Henlo Nuggies! And welcome to another fanfiction I probably shouldn't be starting because I have tons of others to update, but I can't help myself because I have a too active imagination. Anyhoozy, this is my FIRST CROSSOVER!

This will also be SLASH and maybe M!Preg so there is everyone's warning. If you don't like it, oh the fuck well, there is a back space button and don't bother leaving a review if you don't like it. We don't want your close minded negativity here.

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Main Pairing: HarryxDaryl

Rating: M

Chapter Warnings: None

Disclaimer: I do not own anything pertaining to the Harry Potter franchise or the Walking Dead franchise. They belong to their respectful owners and I take no profit in making this. This is purely for entertainment only.

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From where they stood at the entrance of the Alley Harry could see several shops that they would need to stop at. There was a large Apothecary, a wands shop, two clothing stores, a luggage store, a bookstore, and a rather large outdoors store. The street before them thankfully didn't have many walkers, but he didn't know what it looked like indoors. For all he knew the stores were all packed wall to wall with walkers.

As they neared the first stop, the luggage store, Harry saw that most of the dead were wearing muggle clothes. Either the dead could get through the muggle repelling wards (or the wards fell when the world went to shit), or American Magicals were much more advanced with the times than British Magicals and knew how to blend in with the mundanes.

Harry was thankful that he had charmed his bag to have unlimited space as they entered the store since the luggage store was almost fully filled with trunks and bags. It was as if the American Magicals didn't care to try and get other means of survival with everything that was left. There was enough in here to give everyone back in the quarry a bag and have several more for himself or for whoever he comes across, or joins the group. The trunks would be something he would keep to himself since he could apply multiplying, preservation, cooling, heating, feather light, and many more runes and charms into the wood to keep anything it kept in its contents in good condition.

He quickly gathered the bags and trunks in his bag before he scrounge around in the back for any books they would have used to make their own trunks along with books on spells that were compatible with the different woods they used to make the trunks. Sadly, he couldn't find anything but an open safe and a fledgling boggart in the desk drawer.

"Okay next store!" Harry said as he joined Daryl up in the main area of the store.

"Which one?"

"Apothecary," Harry answered as he pointed to the store across from them, "I needed the trunks from in here to gather what's in there and for anything else we get in the Alley."

Daryl nodded before peering through the glass to make sure it was clear for them to go. There were only two walkers and their backs were to the two of them and a few yards away. "It's clear," Daryl whispered before opening the door and gestured for Harry to go through first.

Cautiously Harry went through the door and tip toed his way silently to the apothecary as Daryl followed him just a moment after he left the luggage store. The apothecary wasn't as stocked as the luggage store was, but there was at least enough seedlings and fertilizers that Harry could make healing potions and salves once the plants were in full bloom along with a few other potions. He also gathered what books he could find, but he would have to go to the book store here to gather anything else he needed.

Harry clearly marked the trunk he used for this store so he could tell what was in it without having to scrounge around in it to figure what contents the trunk held. "Alright," Harry said as he nodded, "To the bookstore next. Then the clothing stores. After that we'll need to hit the wands shop and then the outdoors store to see if there are any tents and other outdoor things in there."

"Alright," Daryl agreed as he gestured for Harry to guide them. The other stores were done up much like the other two they went in. Harry had gone in and used magic to gather everything in a trunk before marking it and putting it away before heading to the next store.

The clothing stores gave them many premade clothes, shoes, undergarments, and rolls of fabric that they could use for a long while for anything they could think of. Baby clothes, children's clothes, adult clothes, blankets, curtains, and much more.

The wands shop was packed with care seeing as the wands in there along with the ingredients left in the back were more sentient than Harry was used to back in Britain. In that store he had even found a wand that was compatible with his magic and something called a focus. He didn't know what that was, but as he neared the bracelet focus it attached itself to his wrist and wouldn't come off. So he left it there as he packed the rest of the store.

The book shop was much larger on the inside than Harry had believed and he used two trunks to empty the store out instead of one.

The outdoor store had several tents and sleeping bags that were designed to feel like a regular bed. It also had clothes more suited for camping and hiking as well as boots that were made for maximum comfort and durability while hiking. The store also held more mundane like items for the magicals that want to try and camp like a mundane. Everything was taken.

"Okay," Harry said after placing the last shrunken trunk in his bag, "that should be everything we really need here. We can leave."

"Okay," Daryl said as he nodded, "We've been here for a few hours. Merle might be getting worried."

Harry held in a snort. Merle, worried? Well, he guessed that could happen. Anyone could get worried. Especially when their brother is out where the dead walks. He knew he gets worried when Daryl leaves to hunt. "Okay. Let's get going then," Harry said as he nodded.

The street was filled with a few more walkers than when they went into the last store, but it wasn't anything they couldn't deal with. The walkers were mostly blind anyway and relied on hearing and smell more than anything else. Harry had found this out a while ago before meeting his mate after walking a bit too close to a walker one time and it didn't react to seeing him. It wasn't until he had accidentally kicked a bottle that it reacted.

Harry and Daryl kept to one side of the street where there were less walkers as they went down the Alley. They were halfway to the entrance when Harry stopped making Daryl stop before he walked into him. Harry turned to Daryl with a confused look on his face before touching his ear. 'Do you hear that?' he mouthed to keep quiet.

Daryl looked at him for a moment before focusing on listening. The usual moans and groans of the walkers as they shuffled along reached his wars, but he was sure that Harry didn't stop for that. It took a few moments before he heard what Harry did.

A soft animal like whimper.

Harry had been looking around as Daryl listened for what he had and managed to see a small, but tall building with faded words. Auntie Martha's Menagerie. Harry pointed at it as he looked over at Daryl. 'It'll only take a moment,' Harry mouthed before he made his way there. Daryl held in a sigh. They didn't really have the time to stop for an animal.

Trailing after his smaller lover Daryl closed the door to the shop behind them to keep the walkers on the other side of the glass. When he turned around to the inside of the store, Harry was gone. "Harry," Daryl hissed out as he stepped forward. He looked back and forth for walkers as he neared where he could hear the sounds of whimpering coming from. The store was filled with dead animals and bare bone carcasses.

He stopped as he entered the back of the store and saw Harry. The teen was kneeling on the ground and there was a large dog-like animal in his lap, well its head at least. The dog was skinny and its fur, torn in places and dull. It was mostly a dark gray with bits of black and a lighter gray throughout the dark gray fur. Its tail was extremely fluffy and was wagging a small bit as Harry scratched it behind its ears.

Bright red eyes met his own as the creature picked its head up and looked over at him. A deep growl rumbled through its chest, but stopped when Harry hushed him.

"It's okay," Harry said as he gestured for Daryl to come closer, "He's friendly."

"What is he?" Daryl asked as he took slow steps towards Harry. The beast didn't make any more noise, but it did keep its eyes on him as he knelt beside his lover.

"It's a cross breed. This happens when a magical breed of canine mates with a mundane breed," Harry said as he ran his hands through the thick fur, "He's a Shadow Wolf mixed with a German Shepherd."

"How can you tell?" Daryl asked as he relaxed a bit as he saw the beast not getting agitated. In fact it seemed to melt under his lovers hands.

"The banding on the fur," Harry said as he ran his hands over the banding, "When a magical wolf breeds with a mundane it may look like a pure wolf because of the size and the coloration, but they get the mundanes' breeds' fur pattern. It makes it easier to tell what they bred with. Of course there are certain times when a wolf doesn't take the fur pattern. Then they have to get genetic testing, but that's a whole other topic."

Daryl nodded as he looked at the beast. There was a large thick collar around its neck. "You're going to want to take it with us," Daryl asked dryly as he looked at his lover, "won't you." He may not have known his lover for a while, but he did know his kind.

Harry chuckled and nodded as he replied, "Of course! We can't leave him! He's just a puppy!"

"A puppy?"

Harry pointed to the nameplate by the beast that showed his breed, weight, height, and age. This beast was only a year old if Daryl did his math right. And it was this large.

"How large is the wolf going to get?" Daryl asked as he saw the age.

"He's almost full grown," Harry said as he managed to get the collar off with his knife, "Just a small bit of growing left to do."

The wolf stood up and shook his fur out. The beast was taller than they were as they knelt and when they stood up the wolf reached Daryls' waist and Harrys' chest. Of course Harry wasn't done growing either, but that's besides the point. He liked that his lover was small. He was perfect.

"I think I'll name you Regis," Harry said as he smiled and gave the beast an ear scratch. It was then that Daryl noticed the darker fur pattern around the beast's head that looked like a crown. The wolf let out a huff of air as Harry walked around the store to see what was left in it. While he didn't want to become another Newt Scamander with a case filled with animals he would do it if there were any animals left in the store.

Thankfully, and sadly, all he found was broken eggs and torn out cages. It seemed like the rest of the animals had broken out and escaped or had perished in their cages. Harry sighed and turned to leave the store with Daryl and his new familiar Regis.

They managed to get out of the Alley with only having to kill a couple of walkers and with no injuries to themselves. Harry did have to hold back a gag though as his pants and lower half of his shirt got covered with the rot of a walker as Regis tore it apart in front of him. Nonetheless he praised the pup before continuing on to the car. He sent Daryl an apologetic look as he strapped himself in as Regis settled down into the bed of the truck. He knew how much Daryl didn't like getting the interior of his truck dirty.

"So Daryl," Harry said as the man started the truck, "Did you notice the way Shane looked when Loris' husband arrived? Rick I think his name is."

Daryl nodded as he kept his eyes on the road.

"I mean if the man was supposed to be his best friend then why look so angry over the fact that he turned out to be alive?" Harry asked as he looked back towards Regis. The large pup simply laid his head on the side of the bed and had his eyes closed as the wind ruffled his fur.

"Because now that Rick is back with them he wont get to fuck Queen Bitch anymore," Daryl answered with a chuckle, "and that he won't get to play happy family with her and Carl."

"I suppose," Harry replied as he let out a deep breath, "I just didn't like the way the man looked. My magic doesn't like him either."

"What do ya mean?"

Harry turned a bit to face Daryl as he spoke. "Magic is instinctive. It's sentient to a degree. Its adapts to how a magical grows up and what kind of environment they live in. My childhood wasn't a happy one so my magic adapted to protecting me and healing me. I would assume that Sophias' magic would adapt almost the same way. Anyway," Harry said as he shook his head, "My magic almost recoils away from Shane. It bubbles under my skin when he speaks to me as if it were to strike the man down and it forms almost a protective barrier just above my skin when he gets too close. The man just makes me feel sick."

Daryl hummed softly as he nodded. He could almost feel the same way about Shane. He didn't like the man either, or his whore. He swears if the man ever laid a hand on Harry he would tear the mans' throat out with his own teeth.

"On another note!" Harry exclaimed as he smiled, "Now that you know about magic I can tell you about the others in the group! First up is Carol, she's what the magical communities call a squib. Which just means that she was born without magic from magical parents. Her daughter Sophia, is magical like myself as well as my student! Next is Carl, Carol had voiced her concerns over him about a week after you found me. I would guess Lori or Rick had some magical genetics in their blood and didn't know about it. The last person I'm not entirely sure about, but it's Glenn."

"Why Glenn and what's up with Carl?" Daryl asked as Harry took a sip of water from his bottle.

"Well with Carl," Harry answered as Daryl swerved to dodge a small herd of walkers, "Carol had noticed a few things about him before I had even arrived. He is extremely pale despite being in the sun for a while, his eyes are very sensitive to the sun, and more restless at night while he is more sleepy during the day."

Daryl furrowed his brows in confusion. "All those things you listed off just sound like normal stuff to me. I've noticed the kid likes to stay in the shade so that would keep him pale. His eyes being sensitive could be chalked up to him staying in the shade and him not letting his eyes get any sunlight. And insomnia could explain the rest," Daryl countered.

"That's not all Carol noticed though," Harry said softly, "She's only noticed it two nights ago, but when she was making that stew with the deer Merle managed to nab; some of the meat went missing after she had turned her back for a moment. She looked around the area just to see if the meat had fallen off the board she was cutting on, but it wasn't there. When she looked around to see if anyone had been around where she was cooking she saw Carl leaned up against a tree close to her, but he was half hidden behind it. She told me she saw him chewing on the bits of raw meat that was taken when got a bit closer to him."

"And what do you think is going on with him?" Daryl asked as they hit the half marker T-Dog made to indicate to their people they were halfway to the camp.

Harry curled his hands together and gave Daryl a small smile. "I think he's part vampire," he said in almost a whisper as Daryl just shot him a glance.