hide them with magic.

Finding the canned foods turned out to be relatively easy, so he began packing them into what he was calling his infinity bag. It was as he was loading the last can of food in his bag when he heard the shop door open and a flashlight turn on. He silently and slowly crept away from the food isle. He didn't want to get caught by survivors, especially when they could be hostile which was often the case in the cities and outlying suburbs. He had run across a few groups like that causing him to shudder in remembrance. Though the echo in the store told him it was one person, Harry felt that coming into the city alone was a bad idea in general. On purpose, it spelled suicidal.

"Remember Glenn, food first and then medical supplies." A male voice murmured as it passed by his hiding spot. Completely oblivious to his presence.

The newcomer was tall and lanky, Harry noticed immediately as he kept track of the new person while going over his list of names in his mind to see if there was a Glenn on it. The man wore a baseball cap and had several bags strapped to his front and back; some looked full already. It was obvious that 'Glenn' was scavenging for a community; but Harry hadn't seen him among the two communities he had come across, so whose group did he belong to? Was there another group coming to this city? That would start a feud between the other two, who fought over territory constantly.

Harry frowned, people shouldn't be coming to Atlanta, they should be avoiding it at all cost. Most of the streets were blocked off by hordes of Inferi, while others had been destroyed during the bombings. It was a nearly inescapable maze.

Harry froze as the new person looked around the store, suddenly; before ditching the new comer and making his way to the pharmacy as quietly as possible. There was no reason for him to alert the other man of his presence. It wasn't like the remaining survivors owned anything to anyone, plus there was no Glenn on his list of people to keep from dying right now. He wouldn't be able to take everything now that someone else was here, couldn't take any chances. But he grabbed the few remaining boxes of bandages, gauze, cleaning fluids and ointments he could find. Perhaps he'd come back and look through the pharmaceuticals left behind but right now he was out of time. The voice moving in his direction froze him. Not trusting the dim lighting, he slowly made his way to the front of the shop as he sneakily maneuvered around the guy.

"Bit silent here, kind of creepy actually." The man spoke softly, as if afraid to speak louder in case it attracted anything.

Was this Glenn guy actually suicidal? Didn't they know that noise meant death in the cities? Obviously, the boy knew there were other survivors but it had been at least three weeks since the last time he interacted with anyone else. Around the time that he'd run into a non-friendly pair of teens, he'd felt bad and fed them, they'd tried to kill him later that night. Though the looks on their faces when Harry just stood up after being shot in the head and preceded to walk towards them. Harry never saw those teens again and he wouldn't be surprised if they were still running.

This Glenn guy was obviously delusional enough to make noise, everyone that was still surviving knew that noise brings the inferi, which means death or fleeing. People never really changed, he mused, they got in a rut and didn't expect anything to go wrong. Ironic that the end of this world had probably come about the same way. Due to human stupidity.

Harry waited until the guy had left before leaving the store as well. Even though he could have left first, he moved as silently as possible to follow Glenn. Harry was curious about the other's group and he had a feeling that some of the people on his list were a part of said group. It wasn't every day he came across a lone scavenger like himself.

Even though he generally avoided people something in him wasn't allowing him to ignore this opportunity. So he followed the skilled scavenger through the dead filled city, followed him into stores and through alleys as the man navigated from his memory.

Harry was able to grab a few things from each store that they visited, which was a bonus.

Some of the places they went Harry hadn't realized existed. It must be places personal to Glenn.

When Harry finally caught up to the man again, he was leaning against the side of a car eating what appeared to be jerky and looking in his direction; right at Harry.