AN: Omg I'm sorry this took so long, I got really busy in the last couple of days. I feel like the ending of this chapter is kinda meh, but I'll make it up to you next chapter!

This world is a nightmare.

Forget the zombies, or walkers, or whatever they call them! The real monsters are the living.

Alexandria was a complete mess. And the people...just looked so lost. So..hopeless. And it was all because of that man.

Negan.

The thought that he could kill one of us really scared me. How would feel if we went back and one of her sons was dead?

What if we don't make it back at all?

I was startled out of my thoughts by Elle's hand on my shoulder. "You okay? You've been staring at the same mailbox for the last five minutes." I turned to her and saw that everyone had left probably to go back to the house and fight over the living arrangements once more.

"Yeah, sorry. Just thinking of the future...what's going to happen to us and all."

"Listen, try not to dwell on the future. The present is what matters right now, right?" I nodded. "Now, why don't you come back to my place and hang out for a bit. There aren't many girls my age around here, and the only one who is around my age is at the Hilltop right now." I nodded enthusiastically. This was my chance to find out more information!

We walked through Alexandria until we came upon one of the smaller houses. Inside, there were a few people lounging in the living area, but we made our way past them and upstairs to Elle's room. It was small, bare and dull. If Elle didn't tell me that this was her room I would've thought it was vacant. There were no personal belongings anywhere.

Elle plopped down onto the bed and patted next to her, signaling that I should sit.

"So, Hermione, who are your companions. Never got their names during all the chaos."

"Well, the twins are Fred and George. Don't ask me which one is which, because I don't even know sometimes. The other red-head is Ron. The Irish brown-haired kid is Seamus, while his dark-skinned friend is Dean. The black-haired boy with glasses is Harry, and lastly there's Professor Snape." Elle nodded her head. "Elle..what are these walkers? Did people just get sick one day and turn into these...monsters?"

"More or less, although it was more of a gradual change. People began getting sick one day; raging fevers, you name it. Some people never really changed, though. I thought people like us were immune for so long. That we could get bitten and still be fine. That we would die and would stay dead. I was wrong. It cost me the life of one of my friends...When she got bit, my first thought was 'It's no big deal. We're immune. Nothing will happen.' A couple days later and she died. She came back, tried to eat me." A couple of tears slid down Elle's cheeks. "I promised myself I would never, never, make that mistake again. When I met Rick, he told me about how everyone, probably even you now, is infected. You die, you turn. You get bit, you turn." I could only sit there in shocked silence. We're already...infected?! What if we manage to get back home and infect everyone else and start this epidemic there! I could never live with myself knowing I doomed an entire world to the fate that this one has. "Anyway...tell me a little bit about your world. It's still hard to believe that you guys are from a different one, but honestly, you couldn't be from this one if you've never even seen a walker."

"Well, where I come from, magical people and non-magical people, called muggles, live together. Muggles have no clue that we exist though. I attend Hogwarts, which is a school for the magically gifted. All of us go there, except Professor Snape, who teaches Potions. And while you guys have Negan, we have Voldemort. To me, they're both one and the same now. Voldemort wants to take over the magical world and do what he wishes, which includes getting rid of muggles."

"So magic is real...I'll be damned. Can you show me some?" She looked at me with expectant eyes. I reluctantly shook my head no.

"I've tried, but it seems as if magic doesn't exist in this realm. If it did, we would try and get out of here. Although, after what you just told me I'm not sure if we even should…"

"Um..why? Get the fuck out of here, I say. Maybe you could take me with you. I honestly can't stand it here anymore." Elle looked really excited at the prospect of being able to leave that it hurt to tell her no.

"I can't go back. None of us are going back. You said we're probably infected, right? Well, if we went back, wouldn't we just infect everyone there, start the epidemic there?"

"Never thought of it like that, but I guess you're right. Well, if it means anything to ya, I'm sorry you have to live in this world now. But since you're here, might as well make the most of it? C'mon," she said as she stood up, "You should learn how to handle basic weapons if you even want a chance of surviving out there."

I raised my eyebrows in surprise. Never in my life had I thought that I would need to learn weapon training. A wand always did the job back home. This was just...surreal. "What do you mean by..basic weapons?" I asked her.

"Knives, blunt objects, stuff like that. It's unlikely that you'll be learning how to handle a gun anytime soon, seeing as we're short on ammo and guns. Why don't you grab a few of your friends and I'll start training you guys?"

I nodded my head. "Sounds like a plan. Where do you want to do this?"

Elle thought about it for a moment before answering. "How about just outside the walls? That way if any walkers show up, you'll get a little practice."

I nodded my head and we parted ways, with me going to gather up a couple people and Elle going off to get the necessary weapons.

I walked into the house and saw that Harry, Ron, and Neville were sitting in the living area, while Draco and Professor Snape were in the kitchen. Dean and Seamus were probably in their rooms upstairs.

"Hey, you guys wanna come out for training? Elle says that it's imperative that we learn to protect ourselves, and since our wands don't work here.."

"Oh, um, yeah sure. We'll come." Ron responded, looking very reluctant. Neville looked petrified at the prospect, and Harry looked slightly excited.

"C'mon, let's go then."