What's your opinion

Summary- Ice king, emotionless, heartless, all things Harry had been called over the years. However, Harry had long since learned to careless about the opinion of others. But will this remain true when the Dead start walking? Will there be others, who can get behind the icy walls Harry has around his heart? And if so, will Harry find himself caring again? This is a Walking dead/Harry Potter crossover.

Disclaimer-I do not own Harry Potter or the Walking Dead. Nor do I make any profit off of either one of them.

A.N- This is a story of Letitallburn who had decided to no longer be on Fanfiction or any other site and has given up all her/his stories. I have gotten permission from her/him to take this story up. She/he has told me that if anyone wanted to take up her other stories they could. Also, she/he has given me a basic outline of how she/he wanted this story to go, and when it is. So that in mind this is going to be Slash, it is going to be a Daryl/Harry pairing. And I will be doing my best to stick to how she/he wanted the outline to go.

Chapter one

Icy emerald-green eyes gleamed as they were reflected in the blood-soaked blade that was currently in Harry's hand. Having just been used to cut through the head of Walker that had been trying to attack him. A blade that had just quite literally just been a blur of action against the small herd that had attempted to attack him for that matter; all of which were now laying truly dead at his feet.

Many people snorted or looked down on Harry when they saw just what type of weapon he was using; that or they mocked him. Not that that impression really lasted long, at least not once they saw Harry in action with said weapon that is. After that, no one would mock anyone as deadly as Harry was with his chosen weapon; not matter how odd said weapon may seemed to some.

But Harry found using the weapon he did, to be both ironic, and rather humorous; given both his past and what was currently happening. At the same time, Harry knew he was skilled when it came to using it, so he wasn't going to change it because of what someone else thought of it. Why the hell would he do that?

Especially when the skills he had was the thing that saved his life while those that sneered or mocked him usually ended up with their throat torn out because they never picked up a weapon in their life.

That or followed everyone's opinion and grabbed a weapon they had no skills in. Weapons that either ended up injuring them or if not that ringing a dinner bell to any Walkers that may be in the area. Which usually ended up the death of several others including the one who brought them all there in the first place.

It was things like that and have seen it happen several different times despite the warning he had tried to give out at first, that had made it so that Harry had long since learned to stop caring about, anyone's, opinion on him. Or for that matter letting others get too close enough to either.

In fact, it was something he had started to learn several years ago, before the whole walked dead thing had even started. Or at least he had to, to a degree, if he had wanted to remain sane over the years. And it was something that had only gotten stronger as the world had gone to hell like it had.

Now, after everything he had been put through, after all the utter bullshit that he had to deal with. Why would Harry give a damn about what people thought of him for using a scythe of all weapons to take care of the walking dead that was currently attacking him?

Hell, he was rather confused why random people he met seemed to scoff at his weapon choice then in the same breath be offended when Harry didn't want to stay around them or for that matter didn't jump in front of them to protect them when they were eventually attacked.

Which was one of the main reasons Harry was currently on his own rather than being in a group, not that he had been part of anyone's group for a while, even when just passing through. Especially not after some of the groups he had seen and managed to pass through unnoticed by said groups.

Proving to Harry that the worst of humanity really did seem like cockroaches at times. Though he did have to admit that sometimes when he was all alone in the dead of night, without any sound around him, with nothing to comfort him but the very faint sounds of his own breathing, it was rather lonely being the only person around; at least the only living person around.

A feeling which had Harry going out on more supply runs, so he wouldn't get lost in his own thoughts. Something that often lead to the current situation Harry found him in quite often. Where he had to either fight of smaller herds of the Walking dead to ensure he wasn't attacked by them.

Or if not that, sneak past them if the herd in question was too big or if fighting them would attract too many of them for Harry to fight off by himself. Something that Harry had to be careful of as it could very easily happen due to the face he didn't have anyone to watch his back.

Harry after finishing the last of the walkers he had found in the story he was currently raiding for supplies, and after setting up a couple of wards to make sure that anyone who would mean him harm could get in; including walkers. A ward that on the off chance someone did come in it would also alert him to the fact some else had entered. Not to mention he also threw up more wards that would alert him to the fact if there were anyone else or anything else in this story with him.

Sensing nothing that would set the wards off, meaning that Harry was currently and truly alone in the store in question, he decided used his magic to gather all the items in the store; something he only did if the store in question was a truly empty as this one was. Which happened to happen a lot more now than it had before, more so than ever considering the whole city in question seemed to be utterly abandoned to the walking dead at times.

Harry did this by calling everything that was in the store to him.. However few things there may be in the store in question, considering how many times it had probably be raided before by others. But still there were supplies in there, supplies which Harry knew would all be put to use in one way or another; that they would be needed in some way.

How exactly he wasn't quite sure yet, but he knew they would be needed. Just as he had needed all the supplies in the last six stores he had completely emptied over the last couple of days. Especially since everything he had managed to grab were no longer being produced by any other companies anymore.

All of which Harry had stored in the bottomless, feather light, backpack he had on him at all times. Usually on his back, right above the magical tent he managed to get about a year or two ago before everything had first started going down.

When it came to his storage backpack, it was one that was charmed so only he could open it. Not to mention was spelled with as many spells as Harry could get on it and have it still be safe without any risk of blowing up on him even when he was adding so many different things into it.

Making so in the end, on top of all the normal spells that had been on it in the first place. It also was made so no one wanted to go near it, nor would they find it suspicious about all the things that was able to both fit and come out of it and was as near indestructible as Harry could make the bag be. Which considering the amount of protection spells Harry knew meant it was about as destructible as a diamond could be; a diamond against bare human hands at that.

The same spells had all been applied to the tent as well. Or at least all the ones that Harry could fit over the spells that were already on the tent in question; without interfering with the spells that had been on the tent.

Leaving Harry with a highly protect tent that Harry didn't fear spending the night in if he had to. Though, at the same time, if given the choice Harry would choose his home any day of the week over the tent he had; not matter how nice the tent in question maybe. Seeing as it was even more protected than the tent ever could be. Be it from natural or unnatural forces of attacks not to mention it wasn't nearly as lonely as the tent often ended up being.

Harry, as all the supplies in the store flew off the shelves, shrunk, and went into his bag, couldn't help but think back. Back to the beginning, when Harry had first learned not to care about the opinions of others.

Back to when he had first started Hogwarts, and the hell that had been his life once it had all taken a turn for the worst. Something Harry hadn't thought possible at the time, only to find himself being quickly proven wrong.

Only to be proven unlike what he had originally thought Hogwarts, and in turn the wizarding world as a whole, wasn't a home for him nor was it as welcoming as he had first thought it was going to be.

Thinking back to the times, that had made Harry who he was; that had most people staying away from him because of it all. As it honestly wasn't the dead walking that made Harry as cold as he was. No that had happened a long time before the dead actually started walking and honestly it didn't seem like it was going to get any better anytime soon.

It had started when the eleven-year-old Harry had first found out he was a wizard. No, not really, it honestly started and took a turn for the worst when Harry actually got sorted into the house that was supposed to be his home at Hogwarts.

Yes, that is right everything had gotten worse since he had been sorted into Slytherin instead of Gryffindor like everyone expected him to be. Since that had happened, Harry found his already bad life, what with the Dursley's his supposed so-called family, getting even worse than it had been.

As after this had happened, Harry found himself not only be ostracized by those that were supposed to be his classmates, but out right attacked by some of the students as well. For, of all things, for being a so-called dark wizard.

Which was assumed to be true, because he had been sorted into the house of Snakes, instead of the house of Lions; like had been planned for him. Worst yet, Harry didn't, couldn't really, find help from these attacks with the teachers that were supposed to be there to help him in the first place.

As instead of stopping these attacks, even when they actually saw it happening right in front of them, all the teachers seemed to do was look away when Harry was being attacked. Worst yet they seemed to really only react, as well as dole out any type of punishment for said attacks, when he tried to defend himself; often only to him.

This had the unwanted side effect of making the attacks Harry had been suffering through grow even worse than they had originally been. As the other students found they didn't have to fear being caught by the teachers, seeing as the teachers wouldn't do anything to them for attacking him; then perhaps scolding them if they got too damaging. And too damaging was quite a bit different than what the muggle world considered too damaging considering just how much magic could heal as quickly as it could.

On the other had Harry found if he attempted anything, he got a lot of harsh punishment; for attacking his fellow student. Meaning Harry had to be just that much more careful when it came to defending himself; or getting any retribution.

Something he had learned to do really well over the last couple years, and something he had quickly learned to do without leaving any proof that it was him who had done it. Even if he did still get some type of punished, even without the proof being given as it was his word against another's. But at least he got some satisfaction in defending himself in some way.

The worst two when it came to giving him punishments or even believing someone else's word over his, despite the lack of prove or even the obvious lying and finger pointing, were Professors McGonagall and Snape; neither which were people that Harry could say he respected.

This was despite the fact that they seemed to be either feared or respected so much from the others in the school. Then again Harry always felt that respect was something that was earned from an individual, not gained automatically; and those two certainly had done nothing to gain his respect.

When it came to McGonagall, from what he had heard, she always looked the other direction because she believed him to be a disappointment to both his parents. Who she was apparently rather close to, and because she believed the utter bullshit that Dumbledore sprouting about him having parts of Voldemort in him from when said dark Lord shot the killing curse at him.

And those parts had apparently corrupted Harry to a large degree. Harry honestly loathed her more than he did most of the wizarding world. Almost as much as he did both Dumbledore and Voldemort. Because when it came to her, it looked as if the other teachers followed her example and when she did nothing neither did they.

As for Snape, his hatred for Harry and the fact he looked the other way when Harry was attacked or assigned additional punishment for things he knew Harry hadn't done, was much simpler to understand. He hated Harry's Father, and that hate was transferred to Harry because his father was no longer there.

That and the fact that a good deal of the attackers Harry suffered under, came from his own house. The very ones that before they had even been sorted, they had been told was supposed to be his so-called family, the Slytherin. Though considering his own family perhaps it did have some truth to it; that they really were like his family. Something that had Harry often wondered how the so-called elite that made up a good chunk of the Slytherin house would react to just who they were often mentally compared to.

However, in the end it was a combination of these two things that made it so Snape would never do anything to help Harry. Even when Harry had actually pleaded with him to do something about it all. Something that took longer than most would expect because Harry had long since learned that doing so didn't help in the muggle world.

But at the same time his treatment had gotten bad enough that he had broken both his stubbornness and pride to eventual plead for help. Only for the idea that it wouldn't work, and asking for help wouldn't do him any good reinforced several different times.

In fact, the only one that Harry could remotely trust in the whole school was the school nurse and that was only because she had taken oaths to heal anyone in the school if they came to her for help.

But in the end her bedside manner, and the fact that she only did the bare minimum of what she was tasked to do, when it came to healing Harry at least. As someone had took care to inform her that it was Harry's fault he was in the condition he was in, that he attacked first or if not that antagonize the attacker until they had no choice but to strike out at him, and after so many times of healing him she had gotten tired of having to care for him.

Due to this, and the fact that even if she did heal him it was only just enough so he could hopefully and eventually 'learn' from his mistakes, left Harry to wanting to learn how to heal himself instead of leaving himself in her tender care.

And as it turned out Healing was something that Harry really ended up enjoying learning about. Because it helped not only at school, but out of school as well; as long as he had some premade potions that is. Something that no matter how much Snape or his other 'housemate' tried Harry, like healing, showed a real talent in.

Speaking of out of school Harry remembered how after the end of his first year, his family hadn't come to pick him up. They had left him there all alone in the middle of London to find a way to their house; all by himself.

Which when he finally did find a way to make their house he was left with a huge, unwanted surprise. What with, finding the entire Dursley's house completely and utterly abandoned when he did finally manage to get there. It seemed that they had moved some time while Harry had been at Hogwarts and hadn't told anyone where they were moving; leaving Harry truly one hundred percent on his own.

When this happened, Harry wasn't ashamed to admit, even years later, that he had sat down and cried as he realized that he was truly all alone now. More so than he had ever been before he had set foot into the Wizarding world.

Nor was he ashamed to admit there were times that Harry had wondered why he had continued to keep on fighting; that he had nearly given up at several point in his past. But he hadn't and instead Harry always got back up and continued on, continued fight and continued learning everything he could. Refusing to let anyone break him. Refusing to give up, no matter how much he wished otherwise at times. If only for sheer spite most of the time.

During this time, Harry learned how to best deal with attacks he had to suffer under while in the hell he had to call his school. He learned how to see attacks coming before they ever reached him, and how to not trust anyone else but yourself.

Because everyone was going to stab you in the back at some point or another; even if they acted like your friend to begin with. He learned that you could only depend on yourself as no one else would help you not if it didn't benefit themselves in some way that is.

And these were lessons Harry learned in his first year alone. Each year after his first year, only drilled those lesson into Harry's psyche deeper and deeper; making it so he would never forget them. Even if he wanted to.

Ending up with Harry earning the title the Ice king by the time he was in his third year. Along with the title of being unable to be surprised attacked, as well as the title of the smartest in his year; despite the sabotage his grades was under.

Much too several others displeasure several who made said displeasure know to Harry by attack him in the hallways, only for the attacks to somehow miss and be turned on them by a smirking Harry. And by them Harry was so used to the punishments he had gotten for defended himself or just for living in some cases that he felt it was worth it.

Hell, he had stated to think that perhaps he should have done more as he would have been punished either way no matter what he did. Only the thoughts of not wanting to sink as low as his attackers did stopped him, but it was and still was rather tempting at times.

Though at the same time these titles, honestly didn't bring Harry any pleasure himself. Seeing as the only reason Harry had gotten grades as high as he did was because he was consistently researching and defending himself from attackers. Or worse he had to find a way to reverse what he was under, as when he had gone for help from the teachers to do he was told there was nothing wrong with him, or that it was his own fault and he needed to bare down with it until it was over.

Because of this, and since all of it had been happening pretty much from his first year on, Harry had always planned to leave the wizarding world. Planning to go somewhere far away from said wizarding world where he could make his own life for himself.

One he wouldn't be constantly attacked or judge, one where he could just be himself. While doing what he wanted without the constant pressure of being what everyone else seemed to believe he should be. And often times tried to force him to be though multiple physical or violent means.

Because of this, and because of the sheer determination he had to see this through, the attacks he was constantly under wouldn't stop Harry. Nor would the fact that he had no family or friends. And forget about the fact he lived on the streets for a couple of years being able to stop him either.

No, all of this did was strength him up and give him a backbone of steel that wouldn't break. In fact, all it really did to him was make him just that much more determined to live his life the way he wanted to; not the way anyone else wanted him to.

Something that really showed when at the age of fourteen, after being forced to go through the Triwizard tournament against his will and winning it; Harry got himself fully emancipated. Which meant that he was finally able to get his hands on his family money; something that had been blocked from him until then. Having previously only been allowed to use his trust found and only being able to do that just before the school year started for school supplies; though in the long run he had used it for a lot more than just school supplies. As with a bit of second hand shops and haggling Harry had managed to make the small amount of money he was able to take out last a lot longer than it would have otherwise.

An order that had been handed down by his so-called magical guardian; one Albus Dumbledore. Who had said he hadn't wanted Harry to use his light-sided family fortune on any dark magic or that was the excuse he had used to ban Harry from getting more than what was considered the bare minimum from his family accounts. On that note Harry was sure if he could have Albus Dumbledore would have disowned him and taken all of his money for himself; luckily Harry own family laws made that impossible.

Getting his hands on this money meant a lot of things. For one, and for good Harry had hoped, it meant that Harry was finally able to get off the streets during the summer; which he had been forced to do for the last four summers as he had nowhere else to go.

Though he had managed to spend quite a few of the last days in the leaky cauldron and had managed to find several different places for both shelter and for food during the summer. So, it wasn't too terrible; at the very least during the summer he hadn't needed to be healed from attacks from others.

And had even managed to use the summer to catch up on more mundane studying as well as a little extra magical studying on the side. Though now with the money, and the lordship that came with it, Harry had several different homes he could spend the summer in; and no one could say anything about it.

Not to mention he had even more access to even more magical books, most of which weren't know or could easily be found in the public like all the other books Harry had learned before his then. Plus, his mother seemed to share the same love of books be they magical inclined or not that Harry did as he could see that the family library had very recently been update this quite a few newer books some of which were mundane in nature. Making the studying had been doing all the easier.

So along with have access to his own fortune, the necessary housing, as well as having the bonus of having a rather large library at his disposal Harry was finally able to do what he had been wanting to do since his first year. Back when he had first found out it was possible to do so; if you had enough money that is.

And that was that Harry was finally able to get the hell out of Hogwarts and instead hire others, who if he had his way, and he did, weren't from England or their magical allies, to teach him everything he would need to pass his Newts.

Then even than that, just because he felt like it; plus, he knew it was something that would dive the worst of those that had tried to hold him back insane. Something Harry would always count as a plus. Which considering it was his money that was going to pay for all of this, meant that it was going to happen one way or another.

This mean that Harry was finally free from all the attacks he had suffered though out all his school years. He no longer had to fear and consistently watch his back for an attack that would leave him so badly injured, so badly bleeding, that he was on the verge of completely passing out; with only his own magic to save him from doing so.

Something that had happened to him so many times in the past, before he had learned to better defend himself from attack, to better avoid from attack and to have enough information on people to have them actually fearing to attack you; lest the information get out in the worst ways possible.

Not to mention not until he learned how to heal himself well enough that said injuries weren't nearly as dangerous as they would be otherwise. Something he had learned to do rather quick with a combination of both spells and potions. Even if it did take him until nearly third year to be able to do so well enough he no longer had to literally drag himself to the healing halls.

But even with all of this hard-earned knowledge, or to be more specific how he had earned said knowledge, Harry was eager to get out of the school that had taught him what he now considered the laws of life.

Which were, to not care. To not let anyone in. To not trust, because trusting only left you open to be stabbed in the back. And to always be ready to either attack or defend yourself at any given moment because no one else would do so for you.

Hiring a tutor, and eventually having a house of his own, a heavily warded house at that, one that was far outside the country of England, and there for far away from anyone one in Hogwarts's be it student or professor, would be a wonderful start on starting to distance himself from it all.

The new start he had wanted for a long time coming. The start he had believed he had been getting when he had first entered the wizarding world at the age of eleven. A fresh start that Harry with a lot of careful maneuvering and well as a good chunk of gold had been able to do.

Because of this, Harry had been able to spend the next three years after he had been emancipated doing all sorts of training. Be it physically, mentally, and magically Harry continuously pushed himself to and past his limits. Something that he did because he never wanted to be as vulnerable as he had been in the past, and was doing everything he could think of to try and ensure that.

Though considering just how much magic he had, and just how high his pain tolerance was, he already had really high limits to be pushed passed to begin with. And the fact that Harry's mind always seemed to go to the worst scenario happening this meant that he had lot he wanted to get done.

But due to what he was doing he ended up furthering those limits each time he did this and impressing every single one of his trainers with his sheer will and determination as he did so. However, much to his displeasure, just as he felt he was really getting somewhere, Harry found himself having to temporarily stopping his training. All because of the attacks that England was under; from the constant raids of Voldemort; the so-called dark lord.

This was not because Harry honestly cared about the people or place being attacked by the Dark lord but because some of these attacks were directed at him while he was out; however few times that actually occurred. Or if not that people who seemed to look like him with his name being blamed once these mistaken identities were found dead.

Leading Harry to believe, and know it was true, that this so-called Dark lord wasn't going to actually leave him alone until either he, Harry himself was dead, or better yet in Harry's mind the Dark lord, himself, was dead. And this was despite the fact that Harry had long since declared neutrality in the so-called war; to the disgust of many. Not that Harry honestly cared about their opinions in the least bit.

Seeing how it was the same people who were disgusted with him for his choice in remaining natural, that been the same ones who had turned him away when he was covered in his own blood from being attack; or worst where among those attacking him to begin with. So, it was safe to say that Harry didn't care a lick about what they thought about them besides to say; fuck them and that was about it.

Still, Harry knowing that he wouldn't be left alone by Voldemort, who seemed to have it out for Harry for reasons unknown to him. Decided to do something about that. If only so he could get some peace and quiet for once, before he finished his training and moved away from Wizarding world all together. Something Harry knew he wouldn't be able to do if he still had the dark lord hell bent on chasing him down.

This being said, Harry called on the only allies he had and the only ones he, well not trusted, but knew could get the job done. If only because they were literally magically bounded to him, and because of this, followed the orders he gave them.

His house elves, the closet being that Harry knew he could trust, and the ones Harry honestly found himself caring for; or at least as much as Harry was willing to allow himself to. They were Dobby, Winky and the Potter family elves.

All being houseleves which had previously been kept from him by Dumbledore but, like his money, were available to him once he became Lord Potter-Black. Which happened as soon as he had become emancipated.

Due to these house elves, and all the training Harry had so far; most of which wasn't available in anyway in England as it had been long since outlawed. Either because of how difficult it was for people to do, only a limited amount of people had this skills to do it, or because it had been seen as too dark because it used something like the user's own blood to power it; or something similar to that.

Not to mention the fact that, despite how skilled everyone knew he was or at the very least had an idea of it due to all the national test he had passed, people continued to underestimate both Harry and his house elves.

Because of this, and the fact he really wasn't giving second chances or limited himself to what he did, Harry was able quickly find all the items Voldemort was using to tie himself down to the mortal world. Rather easily, seeing as no one in the wizarding world seemed to ward against house elves, or even have them in mind when it comes to attacking or defending against them.

Which when you consider the sheer power, house elves normally had and how they seemed to be able to go completely unnoticed by others Harry thought of as pretty stupid. A stupidity he was certainly going to use to his advantage; now and any time later that he may have to. That is if the wizarding world as a whole didn't try to do something to fix that glaring problem if they found out what Harry had done.

As Harry, when he had first found out about house elves had, and still does to this day, think they would be perfect assassins. At least the ones that could be proven to be loyal and actual didn't mind doing such things. As unlike the Wizarding world Harry had made sure that any house elf in his care, or under his magic, was first alright with doing what he wanted before ordering them to do so.

Which was one of the reasons Harry had his house elves trained in a good deal of the things he himself was being trained in. With the other reason being the fact that he honestly cared for them and wanted them to be able to protect themselves with and without their magic if they had to. But at the same time would quickly deny it if anyone asked.

After all, caring for house elves was and could be used as a weakness against him and Harry didn't want anyone one to know about that. He had showed too much weakness to others when he was younger, and it had only gotten him hurt even more than before. Which was something he wasn't going to let that happen again. No, never again. Not if he could help it.

Still because no one seemed to think about protecting themselves, or their things, from house elves Harry found himself easily getting into places that no one wanted him in. And because of this Harry was easily able to end the war. Far easier than anyone thought he would be able, not to mention far quicker as well.

Harry wasn't going to lie and say he had a large tiring epic battle where he finally proved is worth and his skills by dueling the Dark lord to the death; winning after he put forth a mammoth effort. That would be a lie, and Harry didn't lie, he hated lies having been lied to most of his life about different things and wasn't one to lie now because of that.

No what Harry did was what most of the so-called light side would have called under handed and cowardly. But again, Harry honestly didn't care about their opinion, and thought a dead dark lord was a dead dark lord. Besides what he did wasn't underhanded, or cowardly it was something called in simple common sense; which wouldn't you know really wasn't all that common

What Harry had done was, with the help of the house elves, slipped a potion into the food Voldemort had eaten. A potion that acted like very powerful sleeping drug, it was a slow acting one, so the dark lord wouldn't notice the effect it had.

But it was a strong one that would keep the dark lord out and keep in knocked out no matter what happened for the next eight hours. In was an older version of the Dreamless sleep potion that had been in one of the Potter family potion books.

Then after making sure that the Dark lord was out, and that the other death eater that were there were quickly taken care of, something he had no problem doing as they really hadn't been expecting an attack in the first place. Harry snuck in and slit the dark lord's throat while he was sleeping; after taking special care to kill his last link to earth the Snake. Ending the life of one of the worst dark lords in history in a rather anticlimactic way.

Honestly, after everything was said and done with, all Harry wanted to do was hit those that though he should have dueled the dark lord, in an open battle to the death like some epic battle out of a fairytale of some sort, on the head as hard as he could. Maybe that would shut them up; if only for a bit.

Yes, Harry was skilled in magic, yes he had trained and there was a good chance that Harry would have been able to take on Voldemort on a one-on-one battle. But what most people didn't seem to get was that Voldemort was a dark lord and he wouldn't have 'played' fair. Hell, it was highly unlikely said dark lord knew what play fair was to begin with.

Harry, if he had tried to battle the dark lord like they had wanted, would have had to go through his death eater first. Leaving him exhausted when he finally reached the Dark lord. Then even if Harry had by some chance managed to beat the Dark lord in that duel, after fighting his way through his followers, Harry wouldn't have put it passed Voldemort to have something like an assassin waiting in the shadows waiting for just the right moment to take him down.

It's what Harry would have done if he had been a dark lord. It's what Harry thought anyone smart would have done. Making it so even in defeat his enemy really wouldn't be able to enjoy the victory they had over him in the first place.

Again, then if by some Miracle Harry had managed to defeat all the death eaters he had to fight against to get to the Dark lord in the first place, managed to get said dark lord at his mercy, which he had none, and then had somehow even managed to avoid, or turn, the assassin against the dark lord. Then Harry was sure that there would be some other twist that he would have to get through, then another and another; each one getting more and more impossible as time went on. Something Harry really didn't want to deal with in the least bit. As really, he wasn't one to want to jump through hoops to please anyone.

Which is why Harry had chosen to do it the sweet and simple way. That and there was a less chance of him having to owe someone something for doing something; like saving his life or something like that.

Harry had seen what life debts could do, and he wanted no part of that in any way. Especially when it would come to owing a life debt to someone from the hell hole that made up most of the British magical world. Not when Harry had finally managed to get his own freedom; he wasn't willing to lose it now that he finally had that.

At the same time, another person Harry really wanted to punch was one Albus Dumbledore. Who hadn't helped him in the least bit during his hellish stay at Hogwarts, in fact he had made things even worse by starting rumors of him possible having parts of the Dark lord in him from said dark lord's killing curse.

Who had tried his best to make it so Harry couldn't leave the Hogwarts and higher tutors instead of going to the school, like Harry had done. And who had constantly hounded Harry about his declaration of Neutrality in the beginning of the war. Declaring that he was Disrespecting his parents, and the sacrifices they had made, by doing so.

And now someone who had decided to start back up on his attack on Harry after Voldemort was dead. Once more going on with the rumors he had started up in Harry's first year; once Harry had been sorted into the house of the snake that is.

Trying to get Harry arrested and killed saying he housed a piece of Voldemort's soul in his scar; and because of this piece Harry was keeping the Dark lord alive. That for the greater good, Harry's life had to be ended before the dark lord could take over him. Something he also repeatedly hinted at would be very easy for said dark lord to do due to Harry's supposed dark inclination as well as an equally supposed weak will.

Harry knowing the publicity that the headmaster had, as well as the power his positions he had. Quickly got to work on counteracting the claim by submitting himself to several different tests; each performed by the highest professions in their fields.

Each one which stated his scar was clear of any soul piece. Each test backed by several different professional which were known to never be able to be bought, making what they said just that much more damaging to what Dumbledore was trying to get out. Making it so the only ones who really believed what the headmaster was saying was the really diehard fans that Dumbledore had.

Harry would love to say after this, the wizarding world finally got the hint and left him the hell alone, but that would be a lie. As after the defeat of Voldemort, and the shaming of Dumbledore, things got worse for him in the wizarding world. In a completely different way than he was ever used to; at least after he had gotten sorted that is.

You see, after Harry had 'defeated' the dark lord, everyone suddenly wanted a part of him. People who had once spat on him in the hallways or had gone out of their way to make sure that Harry was miserable as possible, were suddenly all trying to act as if them and Harry were the best of friends. The majority of the wizarding word went from loathing him to suddenly adoring him; all pretending the hell that they had put him through the years hadn't even happened.

This was something Harry wanted nothing to do with as honestly the totally switch of personality disgusted him to his core. But at the same time, he had long since been prepared for it as Harry knew how fickle the wizarding world could be. He had long since learned that, along with how hypocritical they could be. Something Harry had learned rather quickly and hardly when he had first gotten in the wizarding world.

So, knowing this, and knowing that now he was doing what they wanted when it came to dealing with Voldemort, even if the way he did it wasn't to their liking, Harry could take a pretty good guess to how they would react next. And what they would try to get him to do after all of that was over; siting his duty to the wizarding world of all things.

Harry had guessed right when it came to their reactions, much to his disgust, but fortunately it was this knowledge, that had made it, so Harry had prepared ahead of time for said reaction. As well as the reaction that would be coming after this one, when Harry himself didn't change to fit what they wanted him to be for a second time.

Say what you will, but one thing Harry had really learned was to be prepared, and how you can never be too prepared for anything. That and there was no such thing as over prepared in Harry's mind.

That being said, Harry was ready for the wizarding world reaction to his defeat of Voldemort, and already had a home set up in America to escape to. A place where Harry knew he would be able to it call a home; as it had been having it set up since he first got access to his money.

A home that was heavily warded and blocked off from the rest of the world, both magical and muggle, just like how Harry wanted it. Not to mention a house similar to how he had always imagined his true home would be would and had been imagining it since he had first thought of leaving Wizarding world once and for all. Something that had happened at the young age of twelve years old. When he had finally had more than enough of all of them.

It was a home that was in America, which because of certain people in the Magical ministry of England, Hated most British wizard citizens. But because of his family name, they had been more willing to help him. Something about his ancestor being a big help for them in the past. Not to mention not wanted to lose a chance to screw over the British Ministry, certainly helped as well.

Because of this Harry was able to get his house placed the far countryside of Georgia. Far from any other magical center, as they usually stayed in the north; where oddly enough the magic of the country was more controlled.

Not only that, but Harry had even been able to use several oaths to make sure no one could ever tell anyone where said house was located. And then with the help of his house elves had even managed to completely erase all traces of said home from anyone mind, and all the paperwork that there may be of it. Making it so like it never was actually there in the first place, like Harry was never really there. Making him a ghost of sorts, just like Harry had wanted it.

As for how his house appeared, and how it was protected that was something different. As Harry, after growing up as he had, developed a very strong hatred of enclosed places, not to mention anything similar to the Dursley's home.

At the same time, he didn't have a very large loving for things like Castles as Hogwarts hadn't ended up being any better for him than his so-called family's house had been. In some case it had been worse because of the hope it had offered him in the beginning, only to utterly shatter said hope not even after the very first night he had been there.

Because of this Harry's home was a very comfortable home looking cabin, sort of. As it really wasn't the small grandma's cabin in the woods kind of cabin; like most would picture when they heard Harry lived in a cabin.

Instead, and because it was in Georgia, where majority of the wizarding world wanted nothing to do with, yet still held hidden land in it, Harry's cabin was much more than that. Seeing as he had originally purchased it from an old American pureblood family that didn't want anything to do with the place in question anymore.

Mostly because of the location of the place as well as lack of magicals around. Hell, there didn't seem to be anyone around the place in question, besides woods and animals that is. Something Harry took full advantage of as he preceded to adapt it to how he wanted it to be. Ending it a really wonderful place Harry was incredibly proud to call his own home.

As not only was it on around 2500 acres of land, most of which being forest that Harry took a great deal of joy in either hunting, training or even flying through. But there was also a large lake on the other side of his cabin as well; making it so Harry could both fish and learned to truly swim in it as well. All and all it was a paradise for Harry and his own little slice of heaven with all the freedom he could ask for.

Not only that but, nearly right in front of the cabin he had, Harry had cleared off the lands to make a sort of farm on it; both in terms of animals as well as fruits and vegetables. As if he was going to live all the way out here, and if he wanted to really avoid others like it seemed he wanted to, Harry figured that he would need a way to survive on his own; without out having to worry about going out too many times.

Which with the help of the house elves Harry found taking care of it all a lot easier than he would have been otherwise. Even when you consider all the magic poured into his home both in protection as well as to help keep it in the best condition.

Something that was further helped by the fact that all this land, cabin lake and all, were all of which was surrounded by a magical reinforced stone wall that was ten feet high. And that was only the first level of protection Harry had on his home.

As one Harry knew that there would be others out there looking for him, both to bring him back under their control or make him pay for what he did to either Voldemort or even Dumbledore. And two Harry had long since learn to have multiple layers of protection on him, or on his things; least they be destroyed like they had before he had learned this lesson.

Meaning that all around his home Harry had things such as Wards to make it unplottable, to make in invisible to all but him and those he wanted to know about it. Not to mention wards to keep all types of creatures, and humans out of it; though at the same time would allow certain animals inside. Not to mention he also had wards that would allow him to boot anyone he didn't want in, and had somehow got around the first wards, out.

And then because he knew that others would go through other means to try and smoke him out Harry added wards that would protect his home from fire, from explosions, from natural disasters and even wards to make sure everything could easily be repaired with a boost of magic.

Say what you will, but once Harry learned a lesson it really stuck with him, and those in Britain had certainly taught Harry one hell of a lesson on how to protect himself. Something that was proven by all the protections he had on and around the lands he now owned.

A protection that was included on the cabin he also owned. A cabin that itself was a large three floored cabin. One that was similar to the manors that most magical Lords or Ladies had in Magical England, considering it had come from an old pureblood family to begin with, but at the same time it was also different enough that Harry felt more comfortable using it.

On the first floor it held two kitchens, a storage room that Harry had fully stocked with different types of food; as if he could help it he never wanted to go hungry again. As his entire childhood and even through out parts of Hogwarts had showed him just how painful going hungry was.

A library that Harry had made sure to not only fill with all the books he owned, but many other more mundane books. More often than not how to books of some sort; as Harry found he really loved working with his hands.

A dining room, that was pretty much unused as Harry often ate in either his room, in the kitchen or outside with his house elves. As the dining room in question was just too spacious for Harry to fully feel comfortable eating there alone; as it often ended up reminding him in someway of his time in Hogwarts.

There were also two bathrooms on the first floor; even if they were half bathrooms instead of full bathrooms. Though there were rather luscious half bathroom none the less. And like everything else in this house seemed to run on magic in some way.

Then, in pretty much the center of the entire floor, was a fireplace. Something Harry found ridiculously comfortable to burn in the winter; after he made sure that the Floo system would never work through it.

The second floor actually held twenty-three different bedrooms, even if only a few of those rooms were being used; only three really for bedrooms of any sort. One for him, and the other two for the house elves; who all refused to have a room for themselves but willing to share two rooms between them at Harry's urging.

But this did leave a lot of the other rooms rather empty or at least for the time being as Harry didn't have many plans for them. Still the twenty-three rooms were something that was already in the house when he bought it, and he couldn't really change it that much.

Though the fact it had ten full sized bathrooms, each with a large shower and even large tubs in it was something Harry did like and found himself using all of them at least once. Especially once he realized just how nice everything in the bathrooms were and how several potions he had helped relaxes him further than he had thought was possible.

But because Harry loved the house and the land on it, he found that he really didn't care about the fact it had so many rooms in it. As he figured he'd eventual find something to do with the rooms in question. Find a way to change them into something that would suit his needs later on. Just like he had turned the third floor, which had originally just been one large attic into two rooms of a training room as well as a potion room.

Not to mention it was a home that Harry knew no one but him or those he brought in would ever be able to get in; however unlikely the lateral was to happen. Meaning that Harry had at long last finally had the first place he could truly call safe for him in his life. Something that really only took nearly seventeen years, as well as a lot of blood sweat and even tears, to finally achieve.

Something that had ended up making the cabin a home that he could do a lot in, and something that now that he had it, Harry would do everything in his power, to never loss again. Not to mention now that his home was set up the way that it was, it made it so that he really didn't have to leave his home unless he really wanted to.

At least for the most part he wouldn't have to, as due to his training, as well as the fact he didn't know how to make certain things he wanted, Harry did have to leave his cabin. Even if, it was only to either get necessary supplies, as well as maybe get more information on what was going on. As Harry had long since learned that information, or the lack of information really, could do serious damage to someone.

That in mind Harry had left the wizarding world and got himself into his own home, where he continued his training for another five years. Learning more than anyone ever expected him to; more that he had ever been allowed to in Hogwarts for that matter.

But now that he was finally on his own, and under his own control Harry made sure to learn as much as he could now that he no longer had others stopping him from doing so. Learning more then what he had first even planned to, but what could he say, sheer spite was a hell of a motivator especially when combined with the pure determination Harry had for making himself a new life.

Ignoring the fact that the British wizarding world was now calling him a Dark lord as he did so. Because Harry had long since figured out that they would have done so. Mostly because he had decided to leave and have a life for himself. Instead of doing just what they wanted when they wanted; something Harry would never do. Not then, not now, not ever again.

The only thing he would take from them, was the lesson of how people's opinion really doesn't matter in the end. Not to mention how you shouldn't trust others as they only would hurt you in the end.

Especially not now, when the world has gone to hell and the dead have begun to walk again. Something that had been happening for over several months now, and something Harry had been preparing for the best he could so for, since he had first found out about this.

This was actually his eighth time out during whatever this was, and that was after making sure all his wards and walls where impenetrable enough that there wasn't any way any of these so-called Walkers, or anyone else without Harry's permission could even find his home. Let alone get into it.

After that, Harry had gone out to get as many supplies as he could; apparating all over the country as he did so. Currently now, he was in Atlanta Georgia; emptying out some of the stores he had found nearby.

Having decided that he would leave the stores that could be called the closest to his home for last. Mostly because he knew the stores in question were really out in the country and didn't have many supplies he already didn't have in bulk to begin with.

As Harry finished thinking on all of this, as he finished remembering just how he had gotten into the situation he was, noticed that the last bit the last item in the store was coming his way. This happened to be the last of the stores stock of bottled water, which quickly speed into his bag; emptying the store once and for all.

Seeing this Harry couldn't help but smirk as he shouldered his bag. It was time to leave, and with his six stores worth of items in his bag, it wouldn't be likely that he would have to come out again for a while. Not when you consider all the other supplies he had at his home, not to mention the fact that his home had plenty of its own natural resources that he could use as well.

This in mind, Harry was about to apparated back to his house and hole himself in there for a while. Only for the smirk to drop from his face and for himself to start cursing quietly to himself as the emergence ward he had placed on his house slammed down.

Meaning several things, one his house was now on lock down because someone tried to break into it. And if the feeling he was getting from his wars was getting was correct it was due to the Floo which he had disconnected from his house in the first place.

Meaning someone had purposely tried and failed to reattach his home to the Floo network, and now because of that had most likely crashed said network in their failed attempted. As that was the backlash Harry had set up if that ever did happen.

Two the person, or persons, who tried it was now dead with their magic and life force powering his home. Making the wards he had up even more powerful than they had been before. Then finally, and most important to Harry since he wasn't in his house when it went on lock down and hadn't been in it for the last two hours. He couldn't apparate into his house and now instead had to make his way back home the hard way. On foot before entering in through the now heavily fortified wards.

Meaning it would be a lot longer than Harry had originally planned before he got to his home. Knowing this Harry began cursing again, and then after making sure his scythe was in fighting conditions began to make his way outside. It was time to hoof it, and possible empty any other store he felt like as he came a crossed them; as he might as well try and make the best of the situation he now found himself in.