Savior's Saviors

by misteeirene

Left alone in Georgia during the zombie apocalypse, Harry falls into the vicious clutches of the Claimers. Can anyone save him? Is there still a home for him in the wizarding world? Rape, abuse, language, violence

2. Chapter 2

I do not own Harry Potter or The Walking Dead

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***HP

Carl was still feeling extremely shook up over the night before. He had come close to being raped and it was going to take him a while to get over that. He could still feel that fat man laying on top of him and smell his horrid stench...which was a lot worse than the walkers. Just thinking about it was enough to cause him to throw up in his mouth.

"You ok?" Michonne asked, noticing how Carl was just staring off into space. She had been keeping a close eye on him since the attack. The kid was tough, but rape could break the strongest of people.

Carl looked over to where the boy was still sleeping, buried under a blanket and close to the fire. It wasn't even cold out and he could see that the boy was still shivering. "We need to find him some new clothes," he said in a dead voice. Last night he couldn't wait to get out of the clothes he had been wearing when that man pawed all over him. He just felt dirty and disgusting. He couldn't imagine how Harry must feel after spending months being raped by those monsters.

"I think we could all use some fresh clothes," Rick said, staring down at his blood stained shirt. "We will hit some houses after Daryl gets back from hunting." He was anxious to get moving, sitting in one spot out in the open wasn't safe, but he didn't have the heart to wake Harry. The boy was dead to the world, he had hardly twitched a muscle since he settled him next to the fire the night before.

"Are we still headed for Terminus?" Michonne asked.

"I think if there are any survivors from our group, that they will be heading there. Daryl and Beth made it out, so hopefully the others did too."

Daryl came walking back into camp with a couple rabbits dangling from his shoulder. Immediately his eyes sought out and landed on Harry, quickly checking over his condition. "I scouted the area, there is a neighborhood about a mile south of here. Hopefully we can find some food and clothes."

Harry didn't want to wake up, but the smell of food was causing his stomach to rumble and cramp painfully. Slowly opening his eyes, he took in his surroundings before quickly sitting up. It all came rushing back to him...they were dead, the Claimers were dead. He was finally free of them.

"Easy, Harry," Rick said gently, handing the boy a plate of food with some rabbit meat and grapes on it.

Harry just stared at the plate for a few minutes before taking it with a trembling hand. "Thank you," he said softly. His head was still feeling fuzzy and he thought for a second that he was dreaming. He had been waiting for the plate to be yanked away from him when he reached out for it by a laughing Len. The bastard loved taunting him like that.

"Harry, are you up to doing some walking?" Rick asked, watching as the boy tore into his food. They had split two rabbits between the three of them, but decided to give Harry his own. The boy was so thin that it was freighting. "There are some homes about a mile from here and we are in need of some clothes and food. Daryl was also telling me that your back was pretty tore up so maybe we can find some stuff to clean it up and treat it."

"I'll be fine, Sir," Harry said shyly. Honestly, the thought of walking made him want to cry, all he wanted to do was sleep for a week. Everything on his body hurt, especially his back.

Rick smiled at the boy. "It's just Rick, nothing formal around here. We'll get moving when you're done eating, just give a yell if you need to rest." He was worried about the boy, with those flushed cheeks he had to have a fever.

Harry was surprised when the group walked at his pace, which wasn't very fast. Not once did they yell at him or push him to go faster. He was doing the best he could, but his head was throbbing so bad that it even had his teeth hurting.

"Harry, I want you to carry this?" Rick said, holding out a pistol.

"What!" Harry gulped, staring fearfully at the gun.

"Haven't you ever shot a gun?" Rick asked, still holding the gun out.

Harry shook his head. "No, never."

With a sigh, Rick put the gun back in his holster. "How did you survive before...?"

"Before them?" Harry asked, shivering at the reminder of the Claimers. "I'm fast. I grew up with a bully for a cousin and an Aunt and Uncle who encouraged him. I learned at a young age how to run, duck, and hide."

"A good skill to have nowadays," Rick chuckled. "Still, I want you to learn. I would feel better if you had a gun on you incase we run into trouble.

Harry couldn't believe that Rick was going to give him a gun and teach him how to use it. "That would be great. Thank you, " he smiled.

Rick's heart skipped a beat at seeing Harry smile. "I don't want you to ever feel helpless again. If something happens to us, I want you to be able to protect yourself. Unfortunately, walkers aren't the only monsters out there."

Harry nodded his head in understanding. He would rather take on a thousand walkers then another Len. "Thank you for helping me and thank you for the food."

"You don't have to thank us," Rick said, wishing that he could reach out and comfort the boy. He didn't know what it was that was drawing him to Harry, but there was something about him that he couldn't resist.

By the time they cleared the first house, Harry was close to passing out. His vision had been getting blurrier with each step and now he could hardly see.

"Dad, I found some iodine, rubbing alcohol, epsom salt, peroxide, triple antibiotic cream, Advil and some penicillin." Carl called, rushing back into the room where his dad had Harry laid out on the couch with his shirt off.

"Son of a bitch!" Carl hissed when he saw Harry's back. "How has he been able to walk all this time?"

Rick took the medical supplies from his son. "Harry may be small, but he's tough. Anyone else would have given up after a night with those monsters. Harry is a fighter."

Michonne came in carrying a pot of hot water that she had heated outside over a fire. "Daryl went to see what he could find next door."

"I wish Hershel was here," Rick said wistfully, eyes watering up at the thought of the old veterinarian who had become a second father to him. He didn't deserve to die by decapitation, he was a good man who went out of his way to help others.

Michonne took a seat on the floor by Harry's head. "Hey you, you still awake?"

Harry's eyes weakly fluttered open but he really wasn't seeing much. He was just so tired. "I'm ok," he mumbled weakly.

"Sure you are," Michonne said sarcastically. "This is your lucky day, I found some powdered juice mix. Nothing like some grape Kool Aid to get you feeling better. I also hit the jackpot on pain meds, Percocet...courtesy of the old grandma that lived in the house next door who had broken her hip."

Harry managed to sit up just enough to drink the juice and pop the pills. The juice tasted amazing, especially after spending close to a year drinking nothing but muddy water. Len had found other beverages during their raids, but he never shared them with him.

Michonne winced as she looked at Harry's back. Most of the lash marks were infected, which was why he was running a fever. "I'm not going to lie to you kid, this is going to hurt like a bitch."

"I know," Harry said tearfully. "I'll be alright."

"Michonne, I'm going to start by placing strips of cloth soaked in Epsom salt over his back to loosen the dried blood and dirt, can you come back here and give me a hand?"

Harry grit his teeth and tried not to cry out loud, but the pain of Rick cleaning his back was as bad as when Joe first whipped him. He was scratching at the couch trying to keep from moving when someone grabbed both his hands in a tight grip.

"Squeeze my hands as hard at you need," Daryl said, kneeling at the front of the couch.

Harry grabbed Daryl's hands and squeezed. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't stop the tears from falling or his pain filled whimpers. The Percocet Michonne had given him wasn't helping a bit.

"I'm sorry," Rick grimaced. "I'm trying to go as fast as I can but this is pretty bad."

"S'alright," Harry sobbed.

"Look at me kid," Daryl ordered. "Where are you originally from?" he asked when Harry turned his head to look at him. "You sure as hell don't have a Georgia accent."

"E-England," Harry said breathlessly. "I lived with my aunt, uncle and cousin, we were here for a business convention."

"Sounds boring," Daryl grumbled. "I ain't never owned me a suit. What happened to them?"

"Left me," Harry said, doing his best to focus on Daryl's warm eyes instead of the searing pain coming from his back. "We were in an abandoned house for the night, and when I woke, they were gone."

"They just left you?" Carl asked in disbelief.

"They never liked me much. I'm actually surprised that they didn't feed me to a walker in the very beginning," Harry chuckled darkly.

Daryl pried one of his hands free and started raking his fingers through the boy's hair trying to relax him. Rick was thankfully almost done, he was just spreading some antibiotic cream over the wounds. "We won't leave you, I can promise you that. You're one of us now."

Harry gave Daryl and sheepish grin. He didn't know if he was just extremely exhausted, or if the pain pills were finally kicking in, but he was starting to feel like he was floating. "You're so nice," he slurred.

"You look stoned," Daryl chuckled, inspecting the boy's eyes. "How the hell much Percocet did you give him?" he asked, looking to Michonne.

"Two, but looks like that was too much?"

"You think?" Daryl snickered. "There ain't nothing to him, a half would have worked for him."

"I likes s'you," Harry said dreamily, voice heavily slurred. "I likes Rick s'too. You're bofths so nice. Can you takes s'me back to Hogwarts please?"

Daryl sat back, shaking his head at the boy. If the boy got this bad just off of two pain pills, he would hate to see him drunk. "What the hell is a Hogwarts?"

Giggling, Harry brought his finger up to cover his mouth. "Shhh, it's a she'cret. I'm not allowed to tells you'z abouts my school...Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Harry started to giggle harder. "Hoooogwarts, that's a funny name. Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Hoggy, Hogwarts," he sang.

"The kid has completely lost touch with reality," Daryl chuckled.

Rick carefully laid a clean sheet over Harry's back. "He's got one hell of an imagination, I'll give him that."

"S'real," Harry pouted, bottom lip hanging out. "Ima wizard. I even have a wand."

"Can you show us magic?" Carl asked curiously. He didn't believe him for a second, but he thought it would be fun to humor him anyway."

"Can't!" Harry cried loudly. "Stupid Dumbleeedore put shiny bracelets on me so I wouldn't acc-acc-accidentally use magic." Still giggling, Harry held his hands up and gave them a shake. "But you cants sees them, he magicked thems so you couldn't sees."

"I can see them," Daryl said, rolling his eyes in exasperation. "Both gold bracelets are easy to see."

"What are you talking about?" Michonne asked, picking up Harry's hand to inspect it. "I don't see a gold bracelet."

"Don't fuck with me," Daryl growled. "The boy is wearing two gaudy golden bracelets with Celtic designs on them."

Michonne could tell that Daryl wasn't trying to play a joke on her. "I don't know what's going on, Daryl, but I don't see any damn bracelets."

"Neither do I," Carl said looking perplexed.

Harry poked Daryl in the chest. "Yours nots shupossed to see thems. Just me."

Rick walked around the couch and knelt down next to Harry. Taking the bony wrist in his hand, he held it up and fingered the golden bracelet. "I see them too."

With the left side of his cheek buried in the couch cushion, Harry grinned goofily at Rick. "There you are, my friend. Why'd you looking all blurry?"

"Cause your high off your ass," Daryl chuckled.

"Oooh," Harry giggled. "I onche flew my broom really high, it was fun."

Rick gently laid his hand on Harry's forehead. "He's burning up. I would say it's the fever, but that doesn't explain why Daryl and I can see the bracelets and the two of you can't."

"You guys honestly see the bracelets?" Carl asked.

"Yeah," Rick answered, "They look old, like something out of the renaissance age."

Harry shook his head. "Nopes, they're froms the wizarding world age. I don't likes thems though, locks my magic and hurts."

"Then take them the hell off." Daryl barked.

Harry looked sadly at Daryl. "I cants, they're shtuck. Stupid Headmaster shpelled thems so I can't takes off." Harry gave a big yawn. "M'tired now and the room won't shtop spinning. I'm going to sleep."

Rick chuckled when the boy started snoring softly. "Well, I don't know what the hell is going on, but hopefully he can clear things up when he wakes. Let's just remember to seriously cut back on the pain meds next time."

***HP

"Do you think we should wake him?" Rick asked Daryl. "It's been over twenty four hours.

Daryl shoved a handful of stale chips into his mouth. "Leave him. His body needs the rest."

"I know, I'm just anxious to get to Terminus. If we made it out then I'm hopeful that Glenn and Maggie did too."

"Did you want to go on ahead with Michonne and Carl? I can stay with the boy wizard." Daryl snickered.

Rick really didn't like that plan. Just the thought of leaving Harry sent a cold chill down his spine. "No, we stick together. We're safer in numbers and we're family, family sticks together. Terminus could also be a trap."

Daryl was distracted from responding to Rick when Harry started moving. "Easy, kid, watch your back." The lacerations were healing surprisingly fast, but they were still nasty. There were no more signs of infections and his fever broke about eight hours ago.

Harry could still feel the burning in his back, but it was so much better now. Feeling well rested for once, he slowly opened his eyes and blinked a few times until his vision cleared. "Hi," he smiled when Rick and Daryl came into focus.

"How are you feeling?" Rick asked.

Harry tried to sit up but his body was very stiff and weak. He blushed when both Daryl and Rick rushed to help him up. "Better, I think. Thanks."

Daryl held out the bag of chips he was munching on. "They're stale and taste like shit, but it's food."

Harry hid his face behind his hair when his stomach rumbled obscenely. "Thanks," he mumbled, taking a handful of chips.

"I'll heat you up some can soup for you," Rick offered. "We also have some delicious stale crackers to go with it and cheese in a can."

"That actually sounds really good." Harry said, eyes sparkling at the thought of something besides rabbit meat. Looking around, he noticed that Michonne and Carl were missing. "Where are the others?"

"Raiding the other houses," Daryl explained. "We managed to find you some clothes to change into, and when you're ready, we'll heat up some water for you to wash up in. There's a farm down the street with a well." Normally they wouldn't indulge in such a luxury, but they figured that Harry would want a good cleaning after everything he had been through.

"That sounds amazing," Harry smiled. He had taken plenty of dips in the streams and ponds, but no real clean water. He was desperate to wash the feel of those men off of him.

"Here you go," Rick called, walking in with a tray full of food.

Harry mouth watered at the smell of hot chicken noodle soup. "Oh Merlin, this is the best I have eaten in...I don't really remember. I guess it would have been the leaving feast at my school."

"What was the name of your school?" Rick asked, fishing for answers. They still hadn't been able to figure how they could see the bracelets and Michonne and Carl couldn't.

Harry chocked on the cheese cracker that he had just popped into his mouth. "Oh...uhm...H-Hopkins Academy," he stuttered weakly.

Daryl and Rick exchanged looks. It was obvious that the boy was lying to them. "Harry," Rick sighed." Michonne accidentally gave you too much pain medication last night and it caused you to act high, or drunk. You said some pretty crazy stuff."

Harry started to nervously fidget. "Right, well I guess the meds made me a little whacky." He didn't remember a damn thing, but by their looks, he must have said something about magic.

"You said that you went to a witchcraft school called Hogwarts," Daryl came right out and said.

"I... Well... It must have been..." Harry didn't know what to say, he was too weak and sick to come up with a quick and believable lie. He was also terrified that they would walk out on him. "Crazy imagination, huh?"

"Please calm down," Rick soothed when he noticed that Harry's eyes were filling with tears. "We're not mad at you, just curious." Rick pointed to Harry's wrists. "How come Daryl and I can see those, but Michonne and my son can't?"

Harry dropped his hands onto his lap in an attempt to hide them. "You can see them too?" he asked softly. He didn't understand why they could see them, no one was supposed to be able to see them.

Rick slowly reached out and picked up the boy's trembling hand and lightly caressed the gold band. "We can see and feel them, but Michonne couldn't. Can you explain that?"

Harry slowly shook his head no. "You're not supposed to see them," he whispered.

"Are you saying that magic is real?" Daryl scoffed.

"Asks the man who swears he saw a real Chupacabra once," Rick chuckled.

Daryl glared at Rick. "Hey, I know what I saw. That was a fucking Chupacabra."

"They're real," Harry shyly admitted, giving Daryl an uncertain smile. "Most creatures that people believe are made up are in fact real. They're just really good at hiding themselves."

"Next you'll say that unicorns and fairies are real too," Daryl said sarcastically.

The smile slipped off of Harry's face. He had hoped that maybe Daryl and Rick would believe and accept him. "M'sorry, I was just teasing."

Rick gave Daryl a dirty look. "Ignore him, he can be a grouch sometimes."

"I just don't need anyone patronizing me. I know what I fucking saw," Daryl snarled.

"I wasn't," Harry defended hotly. "I do believe you...and for your information, unicorns and fairies are real too."

"Harry, are you saying that magic is real?" Rick asked again, trying not to laugh at the boy. He was a little old to still be believing in that kind of stuff.

"Are zombies real?" Harry asked back. "Why is magic and chupacabras so hard to believe in when we have dead bodies walking around eating people?"

"You got me there," Rick chuckled.

"You know what? Screw it, I'll tell you the truth. If you don't want me in your group anymore after learning the truth, then please just put a bullet between my eyes because I no longer want to live in this fucked up world. Yes, I'm a wizard. I went to a magical school in Scotland where we learned how to brew potions, cast spells, fight against dark creatures, transfigure crap, and a load of other magical bullshit. We wore robes, had pointy hats and even carried a wand."

Harry held up his hands. "These are magic dampening cuffs. The headmaster at my school placed them on me when my non magical uncle informed him that we were coming here for a convention. My family despised and feared me because of my magic. They even tried to beat the freakishness out of me. The only person who can remove these fucking cuffs before my eighteenth birthday is the headmaster at my school. He also placed a spell on them so no one could see them except for him and myself. Without my magic, I am helpless."

Daryl opened and closed his mouth a few times trying to form the right words. "Told you I saw a Chupacabra," he said to Rick. "Make fun of me will you?"

Rick wasn't sure what to believe, but the boy was pretty damn convincing. "Can I see your wrist? I want to check the cuff out, there has got to be a clasp."

Harry held his hand out. "Believe me, I tried everything, even a saw. They're not coming off."

Rick ran his fingers over the outside of the cuff and then in the inside. "I don't see or feel a clasp anywhere. How did you even get them on in the first place?"

"Magic," Harry grinned cheekily.

"Give it the fuck here," Daryl grumbled, snatching the boy's hand away from Rick. "Abracadabra, open the fuck up!" He snarled, tugging at the bracelet.

Gasping, Daryl fell back hard on his ass when the bracelet opened and fell into his hand. "What the hell?"

Harry cried out when a rush of power flooded his weak body. "I...I...how did you get it off?" Harry held out his other hand. "Please, please get this one off too," he pleaded, tears falling from his eyes. Just getting half his magic back felt amazing.

Daryl looked at the boy's shaking hand as if it was a poisonous snake ready to strike. "What the hell just happened?"

Harry shook his head. "I don't know, that shouldn't have worked. Please try the other one. I'm begging you."

Daryl awkwardly took the hand, and feeling stupid, he repeated the same words. "Nothing happened," he growled in frustration.

"Nooo," Harry whined. "Try again. It has to work."

Daryl tried again, and when nothing happened, he started pulling and tugging on the bracelet. "Fuck you! Open the fuck up," he roared. He hated seeing that broken look on the boy's face.

"I don't think cursing at it is going to work," Rick said, rolling his eyes.

"Then let's see you get it off?" Daryl snarled.

Rick gently took the boy's hand and inspected the bracelet again. "Alright, uhm, open!" he said with a tug.

Harry lunged to his feet and tackled Rick when the bracelet popped open. "Merlin, you did it," he cried excitedly. He hadn't felt this good, this alive, since Dumbledore placed them on him. He could feel his magic crackling and dancing happily across his skin.

Rick was shocked when the boy lunged at him and wrapped his bony arms around his neck. "Uhm, glad I could help," he said awkwardly.

"I got one off too you know," Daryl sulked.

Giggling, Harry pulled away from Rick and hugged Daryl. "Thank you, thank you, thank you. You don't know how much better I feel without my magic blocked." Red faced, he stepped away from Daryl and sat back on the couch.

Rick turned the bracelet over in his hand inspecting it. "Why did it work for us, but only one each?"

Harry shrugged his shoulders. "I don't really know, it shouldn't have..." Freezing mid sentence, he stared wide eyed at the men in front of him. "Oh no, no, no, no, it can't...it just can't." Harry could feel all the color leave his face.

"Harry, are you all right?" Rick asked when the boy went as white as a sheet.

Harry numbly nodded his head. This couldn't be, it just couldn't. There was only one other way that the bracelets could be seen and removed, and that was by his mate...or mates in this case. That was why Daryl couldn't remove both, Rick was his other mate.

Harry gingerly laid back on the couch. "I think the release of my magic has made me dizzy," he mumbled. He wasn't ready for this, he didn't want mates. He never wanted another male to touch him like that again...ever. Just the thought of being with a man made him want to vomit.

"Can you truly do magic?" Daryl asked in disbelief.

Harry wasn't that good at wandless magic yet, but with his magic bound for so long, he felt like he was going to erupt. With a wave of his hand, he levitated Daryl's bow and had it hover behind him. When the hunter didn't notice it right away, he poked him in the back with it a couple of times.

"D'fuck!" Daryl bellowed...well more like screamed. "How... How, the fuck?" Quickly he reached out and snatched his bow out of the air.

"Told you," Harry said sleepily. Never before had doing something so easy exhausted him like this. It was going to take a while to build his magical strength back up after so long of not using it,

"That was...wow!" Rick said speechlessly. "So you're a wizard"

Harry nodded his head. "There is an entire magical world hidden from nonmagical people, including creatures like the Chupacabra." Harry shyly grinned at Daryl.

"How are they handling all this? Is magic keeping them safer?" Rick asked curiously.

"I haven't heard from anyone," Harry said sadly. "I don't know if my friends are dead or alive. I don't know anything. So, can I stay with you guys, or are you going to shun me too for what I am, for something that I have no control over?" He may not want mates, but he also didn't want to be separated from them.

"Of course we want you to stay with us," Rick reassured. "You being a wizard doesn't change anything."

Daryl agreed with Rick. "Can you protect yourself with your magic?"

"I don't have my wand so I'm limited on what I can do. I can do some wandless magic, but mostly lower level stuff and it exhausts me faster."

"Then you still need to learn how to shoot," Daryl said. "Are you up to moving? After you get cleaned up, we're heading to Terminus."

Harry sat up despite still feeling dizzy. He didn't want to slow them down and give them a reason to abandon him. "Yeah, I'm good."

Rick looked doubtfully at the boy, but led him out the door anyway and towards the farm house. Even though he wasn't showing it on the outside, he was reeling over the fact that witches and wizards were real. He didn't think any different of Harry because of it, but it was still an incredible shock.

Daryl didn't know what to think or feel, today had been a real eye opener for him. He saw his bow floating in the air, what the hell was he supposed to think about that? He liked Harry though, there was just something about him that drew him in. He hoped to learn more about his magic and the different creatures in his world. He also couldn't wait to rub the fact that chupacabras were real in Glenn's face.

***HP

"So, could you like turn me into a frog?" Carl asked, shooting yet another question at Harry. He had been firing questions off left and right since his dad had told him about Harry being a wizard.

Harry was walking besides Carl following the train tracks. Rick was leading with Michonne and Daryl was bringing up the rear. "We haven't learned human transfiguration yet, but if I had my wand I probably could. Though, why would anyone want to be a frog?"

"Yeah," Carl chuckled. "A lion or wolf would be way cooler."

Harry smiled at the younger boy. Carl had been real nice to him since first meeting him, he even offered him one of the candy bars he had found. They had been walking together for five hours, ever since he finished his first bath in what felt like forever. He couldn't believe that Rick and Daryl had went out of their way for him by heating up water and lugging it to a bathtub. He got to scrub himself with not only hot water, but with soap and conditioner too. It had felt amazing washing off the filth and washing off the last remnants of those vile men. He scrubbed himself so hard that his skin had turned red and even bled in some areas. He wished that he could take thirty more baths like that, it was going to take that many just to feel truly clean.

"My godfather could turn into a large dog, and his mate was a werewolf." Harry said, giggling at the look on the young boy's face.

"Werewolves are real?" Carl gasped.

"Yup, and their just like in the movies. They turn into extremely large wolves on the full moon and their bite is infectious. The human has no control over the wolf on the full moon and they are very dangerous."

"Wicked!" Carl grinned. "What's a mate?"

Harry briefly glanced behind him to Daryl. He noticed that the hunter was paying close attention to their conversation. "Mates are your destined significant other." he explained. "All magical creatures such as werewolves, vampires, veelas, and elves have destined mates."

"Wizards too?" Carl asked, grinning cheekily at Harry.

Harry blushed. "Wizards too, though we don't have to be with our mates, unlike most creatures. It's rare for witches and wizards to find their mate, but it's said that there is no greater love than the love between mates."

"Sounds sappy," Daryl grunted.

"Yeah, though it would be nice to be loved and have a family." Harry said wistfully.

Carl looked sadly at Harry. "Your aunt and uncle were that bad?"

"Worse," Harry mumbled. "They never hid the fact that they despised me."

"My mother was a drunk and my dad was an abusive bastard," Daryl muttered. He didn't know why he admitted that, he just didn't want Harry to feel alone when it came to having shit heads for relatives.

Rick held up his hand to get everyone's attention. Without saying anything, he signaled for everyone to get into the woods. Harry fearfully moved closer to Daryl, almost brushing against him.

With a nod, Daryl reached out pulled the boy closer to him. "Stay close to me and stay quiet."

Harry didn't need to be told twice. Unlike the rest of them, he didn't have a weapon. He had his magic, but he didn't feel strong enough to risk using it just yet.

Rick held up four fingers then pointed to Michonne. With a nod to Daryl and Carl, him and Michonne stepped back out on the tracks.

"What's happening?" Harry whispered in Daryl's ear.

Daryl shivered when the boy's breath caressed his ear. "There's four walkers and they are going to take care of them quietly so not to attract anymore."

"Don't worry, Harry, I got your back," Carl reassured.

Harry smiled gratefully at the younger boy. He may be a few years older than Carl, but he could tell that Rick's son was one tough kid. "Maybe you can help teach me how to shoot a gun," he whispered to Carl.

Carl's chest proudly puffed out. "Yeah, I'm a great shot." he bragged.

Daryl shook his head and softly chuckled. If he didn't know any better, he would swear that Carl had a crush on the boy. "It's safe," he said, when he heard Rick's whistle.

Harry tried to hide the fact that he was feeling sick, but the hot Georgia sun beating down on him wasn't helping any. "Hey, Harry, you don't look so good," Carl said, loud enough for the rest to hear.

"I-I'm fine, Carl," Harry panted. "I'm just a little hot."

Rick walked up to Harry, and after holding his hand out for approval, he checked him for a fever. Harry shied away from touch that he didn't instigate so they did everything slow so as not to startle him. "Damn, you're burning up again."

Harry leaned into Rick's cooler hand. "I'm fine, really. It's just so hot here."

"Harry," Rick sighed. "You are not fine, you have a fever." Rick turned to Daryl, surprised to find him hovering close by. "Let's go ahead and find a safe camp for the night. According to the map, we shouldn't be far from Terminus. We'll get Harry settled then two of us can slip out and observe the sanctuary for a few hours to see if it's safe."

"You don't have to stop for me," Harry whimpered. "I'll be fine."

"Nah, we were planning on stopping anyway," Daryl said with a crooked grin. "Don't wanna walk into Terminus blindly."

Harry took a seat leaning against a tree. He felt bad not being able to help, but he was afraid that he was going to pass out. "Don't worry about it kid," Rick reassured. "You have been starved, beat and have an infection, you're not going to get better over night. We have all been in your shoes too where we couldn't move on. Daryl took an arrow to his side and a bullet to his shoulder, Carl and Michonne have both been shot, and I lost my marbles there for a while and passed out for over twenty four hours after getting my ass kicked. Just lay down and rest, we'll look after everything.

"Thanks," Harry smiled gratefully, that really did make him feel better. The last thing he wanted was to become a burden. He still couldn't believe that he was safe and that the Claimers were all dead. He would do whatever he could to prove to Rick and Daryl that he belonged with them.

***HP

Rick kicked dirt, leaves and sticks over the bag full of their weapons. "Just incase we need them. This place feels too good to be true."

"Good plan," Daryl grunted. They hadn't learned much when watching the sanctuary over night.

Rick turned to Harry who was still looking extremely weak and shaky. "Harry, stick close to us. If things go bad, run back to here and we will meet up with you as soon as we can."

Harry paled at the thought of being separated from his mates. It was obvious by looking at them that he was going to be the submissive in the relationship, and that was alright with him. He may have had to fight and kill Voldemort, but he had never had a desire to be in charge or be a fighter. Sadly though he could never see himself in a sexual relationship with his mates, not after what he had suffered at the hands of Len and the Claimers.

"Here," Daryl grunted thrusting a pistol at the boy. "If it gets ugly, just point and pull the trigger."

Harry reluctantly took the gun, he honestly had no clue how to work the damn thing. He was scared and he didn't want to go Terminus. He didn't exactly have a good track record when it came to dealing with people since the apocalypse.

Rick could easily see the fear in the boy's eyes. "It'll be alright, Harry, just stick close."

Harry jerkily nodded his head praying that if something happened he could summon up enough wandless magic to help protect everyone. He just had a very bad feeling about this place and he had learned in the past to trust his feelings.

***HP

Harry stayed slightly behind Daryl as Rick approached the group of people. His magic was crackling under his skin warning him that something wasn't right.

"Usually we do this where the tracks meet," a tall, good looking young man with brown hair said. He looked to be in his mid twenties and the leader. "Welcome to Terminus, I'm Garret."

Rick stared warily at the man before introducing his group, his eyes lingering briefly on Harry. The boy looked absolutely terrified. He listened as Garret explained about Terminus, tensing when he was asked to show their weapons and lay them down in front of them. Looking to his right, he saw that the rest of his group were equally as tense.

Harry didn't like this, he wanted to turn and run. Scooting closer to Daryl, he did as instructed and laid his pistol down next to Daryl's crossbow. This group may look friendly enough, but there was definitely something off.

Daryl slowly thrust his hand in front of Harry and gently nudged him back. He wanted the boy safely behind him incase things got ugly. Garret just seemed way too friendly and welcoming to him.

Rick and the group followed an unnamed man out and into the courtyard only half listening as he explained about how Terminus came to be. He was more concerned with scanning the area looking for signs of danger and escape routes. He was also looking for his people.

"Heard you came in the back...smart."

Rick eyed up the older lady behind the grill. She seemed nice, but everything felt rehearsed and staged. Looking around, he spotted a stranger with the orange backpack that he had picked up off of the side of the road that belonged to a dead hitchhiker. Next, he spotted riot gear that had come from his prison. These were possessions that belonged to his missing group. The final straw was when he spotted the stopwatch that Hershel had given Glenn on the man that was giving them the tour.

Harry whimpered when Rick rapped his arm around the neck of one of the men and put his gun to his temple. He didn't know what was going on, but it had something to do with an old watch. Without hesitating, Daryl pointed his crossbow at the group, Michonne her sword and Carl his gun. Harry held out his own gun, but his hand was shaking horribly.

"Harry," Daryl softly growled. "Remember what we said."

Harry eyes flicked briefly to Daryl's before all hell broke loose. Guns were being fired, bullets were flying everywhere, it was all happening too fast. He did his best to stick close to Daryl and shoot the other people, but they were soon surrounded and outnumbered. He thought for sure that they were going to be killed so he was shocked when they were herded into a train car like a pack of animals.

It was dark in the car, but Daryl grabbed Harry and started checking him over. "Were you hit? Are you hurt?" He didn't understand where this blinding fear for the boy's safety was coming from. He had known Beth a hell of a lot longer and he hadn't cared this much when she got taken. All he could think about during the short battle was Harry's safety.

"M'fine," Harry mumbled, leaning into his mate's hands. He may not like to be touched, but right now he needed his reassurance and comfort.

"Who's there?" Rick growled, staring off into the far end of the dark car. He had heard something shuffling so he knew that they weren't alone.

"Wish I could say that I was happy to see you," Glenn sighed, stepping out from the darkest part of the car.

"Glenn," Rick sighed, pulling his friend into a quick embrace. He was relieved and happy to his friend alive. Glenn had saved his ass on more than one occasion.

"And Maggie, Sasha and Bob," Glenn added.

"What's going on here? What exactly is this place?" Daryl growled, still standing protectively in front of Harry. When he had heard the noise in the back of the car he had automatically assumed that they had been tossed in with a bunch of hungry walkers.

"Well it sure as hell isn't a sanctuary for all." A large, muscular red head growled. "Abraham," he said, holding his hand out for Rick to shake.

"He's safe," Glenn said when Rick just wearily stared at the man. "He saved my ass after I passed out on the road after the attack on the prison." Glenn pulled a flashlight out of his pants pocket and turned it on. "Since we are all stuck in here I guess introductions are in order."

Harry stuck close to Daryl as everyone was introduced. It was obvious that his new group knew some of the others. The ones they didn't know were Abraham, Eugene, Rosita and Tera.

"Who's the kid?" Glenn asked, pointing to the small form hiding behind Daryl.

"He's one of us," Daryl snapped.

Wide eyed, Glenn held his hands up. "Whoa, easy there, Daryl, I wasn't threatening him."

Shaking her head, Michonne snorted. Poor Daryl had it hard for the small boy, and boy what a shocker that was. Never in a million years would she have guessed that Daryl batted for the other team. If she wasn't mistaken, and she knew that she wasn't, Rick also had feelings for the boy. Could things get any crazier?

"That's Harry," Carl spoke up when Daryl refused to answer Glenn's question. "He...he saved me." Carl dropped his eyes to the ground, he was still having a hard time dealing with what that man had tried to do to him.

"Oook," Glenn said awkwardly. Obviously something big had happened while they had been separated.

Daryl ushered Harry away from everyone else. "Do you think you can use your voodoo to get us out of here?" he whispered.

"It's not voodoo," Harry scowled. "It's magic." Looking to the door, he sized it up thoughtfully. "If I had my wand I could have us out of here instantly, but unfortunately I'm not very good at wandless magic. We don't get taught that until seventh year and my magic is also weak because it's trying to heal all my injuries."

"Don't worry about it," Daryl reassured when he saw that Harry was getting upset. "We'll get out of this somehow, we always do. Why don't you sit and rest, you were looking pale and shook up during the fight."

Nodding his head, Harry took a seat and leaned against the side of the car. His back still hurt like a bitch, arm too, but it was bearable. If he survived, his magic should have him healed in a few days.

Rick wanted to go and comfort Harry, to reassure him that everything would be alright, but he didn't want to give him false hope. This was bad and he couldn't see a way out. Seeing that the boy was drifting off to sleep, he took off his brown jacket and gently placed it over him. He was so frail and sick looking that it terrified him. How had he survived this long?

Harry woke in a panic to loud banging and shouting. When he opened his eyes, he lunged to his feet when he saw smoke filling up the train car.

"Everyone back!" A voice shouted.

Someone bumped hard into Harry causing him to whimper in pain. "Harry!" Rick called, grabbing the boy and tucking him behind him. This was it. Whatever was going to happen was going to happen now. They couldn't fight their way out because of the tear gas.

Gareth stepped into the train car, smirking. "Let's see now, who should we take for processing? Normally we go in order of arrival, but you lot have caused a considerable amount of trouble and killed a few good friends of mine." Gareth looked at the group. "Let's see, we'll take the leader, Robin Hood, the Asian, and the black man. What the hell, let's take the sickly one too and put him out of his misery. I don't want to risk him infecting our group with something."

Rick looked at his group then at the ten guns pointing at him. There was nothing he could do except allow himself and his men to be tied and gagged. He wasn't giving up though...never.

Harry cried in pain, falling to his knees when his broken arm was wrenched forcefully behind his back and tied together with his other arm.

"This one ain't got an ounce of meat on him, Gareth," another man complained, pinching at Harry's sides.

"Yeah, a shame," Gareth tsked. "Sadly it's not worth trying to fatten him up. We have plenty of meat for now."

Daryl tried to bully his way to Harry, but he was tied securely and held tightly between two men. He didn't want to believe it, but it sounded like they were going to butcher them for food.

Rick was relieved to see that Carl wasn't chosen to go with them, but he was terrified for Harry. He felt as though this was his fault, the boy hadn't wanted to come to Terminus. He didn't know how he was going to get them out of this mess, but he wasn't going to give up. He had to at least save Harry.

The group was marched across the compound and into a large building that was lined with metal tables with knives, saws and other butchering equipment on them. In the middle of the room was a long, large metal trough. There were also two men in the room waiting for them, one man was wearing a plastic apron, goggles, and holding a metal bat, and the other was dressed similar but was holding a sharp knife.

"Alright, let's make like good little cattle and kneel on the ground in front of the trough," Gareth chuckled.

Alex, Gareth's brother, stepped in front of Harry. "Hey, Gareth, can I keep this one, at least for a while?"

Gareth rolled his eyes. "Honestly, Alex, just look at him."

Alex smiled at the petite boy, licking his lips. "I am looking, Gareth. I want him!"

Sighing, Gareth ran his fingers through his hair in agitation. "Alex, we don't rape. We're not like them." He could still hear the screams of his mother and the other women as they were brutally raped by a group that they had trusted and let in. Back then they were stupid and naïve. Now though, now the knew...you're either the butcher, or the cattle.

Harry dropped his eyes in submission when Alex reached out and cupped his face. He couldn't help it, too many months with the Claimers had taught him that it was easier and less painful to just not fight. A few minutes of being fucked was easier to recover from than a brutal beating.

"I won't rape him, Gareth," Alex purred, caressing the boy's cheek and delicate neck. "You won't fight, will you cutie?" he asked softly.

Harry dropped his chin to his chest, not answering him. He couldn't do this, not again.

"He's sick," Gareth pointed out. "He probably has a disease." He didn't want to deny his brother, especially when they already had so little, but he just couldn't condone rape.

"I don't think so," Alex said, eyes pleading with his brother. "He just needs some food and medical attention. I'll take care him, promise."

"He's not a fucking dog!" someone growled.

Harry's head snapped up, recognizing the voice. Standing in the doorway holding a rifle was his cousin Dudley. If it hadn't been for the voice, he would not have recognized him. Gone were the rolls of fat and spoiled rotten attitude, and in it's place was a tall, lean, muscular young man that looked both confident and weary.

Dudley's eyes widened for a minute before he erased all traces of recognition from his face. He couldn't believe that his little cousin was still alive and in this place of horrors. He hadn't wanted to leave Harry behind, but his father had threatened to kill his cousin if he had tried to wake and warn him. He knew it wasn't just a threat to get him moving, his father would have killed Harry without a second thought. He found it kind of funny that Harry was still alive and his parent had died two days after abandoning him. They had stumbled across a large herd of walkers and his parents couldn't outrun them.

"Hey, Duds," Alex said, never taking his eyes off of the pretty boy. "What brings you here? You normally stay far away from this place."

Dudley's face scrunched up in disgust. He had been here at Terminus since before the men had attacked and taken over...before they had snapped and became cannibals. Not him though, he refused to kill and eat people. He had only stayed because it was safe, and where the hell else was he supposed to go? This place had fencing, guns, and people willing to fight for each other. Safety was in numbers.

Dudley discreetly brought his finger to his lips warning Harry to be quiet. "I was just curious about the group that had caused so much trouble," he said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Enough talking," Gareth snapped. "Let's bleed them out and get them butchered up. Alex, you can keep the boy for now, but if he shows any signs of being diseased, I'll slit his throat myself."

Grinning triumphantly, Alex pulled the boy to his chest letting his hand brush against his small ass. "He'll be fine, promise."

Trembling and feeling nauseous, Harry looked to his mates with tears in his eyes. He would rather be on his knees on the floor awaiting death with them than be in this man's arms.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Gareth snapped.

Harry watched in horror as the man with the bat stepped behind a kneeling blond man and cracked him over the head with it. Immediatly the other man stepped up with his knife and slit his throat, shoving him over the trough where his blood gushed out of him and into it. As if it were nothing, the man with the bat hit the next man in the head then watched as his friend slit his throat.

Harry started struggling in Alex's arms, trying to call his magic forward so he could help his mates. There were only two men before it was Daryl's turn.

Daryl had never been a religious man, but he closed his eyes and tilted his head back and prayed for some kind of miracle. He didn't want to die, but even more, he didn't want Harry to be abused and raped again. It had only been a short time, but he was developing strong feelings for the boy. He had topped other males before, never caring much for gender, but he never actually had feelings for any of his partners. It had always just been about the sex and his pleasure. Harry was different though.

Harry could finally feel his magic responding to his desperation when a loud explosion tore through the air.

"What the hell!" Gareth roared as bullets started ricocheting off the building.

Alex shoved his prize down and under one of the tables. "Don't move. I'll be back for you, baby." Smirking, he kissed him through the gag in his mouth.

Gareth rushed for the door, turning back at the last second. "Finish up here then help us."

Glenn closed his eyes when the man with the bat stepped behind him and raised his weapon. He was just starting to bring it down when a shot rang out, dropping the man. A second shot was fired, killing the man with the knife.

Dudley dropped his rifle and rushed to his cousin. "Damn, Harry, if you aren't a sight for sore eyes." Helping him up, he quickly cut the ties on his hands and removed the gag. "You look like shit!"

Whimpering, Harry stumbled past his cousin and fell to his knees in front of Rick. "Please, Dudley, help me." With his cousin's help, they managed to quickly free the remaining men.

Grabbing Harry, Daryl pulled him into a crushing hug. "Are you alright?"

Burying his face in his mate's neck and inhaling his calming scent, Harry nodded his head. "Are you?" had asked back.

"I almost fucking became dinner," Daryl mumbled into Harry's hair, "it will be a while before I'm fully alright."

"We need to get out of here before Gareth gets back," Dudley warned, his gun pointed at the door. "Grab whatever weapons you can find."

Grimacing, Rick picked up the knife that was used to slit the other mens throats. "We need to get back to the train car and rescue the rest of our group and my son."

Still keeping a firm hand on Harry, Daryl bent down and grabbed the bloodied bat. "Stick to me like glue. Got it?"

Harry had no problems with that. He had seen a lot of horrible things since everything went to hell, but eating other people was a whole other level of horrible. He understood being so hungry that you could eat just about anything, he had even eaten grass when he was younger because his uncle hadn't fed him for days, but eating other people was just fucked up.

The group ran out of the building, sticking close and covering each other's backs. The place was swarming with walkers and members of Terminus. Thankfully the Terminus people where too busy fighting off the walkers to worry about their food running away.

"Harry!" Daryl yelled, thrusting an iron pipe into his hands. "Take their damn heads off."

Gulping, Harry nodded his head. He had yet to kill a walker, the Claimers had always taken care of them before they got too close, and before them he had just ran like hell. He was trying to stick close to Daryl, but there were hundreds of walkers swarming the place and they were literally having to fight for their lives. He didn't have any combat skills, at least not like Daryl and Rick. They were cutting through the walkers as if it was nothing.

Rick was leading his group through dead desperate to get to his son. He was worried about Harry behind him, but he knew that Daryl had him. He didn't understand these feeling he had for the boy, but if they made it out of here alive, he was going to have to do some serious soul searching. The kid was young enough to be his son...and a male. He had never been attracted to someone of the same gender before.

Harry cried out when he was hit hard in the side sending him flying into a car and bashing his head into the side window.

"You're not leaving me, are you love?" Alex purred, advancing on the boy and pulling him up and against him. When he saw him running, he quickly lunged for him, knocking him into the car. "Come on, I have a place where we can hide until my brother gets the dead cleared out." Licking his lips, he started to drag the small boy towards a panic room they had built incase of an emergency.

All Harry could see was red. He was tired of being manhandled and raped and he was no longer going to take it. With a roar, he raised the iron pipe Daryl had given him and brought it down hard on Alex's head. He could feel the man's blood hit him in the face, but he ignored it and continued to hit the creep with the pipe. He didn't stop, even after the man was laying motionless on the ground.

"Easy, Harry," Daryl said gently, coming up behind the boy and wrapping his arm around his waist. He didn't know where Harry was mentally at right now, but he didn't want to spook him and have him turn that damn pipe on him. He had completely caved that fuckers head in with that pipe.

Chest heaving and the fog clearing from his brain, Harry looked down to see Alex's head cracked wide open and blood and brains oozing out from it. Slapping his hand over his mouth, he bent at the waist to gagging.

"No time to throw up," Daryl growled, swinging Harry around and away from the mangled mess. "We have to get the fuck out of here."

Shaking, Harry nodded his head and followed Daryl through the sea of walkers, still clutching the bloodied pipe in his hand. He couldn't believe that he had just killed someone with a pipe.

Rick helped the last of his group safely over the fence then turned to scan the courtyard behind him. Somehow during the mad dash to the train car, he had lost Harry and Daryl. Daryl could handle himself, but Harry was still sick and in a lot of pain. He was so preoccupied with searching for the missing pair that he didn't see the walkers coming up on the side of him.

Harry stopped dead in fear when he saw a walker almost on top of Rick. "Rick!" he screamed as loud as he could. Waving his hand, he sent the walkers flying into the air and across the lot.

Rick just stood there in shock. How he hadn't heard the walkers that were almost on top of him he didn't know, but what he did know, Harry had just saved his life. He had magically picked the walkers up and sent them flying a good thirty feet away.

"That was fucking awesome," Daryl gasped, literally picking the small boy up and tossing him safely over the fence. They had to hurry, the herd of walkers was almost on top of them.

"You can say that again," Rick said, still staring at the walkers who had yet to get back to their feet.

Harry struggled to his feet, violently flinching when Dudley grabbed him by the arm to help him up. He didn't exactly have good memories when it came to his cousin touching him.

"Get your fucking hands off of him!" Daryl snarled, pointing his crossbow at the stranger. Just because he helped them escape didn't mean that he wouldn't put an arrow between his eyes for touching his boy.

Holding his hands up, Dudley backed away from his cousin. "It's alright, I'm Harry's cousin."

Growling, Rick advanced on the young man. "The same cousin that abandoned him while he was sleeping and left him alone with no way to protect himself?"

"The same cousin that bullied him?" Darly hissed, poking him in the chest with his arrow.

"I-I was young and stupid," Dudley stuttered nervously. "It was how I was raised. My parents hated Harry and taught me to beat on him while I was still in diapers. Kids learn by watching their parents and mine were always hitting Harry."

Daryl clenched his teeth painfully in anger. He wanted to kill every fucker that had ever dared to put his hands on his boy. "I should kill you."

"Daryl," Harry called softly, lightly placing his hand on his savior's arm. "Please don't kill my cousin. Yes he made my life absolutely miserable, but he's the only family I have left. The world has changed, maybe him and I can become a real family now."

"You don't need him," Daryl growled, his finger itching to pull the trigger. "You have us now."

Smiling with tears in his eyes, Harry gave Daryl a sideways hug. "You have no idea how much hearing that makes me happy."

Daryl reluctantly lowered his bow and turned towards Harry. "You're hurt," he whispered, fingering the large cut on his forehead.

Harry winced when Daryl prodded where his head had connected with the car. "It happened when that guy tackled me."

"You're very accident prone," Daryl grumbled. "Come on, let's go dig up our shit so I can clean that up."

Rick reached out and grabbed Harry's cousin when he went to follow Harry and Daryl. "You can stay in my group, but if you hurt that boy or even look at him wrong, Daryl will be the least of your worries. So help me, I will break both your legs and stand by laughing as the dead feast on your pathetic body. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Sir," Dudley gulped. "I really want to get to know my cousin and make up for the past."

"One wrong move and I ring the dinner bell. Don't test me."

Dudley jerkily nodded his head. He was being sincere in what he said, he honestly wanted to make it up to Harry. He also had to tell him about the rope that came for him.