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.

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 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 three

Harry found that his discomfort at being in a house with a group of complete unknowns, however harmless some of them may have looked. And despite the fact he had been the one to invite them into said house to begin with. Made it so that he really couldn't sleep at least not more than the lightest of dozes where he was awoken by every creek of the stairs or hard blow of the wind outside.

And this was even in the magical protection his tent offered him. As well as all the other protection he had added to the stairs, and later on the bedroom door he had chosen. Something he had upgraded a bit after he had decided to let all the others into the house in the first place.

Harry briefly debating just leaving the house and finding somewhere else to stay. Before he shook his head as he didn't want to take any unnecessary risk; not with what he had waiting for him once he finally did get back home. Besides he wasn't sure he was even able to leave without waking the others that were down stairs and Harry was so sure they wouldn't think he was trying to sneak down to attack them or something similar to that.

Which was what led Harry to where he currently was, going through the second floor for any supplies it may be in it. Keeping with the agreement he had made with the leader of group downstairs about how any supplies in the house would be divided. As unlike the downstairs Harry hadn't had the opportunity to go to check for supplies; only make sure there weren't any actual Walkers up there.

As he did this Harry was, making sure to take any and everything he found in said house; packing it all into his bottomless bag. Though as he did empty out this part of the house out, and as he put every supply that he did find into his bag, Harry made sure to cast multiple cleaning as well as repairing charms on everything he did end up finding.

Making whatever it was he found, be it blankets or clothes, seem like they were brand new as he did so. Just as he had done with all the other house, and stores, he had stopped in over the last couple of weeks.

After all, he didn't see a reason to stop doing so, as if he was going to have to slowly walk his way back to his home. He was going to do the best he could to take full advantage of it; it wasn't like it was hurting him to do so after all.

In fact, it was only helping him as get gathered even more supplies; even if some of them had been things everyone else had left behind deeming it to have no value to them, or at least not enough to take with them. Such as large thick blankets that were way too bulky to move around in. Something Harry knew would be a real boon soon considering the colder weather closing in around him. Which could be felt even with the warming charms he had started places up.

It was after he had finished taking the very few supplies that remained in this house that Harry found himself heading back to the room he had set up. Feeling somewhat upset that all the supplies he had been able to find in this house, amount to mainly a couple of blankets and a few warmer clothes.

All of which, before Harry had fixed, them looked to have been rather worn and had holes in several places. Making Harry believe that this house had been thoroughly picked over by other survives already. Something that was supported by the fact there was nearly nothing either up here, or downstairs for that matter in this house to begin with.

Still, it was after he had finished doing this, and after he had come to the conclusion that there really was nothing more of value in this house for him to find. That Harry, with nothing else to really do, began to overhear the conversation that was going on downstairs. Something that he had been picking up before but had managed to tune out because he was occupying his mind with something else; however now he was no longer able to do this.

Not to mention, it was something he was able to do in the first place, because like his eyes, his hearing had also been boosted by his Animagus form. Something that had saved his life several times before, and something he had been immensely grateful for learning how to do in the first place.

Even if he had first started to learn how to do so, in what he now felt was a rather childish wish to be closer to his dead father. Not to mention try to find something that could help in bond with his Godfather; not that that really worked in the end. What considering the not only the death of said godfather but everything that had happened before that; mainly due to a certainly loathed Headmaster.

But because Harry could hear what was going on downstairs, and because he was used to using his hearing to help find if things were safe for him in the first place. Harry was able to begin to put names to the voices he was hearing. Even if, at the same time, because he couldn't see who was talking, he couldn't exactly put faces to them as well.

At least not yet he couldn't. Well, besides the only voice he had heard that had that he had also seen who was speaking. Which was apparently a man called Rick. Who from just hearing him speak Harry could tell he was the same leader that he had been speaking to when he first let the group into his temporary home.

It was because how keen his hearing was that he could clearly hear what was going on downstairs, and it was something that had him cringing slightly. Not to mention what he was hearing downstairs was starting to pull, at what Harry had thought to be his previously nonexistent heart strings.

As he could hear Rick, speaking to the youngest one, whom Harry had recently found out was called Carl. Which after hearing him speak, as well as the manor he spoke in let Harry put yet another face to the voice and name he knew. Something Harry only knew as he was the only child of the group. But because of this Harry could hear Rick telling the only child of the group not to eat the dog food they had found. That he would find him some food to eat instead.

But the almost defeated, sad tone in the man's voice, as well as the fact Harry knew how it felt to go so hungry you would be pretty much willing to eat anything, including dog food or something straight out of a garbage, caused Harry to feel bad as he clutched the bottomless bag in his hand. A feeling that got worse as he heard the son answer his father.

As Harry, unlike when it comes to adults, really does care about children or at least children young enough that they hadn't been part of the hell his childhood had been. Something this Carl certainly was.

Even if he didn't show it all that much. As it had only been by children that Harry was offered any friendliness, and their child like wonder had always left Harry feeling like smiling; at least until someone had come by and pulled the child away from him.

Still, it was these feeling that caused Harry to do what he did next. As he quickly began to set up everything the way he wanted it to go, so the plan he had just thought of would go off the best.

To do this Harry began to transfigure several smaller pebbles he found on the ground into wooden shelves. He then transformed the curtain that was in this room and having been left as it had been blocking anyone who may be outside from seeing him, into a heavy-duty light blocking one.

Before putting the last of his plan into action. As he knew if he wanted things to go how he wanted them to play out, then room he was in needed to look like it was both cool and dark at the same time.

Which is to say Harry quickly began to summon out a good chunk of mason jars with preserved food in them from his bag. Most of which Harry had gotten either from houses similar to this one, or in one particular case where he had an amazing find; in an Amish run store.

One that looked to be a corner store of sorts and had been pretty much ignored all together. Making it something that Harry was delighted in finding, as it had nearly been full. Even if because of the time that had past since everything had gone done, he did have to discard a lot of the things that had gone bad before he had found them.

These jars where things such as dehydrated blueberries, sundried tomatoes, homemade dill pickles, pickled carrots, jarred roasted peppers, a few jars of peaches, as well as several different jars of jellies, such as watermelon jelly and blueberry jelly.

Harry had even summoned out a few jars of rice, pasta, homemade peanut butter and alongside of that two or three jars filled with different types of nuts. All of which Harry knew to be in good condition, and things that would last longer, while filling up a stomach more than other things would.

After arranging all these jars on the wooden shelves, and after adding a bit spell to make the selves in question to look more worn; like they had actually been in this room for far longer than they actually had been. Plus, a spell to add a bit of dust to everything to give it an even more authentic look.

Harry after doing this paused what he was doing, to take in his work, to see how it was all looking and if there was anything else he should do. Leading Harry to see that there were now about twenty different jars being placed on the shelves in question. All of which looked like they had been there for a while, and didn't look too out of place in the room either.

Seeing this, and not wanting to make it seem like it was too much, or too good to be true for that matter, Harry stopped with the jars. Instead he summoned, out of the bag on his side, few of the many dried goods he had. Bring out three bags of dried beans, and alongside several bags of both dried fruit than to top it off an equal amount of dried meat.

As he did this, Harry was hoping that the ones he was doing this for would be too grateful to ask too many questions about where he had gotten if from. And that if they did try to question him, that he would be able to pretend he found it all in this room. What with it being a room that he had purposely made to look like a room geared to store preserved food to being with.

So, it should be rather believable. Especially since most people when they are raiding a house or doing it quickly only seemed to raid the downstairs more often than not; doing an in and out thing as quickly as they could. Or at least that was something Harry had noticed was true considering what was currently happening.

At the same time Harry was also planning, if anyone did question him further on it, to mention that this door had previously been lock or hidden behind something and that was why it had gone unnoticed until now. As obviously downstairs the others had long since figured out this house had already been picked over by other survivors before they had even gotten there.

Harry, after figuring out what to do if they question things as much as he feared they might, and after placing said dried food on the bottom shelve; making it look as if it had just been thrown there as if the person had been in a hurry. Harry decided to also add an entire case of water bottles down beside the shelves as well.

Which after setting this all down, and to make it looked more realistic for what he had planned Harry used a spell to make the entire area look as if it had been there a while by covering it in dust. Similar to how all the other rooms of this house had been before Harry had spelled it clean. Something Harry usually did in the house he was staying in, even if he did know that by doing so he was alerting the more observant survivors out there that there was someone else out there.

Harry seeing everything now looked the way he wanted it to; began to do what he had planned since he had first thought of the plan. Not to mention, the first thing that had popped into his head after he had heard the conversation downstairs between Rick and Carl. That is to say Harry began to make his way to the stairway, making sure to make enough noise to alert them that he was heading that way as he did so.

Once Harry reached where the stairs started, he looked down them to see the man who had the Bow having said weapon armed and point right in his direction. Seeing this, Harry raised his hands to show he didn't have a weapon in them and wasn't planning on attack anyone. As he did this, and even if he was ready to lash out with his magic if the one with the weapon currently pointed at him released said weapon, Harry said in the calmest tone he could.

"I found a room up here that has a good twenty or so jars filled with preserved food. I couldn't safely carry all of those in my bag. Not without the shattering, damaging all my other supplies or just being too heavy for me to carry long term. So, I was wondering if your group would like any of them?"

This got Harry a raised eyebrow, and a look that said the man wasn't believing him in the least bit; a look Harry was very familiar with. Seeing this look, and remembering almost bitterly, how many times it was directed at him. Harry rolled his eye and decided to be a bit more honest than he had just been.

"Fine, I overheard the kid, and it caused me to remember how thin most the group was. Found those jars up there and felt like sharing them with you because of that. I may not trust you, but if I can help it, I wouldn't let a kid go hungry. Never would let someone go hungry if I could help it; too painful." This said Harry saw the man below got an odd look in his eyes before he responded.

"I'll tell Rick and see what he says from there."

At hearing this Harry resisted the urge to either roll his eyes or curse himself from his weakness with children as he got the feeling that he had just invited some more complications in his life because of what he had just done.

A feeling that Harry felt was proven right when the leader he had first spoken to, Rick, came out of from the kitchen. Where Harry could guess the rest of the group was in, with an odd look on his face.

One that was a mix between grateful and demanding at the same time. Seeing this, and not wanting to make things worse for himself. Or in what Harry felt was the more likely situation, cause himself such a headache before he had to settle in for the night he decided to react. So, because of this he looked at Rick, and repeated a similar statement to the one he had just recently made the other man; whose name Harry wasn't quite sure of yet.

"Like I told your bow man, I found some mason jars full of preserved food, as well as a couple of other things. And while I normally would have taken it all as the food, I happened to hear the conversation that was going on down here and remembered how thin your group was. Because of this, I couldn't bring myself to take all the food there was. Instead, I am offering to share what I found with you. Despite the agreement we made earlier."

This said Harry did the only thing he could at the moment and waited to see how Rick would react. Wondering as he did so if he was going to regret his moment of soft-heartedness as he did this. A worry that seemed to be unfounded as the demanding look seemed to erase from the man's face and instead a slightly warmer, more thankful look replaced it as Rick finally replied to him.

"Thank you, we'll be happy to share with you…. would you like to come down and eat with us?"

This last bit seemed to more hesitantly asked, and seeing this Harry was going to refuse. As he didn't want anyone to feel like they had to eat with him or be forced into his company as he had too much of that growing up.

But at the same time, something in him, and the pleading curious eyes he could see from the child, Carl, had Harry reluctantly agree. Even as he mentally told himself it was only to get more information about what was going on that he was agreeing to this. That and perhaps this group would know more information that he didn't already know. Information that could prove to be helpful in the future. At least that was what he told himself as he led both Rick, and the bowman up the stairs.

"Alright, Rick, Bowman- " Here Harry was interrupted by said bow man as he was told.

"Names Daryl, not bowman." Hearing this, Harry paused looked at Daryl, and then at the slightly amused looking Rick before continuing what he had been saying before he had been interrupted in the first place.

"Alright Rick, and Daryl, let me show you where the food is. Hope it help some." Harry saying this, led the two into the room where he had set up all the food previously, before turning to see how they would react to what was there.

And react they did as both of them seemed to be rather happy about all the food on the shelves, along with the water that was there as well. Even if the one who told Harry to call him Daryl didn't have much of a physical reaction to show this. Unlike the Leader Rick, who Harry could read extremely well. As if he wasn't used to hiding his emotions yet.

Seeing these reactions, Harry couldn't help but feel a little off in ways he couldn't quite describe to himself. More so as he realized that what he had just left out was pretty much nothing to him, and not even a scratch in the supplies he had. But from how Rick was reacting to it all, it was as if it something to be treasured. Hell, even Daryl seemed to relax a little bit in seeing this.

Fighting back this feeling, Harry helped the other two carry all the supplies down the stairs, telling both of them it was fine when they suggested leaving some for himself; as he had been the one to find it. Between the three of them, they had been able to safely carry everything down the stairs in a single trip. Even if all the dried bagged items had been put on top of the water case to make it possible.

Harry once he had gotten downstairs, and once he, Rick and Daryl and entered the kitchen he saw how everyone reacted to what they were bring in, and the earlier confusing feeling that he had been trying to ignore came back.

Not to mention, Harry felt a blush start to form on his face as he saw the look he was now getting; as such positive attention wasn't something he was really used to. At the same time Harry really wasn't sure he liked the looks he was getting as now, as they were all staring at him. Something that was really starting to make him feel uncomfortable. Rick it seemed, seemed to notice this as he cleared his throat before telling his group.

"Guys this is…." Harry seeing that Rick was trying to introduce him, decide to play along with the man and answered the unasked question hanging in the air.

"Harry."

"Right, group this is Harry, he found all the supplies up the stairs and decided to share it all with us. He's even letting us take whatever is left with us." Harry hearing this and seeing the looks once more being thrown his way, looked away. It wasn't much, why where they reacting like this?

"Harry-"

Hearing this Harry turned to Rick to see why he had called his name in the first place, only to see all of the group staring at him. Seeing this Harry felt the cursed blush coming back as he waited to see just what Rick wanted. He didn't have to wait long because Rick seeing that he now had Harry's attention continued.

"Since you're willing to share all of this with you I think some instructions are in order." Harry hearing this, waited to see what was going to happen. Feeling a bit happier that he would be able to put faces to the voices and names that he had overheard; when he had been listening in upstairs as he did this.

And it was because of this that Harry was able to match voice and faces to the names of those in Rick's group. Which included of course those he already knew Rick, Daryl, and Carl. But it was also able to find out just who Beth Greene, the second youngest of the group, Maggie Greene, Beth's oldest sister, Hershel Greene, the father of the two and the eldest member of the group; he also seemed to be the doctor of the group as well.

Then he found out that the Asian was named Glenn and that he seemed to have a relationship with Maggie. Something Harry only noticed as he saw how close they were; even if it seemed rather new at the same time. Harry was then introduced to the one called T-dog; whom Harry found to be rather quiet but felt he would be fierce if the situation called for it.

Lastly Harry was introduced to the two last member so of the group, both female, the thin graying blond-haired person was named Carol. Who Harry could see had had a very rough time of it lately, and the finally the pregnant woman Lori; who seemed to be doing her best to keep way from Harry while keeping her head down.

Making Harry wonder what that was about, as she had been the one who seemed ready to argue with him back when they had first met. Before decided right now it didn't matter, and he should really just eat with the group, get some more information from them, and then get up to bed. So, he could get ready to leave early in the morning, as after today he really didn't think he'd see the group again.

Which meant that it really didn't matter why this Lori was reacting the way she was in the first place. As he knew it wasn't that she was being hurt or attacked in anyway as Harry could see just from glancing at how protective the rest of the group was of her to begin with.

Also, I would like your opinion on this, I have mentioned Harry has an Animagus form and Letitallburns only demand was it wasn't magical otherwise she didn't care. But she would prefer it was feline of some sort. So, I have narrowed it down to a couple of choices and would like your opinion on it. So out of these what do you think?

Maltese tiger

Jaguar

Liger (Lion/Tiger Hybrid and usually a foot larger than either parent.)

Panthera hybrid (like a jaguar/tiger hybrid or a Lion/Jaguar hybrid let me know?)