Hello! This is my first real attempt at a Fan Fic, but I have been reading for years. This is a mature, and hopefully not to OP take on Harry Potter in the Walking Dead universe. Harry is 30 years old as this takes place right before the apocalypse in 2010, you will see characters and references from most Walking Dead media, games and the shows. It's up for debate if Harry will have a pairing, as I am a new writer, and therefore will have not written anything, let alone romance. As I said, I'm new to this, so if my pace is off, please let me know. Harry won't have OP abilities, but as an adept magic user, it's hard not to be. It will be a grounded story, with a few time jumps (Not too big though, as I despise time-jumps, why time jump when you can use it for character development and exciting ideas?!)

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AN: Rewrote some stuff I was unhappy with.


Chapter 1 : A nice, relaxing holiday

Stepping out of the Floo, Harry's senses were assaulted with soot and heat. Opening his eyes, he flicked out his wand from his wrist holster and muttered a quick Scourgify, with his robes clean, he attempted to take a step before someone came barreling out of the fireplace, bumping into him and re-soiling his robes with soot. Regaining his balance, he didn't even need to turn around before, knowing who it was.

"Thanks, Ron." He said sarcastically.

He pulled Ron out of the way before it became a repeated performance.

"Mate, that was much worse than traveling around back home." Muttered Ron, slightly dazed. Interestingly enough, it didn't feel THAT much worse than other Floo travel Harry had experienced in the past.

A slightly shorter wizard came stumbling out of the fireplace, his eyes closed and he started dry heaving.

"You alright, son?" an older man, probably in his 50's with a nice form fitting gray tee shirt and jeans, asked the shorter wizard.

'I guess the style here is more modern, than back home…' Harry remarked, suddenly feeling out of place with his casual robes.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks." He said, standing up straight and walking over to Harry and Ron. Gathering his bearings he looked around the pub and whistled appreciatively.

"Nice place!" He said more cheerfully than he felt, still overcoming the vertigo.

Harry had to agree, already of the same idea based on the clothes people were wearing around here. The pub they were in, or rather 'Bar', was much more modern looking with less magic being openly displayed and more 'techy' appliances and electronic stuff, Harry thought. Still boring colors and shades, yet the place felt more lively than the wooden tops and brown counters in the Leaky Cauldron. A breath of fresh air, if he ever needed one. Which he most definitely did.

"Don't barf on me Seamus! You look like you're about to be sick." Ron poked playfully knowing he probably wouldn't. Seamus traveled 20 times more than either him or Harry from what he was aware of. The man was a lunatic and won't settle down for more than a year! Having more experience doesn't mean he deals with long form Floo travel better, it seems.

Flicking out his wand, he cast the Scouring charm again, this time on all three of them before putting his wand back. Knowing this lot, that will probably be his most used spell while traveling, Harry thought while rolling his eyes at their thanks.

"Where are we again?" Ron asked.

"Honestly, we just told you like 10 minutes ago. We're in Savannah, Georgia." Harry replied.

"This was the birthplace of one of the former Macusa presidents!" Seamus remarked excitedly.

"Ah, please don't start, mate." Ron groaned.

Seamus' been known these past few years to bring up random trivia when it became relevant in a conversation. He loved traveling and learning new stuff from different cultures. One of the things he picked up to cope with, after the war. Which eventually turned into a nice hobby after dealing with most of the trauma. He got to travel a lot, and learn about new cultures, meet new friends and most importantly, at least to him, 'I get to try out all the new foods!', he once told Hermione during a conversation.

"Sorry! I'll try to keep a lid on it." he said fully knowing he wouldn't.

"Alright, order us some drinks, and I'll go get our rooms sorted out." Harry offered. He walked over to what he thought was the room manager and stifled a groan when their eyes went slightly wide.

'Really? This fast? And in America? I shouldn't be surprised.' Harry thought.

"Harry Potter! Hello! Ah-" He hastily said, trying to gain composure,

"-Welcome to Starland's Backyard!" He continued, a little too loudly, and a little too haphazardly.

He could understand it, this is the first time he has ever been spotted in America, but man, did it get old years ago. Feeling multiple eyes on his back and hearing the slight ruffling of heads turning, he suppressed the mild embarrassment he felt, he wanted to get this out of the way so he could enjoy a nice cold drink.

"Yes, hello. I have a-" The clerk cut him off, much to Harry's vexation.

"Reservation! I know, I've been waiting all day to meet you! Not that I've been waiting for you- I have! But also because I work here! I asked my coworker for her shift ever since we got the order for your reserva-..."

He paled a little at Harry's exasperated look, realizing how star-struck he was, he again, regained his composure.

"Follow me." He said in a very good attempt at sounding more professional than he was a moment ago.

Harry stopped at the stairs leading down, looking around for the boys and spotting them snickering with each other at no doubt, Harry's expense. He signaled for them to follow him before going down the stairs with the clerk, ignoring the way all the eyes in the bar followed his signal towards Ron. Not one, but two of the Famous Trio who stopped the war in the UK?


They arrived at their Suite and walked in. The clerk tried following them in, before Seamus turned around, pulled out a Sickle and stuck it in his chest pocket. The confused but resigned look was all that they saw before Seamus closed the door in his face and tapped his wand on the locking rune next to the door knob.

Harry gave him a grateful look, before silently walking over to a couch and plopping down, which had an admittedly nice view of the sunrise over the city. The sky was so beautiful. He was brought out of his musing as Ron loudly sat down and sighed, also admiring the view. He wordlessly handed him his drink, fruity, he noticed as he took a sip. Seamus took the couch opposite of them, but before he got too comfortable, he noticed the look Ron was giving him, which signaled to leave the room for a bit. He tried to act nonchalant while getting up but if the look Harry gave him was any indication, he probably looked awkward.

"I'm going to go claim a room, mates." He cringed a little realizing how awkward he sounded.

After he left, Ron looked at Harry and after a moment, asked.

"Hey, are you really alright? I know how much she meant to you, and you to her. But both of you haven't really been forthcoming on why you two split- Not that you have to tell anybody! I'm not worried you hurt her, I'd hex you if you did!" Ron tried to joke.

Harry cracked a slight smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"She got tired of it. At least that's what it feels like. I know she didn't, realistically, but I didn't want to keep dragging her along with my baggage. I'm practically the only one in our immediate friend group who still is dealing with trauma everyday, Ron." He realized he sounded very bitter. It was quite the opposite, actually. Free, maybe? He continued.

"I know what you're going to say, 'Mate, we are all still dealing with it! Mate she also went through it with you!'" He mimed with quotation marks, getting a small smile out of Ron. He didn't want to sully the mood for the whole day, but he knew Ron was curious and he wanted to put it to rest so they can enjoy their holiday.

"I still get night terrors, I still zone out. Sometimes, it's like I am still there during the 'final battle'. With my Hit squad, it didn't distract me. Now that I'm out though?" Harry left it unspoken, but Ron understood. It was getting bad.

"I can tell it was getting to her. The way she slowly distanced herself after I left the Hit Wizards, or maybe I was pushing her away, I'm not sure. That time though, was the peak of my night terrors, and the zoning out. Hermione called it PTSD." He might have been unloading a bit on Ron, but it helped getting it out.

"Something to do with what comes after a lot of constant stress and traumatic stuff, I don't know. But I trust Hermione, she knows her stuff on muggle medicine." Harry pointed out, and Ron nodded in agreement.

They both heard the telly turn on loudly in the other room, before the volume was lowered. His drink finished and feeling a little more relaxed, he put it down on the tea table next to Ron's, leaned back, and continued.

"I didn't want to end things, but I could tell the effect it was having on our relationship, so we had a talk, mostly one-sided about me apologizing and coming to terms that I'm not alright, but we agreed that maybe it was for the best to take a break. I want to keep myself busy again. Keep my mind busy. That's why last week I bought us a pass for the Quidditch World Cup-"

"Which by the way was bloody amazing! I mean, remember Lin Dan's double Wronski Feint, I mean, how do you fall for it twice! And during the World cup? Unbelievable. Must be the nerves." Ron happily interrupted. Harry was actually happy for the lighter interruption.

"Yes, it was bloody amazing. That's for sure. But as you probably already figured out by now, that is why we're in America. I want to take Seamus' approach and busy myself with the new locations, novel sights and, you guessed it, food." He added mirthfully, which Ron nodded to with a smile and a far off look. Leave it to him to day dream about food during a conversation like this.

"You know, I wanted to bring Neville too, but he's busy with his kid, glad they were able to have a kid, after trying for so long. Little cheeky bloke too." He added warmly.

He was about to continue before Seamus walked in. "Hey, look at the telly." Seamus grabbed the remote and turned on the TV to a news reporter, or 'anchor' as Hermione once called it.

"-pdate on the developing situation downtown Atlanta, to you, Linda." The screen changed to another reporter.

"The situation has seemed to be going a little out of control, as the National guard was called in early this morning. From our source in Atlanta, the National guard and unidentified personnel were sighted putting up fences on three city blocks, and told all citizens to go home, or continue working, as the 'public disturbance' was being dealt with. What kind of 'public disturbance' during late last night requires first, a dozen squad cars, and second now, the National Guard, along with an unidentifiable federal branch? Our experts say that it could be a terrorist attack, or possibly a major gas leak that has the potential to take out those three city blocks! Good guesses from our resident experts, but we have an inside source!"

"This feels a bit like some tabloid media that my mum would read, no? Very dramatic." Ron added, and Harry agreed.

"Our inside source says that the 'public disturbance' originated from a dilapidated church on Edgewood Avenue, South East. And another trusted source that was a block down from it, said they saw somebody biting a woman straight through her jac-" The TV clicked off.

"What a crock of shite" said Seamus.

"I have to agree with him, I think maybe it's someone who broke the statute of secrecy. Why else for the heavy response, and an 'unidentifiable' federal branch?" Harry responded.

He continued, "During my Hit Wizard years, we had a few times where the same thing happened, some idiot used an explosive curse, which prompted the local authorities and Aurors to respond with a heavy presence. Pretty much went the same way, although on a much smaller scale." Harry dismissed.

"Still, if this turns out bad, we can go to another state. I love the food here, but there are plenty of other places without having something like that on our minds, like Salem, place has wonderful magical culture. And knowin' the media, you are already on every newspaper's morning edition. Sorry mate." Seamus said with a sheepish grin.

"It's fine, I've been dealing with it since I was 11." Harry added, trying to make Seamus not feel bad.

"Let's go get some new clothes, I feel out of place with these drab robes." Harry prompted, changing the subject. Ron seemed a bit worried, but it probably wasn't going to affect them in any way. It was on the other side of the state, after all.

They all took out their miniature trunks and placed them on the floor, and with a quick Engorgio, all three of them returned to their regular size.

"We can unpack later, I want another drink before we leave, let's go." Ron bemoaned.

Seamus relocked the door with his wand after closing the door behind him.

"It's tied to my wand, because I made the arrangements in Harry's name". He explained to Ron, after he offered to lock it. With that, they were off.

With the news report at the back of their minds, they will come to regret not taking it seriously. But after all, why would they?