Sorry for the wait. Tbh, I'm not sure if I can keep watching the walking dead anymore after whats happened. ;-; But I think I can keep this fanfic going. I got a plan don't worry. It's probably going to be 14 ish chapters.

Do you want this to be a yaoi, slash, bxb story? Just wondering because idk.

-Enjoy

Carl sat hunched over by the fire, a fire that he didn't have to make. A fire that magically came from Harry. They didn't need wood or anything to keep it going, Carl was fascinated but it all. It was the new hours of the morning when the teen woke up. There was a light dew on the leaves and the sun was casting low shadows from the trees on the forest floor. A warm breeze flew past him, it had been a hard few weeks from the separation of his father, but he was determined to find him.

A small sigh that came from his left caused Carl to look over to his companion. Harry rolled slightly in his sleep, but stayed on his blanket where he would stay warm. Carl had taken the feelings of protectiveness over Harry and Sirius. Carl looked for the black mop of a dog, but didn't see him.

A sinking feeling sank into the pit of his stomach. Where was he?

Carl got up quietly, he didn't want to leave Harry vulnerable, but he hadn't seen any walkers around at all. Thinking harder he hadn't seen any walkers for days. Shaking the thought from his head he walked a little out from their camp to look for Sirius.

"Sirius." Carl whistled for the dog. "Sirius where are you?"

He called about for him a little longer before stumbling apong a small lake where there lay a pile of clothing. Squinting his eyes he saw a man in the lake with shoulder length black hair. He was facing the other way, but he was too close to where they had been sleeping. He could have hurt them both while they slept. He might be the reason why Sirius was missing.

"Who are you?" Carl called out raising his gun to aim at the stranger.

The man whipped around and yelled out in distress. "Oh god Carl!"

"How do you know my name?" Carl asked trying to keep his attention on the man, but his mustache kept grabbing his attention.

"Uh." The man stumbled for an answer. "I'm. Uh. I'm Sirius."

Carl looked at the man dumbfounded. Could magic turn a man like this into a dog? He didn't know, and he didn't want to take chances, but there was no way that this man could have known his name or the name of Sirius.

"How do I know it's you?" Carl asked.

"I'm Harry's godfather, I stay in my dog animagus because it's a grim, a black dog. The walkers stay away from aura I put off." Sirius tried to explain. He really felt awkward being naked in the lake while Carl stood there pointing his gun at him. "Can I please come out and put my clothes on? Harry can help explain it more when we get back to him alright."

Carl swayed awkwardly from foot to foot slowly lowering his gun. "This is so weird." He muttered to himself and promptly turned around letting Sirius come out from the lake.

"I do have to say this isn't the way i wanted to introduce myself." Sirius chuckled.

"You can say that again." Carl shook his head. The whole situation was confusing and embarrassing.

It only took a few minutes for Sirius to cast a drying spell on himself and out his clothes back on. Carl was surprised by his attire.

"A striped blazer?"

Sirius shrugged. "It's been awhile since i've had a change of clothes."

"Aren't you worried of smelling?" Carl wrinkled his face up in disgust. Sure he wasn't the cleanest boy out there, but had some sort of hygiene.

Sirius just barked out a laugh and made a sort of jazz hands gesture at him. "Magic."

A scream snapped both of them out of whatever kind of weird conversation they were in.

"Harry!" Sirius yelled out on realization that his godson had been left alone in the woods.

Both Carl and Sirius ran back as quickly as they could, the forrest had seemed to be dense and darker from what it had been only a handful of minutes ago.

"Harry!" Sirius called out.

There was sounds of struggling and when they came to where harry was all they saw was a mess.

"Sirius?" Harry called out.

Both Sirius and Carl looked to where the voice came from, which was high up in the tree. Harry had perched himself up in.

"There was growling. I think that there were some wolves." Harry explained.

Shortly after getting down he looked to both Sirius then Carl, then right back to Sirius.

"What happened?" He asked.

Carl turned a little red in the face and rubbed the back of his neck. "I though Sirius had gotten lost, so I went to look for him and I guess I found him."

Sirius just huffed. "He was going to shoot me dead in the lake all naked and stuff."

"No!" Carl cried out. "I didn't even know who you were then."

Harry laughed silently at his friends distress. "I guess we have some explaining to do."

Carl sat down on the leafy floor. "I would appreciate it."

Sirius just slapped Carl on the back in a friendly manner and sat near the fire, Harry sitting between them so they made a little triangle with their bodies.

"So I started living with Sirius when I was four. He took custody of me from my Aunt and Uncle when he found out they weren't such a great fit for me. I guess I've always been pretty shy, and I love Sirius for helping me out of it. We lived in his old family home in London. That's when I found out about magic Carl, it's amazing." Harry explained. "Portraits of people move, and in the paper. The people who serve the house are elves, like little kid looking people with pointy ears."

Carl listened intently while his friend explained. He was told everything, from the war to how it ended with his parents dying. It struck a chord with Carl, who wasn't done grieving the loss of his mother. His eyes welled with tears.

"You alright Carl?" Harry asked concerned.

Carl just nodded, not trusting his voice at that moment in time.

They decided that it was probably a good idea that they get a move on out of there. While walking out Sirius turned back into his dog form which Carl watched with fascinated eyes.

"Can you do that too?" Carl asked Harry.

Harry wiggled his hand a little side to side in a 'almost' motion. "Kind of. I've done it once, but I haven't had much time to practice."

"What are you?"

"A deer." Harry said with a smile. He loved seeing his friends enthusiasm.

Carl mouthed a wow to himself as they excited the forest.

The three walked down a street together heading in the direction that Carl believed his father would be in. They walked for a bit until coming across a block. It was a few cars blocking the road with a man standing behind them. He was smirking with his arms folded over.

"Need something?" Carl asked.

"I don't, but Negan does."

-Fizzydrink101