Hello! Me again, hope you enjoy this next chapter - A quick thank you to my reviewers and to answer one question, this story will not have any slash in it. Don't get me wrong I love reading it but its not where I want to take this story:)

Also, I am not a doctor, I have no idea how long surgery takes or what the tools used are, so I improvised, hope I didn't fail too badly though!

Thanks! Crossfire.

Harry was on the ground almost immediately after Teddy, there was an alarming amount of blood already pooling underneath his head, and Harry was terrified he had already lost his son. Slipping into Healer mode he quickly cast a diagnostic spell, almost weeping with relief when the spell showed the steady heartbeat of his son. The bullet had fractured, and most had missed Teddy, an inexperienced shooter obviously, but there was something stuck somewhere he just couldn't look right now, thinking quickly he muttered "Ferula" Under his breath and pristine bandages were now wrapped tightly against his sons head. All he now felt was a burning rage, how dare someone shoot at them?! It wasn't like they were walkers, and the speed they were walking at there was no way they could have been mistaken as anything but Human.

"STOP" Harry faintly heard Sophia screaming, he was too busy focusing on the blood that was rapidly dying the white bandages red "STOP THEY'RE SAFE. THEY ARE NOT WALKERS"

Harry knew he wouldn't be able to do anything quicker than another 'Ferula' before the Muggles came investigating, so that was what he did, he'd rather have to explain clean bandages than there being a lot of blood but no wounds, he knew head wounds bled a lot, but Harry had a bad feeling.

He picked his son up intent on getting him to a flat surface so he could find out what was wrong when he turned around to no less than 4 guns and a crossbow in his face, questions being screamed at him by all parties, he barely had time to answer any of them before a blonde and an older gentleman came running up, the blonde completely ecstatic.

"I told you all I could get it from the RV" she crowed laughing "I hope I killed the son of a bi…" but the sentence died out when she saw just who she had actually hit. The Blonde stood in horror, staring at the little boy, no older than Sophia and Carl, that she had gunned down, whilst a guy in a sheriff's uniform began shouting at her

"We told you we had it handled! Noise draws them in, who knows how many heard that shot and will come out of the forest after us!"

"I just, I thought, I thought it was a walker" she whispered before falling down in a dead faint.

Then another shout was heard; "SOPHIA"

Everyone snapped to attention at the name, the sudden screaming of a woman, and then were more shocked that Sophia stepped out from behind the man carrying the boy, unbitten and unharmed, and taking off in a dead sprint for the woman who had screamed.

"MOM" she called sobbing, before finally colliding with the older woman and sending them both flying to the floor. The group around Harry smiled at the scene, before his cough reminded them that he was there, and the weapons were straight back up in his face.

"Please, I really really need to treat my son!" Harry begged, "Look at the blood, somethings wrong with him, I need a flat surface, preferably cleaner than a field"

"Now hold on just a minute" Someone snarled, "How did you find us? And why do you have Sophia? Also, this boy looks nothing like you, so how do we know you're really his father?" Harrys head snapped up to stare into the eyes of a tall, broad shouldered man, with a shaved head looking at him like he was the devil.

"One of your people just SHOT MY SON! And you expect me to answer any of your questions right now? Fuck. Off" Harry spat

"Why you son of a…" The man started to say but whatever he was about to say was cut off by Sophia running up to them

"Mr Harry, the man said you could use the house to see to Teddy! Hurry he looks like he's losing a lot of blood!"

"He is not going anywhere near that…" But he was yet again cut off

"Shut up Shane! They saved my life when I was nearly Walker food and then you shot them! He is a doctor! Now let him save his son!"

The man was looking at Sophia in shock, as were most of the adults around her, they had never heard Sophia speak like that to anyone. Harry took advantage of the distraction and ran like hell towards the big white house on the other side of the field.

"In here" A man yelled when he saw Harry coming closer "Straight into the room, he'll have to be laid on the table. Patricia! I need my kit"

Harry went through into a clean dining room, with a large oak table in the middle, laying Teddy down.

"Names Hershel, I'm not a doctor but I am a pretty damn good Veterinarian, I can take it from here"

"No, sir please, you've done enough letting us into your home, I'm a Doctor I can take it from here, you don't have to stay" Harry protested.

"Well I can at least help" Hershel replied "Those people out there, I never wanted them all here in the first place, I was only helping the sheriffs boy, it was partly our fault he was injured, then they dragged the whole group down despite it not being what I agreed too, got one member of my family killed, and are clearly using guns on my property again despite me asking not too"

Whilst Hershel was explaining this Harry had scrubbed his hands the best way he could without an overly obvious display of magic and was sorting through the medical supplies that Patricia had brought through.

"Do you have a hair shaver I could use? I'm sure there's something wrong with his head"

"Yeah its upstairs, I'll go and get it" A young blonde girl offered before darting out of the room.

"Beth, my youngest" Hershel offered

Harry just nodded as he pulled on some surgical gloves and began methodically removing the bandages around his son's head, grimacing at the blood dripping off of them. Gently Harry felt around the wound, or what was visible of it anyway. He frowned as he found something sharp about an inch above the bullet wound.

"I really need those shavers" Harry whispered looking at Hershel

Just then, Beth (If Harry remembered correctly) came running in with a charged shaver which Hershel grabbed and immediately started to shave around Teddy's hairline under Harrys direction. Then they saw it, a huge lump of shrapnel was poking through the skin of Teddy's head, and Harry cursed himself for just muttering the 'ferula' spell without appropriately examining the wound, he had probably caused it to get worse than it could have been. He needed to get it out now, if the shrapnel had pierced his skull, it would be dangerously close to his brain!

"Do you have an IV line?" Harry asked urgently, Teddy was still losing blood at an alarming rate and if the shrapnel ended up moving it would be more complicated than he could deal with without magic

Without responding Hershel just held up the line and began to place an empty bag on the metal stand ready to fill it with an anaesthetic but Harry stopped him.

"Teddy is allergic to most ingredients; he needs these special medications" Harry gasped rummaging around in his bag as best he could without digging his arm entirely into it. "AHA!" he yelped as he found the sleeping potion and blood replenisher "They can be mixed don't worry just get them into his arm"

Waiting as long as he dared, which hopefully was just enough time for the potions to have a good effect on his son, he began cutting the skin around the shrapnel with Hershel's scalpel.

For an hour Harry carefully and methodically worked on getting, what he found out was, a bullet out. The bullet must have hit something on the way to Teddy that caused it to break, the fragments in his head were all small and could easily break again if he was any faster in his movements. One piece had managed to perforate his skull and Harry was positive that was his fault, nevertheless, he had to push that blame for himself aside and focus on Teddy. By the time Harry had all the pieces, Teddy was alive, sleeping, and freshly stitched up since they were in the presence of muggles.

Sighing, Harry thanked Hershel profusely for all his help and asked if he wouldn't mind watching Teddy whilst he went outside to let Sophia know he was okay. The kind old man agreed and Harry slowly walked away from the table, casting one last glance at his son before leaving the house.

Harry was immensely grateful for having had Hershel's help, he didn't know if he would have been able to remain calm enough on his own, he had operated on plenty of kids, but never his son, and if he had been at home, he never would have had the chance. And Hershel's stream of chatter, telling him about his family and the group that was on his farm, provided Harry a sense of stability he hadn't realised he needed at the time.

Blinking at the sunlight, Harry admired the beauty and simplicity of the farm, he had hoped as a child to one day have this, this type of home, to be free. The thoughts continued for a minute before a sudden shout interrupted him.

"Mr Harry!" was all the warning he got before a small body flew into his side chattering at high speed.

"Mr Harry! Is Teddy alright? I can't believe what happened! There was so much blood and I yelled at Andrea for shooting at us but you need to do it as well because it was all such stupid decision making and…"

"Woah woah Sophia, calm down" Harry chuckled "Teddy is fine for now just resting and I'll talk to Andrea was it? Later. But I thought for now I could meet your Mum"

Sophia's eyes lit up and she grabbed Harry's hand before dragging him over to a few big logs surrounding a small campfire.

"Mom!" Sophia yelled "Mom!"

A grey-haired lady span around, clearly panicking at the shouts she could hear coming from her daughter, before relaxing when she saw Sophia giggling and dragging someone behind her.

"You don't need to shout so much Sophia" The woman gently chided "I'm right here" she laughed as she took in the fake pout her daughter was suddenly sporting

"But Moooom" Sophia whined, "I wanted you to meet Mr Harry"

The woman finally seemed to look at the person her daughter had a death drip on, and her eyes welled with tears as she jumped off the log to embrace Harry.

"Thank you so much Mr. Potter! It means so much to me that you saved my daughter, never mind managed to find us with her as well" She said sobbing into his chest

Harry was immensely surprised at the amount of gratitude he could feel pouring off the woman in waves, no one had ever thanked him this earnestly before.

"Really, it was no trouble at all, and I can't take all the credit, after all, Sophia kept herself alive long enough for me to find her, and its Harry Ms, just Harry" Harry replied warmly, loosely wrapping an arm around her and guiding her back to the log.

"Let me formally introduce myself, my name is Harry Potter, saviour of kickass little witches cornered by Walkers" Harry winked at Carol but frowned when her admiration was replaced with fear and anger.

"Now wait just a minute! First, how dare you make light of the situation you found my daughter in! She could have died! And second, if you harm one hair on her head for who she is, I will kill you" Carol whispered in a deadly tone

"Mom no! You misunderstood! Harry is a wizard, like me" Sophia said frantically, she didn't want Harry to think she had lied or been wrong about her mother.

"He's what?" Carol asked

"He's like me Mom" Sophia confirmed

"OH, shit, sorry! I just, she's my baby and I wasn't sure what you meant and, I'm sorry Harry"

"No worries Ms, I completely understand" Harry shrugged it off

"Carol please, just Carol, now that I'm free of my husband I'd like to think of a new last name for me and Sophia, she doesn't deserve to be burdened with it anymore" Carol said in a soft voice smiling gently at Harry before standing "Come on, I'll introduce you to the rest of the group"

Harry offered his arm to Carol and headed in the direction she pointed, laughing as Sophia skipped on in front of them both. Walking towards the RV that was parked near the fences to the fields, Carol was telling Harry about Andrea and how she was trying to prove herself a valuable member of the group after losing her sister, that's why she was on guard and shot even after being told not to. Harry understood her emotions, granted it would be a long time before he would forgive her for shooting his son, but he understood.

Rounding the side of the RV, Harry saw another car parked behind it, with what looked like the rest of the group around it. Carol called out to someone named Rick, and then for the second time that day, Harry was staring down the barrel of a gun.

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