I appreciate the support I'm getting for my first story! Thank you to mattcun and JohnMonty for the reviews! It means a lot to me! I don't want to put my current ideas into the B/N, but know that am listening, and getting ideas from you! What I will say, is there will be a few differences to The Walking Dead universe, but not so much that you can't recognize it. I may take a few days to more than a week to update, as I want my first story to be as good as the best of my abilities. Which requires a lot of rereading, research and rewriting. So please, bear with me! Sorry for the short chapter, but I was able to do a lot more research and get a more solid idea on where I want to take the story, so hopefully the next chapter with be out faster. Also, this is hard to write with realism and different peoples line of thinking, worries and ambitions lol.
On with the story!
AN: Rewrote some stuff I was unhappy with, and fixed spelling errors.
Chapter 3 : The Start of a long day
"What the fuck?" Seamus said in shock, before Harry saw the guy lunge at him.
Seamus raised his wand, but wasn't able to fire off a spell before the assailant grabbed him and tackled him to the ground with an audible snap. Harry bounded over to Seamus, yelling at him to get off. They tried to pull him off, but he had Seamus in a vice-like grip, growling like an animal trying to bite at his face.
"Move!" Harry yelled at Ron.
Harry got up and kicked the guy where he knew his left kidney was, but to Harry's surprise, it didn't affect him. Not seeing a way to get him off Seamus, he did the next best thing, which was disorientation. He kicked him in the head finally getting him to slacken his grip enough for Seamus to wrestle him off to the side. Ron pulled Seamus back up to his feet as all three of them backed away.
"He's dead." Seamus was able to wheeze out.
"Inferi�" Harry muttered, trusting the results of Seamus' diagnostic charm, while watching the corpse slowly get up.
As it shambled towards them, they were all slightly paralyzed with the implications. Harry got a good look at it, and his subconscious was screaming at him that this wasn't Inferi. It didn't look anything like it, besides looking freshly dead.
Harry made a decision that he might regret, but if this was happening in multiple cities, then the cat was already out of the bag.
He flicked out his wand and uttered,
"Repello Muggletum." Causing anybody looking in their direction to find something more interesting to look at than them, then cast Incarcerous to bind the 'inferi' in ropes.
Harry told Ron to levitate it to the back alley as Seamus fumbled over to grab his broken wand in the street. They need all the information they could get on this if they had any hope of salvaging the situation.
Taking a good look at the chaos around him, he didn't see any more of those things, but saw a full scale riot around them, as people were jumping on cars and breaking into the local businesses.
'Well, so much for a holiday.'
Somewhere in Georgia
"Well, I reckon you didn't do it then?" The police officer asked the man in the back of his patrol car.
"Why do you say that?" The man responded.
He adjusted his rearview mirror to look into his eyes. "Y'know, I've driven a buncha fellas down to this prison. Lord knows how many. Usually is 'bout now I get the 'I didn't do it.'"
The prisoner looked away. "Not from me." He responded with full honesty.
This was going to be a long day.
Savannah
"I cast it again, mate, it's registering him as dead. You can't spoof a charm like that, there's no reason to." Seamus bit out a little harshly at the end, handing Ron's wand back to him. He rubbed absently at his aching chest which was no doubt about to be bruised from the knife handle, and where his wand snapped from the bloody muggle falling on him, always had to go wrong with him, aye?
They were in the back alley next to some dumpsters, behind some transfigured tarps and a simple muggle repelling ward. Seamus and Harry were currently checking out the binded 'inferi' that was stuck to the wall with a permanent sticking charm, while Ron was periodically checking both entrances to the back alley through holes he cut in the tarp. While it might repel muggles, it probably didn't do anything to a walking corpse.
"I don't think that's inferi. Look at its eyes, it's dull but not cloudy like it should be if it was one." Seamus pointed out, he had spent time around enough tombs on his adventures around the world to know an inferi when he saw one.
"A newly created dark spell, perhaps? Could be ancient magic too." Harry agreed. It was also much weaker compared to when he was almost forcibly drowned by one during his sixth year at Hogwarts. They observed as it snarled and groaned, trying to bite at an imaginary appendage next to its mouth.
Harry closed his eyes and focused his magical senses, hoping to feel dark, or foreign magic on it, but only felt the magic from his ropes.
"I can't sense magic about it, let alone dark magic."
He thought for a moment, then was about to continue before they all flinched from a nearby explosion.
"Fuckin' hell!" Ron cursed.
"It's getting a bit dangerous around here guys." Ron continued after calming his beating heart.
"What do we do about it? It's dead, and was trying to bite me. We let it go, or leave it here, it'll no doubt try to do the same to someone else." Seamus pointed out to both of them.
Harry heard him, but didn't answer for a moment.
"It doesn't respond to pain, but it responds to damage to its head." He pondered out loud.
"Let's just leave it stuck here and be done with it, I need to get back to Hermione, what if this is happening back home?" Ron couldn't help but worry.
It's a valid concern, Harry thought. He looked at the knife embedded in its chest, before pulling it out. Black blood oozed out of the wound, along with a foul smell. But again, it didn't affect him in the slightest, even inferi reacted to some measures of pain, like light, fire or blunt force trauma. He pointed his wand at its chest before lighting his shirt on fire.
All three of them stood slightly horrified at the fact that it didn't act any different from it being on fire, but also at the cold indifference Harry regarded 'it' with.
The image of its head roasting at the top of the flames, snarling and biting like nothing changed would stick in their minds for a while.
Harry, seeing not a single change after watching it for a minute raised his wand to its head and intoned,
"Perforo." as something invisible punched a galleon sized hole through its head, finally stopping it from moving and snarling. Harry extinguished the flames and cleared the smell from the air as he stared at it.
"So that'll stop it."
