Summary- Ice king, emotionless, heartless, all things Harry had been called over the year. However, Harry had long since learned to careless about the opinion of other. 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.
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 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 Two
It had been over two weeks since Harry's wards around his home, had shut down, and since then he was moving a lot slower that he would have liked. As if he had his way, he'd already be in the sweet comforts of his own home, and not in the heated Georgia sun hiding from all the dead; as he currently was. Like any relatively sane person would want to be.
Though, at the same time, the length of time it was taking him to get to his home, was something that was mainly happening because he was moving on foot. Instead of using any vehicles or Motorcycles, that were littering the streets around the country; hell they were probably littered all around the world for that matter.
This was because Harry found it easier to avoid being seen by either Walkers, or in some cases the other survivors, that he knew were out there when he was on foot. As unlike being in a car or Motorcycle, being on foot meant that he usually could squeeze into places that were too small for those to get in to.
Or more often than not, be able to go up; like on roofs or into the trees; where Harry did end up spending a lot of time in. As he had long since learned that, even in the magical world, people rarely looked up. And this was true even when you considered the brooms or even the flying magical creatures that the wizarding world had; no one seemed to look up until it was too late.
Making it so that more often than not going higher up, would not only give you a better view of the world around you; but also get you out of your attackers reach. Something that was especially true when it came to walkers as they couldn't climb in the least bit.
So even if he did lose a lot of speed and distance traveled per a day while on foot, he did end up being less noticed as well as safer because of this. Plus by walking instead of riding Harry was able to pay more attention to things around him and because of that find even more supplies that he wouldn't have otherwise.
Not only that but Harry honestly didn't want to become dependent on a car or motorcycle to get somewhere only to have it run out of gas or break down on him at the worst moments. So, he felt, at least for now, it was better to be safer than sorry when it came to how he traveled.
Not to mention, if worse did come to worse, it was often easier to use his magic to do things such as turning into his Animagus form when he was on foot than he would ever be in a car or on a motorcycle. As unlike if he had those things Harry didn't have to worry about leaving them, and his supplies, behind when he did shift into his animal form; as it was on him at all times anyway.
Currently Harry was far outside any city and making his way through the forest looking for a house to get some protection around. So, he could some rest for the night; just as he had ever night for the last two weeks.
Not to mention make one of the rooms he stayed in warded and blocked off for an appeartion spot if he would need it. Something he had taken to doing now as a back up considering just how his wards shutting down had screwed with the previous spots he had. Making it harder for him to have safe spots to appearte in; something he was trying to fix. Even if all the spots he had now were further away from his house that he would have wanted.
Harry would usually first find a house to stay in, set up protections both mundane as well as magic, before setting up the magical tent he had since a little after his third year up in said house. Usually in the upstairs or basement of the house he chose, if only because the house helped offer more protection than his tent would.
Placing it either upstairs or down series of stairs, as a just in case someone managed to get past his defenses. Mainly because if someone did get past his protections, he'd be able to hear them coming on said stairs before they were able to reach him.
Harry knowing that it would take him a while to set up his defenses, at least in the way he wanted them to be it would. Not to mention, he wanted to have some form a shelter ready before he started his meal for the night. Had decided to stop trying to move forward for the night and was now looking for a walker free house the stay in instead.
A house that was preferably both close to the road, yet at the same time far enough away from it; that it wasn't noticeable to anyone who maybe on said road. Just like all the other places he had stayed in.
Though there and been one rather interesting night in a treehouse that Harry had spent night in instead of any house. One that if Harry didn't have a home to get to that he may have repeated and set out to make a more permeant home there; maybe for winter or something. Relying on all the supplies he had to help make it more of a home for him as he did so. But because he did have a home to get to, one he wanted to get to as soon as possible he hadn't and instead had left as soon as the sun had risen the next day. Like he normally did when it came to she shelters he stayed in as he had always been an early riser and didn't want to waste the daylight hours he had to burn.
It was because Harry was so used to looking for certain houses, and because he had very keen eyes. Eyes which had only been boosted by the Animagus form he had gained during his fifth year and had improved his eyes enough that he never needed his glasses ever again. He had been able to find the house he wanted to stay in for the night as quickly as he had been able to.
It was off in the corner hidden from the road by a series of trees. A small brown house that seemed to blend into the area surrounded in and even better it had a tall wooden fence around it. Making it so Harry didn't have to add as many protections as he normally did when it came to his nightly rest places.
Seeing this, Harry quickly made his way to said house. Knowing that as he did so, that he only had at most two hours left before it got dark, and he wanted to have everything set up and ready before it did get dark.
As while his new and improved sight did let him see in the dark, a lot better than he had been able to before, he didn't want to risk staying outside at night. As it seemed that the Walkers were more active during that time. Or at least harder to stop or see and more likely to attack because of that.
Knowing this, Harry had gotten right to work in setting up some temporary protection around his newest nighttime shelter. Something that since he repeatedly did it every night now for over two weeks didn't take Harry long to finish it all up.
As a lot of the actions had become almost reflexive for Harry after doing them so many times in a row. But because of this he was able to finish up just as he could see that the sun was truly starting to set; signifying that it would be getting real dark soon.
Which meant that in the last maybe hour and a half Harry had set up, a temporary ward to keep out Walkers. Something that Harry had found ended up needing to be a combination of a wards to keep out flesh eating bugs as well as an older version of the muggle repelling charm.
Both which needed to be combing with and the wards that were needed to keep out those who meant those behind the wards harm. As the normal wards to keep out inferi and dark creatures didn't work on Walkers as they had no magic in them whatsoever. Something that Harry had learned through experience as well as a good deal of luck.
Not to mention all the wards in question being ones that could last only about eight hours before they needed to be reapplied. Or at least the temporary ones he was using did. But considering Harry was planning on leaving before that happened it wouldn't be necessary for him to reapply them anyway. Even it did make it so he was leaving just as the sun started to rise.
Then, as another sources of protection he had added some simply traps and tricks that didn't require his magic to work. Not to mention things that would if they did get set off would quickly wake Harry up as he made sure if they did go off they would make some type of noise. Making it so that his traps would be able to keep walkers way from him or alert him to anyone else that may be trying to sneak up on him.
Even if they were things like bells on fishing wires, that would make noise if anyone crossed it. A bucket filled with walker guts, hanging from the tip of the door ready to be dumped on the head of anyone who unknowingly tried to walk in. Wires on the windows ready to snap and send packets of old flour, which he found in the house he was currently stay, flying into the face of anyone who tried to sneak in through the windows. Basic traps that he usually set up in every house he had went to. All of which hadn't failed him yet, some had even saved him a couple of times.
Not to mention he had also set many old light bulbs, placed in certain locations only he could really see the pattern around, on the stairs leading up the stairs. Ready to break and pierce the skin of any who tried to make their way upstairs where Harry was staying. Something he did as a just in case.
In the end it wasn't a whole lot, not nearly as much as he would love to have been able to say he had done. But considering the fact, this place did have a rather nice fence around it, and he had set it all up in less than two hours. Not to mention the fact he was only planning on staying in this location for only the night, Harry figured that it would be enough.
If he for some reason decided to stay longer than that, he'd certainly put up some much better protections, that would last a lot longer than the once he had just put up. But considering how light a sleeper he was, and the fact he was keeping all his weapons on him, including the more recent weapons he had gotten his hands on. Harry felt it would be enough for now.
Harry was about to get his tent out of his bag and get it set up in a room he had picked on the second floor; the same room he had decided he was going to make his apperation room. Something he wanted to get it done as soon as possible, so he could get some food cooked for himself, as he was rather hungry at this point.
Or at least that is what Harry had been planning on doing, that is until he saw something out the window causing him to abort his movement for his tent, and instead caused him to grab both his Scythe as well as the gun he now also carried on his back.
As while he had originally hated the idea of guns had had felt they were like ringing a dinner bell to any nearby walker. He had also found he needed to have a long-distance weapon as well. One he could use from his trees if need be and something at the same time that didn't take as much training to use either. Not to mention something that could be found rather easily as well, so a gun was it. As he wasn't always able to use his magic and having a backup was always a good idea.
Plus, it was threatening and other knew it was threatening. And it wasn't like he couldn't use his magic to make it actually soundless and copy the bullets so that did cover the fear of the noise the gun would cause as well as the fear of running out of ammo.
What caused him to react this way was the fact that when he looked out his window, and into the nearly completely dark sky. Harry could see a group of people quickly making their way into the direction his current house was located in.
Harry felt that there had been someone in this group who had as sharp as eyes as Harry had and noticed how much safety the house Harry was in offered. Which was why the group was currently trying to make their way towards it. Or at least Harry hoped that was the reason as Harry knew the house in question did offer more protection than any of the ones that were closer to the road.
Which would explain why the group in question was heading directly towards it. But at the same time, Harry had just spent the last of the time he had for the night getting it protected, and he certainly wasn't going to give up his new shelter easily.
That in mind Harry got ready for a fight, as he didn't see the others that were making their way here way being willing to share, nor did he honestly want to share either. Not when he didn't know any of the members of the group that was heading his way.
Not when he didn't know how dangerous they were, or how they would react to him. Hell, so far, the only other survivors he had met had tried to attack him, both to steal the supplies he had as well as to actual keep him as a prisoner as they tried to break him into what they wanted him to be.
They had been several members of a group that had gotten separated from the rest of their gang, all of which apparently calling themselves the claimers; or something like that. Harry hadn't really paid all that much attention after they had tried to attack him.
Not that it really mattered to him, as none of them had survived between his scythe and his magic. Though given the fact they had mentioned that they had been others in their group Harry hadn't stuck around that area for long and had increased the protection he had put around himself afterwards.
Never stopping doing so, and only improving on said protection as more time past. Even if his most recent stop didn't really show the full talent, he had in the nonmagical traps he could do. Still, because the only survivors he had met lately had been like that, Harry wasn't feeling too enthusiastic about meeting others.
Especially not at night, and not when they were quickly making their way here at pretty much dead run in his direction. Making Harry's every instinct scream at him to be prepared, and that he would have to defend himself because of this. Something that wasn't helped in the least bit about the fact Harry could see that they also had quite a few members with them too boot; something Harry could see more of as they got closer to him.
Seeing this, Harry got ready to defend his new shelter as he wasn't going to leave it unless he had no other choice but it. Which, because he did know that being forced to leave was an option however unwanted it was, Harry was getting ready to use his magic to help him escape if he had to.
Ready to apperate to a nearby deer hunting stand he knew wasn't too far from this location and high enough in a tree that Harry knew he wouldn't have to worry about any Walkers being there. Making it one of the best places he could disappear to without having to lose too much ground by doing so at the same time.
Harry could now see more clearly the group that was now running at top speeds towards his location and from what he could see, there seemed to be five adult males. Two which looked to be leading the group. One holding a gun in his hand, while the other seemed to have crossbow of some sort ready to use at any moment.
Then there was an elderly man further back in the group, nearby the last two males, a larger African American man who looked to be guarding the sides, and lastly what Harry thought was an Asian man who was closest to the females of the group; acting as a last-minute shield for them as far as Harry could guess.
There where actual four females in the group, two of which were side by side and looked similar enough that Harry figured they were sisters; these two where closet to the eldest male of the group.
Then there were the other two, one who had short almost grey-blonde hair and looked to both terrified but willing to fight for her life if need be. While the last female of the group, seemed to be in the very center of the group being protected. And if the way she moved and the way she held her stomach meant anything Harry figured that she might actual be pregnant. Something the swell of her belly that he could see as she moved only seemed to support this belief.
Not to mention now that Harry was really looking at the group, he could see that there was also a child in the group. He, because the child in question looked to be male, was closest to what Harry felt was the pregnant woman of the group. He also seemed to have sort of long brown hair and was wearing a large hat of some sort; something he clutched to him as he ran.
Harry after taking all of this in, noticed that the group was getting really close to the house had had decided to stay for the night. And if they had come any earlier in the day, like before he had put all the energy he into did putting up the defenses he had, not to mention before he had gotten as dark as it was, Harry would have simply left and bunkered down for the night elsewhere.
But as it was, he had put a good deal of effort and magic in where he was, and he wasn't going to let that go to waste. Not for people he didn't know, didn't trust, actions like that had long since been beaten out of him; long before this whole Walking dead thing had even begun. Hell, it had been beaten out of him before he had even turned into thirteen for that matter.
So knowing this, Harry removed the trap he had above the door, before opening said door carefully. Walking out of the house as he did so, his gun in hand ready to shoot any members of the oncoming group if they tried anything.
At the same time Harry knew that he was letting everyone in that group know he was in the house they were all heading to. As it was impossible for them not to see him with how close they were; not with how he had exited the house that is.
This caused the entire group to pause and raise their weapons, something Harry returned as he made sure his body was partially hidden by the open door. So that he could get at least some cover if something did happen. At least enough so he could get an opportunity to use his magic to help defend himself if he had to.
Then in a tone that said he wasn't going to be argued with decided to say something that both himself and the group a crossed from him could work with. As, as cold as he wizarding world had made him, he wasn't going to exactly kick out a group with a pregnant woman and child out in the dark.
Not with just how dark it got now that there weren't any electric lights all over the place. Nor when Harry could see that the group in front of him was clearly exhausted, and rather beaten up from everything that was happening now. Because honestly Harry wasn't sure that they would be able to get to another shelter that was currently safe as this one, not before it got too dark to do so.
"I've been working on this place and getting it protected against walkers, at least for the night. I'm going to stay upstairs, and you can take the downstairs. There are glass bulbs all up and down the stairs placed in such a way that they will break if anyone goes near them. And in doing so they will make enough noise, either from the breaking or the persons reaction to stepping on them like that, will let either one of us now if one of the other group is trying anything. I have to window bobby trapped, along with both doors; as an extra precaution. So, you stay away from me I'll stay away from you. With both have the safety of this house for the night without a fight. What do you say?"
Harry could see that the one with the gun, and the one that seemed to be true leader of the group, seemed to be conflicted about something. Looking at his group, and then looking at the rather heavily armed Harry as if he was serious debating something; as he went over what Harry had just said.
And for a while Harry felt that the man may try to kick him out of the house, and maybe even try to take his supplies while he was at it. Something that wouldn't be the first time someone attempted something like that with Harry; only to utterly fail as Harry lashed out both physically and magical before escaping.
Something, that if it did end up happening like that again, despite the generosity Harry was currently showing said group, he would certainly not be willing to do so again if he had to. But it seemed that it wasn't exactly necessary as Harry finally got the reply he was waiting for.
"That's fine, but you stay upstairs, and we'll stay downstairs. Any supplies that are downstairs belong to us."
Harry hearing this narrowed his eyes slightly, as he knew there weren't many supplies in this house to begin with as he had searched for them while he had been setting up the traps in the first place. Still even when knowing this he didn't want the others to know he knew this, so he answered back; his tone just as serious as the man's had been.
"That's fine by me, I'll stay upstairs, and any supplies up there will belong to me."
As he said this, Harry could see that some members of the group looked like they were going to argue with what he had just said. More specifically the pregnant woman in the group, but the eldest man placed a hand on her shoulder and calmed her down; stopping her from voicing anything.
Seeing this, and seeing that no one else was going to argue with this, Harry slowly backed up into the house, letting the others in. Once they were in Harry made his way to the stairs but before he did this Harry said one more thing.
"I took that bucket down from the door when I opened it. You might want to put it back up. If anyone tries to open the door it will flip and soak them in walker guts something that will wither stun them enough you can get away. Or if not, that caused enough racket you'll be alerted to what happened. It's one of the protections I put up. Along with several others outside, that will make some type of noise if someone crosses them. Soft enough to not alert walkers but loud enough to wake me up if it goes off; as I am an extremely light sleeper."
Harry saying this and seeing that at least the one with the crossbow seemed to have gotten the slight hint that he had just given. He quickly made his way up the stairs and into the room he had deiced to set his tent up in earlier.
Not caring how the others took what he had just said, or the actions he had just done. As honestly Harry was not feeling all that comfortable sleeping in a house with completely strangers in it; even if he had been the one who suggest it happened in the first place.