Walking Dead Wizard

Chapter 77

The three newcomers were placed on the hospital beds that Glenn and Maggie had brought from the hospital along with the usual medical supplies they used from time to time. Sutures (Permanent and dissolvable), dressing, bandages, scissors and medic kits for stitching people up and scalpels and such. Then of course, vials of morphine, antibiotics and even saline solution, they'd thought of everything they could potentially need, but that didn't surprise him considering how prepared Maggie was back at the farm, Hershel had taught them what they'd need to know to survive.

Undoing the spells on his trunk, he removed three pairs of handcuffs and attached them to their hands and the bedrail. Then proceeded to check them over, making sure they had nothing on them that could help them remove the cuffs or hurt anyone. He couldn't take the chance with any of his people, no matter what, he couldn't risk them playing nice then doing untold damage. The items he removed were placed well out of their reach.

"What happened?" Hershel's voice brought Harry out of his inner thoughts, observing him placing a pair of gloves on his hand, ready to oversee his sudden new patients. His breath was erratic indicating that he had run a great deal to get here in a short amount of time.

"Sit down, you cannot run around like that at your age," Harry said concerned, his genuine emotions probably helped Hershel feel less indignant about his words. "I'm afraid I caused a bit of a car accident, it flipped over three times, they were all wearing their seatbelts, the damage looks minimal, but I know looks can be deceiving,"

"Without x-rays and scans we will have to be extremely careful, they may have internal damage," Hershel said, his breathing had calmed considerably, standing up he moved towards his closest patient, a female, bleeding forehead, she'd obviously hit the dashboard with quite considerable force.

"Actually I can do a diagnosis on them, that will tell you everything you need to know, better than any x-ray or scan can, but I'm not well read in medical words to know yet what's what, when I have free time I'm reading but lately it's not been much," Harry informed him calmly.

"What can I do, Doc?" T-Dog asked, ready to help however the veterinarian needed it.

"Butterfly stitches, antiseptic wipes, gauze, wound dressing," Hershel listed out everything he'd need for the visible sores he could see right now.

"I've got it," T-Dog said, making his way over to the cabinets, mentally reciting what Hershel had said so he remembered them.

"Here," Harry said, after the results of his diagnosis came out of his wand, much to Hershel's wide-eyed wonder. They became even wider in amazement upon reading the results. He'd never had a reason to do this before in the past, so it was a glimpse of the magic he had yet to experience.

Hershel read the results without a problem, nodding absently; it was exactly the kind of injuries one found when they were in a minor car accident. Bruised chest, whiplash, cuts, and scrapes from what he would guess as to the glass breaking. Lacerations to the head, damage to the knees, but nothing that would require surgery, they weren't broken and for that he was thankful.

"Nothing severe, just the normal injuries you'd find from someone in a minor car accident," Hershel explained to Harry, noticing that he had done the spell on all three of them, and the results were on the clipboards attached to the bed so he could peruse them whenever he had the time. Wiping the blood from the woman's forehead, despite the fact more just replaced it.

"Will you be able to handle it?" Harry asked once he was finished.

"Of course, go ahead, we'll be fine," Hershel insisted, gesturing towards T-Dog, he had all the help he needed at the moment. T-Dog had avoided him for days when he asked to see the wound, to make sure it was healing well, which it had been he had realized three days later, in fact for someone without medical training it had been very well done.

"Luna, Merle, and Sasha will be back soon," Harry said loudly, sensing Tyreese standing at the side of the door anxiously. "We got split up, they're probably already at the gates or will be soon enough," he called out yet again, T-Dog and Hershel understood what he was doing.

T-Dog grinned as he passed over the butterfly stitches, which were still in the packet - he didn't want to contaminate them hence why he left it for Hershel to take out. He was extremely glad he'd been right after all; he knew Harry wouldn't have waited to say if something had seriously gone wrong - the fatal kind of wrong.

Hershel glanced over at the Hispanic woman, hoping that she understood English or this would get a little bit tricky. Andrea had informed them they used to have a Hispanic family in their group at the beginning, but they had left to find their family. None of them truly spoke Spanish, he knew a few words here and there, perhaps picking up a language book may be appropriate, but right now it wasn't as important to tending to them all.

Harry watched Hershel work seamlessly with T-Dog for a few moments, "After you are done, do not allow anyone else into the room, do not undo the cuffs, I'll speak to them later," Harry informed them, receiving their nods before he and Daryl (his silent shadow) slid out of the room.

The last thing they heard was Hershel asking T-Dog if there was any sign of 'internal bleeding' on any of the charts. Understandably since they should be working on someone who was the worst off instead of one at a time.

Twenty minutes later Daryl and Harry were in the area that the address indicated on the book. There were a lot of walkers milling around, both of them began to take the walkers out, Daryl using his crossbow then knife and Harry using his knife and gun (which had a silencer on it naturally) when it was required. It took them at least twenty minutes (the length of time it actually took them to get there) to get rid of all the walkers.

"Someone's been trying to kill em," Daryl said, as he carefully yanked his hunting knife out of the walkers head. "This gunshots' recent, still smell and see the gunpowder," Daryl demonstrated by circling around the chest plate, closer still to the heart with his knife as if it wasn't pointy.

Harry frowned, inspecting the walkers head closely, other than the wound Daryl had delivered with his knife there was nothing there. "People can't still be ignorant of the ways to kill a walker can they?" his tone puzzled.

"It's a close shot, had to be near, im'a goin' with a yes," Daryl said his keen eyes roaming around occasionally.

"Did you notice if any others were the same way?" Harry asked, still no less perplexed.

Daryl shook his head; he hadn't noticed anything but he hadn't been looking closely. He'd only noticed this one due to his tendency to observe his surroundings. Plus the smell had hit his nose and not just the smell of rotten walker flesh either.

"There's no sign of magic either," Harry said pensively, eyeing the building, it was massive, a block of flats by the looks of things. Only a few areas had been boarded up, as if people had tried to lock themselves in to wait for the crisis to be over. This was going to be a long arduous task, they could be anywhere, if, if they were even in the block of flats or apartments as everyone here liked to say. They could be out scavenging, but considering that there were no dead bodies lying in the streets he doubted it, but given what Daryl had seen…perhaps they didn't even know you had to hit them in the head to kill them.

"Think they even know?" Daryl asked straightening out of his crouch, sheathing his knife and then reloading his crossbow, he didn't even need to bother taking them out of the walkers anymore Harry had charmed them to return to his quiver after three minutes - clean too. He never once doubted Harry's ability to know who was magical and who was not.

"It's possible," Harry sighed, he wasn't looking forward to this at all, any wizard worth their title would have put spells around this building where they were staying. "A lot of my people who were Muggle-born or Muggle-raised didn't have a clue what they were before they received their letter."

"Then what did they think was happening?" Daryl asked, beginning to follow Harry as he made his way towards the building, already casting spells to detect people and the person he was looking for if he heard right. "You said yourself you did a lot of accidental magic, big stuff too." sliding through the door crossbow raised keeping an eye on both his and Harry's back, while Harry kept to the front.

Harry shrugged, "I don't know, not everyone did a lot of noticeable accidental magic, maybe just breaking something when they were frustrated or something similar. I did big stuff and I still remained completely ignorant, I didn't want to admit it could be me doing it. Not everyone is like that though; sometimes people like to embrace their difference, their magic."

"All about power and emotions," Daryl commented, he already knew that the books he'd read were all big on the belief that if you were emotional the more prone you were to accidental magic. Harry nodded in firm agreement, not banging on the door as they usually would do, since they couldn't risk making too much noise, not only were there people here but they ran the risk of being overrun by walkers in such a tight enclosed space.

Daryl ducked into the second apartment taking care of the walkers that came his way. Once he cleared it of any potential threat he began to look around. Everything had been emptied, anything useful anyway, this place had already been looted or the people staying here had taken it. Considering they didn't even know how to kill walkers he was tempted to disbelieve it. They could have remained hidden when another group of scavengers had gone by for all he knew.

"Anything?" Daryl asked making his way into the first apartment judging by a number of walkers; Harry had had to deal with quite a few more than him. In fact, he was just finishing off what Daryl hoped was his last walker but he kept his crossbow raised just in case.

"Nothing much, just stuff that's inedible now, there isn't even so much as a can of soup in the cupboard, whoever ransacked the place did a good job, even seemingly managed to avoid all the walkers," Harry said wryly, if that wasn't a sign of someone magic he'd eat his hat, but again there was absolutely no magical residue, you'd even leave some sign when you Apparate so it wasn't that. Well, whoever it was he would need to commend them on a job well done. Incidentally leaving them to deal with the rotting buggers. "Let's just go find them, I'll try summoning food later, there's just no point to going through these places they're empty." eyeing the walkers, he amended his statement, "Well, mostly."

Daryl snorted in amusement, both in agreement, they exited the apartment, following Harry's wand to the girl, and they were there to save. The locating charm didn't work on non-magicals, except if the locating charm was put on previously before they were lost, but it worked very well on magical people and that was what they were following. It was just a kid they were after, seven years old if he'd read Harry's notes right, he had fancy ass writing Merle liked to say, along with fancy ass education although considering what he would have said about anyone else it was extremely mild for his brother. He'd changed since the apocalypse started, for the first time in his life he could actually one hundred percent rely on his brother to have his back in all situations. It didn't make him forget all the bad, but it eased it somewhat. Now Harry always had his back, he'd never let him down either, but it was a different kind of feeling one feels for their brother and partner.

"I'm hungry, mom," a faint whispery voice caused both Daryl and Harry to pause. They were close then, perhaps one or two doors down. There hadn't been any boarded windows this far up, there was little use for boarded windows - plus it wouldn't make much of an effective outlook position - they hadn't been subtle about their arrival either.

'Trap?' Harry mouthed his head cocked to the side, his wand sliding effortlessly into his palm.

Daryl shrugged, tightening his grip on his crossbow.

Both aimed their weapons of choice as the door swung open a woman was standing there with a gun aimed at them. Not for long, Harry non-verbally summoned it from her, preventing anyone from being shot - namely them - he wasn't taking the chances that they were the kind to shoot first ask questions later.

"I'm going to go with a no, she doesn't know," Harry said, seeing the shocked looks on the three people's faces, all girls, two women and a girl clutching her mother tightly. "I will give you your gun back when we are ready to leave," sniffing it curiously, "And a word of advice, hit the walkers on the head, they won't die any other way, not even if you get them in the heart, which is what I suspect you did with one of the walkers out on the street before we killed it." surprise flittered over the girls face, she was had good aim, but it was just the wrong place.

"What are you doing here?" she asked suspiciously, grasping the door as if she was preparing to slam it on them. The only thing stopping her was the fact he'd done something that should be impossible and the fact he had her gun! They wouldn't survive without it.

"Tara," the other woman warned, "There is no need for hostilities," right there and then Harry and Daryl realized she had more than likely never left this apartment since it all went down. She'd probably never ran into any other group, Merlin help her if she did.

"Actually we're here to speak to you, all of you," Harry said simply, "We have something to tell you, if you'd be willing to give us five minutes of your time?" green eyes solemn and honest. He would tell them he had no intention of hurting them, but when someone said that well…the opposite did tend to happen. "Daryl, lower the crossbow." he said, as he put her gun away.

"Why should we?" Tara asked her eyes narrowed suspiciously, even though her training was telling her she could trust them, they appeared to be telling the truth.

"As I said, I have news, in turn for listening to us for five minutes and you wish to remain here I'll take care of every single walker in the building and outside in the general area. I'll also leave you another gun and a knife." Harry bargained, but he knew as soon as they listened the woman inside would go, if only to protect her daughter, then it would be like a domino effect, they'd all want to go.

"Tara," Lily said her tone stern, "Come in," she said to the newcomers, sensing something big was happening but what - she couldn't even begin to guess.

Tara scowled before turning her back on them and sitting down, her boots thudding on the table as she stretched herself out.

Daryl moved in after Harry, closing the door and remained standing, suspicious and anxious, they had no idea how many were here after all.

"My name is Harry, this is Daryl," Harry revealed smiling at them, putting them at ease…except Tara, but he could see from gleaning her thoughts that it was merely a mask, a front, to hide her insecurities. Astonishingly she was much like Daryl and Merle in that case.

"I'm Lily, this is my daughter Meghan and this is my sister, Tara," Lily explained.

"Tell me…L-lily has your daughter ever done anything…impossible?" Harry asked sitting forward, reading her mind, to see if she did think of anything she'd seen her daughter do. Now that she said it, he realized they did look alike, the sisters. "Anything strange that you cannot explain?"

"What?" Lily said baffled, beginning to think this man was insane. "No! There's nothing wrong with my daughter."

"I am not saying there is, Meghan, you said you were hungry? Yes?" Harry asked his tone changing completely as he spoke to the little seven years old. She shyly nodded her head, yes she was very hungry. "Do you want this?" he asked holding out the apple and crisps, she stretched her hand out to accept them then Harry moved his hand around so she couldn't quite manage to get them in time before he moved again. Lily looked ready to explode at him for being so mean to her daughter. Irritation was beginning to waft from the seven-year-old herself and Harry grinned when he felt the stirring of magic in the air, he wasn't the slightest bit surprised when the crisps and apple floated from his grasp and over to Meghan.

"That kind of impossible," Harry said smugly, "The age children usually begin to show magic is around two years old during their 'terrible twos' with their fluxing emotions, and then again around the ages of six or seven…then the teenage years."

"That's impossible! Magic doesn't exist!" Lily exclaimed, gaping in shock, her mind reeling, suddenly remembering some instances from her life, like the time she had been so sure she put the bottle on the table one time only to find her daughter drinking it when she returned at just one-year-old.

Daryl rolled his eyes impatiently, why the hell do people deny it when it's bloody clear they'd seen something that didn't normally happen?

"Yes, that's logically what your mind is telling you," Harry said nodding in understanding; her denial was to be expected. "Even I experienced denial when I learned who I was, albeit only momentarily. Your daughter's accidental magic will get worse as she gets older unless she's trained. You cannot get rid of her magic, it's in her blood, it will be with her until the day she dies... she's a witch. I am a wizard." with that Harry transfigured the table into a teapot and let it dance around the room.

Lily and Tara just stared in disbelief between Harry, and the magical display in the middle of their living room, and Meghan was content to devour the food hungrily as she stared fascinated.

"This isn't your conventional house visit you would have got when your daughter turned eleven, but the world has gone to hell as you can clearly see." Harry explained his tone still soft, "Not that my visit was conventional…I was visited by a half-giant who couldn't explain magic if he tried." a wry grin on his face.

"Did the magical world cause this?" Tara asked, still suspicious it all seemed too good to be true.

"I understand why you'd want to think so, but no, the magical Government fell just like the non-magical counterpart," Harry replied immediately, surprisingly he wasn't asked that as often as he suspected in the beginning. "And yes, magic had its own government," he added predicting the next question.

"So you expect us to come with you?" Tara asked in disbelief. "Two men?" uncaring if she insulted them with her insinuation.

Harry smirked, giving her a nod of respect, "I'm sorry to say you both have the wrong plumbing…for either of us," ignoring Daryl's snort which was louder than usual indicating he was having trouble stopping himself from laughing. "It isn't just two men, anyway, we have quite a large group, only two of us are magical, I'm trying to find and save as many people as possible. Collecting Wizards and Witches is easier... We have a way of detecting Witches and Wizards; it's your daughter's magic that led us here. Whether she uses it or not, she was put on the list from the moment she first used magic regardless of whether anyone saw the display."

Tara at least had the decency to blush when he spoke, whether it was embarrassment, shame or anger he didn't know.

"I have no way of reassuring you that we mean you no harm, that I only want what is best for your daughter or niece. No way of proving that I have a safe base that walkers cannot get into, you'd have a home, food, comforts and other children." Harry said, watching as Lily and Meghan perked up at that. "You'll have to take a chance, but I can't force you to come, it's got to be a decision you make alone."

"Gotta live with it too," Daryl said, uncustomary meeting their eyes for a few seconds before looking away.

"I have given you a lot to think about, so we will stick around for five minutes then we will be gone, there are injured people back at our base that may need medicine," Harry explained.

"Medicine? You mean…do you have oxygen tanks?" Lily asked, desperation seeping into her voice. "We tried to get to the nearest hospital…but we couldn't get passed all the dead."

Harry blinked, "Oxygen tanks? None of you look like you require aid to breathe." unsurprisingly as sharp as he was, needing no mind reading abilities, and he'd bet his now worthless fortune that Daryl too had came to the same conclusion. "You have someone else in the flat…apartment, a child with breathing problems or an elderly?" he asked, praying it wasn't a child; he could never stand to see a child sick.

"Our father," it was Tara surprisingly who spoke.

"Do you have any idea how long he has?" Harry asked seriously.

"We're running out of oxygen, even with it…" Lily grimaced; she didn't like the thought at all.

Harry and Daryl traded looks, if they hadn't been there then there was a chance that the old man would have bitten each of them…they didn't even know how to deal with the walkers correctly for Merlin's sake. It didn't matter now, whether they came or not, they knew now how to deal with them, he had told them how.

Nodding his head, "Alright, talk about it, decide, and don't worry about your father he can come with us it won't be an issue he will be safe just like the rest of you." he informed them, cursing again as he claimed they were safe, people didn't believe that, the more you said it the less chance they have of believing you. Five minutes wouldn't be enough time to get everything here and at the hospital so he mentally amended the time he had chosen to give them. "We will give you ten minutes to decide, talk it out what have you, while we clear out the building of supplies, and get to the hospital and get everything there."

"How do you plan on getting…?" Lily gaped, it wasn't possible they didn't anything they could use other than small bags.

"Magic," Harry said amused. "You'll be very surprised what your daughter can do if she's given the chance to flourish." it meant returning to the shopping district and getting every single wand in the shop so she can pick the wand most suited to her. "Ten minutes." he reiterated seriously before wandering out.

"Trust him," Daryl said seriously, not wishing to leave them behind, they would end up dead sooner or later if they remained here. His piece said he left, he knew no matter what he said if they were not going to trust them then nothing they said would change it.

It was up to the Chambler's now to decide their fate.

There we go! another chapter for you to enjoy! I do think it might be time to wind the story down maybe four or five more chapters because honestly...against Harry what Muggle is going to be able to go against him? :P it makes for a boring story I'd say (although if you are all still enjoying it I can extend it to maybe a few more chapters )even if I brought Negan in...which does suck but hey ho I honestly can't think of anything else that could perk the story up a little...how about you guys? what would you like to read about the story before it wraps up? R&R please