A/N; Shawnie-cat; Here is the Beta Reader version of this chapter.

Shawnie;Warning there is a swear word in this chapter, I decided to keep, since I thought it would be the last thing this character would say.

Shawnie-cat; Me too, but its just a word, but on with the new and improve chapter.

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July 8 1995

It was a beautiful day in the English countryside. The birds were singing and the air was calm and all was quiet. That is until a large blue car sped down one of the country roads. "Now Boy," enunciating the word as if it were the worst swearword in the world, "I don't want any of your freakiness, do I make myself clear of this?" The speaker was a portly looking man with a huge moustache that the boy thought looked like a rather ugly slug attached to his top lip. "Crystal clear uncle Vernon, but I wish you would tell me where you are taking me for the summer?" said Harry Potter, the messy-haired saviour of the Wizarding World. "Humph, said Vernon rudely, "if I told you that your freakish friends would just bring you straight back," and then pointedly ignored any more questions Harry had.

The car ride was well over six hours long, and they had passed two small towns, before Harry saw the ocean, then noticed some large Umbrella Corporation signs, one showing off the new reservoir dam that they had created, to help the drought problem in England. The next sign, however, was what got his attention. "Uncle Vernon, are you sending me to summer camp?" Harry asked his uncle in disbelief. "Just feel lucky that I'm not sending you to an orphanage instead!" Vernon snarled angrily and proceeded to ignore him until they pulled up to the entrance to a dirt road.
"Go down that road, and you'll find the campsite, now go!" Vernon spat out, and Harry quickly got out of the car and grabbed his battered trunk out of the boot. He had just dragged his almost full trunk out of the car and closed the lid before his uncle had sped off, leaving a trail of dust for Harry to choke on. Watching the car speed off, he glanced down the dirt track. The campsite was nowhere to be seen.

Night was falling as Harry reached a surprisingly large and newly built campsite filled with cabins, children playing games, and a large lake, which was at the base of the a huge dam. "This looks promising, at least I wasn't sent to Boot Camp," Harry thought before cringing at the image going through his head and quickly entered the campsite to find one of the counsellors.

A few minutes later, a young woman wearing a shirt with the picture for 'Lake Crystal' smiled at him." Welcome to Lake Crystal, my name is Frances, and I assume you are a late comer?" Frances asked, as Harry nodded. "Um yes, my name is Harry Potter, and I just arrived here." Harry nervously said, as Frances nodded. "Then come with me to the office, and I will sign you in, and assign you to a cabin." Frances kindly informed Harry in a cockney accent. She proceeded lo lead him to an expensive looking building made out of white stone where she made him sign a form, which she told him was a non-responsibility form for if he was injured, and assigned him to cabin 3, which was a short walk away.

After Harry was signed in, he was lead back outside, where Frances told him about the camp and activities. "Even though this is a large camp, we only have about thirty kids, both boys and girls," Frances informed Harry, as they walked through three rows of small wooded cabins." The boys side is to the left of the camp, and the right is the girls, and to let you know, we've got monitors around the campsite, so we will know if someone is not where they suppose to be," Frances informed Harry with a wink, and stopped at a cabin. "This is your cabin, you've missed dinner and breakfast is at six. Hope you're an early riser," Frances informed him with a grin and left him to get acquainted with his cabin mates.

Once in the cabin, Harry shyly greeted his roommates, since he was not sure how to talk to muggles, and then went straight an unused bed, where he quickly changed into his oversize pajama's and listened to the other boys talking about their home lives, and sometimes got into the conservations if he knew what the kids were talking about.

Early the next morning, Harry and his cabin mates were awaken by a loud siren, and Harry sleepily groped around for his wand, which he just remembered was in his trunk, before realising it was just the call to breakfast.

Just outside next to the calm lake a large wooden building stood, it was where Harry learned they would eat their meals there, but sometimes they would have picnics on sunny days. Harry couldn't stop the sly thought that it would be a cold day in hell before it got sunny in England.

As Harry entered the building, he noticed teens were already eating, or heading to an available seat, but as he started his way in, he was surprised by a familiar voice. "Harry! I didn't know you would be here?" a bushy brown-haired girl yelled, before smothering Harry in a hug. "Hermione, I thought you were going to spend sometime with your parents?" Harry only could ask, since that was what Hermione had written to him. "That was the original plan, but it was changed when my parents decided to go on their second honeymoon this summer, and my aunt and uncle couldn't take me along with my younger sister, so I decided to come here instead." Hermione informed Harry as they walked over to a buffet table and grabbed a plate, piling croissants and toast on until their plates were full.

Once Harry and Hermione were seated, Harry told Hermione about how he came to the camp, and Hermione was not too happy. "How could your uncle do that, since he should have known you need the protection of you aunt's house?" Hermione reminded Harry. "I know, but it seemed he wanted me to leave early this summer, and to make things worse, I couldn't owl professor Dumbledore, so I'm not sure he knows I'm here." Harry told her anxiously. "That's not good news, but do you have your wand with you?" Hermione whispered, and Harry quickly nodded. "I hide it in my trunk, so my uncle couldn't find it, since he didn't want me bringing anything of our kind to camp." Harry informed Hermione and she nodded, looking glad that Harry could protect himself.

In the next few days, Harry and Hermione did all activities the camp had to offer, from archery, canoeing, swimming and other outdoor activities, while having loads of fun with their new friends.

On the fourth day of camp, unknown to Harry and the others, two men dress in scientist uniforms stood on the dam looking over the campsite, and talking about plans they have brewing. "Sir, I did some testing on the lake, and I discovered that the levels are much higher then we had planned?" A young scientist warned an older man. "I know since it was on my order that they doubled the amount you recommended." The older man firmly informed the younger one. "But sir according to my tests, forty litres is the safety limit for the Virus to die in the open sea, and anything higher then that, it could infect the sea life, and quickly spread through-out the oceans of the world." The young man warned, causing the older one to glare at him sharply." I already know that, but the higher ups thought the testing would take too long, and only gave us seven days to complete our test for this new T-Virus." The older one barked. "And do not too worry about infecting the ocean, since we can detain the Virus before it enters the main ocean currents." The older man said in a tone that ended the conservation, and they both walked away.

On the fifth day, lunch was just finished, and everyone was heading out to the activities areas, when a scream was heard." What was that?" Harry asked Hermione, and they both quickly change their directions, to where the scream came from.

At the archery part of the camp, several teens were on the ground looking very sick, but luckily the camp counsellors were already looking them over. "Nothing to worry about, they probably got the summer flu, it would be best to bring them over to the infirmary for now." One of the older counsellors suggested, and had the others take the sick teens away, while sending the other youths back to their activities areas.

By the next night to Harry and Hermione's horror, almost all the camp teens were in their cabins, or in the infirmary, with the flu symptoms, and those who could still walk were starting to show the symptoms of infection.

Hours after a very quiet dinner, Harry and Hermione were walking alone down a trail, wondering what to do, since they were the only ones not affected by the flu. "I wish we could send Professor Dumbledore an owl, he could fix this," Hermione said worriedly as they walked back to camp." I wish I could, but I sent Hedwig to the Weasleys before I left home." Harry sighed, but both were interrupted by a bloody figure falling before them." Counsellor Frances!" Harry quickly yelled, as he quickly recognized the woman.

As Harry knelt before Frances, he took her into his arms. "Counsellor Frances what is happening?" Hermione distraughtly asked, but the counsellor was just mumbling uncontrollably. "It's not supposed to affect us. We're immune. T-Virus. They promised us. Umbrella… lied to us?" Frances mumbled, while not seeming to be aware of the teens.
"Hermione, have you heard about this virus thing?" Harry asked his friend hurriedly, Frances was getting worse. "I'm not sure, but I think it was in the papers after that Racoon City was destroyed," Hermione informed Harry, before being interrupted by the sick counsellor. "It's not a hoax. The virus is real. It turns people into.. into.. Zombies!" Frances gasped out, alerting the teens. "The T-Virus is contagious, don't let anyone bite you, it is the only way for it to spread..." Frances quickly said, but stopped as she lost consciousness. "Is she dead?" Hermione could only ask, as Harry felt for a pulse and found none. "She's gone," he declared solemnly before squaring his shoulders and looking back down the track they were on, "we better get to the camp and alert someone." Harry suggested, and Hermione only nodded as they got up and left the counsellor on the ground, unable and unwilling to carry her back.

While the two teens walked they voice their concerns. "Harry, what do you think of what Counsellor Frances just said?" Hermione asked. "I'm not sure, since it seems unbelievable, a Virus that creates zombies, it almost sounds like it should be in the movies or books." Harry joked but Hermione looked worried. "Actually zombies are real. Dark Wizards have created them in the past, they're called inferi, but I never heard of muggles doing it." Hermione worriedly started, but her worried looked turned to shock, as she felt like she had walked into a horror movie. Harry only squared his shoulders and set his jaw.

Back at the campsite, Harry and Hermione could only stare at the scenes, of once thought bedridden teens, were walking about expressionless, and terrorizing the still well ones.
"Harry, do you think what Frances said was true?" Hermione quickly asked, but it was answered as a crazed teen jumped on a running counsellor, and started biting her. "Hermione, we need to get out of here, now!" Harry whispered to Hermione, and she quickly agreed. "Harry do you have your wand on you?" Hermione asked distractedly as a 12 year old girl lunged at one of the fleeing counsellors, and Harry nodded. "I was lucky I was able to hide it in my bag." Harry informed Hermione as they took out their wands and ran into the woods surrounding the camp.

Sometime later, as Harry and Hermione walked into the forest part of the campsite, they stumbled upon another counsellor. "Harry, Hermione, you've got to get out of here as fast as you can! Umbrella set us up! This place is a death trap." An older counsellor warned, as he stepped up to the teens. "Sir, what is happening?" Hermione asked, as the counsellor sighed. "Umbrella is not what it seems, it's a weapons manufacturer, specialising in biological weapons," the counsellor informed the teens. "But sir? What about the adverts showing all their good deeds?" Hermione asked, as the man shook his head. "All of it is just a cover up, to blind everyone to what they are really doing, I…" The counsellor started, but a gunshot was heard, and he fell dead before the teens.

The counsellor fell and the teens saw an eight foot tall monstrosity emerge from the trees. It looked vaguely humanoid but its right arm was missing, with a huge machine gun where the hand should have been, and it had a large tube on its back. "What the fuck is that thing?" Hermione yelled in horror, as it turned to the teens. "I don't know, but lets not wait to find out!" yelled Harry and started to run back down the track. "And since when do you swear?" he asked with a grin. All he received was a terrified glare.

As the teens ran, they were being shot at by the large man, which luckily for the teens failed to hit them. A tree practically exploded to the side as they ducked behind a boulder to catch their breath.

As a very tired Harry and Hermione got their breath back, they looked to each other." We can't outrun it, we've got to fight it!" Harry breathlessly informed Hermione. "We should try a reductor on its gun. That should give us a chance to escape." Hermione suggested, and Harry agreed, as they both gulped, and rolled out to the side of the boulder, and aim their wand at the man's gun. "REDUCTO!" Both Harry and Hermione yelled simultaneously but were horrified as it just shrugged them off. "I've got an idea. Try not to hate me for this," said Harry as he aimed his wand at its head, a look of despair on his face. He looked down, as if searching his soul and emerged with a look of complete hatred on his face. "AVADA KEDAVRA!" he yelled and smiled in sick satisfaction as the huge man fell in a flash of green light and didn't get back up.

Both teens were glad to be rid of the thing but Hermione was staring in horror at what Harry had done. "Harr…" she started but stopped before taking a deep breath and looking at him and saying in a shaky voice, "Why did you have to use that Harry"
Harry looked at his wand in fascination and glanced at the fallen monster before looking Hermione in the eye. "Because I had to," he said in a forced calm voice. "It would have killed us if I hadn't. I didn't know any more powerful curses and I doubt you knew anything strong enough to put it down," he said before he began coughing. Hermione only looked at him as if in a new light before she too began coughing. They were both practically choking but Hermione managed to get out, "Harry… We must be infected!" before collapsing onto the floor, soon to be followed by Harry.

A minute after the two teens had collapsed, two men in scientist outfits stepped up between the two. "Are they alive?" The young scientist asked, as he looked both teens over. "I had Nemesis two and three use their guns to paralyze the teens for now. They showed remarkable resistance to the T-Virus." The older scientist informed the younger one. "But what are we going to do to them afterwards?" The young scientist asked." If we find anything special, I want to restart the Soldier program, we lost Alice last year, I've been trying to find someone to replace her and these two may be perfect from what I saw." The older scientist informed the younger one, and then gestured a group of fully armed men to take the teens away.

Once the teens were secured, the older man took out a radio and turned it on. "To all scientists, finish gathering all data and make sure the infected are taken care of. We are leaving in one hour!" The scientist firmly spoke into the radio, and shut it off.

Once the radio was put away, the older scientist turned to the younger one. "Are the detonation charges set on that Dam?" "Yes sir, and I already dumped the Virus neutralizer into the lake, hopefully it will kill off the Virus before reaching the ocean." The younger one informed the older scientist. "Good, let's get out of here. Set the timer to half an hour. We leave no evidence." The two scientists walked quickly to a nearby helicopter and watched as the dam was left behind in the distance. The only signal of the dam being destroyed was a sharp crack and a deep rumble.

Eight months later

March, 1996

In a futuristic looking lab the life support for two clear liquid-filled tubes was shut off and two pairs of eyes snapped open. One green. One brown.