Previously: Harry gathers his council to discuss business, while Shane goes on for a barn shooting. Harry talks to Death about his latest adventures, and he bonds with Daryl while hunting.

With all the love and thanks towards Salllzy, because she still takes her time to help me, and listen to me! I've added some previously's, I hope they help. I'm still learning, and I hope you enjoy this new chapter!


Present time Hitting the stores

Harry walked into the supermarket with a dagger in his left hand and his battle wand in his right hand, Daryl trailing behind him. He did not hear the man, but he felt his presence even more. Harry had not been able to shake the hunter when he had tried to apparate towards Ron, as he had mumbled something about Harry not travelling alone, even if it were through magical means.

Daryl had picked up his crossbow, checked his canteen in his bag, and had firmly placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. It had surprised Harry that Daryl had not been affected as much as he expected with the side-along apparition. The man held his bow ready, in case of an emergency, and it did make Harry feel protected. Harry had explained to him that he would take point so that Daryl would cover his back and the hunter had agreed without hesitation.

The wand that was made of elder by himself enjoyed these activities and Harry could only agree. This was what got his blood pumping. He knew he could not die, yet it was the adrenaline thrill that pumped through his veins that gave him that enormous rush.

He saw two heads of red hair a few meters before him, and smiled. George had been experimenting with different things and he obviously used one of those in this building. The floating lights came out of the small red wooden box that George held in his hand, and Harry heard Ron whisper something like 'blimey that's something'. George and Luna paired together caused more than chaos, he figured.

Death was still lingering next to him, following his every move but he wasn't interfering, so Harry took that as a good sign. Sometimes the entity would just follow 'its Master' just because it could, or possibly to annoy Harry. He hadn't figured that out yet or he had decided not to look too deep into the metaphorical rabbit hole.

Instinctively he still felt that Daryl was following him very silently, but every now and then when he had cleared a corner, he looked over his shoulder to still see the man behind him. He only wore a small canvas army bag that he had over his right shoulder, and Merle had attached an extra quiver there, that had been charmed by Harry himself to not lose any arrows and to retrieve any that Daryl would not be able to do so himself. It had been some nifty spell work, but the design had been George's completely.

The bag had been sent over by Luna a few days ago and had the same equipment as Harry or Ron, but for Merle and Daryl they added some muggle medicine, and some cigarettes, a box with matches, a tinder box, some dry little kindling woods, and a magical lighter. This had been a true WWW-invention as it looked like a normal lighter, but it did not need any supplies – except for a wizard to power it up every now and then – and also carried a rune to give electrical shocks.

All in all, they had embraced the Dixon brothers, who in turn took to them like water to a fish. Merle and Ron seemed to get on well, and he noticed that Ron trusted the other man to do his job if the ex-Auror wasn't there. For being dubbed the strongest wizard alive, Harry often wondered about the protectiveness of his brothers and friends.

"'S that George?" Daryl and Harry were standing in front of the two Weasley's and Harry nodded as he looked over the half of the twin that was doing his best to live on. He still wore some crazy coloured shirt under his battle robes, and Harry laughed. George would always be able to cheer him up.

"Yes, the one and only." He smiled and waved in Weasley's general direction, so they could drop the wards. When George did with Ron standing guard, Harry introduced the two to each other. "Daryl Dixon, meet George Weasley. George, meet our resident hunter."

George stepped out and smiled a small smile, while he extended his hand. He had lost his full smile a long time ago. Everybody knew he still missed his brother and nobody had dared to make the 'Forge' or 'Gred'-joke ever again.

"It's a pleasure, heard a lot about you guys. Just call me George."

"Daryl, likewise. You make all the stuff, right?" Daryl's voice sounded rough since he had barely spoken that day, but George just nodded in a positive response.

"Yes, that's me! Inventor extraordinaire, at your service." The man bowed with a flourish, that just made Daryl squint his eyes a bit more.


Present time The big market, with three wizards and Daryl

"We need to check the crew area, I only cleaned this space. Three Inferi were easily killed." Ron pointed at some burn marks on the floor that indicated that he had gotten rid of them. Daryl understood the idea of burning them rather than letting the bodies infect other things like the earth and such.

"Harry, you up for this? Daryl, stay with George please?" Ron had his wand out in one hand and a knife in the other, as Daryl had seen often with Hadrian. The man wore one of his many darker red coats, which were probably dragon leather, and he seemed to flourish in the look.

The hunter knew they did not leave him with George because they did not trust him but because he needed someone close. He was glad that he decided to join Hadrian on a whim so to speak; a feeling. He took his job seriously and kept guard as George was playing with things around him, rummaging through a bag now and then, sometimes summoning something, other times changing stuff into other stuff. He could not keep up as well as Merle with everything, but he tried. The most sounds he heard came from Ron and Hadrian, rummaging through the rooms, and clearing whatever was necessary.

Daryl was fascinated with the raven-haired man. He wanted to understand the dynamics within the group they would be joining better. He had talked it over with Merle last night, and they both agreed that they found Hadrian a fair leader, and someone worth following. Hadrian would rather sacrifice himself than his men, and Merle respected that. Especially because following Hadrian meant that the Dixons would keep their worth, and the others listened to their opinions without questioning.

When Shane and the others had joined the little camp they had set up in the quarry before, they would never listen, only expect them to do as asked, and help out without getting anything in return. Rick, as they had found, wasn't any better. The man wasn't stable, but also did not step back to take the time to grieve or process. Merle found that not the right behaviour from the man.

Hadrian was more stable, the man had earned respect from the people that followed him through his actions, he had a kind soul, and the way he had taken the Dixons in his fold, earned their respect. He never expected anybody to do anything they weren't comfortable with, and he listened to the things they found important.

Daryl found Hadrian having a calming effect on him, and more importantly Merle. Merle hadn't touched a single pill or anything else anymore after he met Hadrian. Even more important since he had taken Sophia and Carol under his wing. Daryl smirked as he realised that Merle probably had a big crush on Carol, and he hoped the man would do something with that. They had been promised a haven, and the Dixons would do whatever it took to contribute.

Hadrian was an enigma; he knew people and people seemed to know him one way or another. The Moore brothers owned a well-known and renowned farming and builder business and were very known in Atlanta among the farming communities, so to see Mack Moore get out of the truck the other day, had been a little surprise, but on the other side it had made sense. Hadrian had told him while they were hunting about his grounds, and what the original plans for Luna Park, as he called it, should have been. It wasn't a far fetch that someone would have recommended both brothers for Hadrian's project.

Daryl was curious what a wizarding house would look like in contrast to a house with no magic. Ron had tried to explain it a little bit, but that was more Merle's department. He was certain it would be different from the tent, but also not that much.

George was a decent guy, just like his brother but a bit more guarded. He knew the man had lost his twin brother, so it made sense that the man seemed a bit off. He needed a purpose and it had been given to him, to help and make sure that Hadrian's group would survive. The hunter understood that.

"Daryl, please watch the direction they went off, I need to drop some wards for this test to work. Just shoot anything that comes through please." The redhead asked and Daryl just nodded that he understood, while he took on his position.

"Thank you. Now if you hear explosions or other sounds; it's meant to do that, alright?" George added.

The man seemed to want a verbal response after Daryl had just nodded, so he added an extra "sure" for his companions' clarity. The man started whispering in Latin or something that resembled that and before Daryl knew it, the explosions went off, and a faint glow resided in the air. George seemed to be happy with the result, as he penned something down with a fountain pen in a notebook, while Harry and Ron still had not returned to check.

Daryl looked at the inventor with his eyes squeezed, sensing the area around him. It took a few minutes before he heard Ron yell a 'clear' towards Harry, who in turn yelled something towards George, who smiled.

"Yes! It worked!" Big Red, as he dubbed Ron - following in Merle's footsteps with nicknaming people around them – smiled happily towards his brother, and they hugged shortly.

It seemed that the redheads were used to a lot of physical contact. He watched Hadrian as he carefully started waving his wand around to pack a lot of things in various bags that seemed to come out of nowhere. When the wizards started packing some things by hand, as the other stuff flew around the market, he lent them a hand. They cleared the whole place, not one thing was being left behind. Hadrian explained that they had special charms for cooling, preservation, and many other things. They shrunk everything and had a special pantry for everything they gathered at their home base.

"Don't forget the coins, Ron!" Hadrian waved over at the till who opened miraculously, and Daryl threw him a look that made the other man smile softly, of course, that was magic.

"Coins are made of metal, silvers, bronzes, and others. We use those in rituals, protection spells, and much more. Money won't be coming back in the traditional sense for muggle's I suppose, and wizarding kinds have their own money, made of actual gold, silver, and bronze." Hadrian explained after a while, after he noticed that Daryl was still looking.

Feeling caught, Daryl explained himself: "Did not care if y'all wanted to steal it, 'am just curious."

"Or we could melt it for other things, like weapons," smiled Ron with a feral look in his eyes.

"I wonder if it technically still would be stealing, since you have no government left?" George murmured while he waved his wand around the wooden box he had brought along.

"Last the American wireless send out was that the Muggle's tried to bomb everything after they hid. Also did not work out. Only small factions have been found, but there is barely any command or structure left. It only took them three months, it's ridiculous."

"Aigh', never trusted them in any way." Daryl snorted. "Just ask Merle. Govern'ment probably did not like us as well."

"Daryl!" Ron called to get his attention, and before he knew it, he held a pack of cigarettes in his hands. "Here, before Merle starts annoying me about rationing him."

"Heh, 's fine." But Daryl did put the pack away in his bag, not having any intentions of sharing with Merle for now, seeing as the man had refused to share his pack yesterday. They might be better now, but they still held their grudges towards each other, even if it was just to know that they were still alive, and they could do this to one another.

"Tried the lighter yet?" George asked him as he seemed ready to pack all his stuff in a bag and moved towards him with an ease, while everything around them was still being magically packed in bags.

"Yeah, 't works just fine." Daryl had taken it out of the bag, and carried it in his pocket. It still had not run out after making loads of fires, and lighting both Merle's and his cigarettes. "You made it?"

"Yes, yes I did. Completely my design. Figured Mack could use something easier, and that we would be running out of normal lighters eventually, better start now with designing some things, while we still have them in supply before they become a necessity. Figured you would like them as well.

"I wanted to talk with you guys, heard you were mechanics before all this?" He paused his rant shortly, in which Daryl nodded, and George continued happily. "Yep, I want to see if I could make some fuel myself, it should be possible, but the mechanics are different. The boys would like to have some bikes and cars ready, along with the horses. Makes sense I guess."

Daryl understood that Hadrian had said that George needed to stay busy. The man seemed to be the type that had a brain that did not stop. He had been staring at both redheaded men for a few minutes, seeing the familiarity in both of them, but he saw a lot of differences as well. Ron was a lot more muscular, and George seemed the type to use his brain to think, versus the brawn that Ron had.

Draco, from the few times, that Daryl had seen the guy, was a well-spoken guy who would have run for President if he would have been able to. Severus, the elder gentleman, was someone he was wary of. The man possessed a power to stay unnoticed, but had those eyes that told Daryl he was a hunter, and anything but the prey. He would survive as well, no matter what.

Luna was an angel, a literal angel incarnate, that had been sent back if he believed the stories that Carol told Sophia. Daryl wasn't a religious man, but living in the south, you were bound to pick up on it more than in the big cities. His mother had tried it for a few years, but their father had always come in between. Luna was eternal, someone with a high spirit that seemed like nothing could hurt her.

Neville, her husband, was a sturdy man who seemingly loved to garden and shared his passion with Mack. Neville looked like he could pack a punch now and then, but seemed to not use that power until it was necessary. It wasn't until Harry had voiced an opinion during the meeting, that the man had shown the fire in his veins. Hadrian was the enigma; he had showed almost every emotion that there was, and yet Daryl couldn't pinpoint it exactly.

Maybe that was the reason Daryl felt something of a kinship, or a gravitational pull towards him.


They were rounding up the last supplies when Daryl who was on the lookout heard car tires screeching in the back. He signalled the other men, and the wizards who had their wands drawn, seemed to have the supplies disappear without a sound and Ron and Harry were both sporting handguns, while George disillusioned himself as he disappeared before Daryl's eyes. He saw the trunks and bags that they used shrinking and disappearing as George stowed them away. Daryl realised that George was going to be the backup in case of an emergency.

A truck came around the corner, and three men were sitting in the back of it while the driver drove over a walker that had been awoken by the sound of the car. The guys in the back were heavily armed, all carrying automatic rifles, while the driver jumped out of the car with a revolver in his hand. Daryl pushed himself to the wall and checked that his crossbow was loaded. Hadrian had given him a small handgun that he had hooked on his belt just in case together with a hunter knife that Merle had gifted him a few years ago for a birthday. Hadrian stood next to him in seconds, with a knife in his left hand and the gun in his right. Ron had crouched between one of the racks.

"See anything?" Hadrian asked him in a soft voice.

"Four men, three with automatics, one with a revolver. They went into the bar across the street but they are looking over here." Daryl responded as he looked over the newcomers.

"Want to apparate out?" George asked from next to Ron.

"No, if they are squibs or Aurors, I don't want them to pick up on our magical signatures. With Daryl, I don't want to risk by appariting more than three times. Otherwise we'll have trouble to lose our trail." Ron was probably planning the attack already, Daryl could see the man's head working in overdrive.

"I threw some protections up, they should ignore us if they are muggles." George contributed while he fiddled with some more stuff that came out of his pockets.

"Then let's wait," decided Hadrian firmly. "If they are magical, you know the rules. Make sure they don't recognize us in any way." The others just murmured their agreement.

Daryl looked over at the man next to him. They were both standing next to the entrance with their sides pressed against the wall. Since the air-conditioning was out, and Daryl had forgone the leather jacket that had been offered, he had no protection from the immense heat that the Atlantan summer was offering as usual. Sweat was dripping over his forehead, and his arms, and now he felt his heartbeat go up a little from the adrenaline that was going through his body.

"You wanted to?" He asked Hadrian softly, so that only the other dark-haired man would hear him.

"Yes and no, they still hope that I will fix everything for them, and since I haven't been keeping up with all their rules and regulations, because well … People are calling it an apocalypse, they do hope to catch me off guard, take what I have, and use all the knowledge for themselves. I refuse to be their Guinea pig." Hadrian said firmly.

"Fair enough," was all he could reply.

"Don't worry, the necklace will protect you against mind magic, you won't forget. Merle stressed that we put that on there." Hadrian smiled softly. "Luna wouldn't let them take you away."

Without knowing it, it had run through Daryl's mind as he thought about the offensive magic that they had been told about, and the different kinds of magic that Ron said they used on non-magicals to hide their communities. Mack had explained that his father had them registered at the ministry as squibs, but that wasn't the case for the Dixon brothers.

Daryl realised right then and there, that he would hate to forget Hadrian. No matter what.

"Inbound." He heard Hadrian whisper as he saw the driver coming outside and walking their way.

"I feel heavy magic," added George. "They are crossing my wards right now. Yep, bingo, disillusionments will be falling in three, two …" The man did not need to finish his sentence as on cue the men who had looked like back door hunters with semi-rifles, now wore American Auror robes, and had their wands out.

"Focus on the wands," whispered Hadrian to him and then he did. "Focus on everything that you are not supposed to see."

Daryl focused on seeing wands, on seeing wizards, and on seeing everything he thought did not exist. Before his own eyes the illusions fell, and he had a moment of awe before he pulled himself together and checked his bow.

"Anti-apparition wards are up, not that I can't get through them, but do you want to alert them?" George asked Ron and Hadrian, but mostly focused on Hadrian.

"Oh, they are here for Harry, no worries. They have been actively looking. Harry?" Big Red looked towards Hadrian, who had a pained smile on his face as he looked towards Daryl.

"I'm not leaving, an arrow can still beat a bullet, so why not a spell?" Daryl said with his stupid head, before any of the men tried to get rid of him. He did not know why exactly, but he needed to stay, he needed to know that Hadrian would be safe.

"You can't leave, not without using the emergency portkey, and to be frank: this isn't an emergency. Ron and I have those guys in binds in five seconds if we want. We just don't want to cause more trouble." Hadrian explained as he put his knife away, and got up from his crouched position. "Ron, let's go with: 'Oh no, 'Moine did it again?'" The man smirked, and Daryl saw Ron shaking his head.

"Yeah, seems alright. George, you need to keep your and Daryl's shields, you up for that? You used a lot of magic?" Ron waved George towards Daryl. "Stay there, we're going outside. Portkey if they do start targeting you or if we die."

"Gotcha brother, I'm fine. I'll just leech off Daryl in there is an emergency; his aura is pretty big."

"Oi, ain' no insect Red." Daryl mockingly told him, and he threw him a warning look.

"Your magical aura, Daryl. I'll explain later." George waved his hand around in a matter-of-fact-way, and Daryl looked him over for a few seconds before realising that this was just one of their things.

The second red now stood next to him before Hadrian and Ron stepped outside the shop, with thin ghostly shields before them.

"Boys have a death wish?" murmured Daryl, but George just shook his head in silence, apparently not comfortable to share his feelings on that matter, so Daryl dropped it.


Harry hated to have to leave George and Daryl inside the building, but he did not want MACUSA to know that he found more squibs, and told them about their heritage. Their policies were different from the British ones, and he did not have a solicitor at hand right now since Lucius was in Britain, taking care of other matters.

"Good afternoon gentlemen," Ron started, and got the attention of the four wizards. "I hope we did not scare you with the wards, but we were testing something against the Inferi, to see if that works." He had his wand holstered, confident in his fighting abilities that he would get it out fast enough if needed so that he would not come across as aggressive while holding his wand. Even though he could put it towards the Inferi, Ron was cautious.

Harry had done the same as his brother, but he still felt Death lingering, and the Elder Wand pulsing on his left arm in its holster which was never a good sign, to begin with. He felt the brush of Death's magic alongside his face, and he took a deep breath not to cause any suspicion.

"Your names, destinations, and reasons to be here?" The eldest asked, with a gruff voice, probably tired of his job already, and now with the added security for the Inferi. Harry heard the surface thoughts as Death was still lingering, which increased his magic reasonably. This man was their lieutenant, their leader.

"Lord Potter-Black," Harry answered smoothly, not answering the other questions, before he waved in Ron's direction, "And ex-head Auror for the British Ministry of Magic Ronald Weasley, youngest of his kind." He wanted them to know who they were, he needed them to know. Most would recognize the name instantly, but he liked to throw Ron's ex-title in their faces, so they understood that both men were not to mess with.

"Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley" The man addressed them without much respect, "The ministry wants to speak with you lot. You need to come in for interrogation now." His partner, probably, said in a cool voice trying to come across as if they did not know who both men were.

"As Lord Potter-Black, I have an amnesty on all the magical grounds, from the ICW. If they want to speak with me, they can contact me by letter or my solicitor. This would be Lord Nott who is based in London." Harry breathed once or twice, because he felt the magic and anger rushing off the men. He wondered if they were here on ministry orders, and he motioned something towards Ron, who nodded. "The same goes for Ron."

"That shit ain't gonna work anymore, kid. Let's go!" The first guy threw a stunner their way without reservations, and with that opened up a fight, he, later on, wished he hadn't.

Harry and Ron were attuned to each other, knowing their strengths and weaknesses, and how they fought. It was Ron who threw the first stunners, cutting curses, and distractions their way while Harry focused all his magical intent on creating a massive shield for them, and George and Daryl.

Both men dodged curses, hexes, and spells as they came, and delivered them with an even more vicious passion towards the Aurors than they received. The only thing stopping the men from using the unforgivable curses, was the fact that they were still members of the Auror corps, but Harry felt that they were not here on any particular orders distributed by the ICW nor the Minister of Magic. Harry switched his shields from only protecting, to absorbing as well, before he decided that they played enough.

Their opponents were panting and slowly losing their grip on magic. Now that he understood their intentions, he wasn't going to play anymore. He could feel all the excess energy or magic flow from his shields towards the one that protected George and Daryl. He knew that George could hold his own, but the man had put a lot of energy and effort into his latest work, that needed to be powered by a conduit. Since George had been that conduit, his magical levels were lower than usual. Being busy with warding would do that to someone.

The oldest wizard kept up the longest, but the others were getting slow, sluggish, and mostly annoyed. Ron, who had great stamina, and was used to playing like this at the Auror Academy, could keep this up for a few hours at the time. The redhead was still laughing while he tried to lure them into his traps. The youngest one tried some very dark curses, but Ron only smiled at him, and Harry waved a hand to dissolve that energy. Their opponents were finally weakened enough, and so Harry decided that it was time.

Harry had enough energy, and if he needed more he only had to draw on Death's signature to feel all the death and decay around them, and leech of that. It had been a nifty trick when he realised that those Walking Death could power him beyond what he was used to.

"Finish it, Ron!" Harry ordered softly, as he waved another hand and bashed their skulls with dark magic, so that they felt as if a boxer had punched them a few times.

Ron did as he was asked to do and trapped the men within seconds with a complicated set of ropes, a spell of his design, before Harry walked over towards them, and pulled the Elder Wand out.

"Do you want to obliviate them?" Ron asked slowly, gauging Harry's mood, reaction, and energy. When he did not respond, Ron asked again.

"No, you are better at that. Do we need the Bat?" Harry smiled darkly. Linus had taught them a lot about Muggle warfare, and both men had loved the codenames and callsigns that Muggles used, so that you would not need to use their real name. It had been Draco who was the most creative, but Harry's choices were the ones that had stuck around.

Ron was the White Knight, Severus the Bat or the Black Knight; depending on what his actions needed to be defined as. Hermione was Hellcat, and Harry the Tod. In German Tod meant Death, and since Harry had been The-Boy-Who-Lived, Draco had found that very funny. They had dubbed Remus as the Guardian, Sirius had been the Black Adder, and Minerva was catnip. That last one had been Severus' fault. He had blurted that one out after they had played with building up a resistance towards Veritaserum.

Draco had come up with Drosera for Neville, as that was a carnivoures plant that meant sondeo in English, which was fitting for the soft man, with the heart of a warrior. Luna had gotten Moon, but Draco had translated that in a few languages and found 'Gealach' in Irish. It had stuck with the trio, so they kept it. Yet the blonde had been the last one to get a nickname on his own. Luna had walked up to him one night and had smiled. She had cocked her head to one side, looked at his aura, and then just as sure as anything said: "He's Naga, for as the Malaysian call their Dragons." Nobody ever questioned the young woman, so they let it be, and Draco's nickname was born.

"No, I can do this on my own. You check around, maybe take Daryl with you." Ron looked around as Harry scanned the vicinity with a spell that George came up with. Its reddish aura lingered, like Muggle sonar, but it found only some dead things lurking.

Harry nodded his agreement, and lifted the protections on the building they had been in. He looked over at George, who saluted him, whereas Daryl just gave him a nod that he often did as they hunted, which Harry had translated as 'you okay?' He shrugged, but waved his hand wandless towards the limp men on the floor, and bound them with ease.

"Let's check the vicinity, let's clear it completely, so that Ron can do his part and we can either return home or to the tent. Daryl, you're with me?" Harry smiled softly when the hunter followed without any questions, always trying to protect him one way or another.


Ron had fixed their problem, and sent the team with a letter on their way to MACUSA. It was a cheeky move, but it would do the trick. Harry had cleared the whole area in a heartbeat as Daryl had stood guard at his back.

George had returned to the Peverell lands with the merchandise, and Harry had apparated with Daryl in tow, back to the campsite in the tent. He was more than ever ready to leave the farm, and went on to look for Hershel, wanting to talk the man into following him, or at least try. He would be able to have the Green family try it for a short period and see how it would feel. The man's farm wasn't safe anymore, as it was not easy to protect. Ron and he had put some small protective runes per Luna's design, but that would not be enough, and both men had not wanted to use too much energy on something that would not stand for the longest time.


Present time The farm, after shopping time

Harry had walked up to the main building, only to not find Hershel there. Shane stood fearlessly lounging on the porch, and looked towards the smaller men, followed by his shadow.

"So, finally decided to help? Your tent can't be that comfortable, that you hang in there all day." Shane sounded gruff, and annoyed. Harry believed that the other group did not take it in good faith that Shane would behave, and so the man was being monitored, apparently by Dale who was a few steps behind them, sitting next to the boy from the farm, talking with him. Harry saw Andrea on the RV, on the lookout in the distance.

"I would like to speak to Hershel, do you know where he is?" Completely ignoring Shane's jabs, Harry walked past the man, and towards the house.

"He's out, went drinking in the town. Rick's after him." Shane provided, all emotion from his voice.

"Bloody hell," muttered Harry, but Daryl just made a non-committed sound that made Harry rethink his desire to help Ron out. "Where?"

"Closest one, a bit up west." Shane gave him the knowledge with a shrug.

"Let's get Ron," supplied Daryl when Harry looked pensively at the forest, finding the west. Apparating from the forest would be the easiest, to not draw attention to themselves. He should have let Mack leave a car for them just for the pretence, but hopefully, Merle would let them borrow the truck.

"You need to go." Lori looked worse for wear, when she came outside the building, and looked pleadingly towards Shane who still looked smug. "Please, Harry, you need to find Rick and Hershel."

"I'll see if I can find them, but I make no promises." Harry said, while he looked over at Daryl, who had shrugged approvingly that the younger wizard started to read very easily.