Walking Dead Wizard

Chapter 86

Over a month had gone by since the magical cupboard had first been used by those at Hogwarts to arrive at PA. Hermione was more than hopeful with the progress that had been made. They wanted very quickly get them functional in order to mass make the magical cupboards once more. In fact, they were in the testing stages already. That was when the tricky bit begins, there was no guarantee that they will work, especially at the human testing phase. Never mind the fact they may not have anyone willing to go through with it.

Harry had spent all day yesterday yet again combing through more Black books he had inherited. Due to the paranoia the Black's exhibited constantly, it wasn't as simple as summoning the particular book he required. Thus he had to trudge through the catacomb that was his trunk in order to find them. All the while turning the inside of the trunk compartment into an actual library, with bookcases and all. It was hard work, especially given the fact he was doing it alone and he had thousands upon thousands of Black books. He'd been sending some through to Severus as well, giving him books that he was sure the Potions Master would enjoy. He'd heard no complaints yet.

Today though, his hard work had paid off, and he had finally got the book that Severus had suggested. He would continue to tidy the books up, putting them on bookshelves, but less arduously. He would do it when he had the time, just for an hour at a time. That way, if he required books in the future he could come down without having to messily browse through boxes full of books.

Almost hooting triumphantly, Harry immediately made his way out of his trunk. Doing so quietly, since Daryl was more than likely still asleep. He had woken at four o'clock in the morning and decided to begin his search again. Climbing out, he kept his hand on the lid until he was fully out and slowly lowered it. Daryl was a very light sleeper, they all were really, a smile crept across his face at the sight of his partner sleeping soundly. Arm over the bed, just a fingers length away from his constant companion – his crossbow – which he never let out of his sight.

Harry's gaze swept over Daryl's sleeping form, unable to think back on when he first met the brothers.

-0 Flashback 0-

Groaning in agony, Harry blinked blearily, wondering what the hell was going on. Remembering what he was doing, and why had him bolting up right. The inferi, the dead coming back to life, he knew they weren't actually inferi but he didn't know what they were, or if they even had a name for Merlin's sake. Gaping at the sight that greeted him, oh boy, he could feel his own magic imbued in the mess, he had caused this. Hissing in agony, he scrambled to find out the cause of his pain. Delicately removing the less than clean bandages. Oh, Merlin, he thought to himself, as the events that had transpired crept up on him.

The dodgy Portkey, he had known something was wrong, or suspected maybe. He had never internationally Portkey'd before, but it had been ten times bumpier than the ones he used previously in the past. Considering there had been people where he landed, he knew he wasn't anywhere near Potter Manor. Wizards did not go around with crossbows after all. Merlin, that had hurt, it still hurt specially to breathe.

What had he done? It wasn't like him to lose control off his magic. He hadn't done that since he was what…thirteen years old or something? Swallowing thickly, if he was bandaged up…then someone had helped him. What if he had hurt someone? Or worse…Harry didn't want to contemplate that.

Unsure of how long he had been unconscious, Harry scrambled to get out of the bed, to check and make sure he hadn't done anyone permanent harm…if he did he could have inferi on his ass. His mouth open in soundless agony, he managed to stand up, his wounded side curled up slightly unable to bear moving it too much.

Breathing through the pain, he slowly began to move, making sure not to trip over all the debris scattered all over the place. This had been someone's home, and still was, everything was too well used for it not to be. Pausing at the door of the room he was currently in, he pressed his good hand over the doorway, riding out the fresh waves of pain.

Breath hitching, terror striking him as he scrambled to find his wand, the whoosh of air he let out upon finding it hurt, but Harry honestly didn't care. The fact he had his wand was all he cared about right now, anything else he would deal with as it came around.

Okay, there was no bodies, so the chances were, he hadn't hurt anyone, good. Someone had been here since his magic had gone haywire. The debris wasn't scattered in the hallway, it was shoved to the side, pressed up against the wall, leaving a walkway clear for whomever it belonged to.

As soon as he was outside, it didn't take much hunting for people to find them. Harry couldn't help but observe the pair of them, the elder of the two was quite loudmouthed, as though he didn't know how to be quiet, like Vernon. He had blue eyes, they were slightly glazed, like he was drugged on love potions or something, but that wasn't it his best guess would be Muggle drugs. They were sitting on tree trunks, gutting the innards of some animal…maybe a Moose? It certainly looked like one, but it had been years since he had been in primary school, so he could be wrong. The only animals he had studied at Hogwarts had been magical ones.

The younger and quieter of the two, had very short dark blonde hair, green eyes and was warily watching his surroundings. Harry admittedly felt an attraction to the guy immediately, which surprised him, it normally took him a long time to warm up to anyone. Both had a tenseness, an alertness around them. Was it due to what was happening? Was it even happening here? Where here was, Harry had no clue, their accents…he believed he'd landed somewhere in America but that was it. Or had that alertness been present since before this thing begun?

The second he took another step, both men whipped around, weapons raised, highly alert in their territory. This sort of alertness didn't happen overnight, it built up for years, and suddenly Harry found a kinship in these two men who were most definitely not wizards. Harry remained still, face impassive as he waited them out, slowly but surely they lowered their weapons, but remained highly suspicious.

Harry nodded his respect for that, they had probably seen his magic, they knew what he was capable of, yet they remained? They didn't try to kill him out of fear? Totally finish him off while he was down? Instead gave him a room, patched up his wounds? Despite their initial appearance – which Harry did not judge them on – they were good people. What society deemed as good people and what Harry did…was completely different. He cared little for what society thought of him or the people he cared about. The Dursleys hadn't thought highly of his parents or the Weasley family.

His impassive mask was almost shattered with the pain that coursed through him thinking of the Weasley family. What he had been forced to do to Ron in order to survive. Sure, they hadn't gotten on in the end, but he'd never wanted to do something like that. Okay, maybe he had imagined doing it…but that was different from actually deciding to. But the others…Molly, Arthur…everyone else, they were gone. Not for the first time he was glad Hermione had broken things off with Ron, otherwise she may have ended up on the list of dead too. She was safe within Hogwarts grounds and for that he would always be grateful, he'd die happy knowing this.

Carefully Occluding his mind, he took in his surroundings, the little brook, the pond, the trees, so many trees, the birds twittering in their little nests. It was so peaceful and quiet, beautiful, almost like being near the black lake on his own at Hogwarts. If the black lake had been tiny, but the trees and the sounds were similar, minus the hooting of owls. Despite himself, Harry found himself unconsciously relaxing, he hadn't felt this at peace in a long time.

Turning around to face the half-destroyed cabin, wincing at the sight of it. Yeah, his magic hadn't half gone to town on it. Flicking out his wand, he began the motion for the spell before murmuring a quiet "Reparo!" then like a jigsaw come to life, the building began to automatically fix itself, seamlessly, as if it had never been damaged to begin with. One of the men cursed quietly, before a piece of wood (presumably stuck in their shoe perhaps) zoomed to take its place.

Before long a lovely rustic cabin stood before him, he reached out and touched it lovingly, glad he hadn't destroyed it completely. Yes, he had the magic to utterly destroy something, not even a Reparo would have worked.

When he turned around, a subtle smirk twitched at his lips, seeing the wide eyed looks he was receiving from the men. He wondered if they had only seen the effects of his magic after the fact it happened or if they had been there for it…if they had, then they surely couldn't be quite so astonished by his display. Then again…he could still be surprised by magic, still had been after years of performing the arts.

"Hello, I don't suppose you can tell me where I've landed?" Harry asked, as if he hadn't just done something that the Muggle's wouldn't have thought possible.

"Atlanta Georgia," Merle spoke guardedly, eyeing the wizard – not that he knew he was one – with suspicion and an air of disgust. So, he was one of them city boys, from England, he'd probably bolt within a few hours out here. His clothes should have given that away, but they were a bit on the dirty side, so they hadn't been able to clearly tell. Although he felt a grudging respect for the guy, he was able to stand up, with a wound like that, it was bound to hurt. He should know he had been wounded quite a few times himself.

Both watched the guy closely, his brow furrowed at the news, looking around with a pensive look on his face. Neither could quite tell what he was feeling or thinking, it was unusual for a city boy, normally they'd be crying by now or complaining. They'd seen their fair share of folks like that, not here, but on the road, lost or broken down, it was quite pathetic really.

Harry merely sat himself down on one of the free tree trunks, being delicate. He had only gotten the magical coordinates for the manor, he hadn't thought to find out exactly where it physically was in terms of places. Magical coordinates weren't the same as map ones, the magical one went by the ley lines which were contrary to popular belief everywhere. Short of getting back to Britain, to Gringotts, he wouldn't be able to find out where it was.

He was stuck.

There wasn't a thing he could do about it either, there was no point to returning to Britain, there was nothing for him there. The most important people to him in the entire world was behind the wards of Hogwarts. He couldn't get into Hogwarts. Now he couldn't get to Potter Manor, but the prospect of being alone in a messed up world wasn't as satisfying as it once would have been years prior. This thing was spreading way too fast for the magical world to deal with. It was coming at all sides, affecting even those in the magical community.

If they had closed themselves down completely, forbidding any held to the non-magical population they could have survived maybe. They didn't know what it was, that was clear, with a little luck…they might be able to create a cure to whatever it was.

To find a cure, they had to know everything.

So perhaps his presence on the outside was a good thing.

He would be able to tell them everything about the creatures, everything.

First, he would need to sterilise his wound, get some fresh bandages on it, thankfully all that required was a few spells. All of which he knew, healing spells wasn't exactly his forte, he'd been trained to kill not heal, well not really, he'd been un-trained to die at the right moment. But the spells he had learned on his own, had been intended to end the war. He sure as shit hadn't intended to kill Voldemort with a bandage spell.

His eyes narrowed in on a wicked smirk on the older guys' face, he arched a challenging eyebrow in turn. Watching as the guy thrust his blade into the animal, before yanking out a part of its ribcage. Cocking his head to the side, wondering if the guy was trying to see if he was squeamish. He'd need to try harder than that, he thought, a wry smirk on his face. He had seen gorier stuff than that, he stifled his amusement at the deflating look and grunt he received in turn. The younger glanced away, and Harry had to wonder if he was finding it just as funny as himself. It wasn't easy to tell with these two, and so he continued to observe them, just as he was observed right back.

-0 End Flashback 0-

Harry jumped as Daryl spoke to him, what he said went right over his head, as his eyes locked with familiar green ones. He was easier to read nowadays, compared to how he had been when they first met. He wasn't sure if it was him getting better at reading Daryl in particular, or if his partner was just less stoic. Which was how he could see a small amount of concern in his green eyes.

Harry shook his head, knowing what concerned him, "Just reflecting back," he informed him, if he hadn't been injured back then, he would have shown just how hot he found Daryl he reckoned. Thankfully for the pain he had not, neither had been ready to know that much about him. Considering they hadn't trusted him as far as they could throw him. Hell, Merle had come to realise how useful Harry was along with that trust, and both mingled together.

Harry couldn't help but reflect that Daryl was hotter now than he had been back then, if that was possible, it had to be his long hair, or the strong rippled muscles that had grown more in their hard work over the years.

"You found something?" Daryl repeated himself, relaxing fully knowing he was just lost in idle thoughts. He hadn't truly lost himself in PTSD thoughts for a long while now. Hell, he hadn't even been aware Harry knew what it was he was suffering from. Not until that scene in the last days of the prison with Grimes. Grimes himself, still spaced out badly, everyone around noticed it, Hershel tried his best to be there for it all, but couldn't. He had his own chores to do, as well as things he wanted to do. Tending to the animals was a vital part of their survival now. They had so many different kinds that it took Hershel three or four days to see to them all.

"I found the book, yeah," Harry agreed, sitting himself down beside Daryl, checking the index to find the particular chapter he needed. Chapter twenty-nine, flipping through the back of the book, he found it quite quickly after that. "There," tapping at the paper as he shifted through everything he'd need to do the ritual.

"Got everything you'll need?" Daryl then asked curiously as he glanced at the book, it was in English, with only a few words in Latin, presumably spells or chants or shit he didn't know.

"Yes, it's pretty basic actually, blood, few herbs, then chants, oh, the Potter motto is needed, good job I know it," Harry was musing quietly to himself mostly now.

"How much blood?" Daryl asked, his eyes narrowed distrustfully upon the book.

"Four drops," Harry replied immediately. "Rituals rarely use a lot of blood, but they're nonetheless banned anyway, some of them I don't blame them for banning, but all of it…it'd ridiculous, an entire branch of magic just deemed illegal."

Daryl just gave Harry a dry look, he had seen how Harry paled and immediately grew defensive and angry at the prospect of giving up his blood back in the farm. Although he had a reason to detest rituals, one had been used with his blood to bring back that Voldemort wizard when he was a kid. Obviously it wasn't completely alarming if he was happy to do this ritual.

"How has he been, by the way?" Harry asked, stretching out, putting the book face down on the bed so that he didn't lose the page.

"The coward barely comes out of the house," Daryl snorted, knowing exactly who Harry was referring to. "Avoids everyone like the plague," soon everyone would get annoyed by the fact he was doing nothing and still getting to eat their food. He was injured, it was the only reason he was getting a pass, the second he was fit for work, everyone would be demanding he get something to do.

"He needs to do some light exercise or the pain will never fade when he begins using his leg, at least not for a good while." Harry stated, and Hershel and Lily had probably told him that. Abraham completely ignored Eugene's existence, while Rosita gave him pitying glances now and again, even though she was still furious herself. Just not as badly as Abraham for whatever reason.

Daryl just grunted in agreement, or perhaps just not caring enough to continue the conversation.

Harry watched him go, only standing once he heard the shower turn on, as lovely as it would be, he had something he wanted done. Another quick trip into the trunk to gather everything he needed he was out once more.

He padded through to the living room, his sock clad feet being protected by the carpets. "Hermione?" he called out to the mirror as he grabbed the glass bowl that had been in the house when they got there. He placed it in the middle of the table, before absently adding the herbs he had gathered for this occasion.

"Hey, I was just about to call you," Hermione said positively buzzing with excitement.

"Oh?" Harry glanced back in curiosity.

"We did it, the enchanted cabinets they work, we're ready to work full scale, can you imagine?" Hermione blabbed excitedly, "We could get some sort of civilisation back, meanwhile keeping everyone safe at the same time from those would do harm onto others." She knew about Randall and Negan of course, so yes, her thoughts weren't surprising.

"And those without magical blood?" Harry asked, pursing his lips thoughtfully, "Making dozens of them would be pointless without first knowing if Muggles can get through without damage!" hell, it had caused a wizard damage for Merlin's sake when they weren't working right. A Slytherin had ended up in the hospital wing then St. Mungo's to repair the damage done to him.

Hermione's excitement dimmed, "That's true," she sighed, her eyes shadowed with worry.

"Would it be wrong to send someone…who deserves death through?" Harry said with dark amusement.

"Someone society could do without," Hermione pursed her lips, not liking it but it was better than someone innocent paying the price if they didn't work. "We would need to know they have absolutely no magic in their lineage."

"That's true," Harry mused thoughtfully, "But the question is…could we do it?" in all good conscience could they send someone through a potential death trap? His eyes narrowed in speculation, yes, he could and would, especially if they posed a threat to his people. To humanity.

"Do what?" Daryl asked, evidently finished with his shower, bare footed as he began rooting through the kitchen cupboards for something to eat. Stuff they had found on trips to the outside world that they wanted to have for themselves. Only meal foods were kept in the communal kitchen/dining room.

"Using someone who is a threat to us," Harry explained flippantly, "To go through the cupboards, to make sure everyone would be safe to use it." That way his potential death would serve a purpose.

"How 'bout Eugene?" Daryl muttered, his own darkness showing.

Harry smirked wryly, "As lovely as that would be…he hasn't been a danger to us quite yet." His tone dry.

"What are you doing, Harry?" Hermione asked, finally realizing her best friend was up to something.

"Summoning potential House-elves to me," Harry explained, "I know you don't like the thought, I didn't exactly bind them to me, but at least they would be safe. And I promise, they won't be used to do everything, I won't allow it. But can you imagine the amount of people they could save and bring to safety within a twenty-four-hour period?"

"I know," Hermione smiled grimly, she knew her best friend. She knew she could be overbearing when it came to protecting those who couldn't protect themselves. Harry may not have cared back in fourth year, about her activities, but he cared about the House-elves. He had been beyond torn when Dobby died, all of them had been, even Ron had been a little down but not as torn as she and Harry had been. "If you find there's too many, send them to Hogwarts."

Everyone knew they could get passed all sorts of wards, hell, they could get to everyone, including those locked into their manors if they wanted to. Their magic was so different, and nobody had taken the time to find out why.

"I can't even remember what the hell I was going to say to you," Harry snorted self-derisively. He'd need to take some of the fresh walker bodies to the dragon, she ate a lot, whether that was normal or not he didn't know. So, that was his task after this was over with.

"Venit ad me qui tenetur in sanguine meo," Harry muttered in Latin, before slicing his finger, holding it over the bowl of herbs, and added the motto for the House of Potter, in Latin of course. Basic translation, Harry was calling all those bound to his blood to come to him.

Harry healed the cut, waiting with bated breath.

Only to jerk painfully when a loud wail sounded his head. "Shit!" he cursed, rubbing at his temples in order to ease the sudden pain.

"Harry?!" Hermione panicked, thinking something had gone wrong with the spell. "I'll be right there don't move!"

"Don't!" Harry croaked, "I'm fine, it was a spell…I gave it to the guy at Hilltop, to use only in an emergency."

Daryl just rolled his eyes resignedly, as he munched on his peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Well, he knew what he was going to be doing in a few minutes. He thought, as he finished off the sandwich and rubbing his hands to get the stickiness off. One of these days the bread was going to run out and he'd be gutted. Without a word, he went through to the bedroom, grabbed everything he was going to need as he shovelled his feet into his boots without untying them.

Meanwhile Harry just summoned his things, the gun almost hit him on the head, good job he moved in time.

Once he re-entered the living room, he blinked at the absurd sight of dozens upon dozens of small aliens taking up every available surface. On the couches, the chairs, the tables, the bunkers, the cooker, the tops of the cupboards, the floor, even gripping the curtains. If it had been any other situation he would have laughed in amusement.

"What's with the E. T's?" Daryl grumbled, not even attempting to enter the living room.

There we go! the next chapter will be a little more exciting! Hilltop and House-elves :) Will they help get everyone out of Hilltop or will Harry and the others go alone not wishing to risk their lives? Especially knowing they are going into a hostile situation? Will Gregory be dead and the saviours' coming back to finish the job for the lack of food etc... will Negan himself be there? Will they get someone to go through the cabinets to ensure safety while they're there accomplishing two birds with one stone? Will Harry let them remain in his base until he gets one up and running for them letting them make their own community in another base? Do you think Harry and the others will ever meet the Ocean people? I honestly can't see a way for that to happen but I did say that about a lot of it didn't I? but I got it done ;) hehe anyway Read and Review please :) ohhh please tell me you found the E.T part funny? Or have I overused by mentioning it in my other stories? :P haha