Walking Dead Wizard

Chapter 75

"Oh, that's just disgusting!" Amy proclaimed slamming the book closed with a look of revulsion on her face. "Is that really what they look like?" she asked Harry, hoping against hope he would say that he was just kidding her. She knew he wasn't, the name and a passage about them had been written down, she hadn't read all of it of course, but it didn't seem like a joke. She ignored those who laughed at her statement, intrigued themselves. They were all sitting together outside having made a fire pit, which they now could do without fear. The street lights were on, they all thanked their lucky stars more than once at the fact the base had been converted mostly to solar power.

"Yes, I've seen them up close and personal, vicious buggers," Harry said grinning wryly as he remembered the whole underwater task while participating in the Triwizard tournament.

"So how come we know about 'mermaids'? If they're magical I mean," Amy questioned puzzled by that. "You say we aren't supposed to know about them." glad to see that Harry had relaxed from the earlier bitter disappointment - the poor boy nobody deserved to die that way.

"If I were to speculate I would say nearly all children's story books with a hint of magic in them like Sleeping Beauty were written in a way for non-magicals to read by squibs who integrated into the non-magical world." Harry explained, "Or perhaps some were remembered unconsciously by someone who had been Obliviated after seeing them, and they wrote about them unaware of the fact they had seen them in real life and not a figment of their own imagination."

"Sleeping beauty? Really?" Sophia asked curiously, picking up the book Amy had slammed closed; she loved learning more about magic in any way shape or form. She quickly huddled herself on the pillows on the floor, opening the book and began to read it, the others peering over her shoulders to see as well.

Harry chuckled and nodded his head, "I was surprised as well," not that he had been read those tales, he just knew due to having a bookworm for a best friend.

"I still can't get over the fact magic has always existed," Lori said, unconsciously rocking the pram back and forth, keeping Judith asleep. "If I hadn't seen it I would never have believed it." she hoped that nobody jumped on her for saying it, she wasn't looking for a fight, but she honestly still felt overwhelmed with its existence. Every new piece of information that came forth made her realise her world as she knew it had been a lie.

"I think everyone is that way, even a year after I found out about magic I expected to wake up and think it was a dream." Harry nodded honestly, "Frankly I didn't expect anyone to accept it, but I guess magic compared to the world ending and the dead rising opens up any incredulity one could have for my confessions."

"I'm curious though, how did the brothers find out?" Tyreese asked eagerly, watching Daryl poke the flames in the empty container absently as he listened, a smirk spreading across his face. He wasn't one for talking overly much, but he definitely listened to everyone. He knew they both knew before everyone else was informed, it had been mentioned in passing.

Merle chuckled in amusement, finding something funny nobody tried to guess since he was unpredictable.

The others all leaned back, having already heard the story, and knowing it would be told a million more times, just like their own stories. Although Harry's was more…enchanting to hear, especially the whole magic aspect, which is what he was asked often. He never really seemed to get impatient at the constant barrage of questions.

Andrea listened to Harry as she topped up her hot chocolate, which in the container it was always warm. Wrapping her cardigan around her body more securely to keep warm, she reclaimed her seat, putting her slipper shod feet into the seat as well. They weren't her size but she wasn't about to complain she liked them. They'd still had the tags on, so whoever they belonged to - who they scavenged them from - hadn't had the opportunity to use them.

"I was the magical means of transportation, Portkey, you've used it once if you remember," this was said a little sarcastically since it was something hard to forget. "I used it to get out of Britain; there was nothing left for me there. I couldn't get into Hogwarts so I was on my own. It had travelled so fast that I was completely in shock, either the Portkey I picked up was made wrong or it malfunctioned. Either way I didn't manage to get to Potter manor…not that I am disappointed." he revealed, giving Daryl a look that spoke of fondness and love, you'd honestly have to be blind not to see how Harry felt for the youngest Dixon brother.

Luna smiled smugly from where she leaned against Merle, burrowed under his muscular arm, no she couldn't be disappointed with her own choices either. It had led her to where she was right now, sure she and Merle sometimes fought like dragons, he wasn't the most conventional of men but she loved him nonetheless. She wasn't sure she would have liked him before the apocalypse, but that's alright, Merle had admitted himself that he wouldn't have liked her either. She had to suppress her giggles of delight when Daryl's face went red and looked away from everyone trying to pretend nobody was there. She felt and heard Merle scoffing quietly as his brother's reaction. Admittedly he had come a long way from when she first met him, both of them had actually.

"But what actually happened?" Tyreese asked, glaring mockingly at the others who laughed again.

"I appeared in front of them while they were hunting, took an arrow in the process, they gave me painkillers…exceedingly strong ones that didn't react well with me, I can't take non-magical medication…at least not strong ones. My magic played up since I was out of it I had no way of controlling it…I destroyed their cabin in the process." Harry said grinning, he loved telling that tale, it was better than any other, especially ones from his teenage years.

"Rebuilt it with a flick of his hand too, made it like it never happened," Merle informed the two newcomers who didn't know the tale, it had been mesmerising to watch - or it would have been if he hadn't been convinced he was hallucinating. He'd had to admit defeated sometime later though when it was still happening and he knew he hadn't taken anything for over twenty-four hours.

"We stayed as long as we could, then we tried to get to Atlanta's safe base, we didn't even get anywhere close. We saw them napalming the city, that's when we realized how bad it must be, and made our way to an abandoned Quarry," Harry informed Tyreese, they would have no reason to napalm an abandoned rock quarry, at least that had been their thoughts, added bonus there wouldn't be many walkers nearby. "The others joined us soon after, which has led us all here."

"They did what?" Sasha asked eyes wide in horror.

"You heard correctly," Harry stated firmly, not surprised they didn't know, they'd been in an impenetrable bunker for near enough a year riding out the beginning of the apocalypse. Despite the conversations they had, they probably still had a lot to learn from the horrors they had all endured out in the open. Giving her a small sympathetic look.

"WOW! Have you ever met a Centaur, Harry?" Sophia asked, not noticing the silence that had descended upon the group. Carl, Luke, Sophia and Patrick all grinned at each other from around the book eyes twinkling brightly.

Harry's lips twitched, bemusedly shaking his head, "I have, Firenze, I met him when I was eleven then again when I was fifteen. He was different from the rest of his herd, which caused him to be alienated from them."

"What's aliennate?" Luke asked, his brow furrowing cutely.

"It means his herd didn't want anything to do with him, they were bullies," Harry explained for the young boy, who thankfully nodded, he wasn't sure how else he could have explained it for him.

"Why were they horrible?" Sophia queried.

"They don't like humans, they're a very proud race, they are very angry to be classed as creatures, they may have animal parts but they are very intelligent." Luna was the one to answer Sophia, since she was the animal fanatic, she had grown up with her father who adored any and all creatures and Luna had learned from a young age to treat them with respect and she had grown to love them in her own stead.

Harry nodded along with her confirming her words.

"Do you think any of them have survived?" Carl asked, wrinkling his nose trying to imagine one which wasn't hard the pictures moved.

"There is a herd at Hogwarts, so at least a group have survived," Harry explained, and if they were bitten the chances of them turning was zilch, those with 'animal' blood don't seem to turn, it was as if some sort of airborne virus had been unleashed specifically to target humans. "Since they are safe from infection they have a greater chance than us humans for survival."

"We need to consider setting up some sort of classes," Carol stated, her tone serious, "I realize it's not important as ensuring that they know how to defend themselves, but they need to be taught the basics," she and Lori were still teaching Carl and Sophia what they could when they could.

"Michonne what age is Andre?" Harry asked curiously, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

"Four," Michonne answered, Andre was out like a light in Mira's arms, who he was still very close to - if it had been any other situation Michonne probably would have felt extremely jealous of the bond but she didn't, Mira had put herself in harms way to save her son. She could never repay her for that, never in a million years, she was just glad Andre had someone when she was unable to be there for him. She'd thought for so long that her baby was gone, and she had blamed herself, but ending up at the prison had made her whole again, finding her son had made her whole.

"The school is fully stocked isn't it?" Harry enquired, glancing at Maggie and Glenn who were the two that had gone over every inch of the land that was under the Fidelius.

"Yes, we brought some books back for Lori and Carol," Maggie said, they'd only gone in the once though.

"Andre and Luke would have started nursery by this…but do they even learn in nursery?" Harry asked, completely bewildered he had no idea of the education they received in the states, hell he didn't know much about it in Britain either.

"They learn numbers and letters, play with toys, colour and get taught songs," Hershel explained, Maggie had been a very clingy child, to both him and her mother, bless her, for the first few weeks he'd had to remain with her until she grew to enjoy Kindergarten. He had lost a lot of time at work, but as a family man in a small town, they were more understanding than if they had lived in a bustling area such as New York.

"Well, there will need to be at least two people, one teaching Patrick, Carl and Sophia, the other would need to take care of Andre and Luke…whoever has them may as well care for Judith," Harry said, rubbing his forehead, with so many people around how the hell could it feel so damn complicated?

Sophia and Carl groaned in dismay at the thought of ending up educated again.

"I can do that, take the nursery group," Lori said immediately, she often felt useless not that she'd tell anyone that, but she was never asked to do anything. With how things were between her and Rick every moment busy was a bonus, her son didn't really need her anymore, he was growing up far too soon in her eyes.

"I don't mind teaching Carl, Patrick and Sophia," Carol added, trying to make things easier on Harry who she could see was getting stressed again.

"Then it's decided," Harry replied, relaxing marginally again, "You'll need to sort out some sort of timetable between everything that needs done and teaching." school couldn't come first, not for a while yet.

"What about if we want to come with you?" Sophia protested, she wasn't staying behind and missing out for school.

"The education you receive now won't be like school, you won't be there all day, you can't be, maybe when our numbers are quadrupled," Harry explained soothingly, "Until then, you'll only be taught the basics, core knowledge's that you'll need. Anything else you will need to teach yourself, once you hit a certain age you'll begin learning from someone, like Herself and veterinarian, or Dale and Merle in mechanics, things you'll definitely need to know in future for your own survival."

Hershel, Dale and many others nodded in approval - it was all too true.

"I think it's time the children were in their beds for the night," Dale suggested, seeing Luke was also having trouble keeping his eyes open. "I think I might even join them myself," he added, not as young as he used to be.

"I second that," Hershel replied, he had an early start tomorrow seeing to all the animals, well early start every day. He honestly didn't mind especially seeing his children were safe and had security and…a home, a farm it may not be but they were together and quite happy.

Echoes of goodnight came from everyone, as Dale took a hold of Luke and took him home. Michonne and Mira also left with Andre. Carol and Lori left with Judith, Sophia and Carl.

"I would like to accompany you tomorrow, Harry, if that is alright with you?" Sasha asked she wanted to prove her worth.

Harry's green eyes met hers, she felt as though she was being weighed and measured…and she was quite frankly worried she'd be found lacking. She held her breath and waited on the verdict.

Harry remembered her when they were outside the prison; she was much calmer than her brother. She kept her head on straight and had taken out a few of the walkers without a single protest or much hesitation. The question was…could he trust her to have his back? To have Merle, Daryl and Luna's back? Especially considering she hadn't really been out there all that time, it was a tough decision to make, breaking eye contact with her; he glanced at Luna and Merle who were as usual joined at the hip, arching an inquisitive eyebrow.

Luna nodded, not being subtle about it at all, Sasha was brilliant in the defence classes, next to Carol was seemed to be the best with the sniper rifle. Not that was the best for the sort of thing they were doing at the moment. Fortunately she also didn't have any qualms about taking out walkers, unlike her brother who was very squeamish.

"You can come, get an early night, wear something durable but comfortable, we do a lot of walking and running," Harry stated, "I'm sure I don't need to tell you to come well equipped."

"Sure," Sasha agreed, patting her worried brother on the shoulder, as T-Dog whispered there was no safer group for her to be with.

"I'm going to head in for a shower, night guys," Harry said quietly standing up, stretching out leisurely, nodding at the rounds of goodnight he received from those who were still there. He knew they wouldn't be for much longer, in fact they'd ended up staying out longer than normal.

Since they were outside their homes it didn't take Harry all that much time to get inside, he wandered passed he living room and up the stairs, removing his clothes before he even got to the bathroom, twisting the knob putting the shower on, waiting for it to warm up. Luna had put runes on the tanks so that the water was self replenishing and always warm for whoever wanted a wash.

Stepping into the shower, his thoughts going to what they would be doing tomorrow. He prayed that the little girl they were going to retrieve was still alive then, that his not going straight for her wasn't going to be her death. With a little luck they might even find a few more magical people with her, he knew it was wishful thinking, but he could hope even now at the end of the world. Sighing softly, part of him regretted getting that book, he felt he had to save everyone he could and that book just taunted him. Hermione would just say it was his 'saving people thing'.

Grabbing the shampoo bottle, he poured only a grape sized amount onto his palm, everything had to be used sparingly because one day it would run out. They would need to make it the old fashioned way, although how was beyond him…unless there was a process in which they used potions to create hair care products like shampoo and conditioner, it was something Hermione and Severus would know, he'd need to ask them when he had a chance, perhaps tomorrow he was far too exhausted and disheartened to really have much in way of conversations.

The sudden feeling of cold fingers on his hips had his magic rearing and Harry jumping at the unsuspected touch, his neck creaked with how quickly he turned around. Exhaling in relief, his magic calming down, "Merlin's balls, don't do that," Harry complained, his heart still pounding, although once he got a good look at Daryl it was pounding for an entirely different reason. Merlin, why did he have to look so good? He was sexy as hell, and he was finding it so difficult these days to keep his hands to himself. And how the hell did he manage to remove his clothes and sneak up on him without a single sound? His thoughts abruptly ceased when Daryl pressed him against the tiled wall, his lips finding his own, that hot muscular body pressing against his, it was heaven.

It wasn't urgent, it was a reclaiming, reaffirming their attachment, since Daryl wasn't big on words, this was one of his ways of showing he cared. They had barely done anything since the prison, mostly just to see if Harry would live up to his word, that they would go at his pace, and he had more than proven he was willing to. In fact it was his own restraint that was weakening. His green eyes met Harry's, those familiar green orbs were part amused part surprised.

"Are you sure?" Harry asked solemnly, ripping himself away from Daryl, his lips slightly swollen, the last thing he wanted was for Daryl to rush into anything and avoid him again. He was content to wait even if it drove him crazy; he had gone this long so waiting longer wasn't too much difficulty.

Instead of answering Daryl reattached his lips to Harry's with more urgency. Harry allowed Daryl to take the lead, at least for this time. One day he would definitely take him, but he was content to wait until he was more…used to intimacy. Harry wrapped his arms around Daryl, one hand trailing along his arm, up his chest to tweak his nipples earning a low growl which aroused him much further than it should have.

Kissing and licking Daryl down his neck along his broad shoulders, teeth grazing as he went, a moan tearing from his throat as Daryl grasped his ass and raised him off his feet, Harry's legs wrapped around Daryl to stop himself falling. Grasping a hold of that hair, he brought Daryl's face up and they kissed passionately, inhaling sharply at the feel of Daryl's finger trailing along the line stopping tantalising close where he actually wanted it to go. "Tease," he rasped shakily, bucking against him rubbing their erect members together.

Desperate low moans left them in sync, they'd waited too long for this and now they were almost too desperate to play.

They just wanted to feel.

"Bedroom now!" Harry said, twisting he knob until the shower was off before grabbing a hold of Daryl, who seemed to know what was about to happen and tensed, holding Harry just as tightly, one second they were in the shower, the next they were in the bedroom, they couldn't have gotten closer to the bed without actually being on it. Daryl had just found his favourite use of Apparation.

Before either was consciously aware of it, they were on the bed, Daryl on top of Harry, Harry scraping lightly at Daryl's back, feeling each of the scars he'd endured by his despicable father. He just wished he had been able to torture the old bastard, although part of him did wonder how much Daryl or Merle resembled him, it couldn't be too much of either otherwise it would be torture for either men. He was still self conscious about them, despite the fact Harry had a lot more of them to show for his childhood, but the more Harry touched him the more relaxed he gradually became.

Harry muttered under his breath shuddering at the feel of the spells working, his green eyes gleaming brightly, "Go on," he said, breathlessly. 'Fuck me' was definitely implied and understood.

"Ain't you supp…" was as far as Daryl got, concern written across his face, he never wanted to hurt Harry at least not on purpose he wasn't his Da.

"Magic," Harry said with a grin, as much as he would love to take his time, he wanted Daryl inside him now. He'd waited too long for this, a year he had known him, for nearly all of that year he had secretly pined for him, certain in the knowledge that he'd never have him only to realize he had a chance.

Daryl's head bent down and kissed him passionately again. Harry felt at loss for words to describe how he felt; the tinkling in his toes caused him to curl. Moaning wantonly, as that talented tongue invaded his mouth; he was an extremely good kisser for someone who was so thoroughly inexperienced. Squirming impatiently, "Daryl, I want you now," Harry whispered seductively into his ear, purposely trying to get him to lose his composure. He could feel the affect his words were having on him.

Grinning in triumph as Daryl's finger prodded at his entrance, Harry thrust down, only to arch up as pleasure shot through him. He could sense Daryl's curiosity, he wondered if it was a by-product of the magic he'd just used or something else entirely, and like the affect it had on him. When a second finger was added, Harry almost came undone, instead he moaned, "Daryl," his voice raspy and very, very desperate.

Daryl pursed his lips as he entered Harry slowly for the first time, the feel of that all encompassing tightness surrounding him, clenching around him, it was fucking amazing.

Harry made a humming noise at the back of his throat, silently urging Daryl to move, to finish what they started since he wasn't going to last long at all. Then Daryl withdrew before plunging back in, and Harry lost all sense of everything other than the man before him causing him so much pleasure. The cool air circling the room dried the sweat both were covered in, as Daryl continued to ravish and pound relentlessly into Harry until all Harry could see was stars.

Breathing heavily Harry could feel that familiar tingling building up, tightening his arms around Daryl's shoulders, so close he could hear his quiet grunting, sucking on his shoulder, staying away from his neck, he did not want him to feel embarrassed and if he hid his neck everyone would know anyway. His brother would torment him mercilessly. Another thrust had Harry coming undone, crying out his release, his body becoming boneless as Daryl's thrusts became erratic.

Daryl closed his eyes at the feel of the silken walls squeezing him, driving him insane, it was too overwhelming. Biting down on Harry's shoulder, to prevent himself from growling out 'Mine' as he came within Harry, riding it out until he was utterly spent. He didn't let himself fall on top of Harry no matter how exhausted he was; instead he dropped down to the side. A wave of Harry's hand had both of them sweat and semen - mostly on Harry's part - free.

Both of them lay on the bed, the wrong way, regaining their breath and ability to think. Daryl glanced down when he felt Harry's lips on his chest; he surely wasn't ready for another round? Although pleasure curled through him made him realize he wasn't apposed to the idea at all. Fortunately it didn't seem like that was what he wanted, although he had an urge to ask Harry if he had enjoyed it, and ain't that mad? He dismissed the idea immediately, refusing to think on it further. He hadn't sure exactly what he was doing but the positive reactions he'd elicited from Harry had pushed him on and made him incredibly smug, a feeling he hadn't experienced since he learned how to be a true hunter and was able to kill each of his prey without pause or trouble. This experience eclipsed anything he'd ever felt before, especially seeing those glazed passionate green eyes filled with pleasure…something that he had done.

Daryl wasn't overly surprised when Harry succumbed to sleep shortly afterwards, he hadn't been sleeping right at all. He might have to do this every night to help him sleep and that was an idea he liked. His fingers traced around Harry's stomach, a forbidden image blooming in his mind, much like the pictures he had seen in the book for Male pregnancies. Harry was good with kids, but to have any in this world was stupidity, he'd thought that about Lori when it had emerged she had allowed herself to get pregnant after the world had ended, catting around with Shane like a fool.

Carefully moving slightly, he grabbed the duvet and flung it over both of them; he refused to move Harry and risk wakening him up. It wasn't long after that when Daryl succumbed to sleep himself, his last thoughts were of hope that things would go better tomorrow than they had today; he didn't want Harry feeling responsible for something he couldn't control. He had no idea how to make him see it either.

Daryl had more 'thought' time in this chapter than he has had the entire story! I do hope it doesn't feel OOC for him especially towards the end, all men and women no matter their age do feel a little self-conscious and it doesn't even need to be their first time either, ironically a guy in his thirties could have thoughts (and actually be utterly crap) but that's beside the point I wanted to make it as realistic as possible so I hope I haven't ruined the story for you guys! ANDDDDDD if I wanted to bring in a magical creature...any kind from a unicorn to a dragon which would you like to see? (Seeing Shiva in action was just bloody awesome) so it's got me thinking I'd like a creature to be on Harry's side :D heheh now wouldn't that be bloody amazing? R&R please