Hi friends,

Sorry for the wait, just got caught up in break and the start of school. I hope this chapter is alright and hopefully sets up really well for what I have coming next.

-Enjoy

A true bonding moment for the boys was on a day when Harry had across a group of people who wanted the can that he had picked up.

"Give me the can boy." The man had a thin face. Wispy blonde hair that was thicker in the back then in the front, only due to the side of the man's face being grotesquely burned.

"Finders keepers." Harry shot back. Carl and himself had only been eating animals they had found in the forest, and while Harry was grateful for any sort of food, he was a little desperate for something other than squirrel.

The man then began to get visibly angry. "I'll count you down kid."

Sirius came forward in front of Harry and started to growl. The man only seemed a little unphased, he didn't seem to care all that much about the dog.

"Dwight." Another man came by, he glanced at the dog and laughed. "Found some new friends?"

"I wanted that can, the boy has it." Dwight replied. "I'm going to show him who to listen to."

Sirius growled louder as the man approached, Harry took a step back. "Don't touch us."

The man who came only just joined laughed. "We do what we want kiddo." With that he threw a large rock at Sirius.

Sirius gave a grunt as the rock hit him just under his ear, by his eye. Harry was outraged and pulled out the gun Carl gave him from his belt. He aimed it at the man who seemed shocked by the move. Harry's hands were shaking a little as he aimed. Dwight slowly pulled out his own gun, aiming it at Harry.

"I said don't touch us." Harry's voice was only a shaking breath at this point. Carl was off looking in another house, Harry was only going to be waiting outside. He was a little unwearing of what could be in the houses. He should be back any minute.

"You think you have balls kid?" The unnamed man asked tilting his head to the side with a smirk. "Because I don't see any kind of bulge there.

Dwight took another step forward, but Harry knew that he had no quarrel with this man. He had just aggressively asked for his can. The other man on the other hand, threw a rock at Sirius. This was something that could not be tolerated. Harry held up the gun a little more assertively, pointing it at the man. Dwight could see what was happening and when to shoot, just as a very familiar voice called out for Harry. It was Carl.

At this point Harry had no time to think and did what he had to survive. With a burst of magic, he flug Dwight back into the air, and took a rugged shot at the man who hit Sirius.

Carl looked at what happened in amazement. There was no explanation as to how Dwight was thrown into the air, but he had a quick second to get everything out of control. The shot that Harry fired only skimmed the man's side causing him to fall to the ground in pain. Another shot quickly followed lodging straight in his chest.

Harry looked over in a crazed frenzy at Dwight, but the man had already disappeared.

"Harry!" Carl yelled running over to his friend. He stopped a few steps in front of him, weary about what just happened.

Sirius stationed himself in front of Harry, he wasn't sure if Carl was going to hurt his pup.

"What was that?" Carl asked, a little out of breath.

Harry hung his head, he wasn't ready for Carl's rejection. His first friend in the apocalypse and he already fucked it up. He looked at the gun in his still shaking hands, holding it out for Carl to take back. But he didn't.

"Take it back Carl." Harry pleaded. "Take it back and go!"

Carl's brow creased, his hat was shadowing his eyes.

"Take it Carl!" Harry yelled.

"Why?" Carl asked. "So I can ditch you and be alone again? You told me that we'd find my father together Harry."

Harry was confused. "But, you saw..."

"Whatever it was you did, voodoo-"

Carl was interrupted by a loud bark from Sirius, almost like it was a laugh.

"Shut up dog." Carl muttered, feeling almost embarrassed.

"Sirius didn't mean anything by it. He's always had the worst timing with his bad jokes." Harry choked out.

"You talk about him like he's a person. I guess you have a strong bond huh." Carl gave a breathless laugh.

Harry looked over at the black dog and shugged. "I mean, what else do we have to lose."

"What do you mean?"

Harry scuffed his shoe on the ground. "Well, uh, it's not voodoo Carl. It's just plain old magic."

"Magic?"

"Yeah, that's how I flung that man into the air." Harry explained.

Carl looked over at the man Harry had shot. "But you were using it to protect yourself. Like how I use my gun... and you also I guess."

Harry then fell to his knees. "Holy shit is he dead?"

Carl carefully took the gun from Harry and walked over to the man. He was ruggedly breathing, blood pooling in his mouth. Although, he still had the strength for a few words.

"Negan will get you for this." He choked.

"Doubt it." Carl replied shooting the man in the head. The teen then ran over to his friend who was a little shaken. "Harry we should leave, I think that man was working for someone. I personally don't want to stick around."

Harry nodded and let Carl help him up. He would explain the whole story to Carl when they got a safe distance away from the danger zone. He deserved that much.

"Harry." Carl called out. He was a large distance away from the dark haired boy, who seems to have drifted off into a land of his own. He walked back over to him and gently took his and into his own. His friend still seemed like he was in shock, so carefully he led him into the forest where they would have cover from whatever may be coming after them.

-Fizzydrink101