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Harry Potter Through the Multiverse

Chapter 3

Amy wasn't thinking about anything beyond the fact that she couldn't find the toilet paper as she exited Dale's RV. She certainly wasn't thinking about her own safety. That was why, when a ratty-looking walker with dirty blonde hair grabbed her arm and opened its mouth revealing a row of grimy, rotten teeth, she blanked for a split second. That was all the time it took for the walker to lower its head.

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As the walking corpse grabbed the girl's arm, Harry had only a second to react. His enhanced mind and body were acting faster than he could realistically comprehend the situation. Knowing that a load of buckshot would likely hit the girl as well, he dropped the shotgun and quickly pulled out his Glock. Within a split second, he aimed and pulled the trigger. The dirty blonde zombie's head disappeared in a mist of rotted blood. His bullet easily tore through, punching a hole into the camper van behind it. The corpse lazily tilted to the side and dropped down onto the hard dirt ground with a thump. The girl screamed loudly in terror when she realized what had happened. As she did, she alerted the rest of the group. When they saw the horde of zombies coming out of the darkness, they all began to panic. By then, Harry's shotgun was back in his hands, and he was walking calmly through the darkness with his heart hammering in his chest. The excitement of it all was exhilarating. One female zombie lumbered from around a car, and Harry pulled the trigger. The blast of the shotgun shell going off was loud, especially for him. The buckshot tore into the zombie, and Harry's acute vision could see it all in graphic detail. Many of the pellets hit the zombie right in the face, tearing flesh and bone. Some of them hit her in the chest and shoulders. It was almost in slow motion as parts of the head tore away from the rest of the body. The impact blew her right off her feet, and the body corkscrewed and slammed into the car's fender, leaving a large dent.

Before the body even hit the car, Harry's shotgun was already back in action. He pulled the trigger again. The flash of the shell going off in the dark night was a sight to behold. With his enhanced vision, he could see the sparks and fire erupting from the tip of the barrel. The zombie with the blue, checkered shirt never stood a chance. He was sent tumbling back, head over heels. He was about to take another shot when he heard some rustling from behind. Turning quickly, he could see a crawler break through the brush. Harry football-kicked him right in the throat. His powerful legs sent the half-zombie spinning through the air. With a bit of morbid amusement, Harry aimed and hit it on the fly. The burst of guts told him that it was a perfect shot. Gunshots erupted from the camp as the inhabitants began defending themselves. As they did this, Harry had a harder time hearing the footsteps of the horde. Because of this, another zombie snuck up on him from behind. As he turned back to rejoin the action, he was face to face with a zombie. Its arms were stretched out, and it lunged for him.

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Amy was panicking. She felt that that was an appropriate response for the given situation. At some point, her sister, Andrea had worked her way to her and pushed her back into the RV. Andrea slammed the door shut and began firing her handgun out of the windows. Amy, however, was looking out the window at a man that she hadn't seen before. He was lit by the flickering flames of the campfire that was still going strong. She couldn't see him all that well, but she could tell that he was relatively young. He was strong and fast, at least, she thought to herself. When a walker lunged at him from behind, she was sure that it was the end for him. Her eyes widened even further when he spun and completely avoided the arms of the walker, cracked the walker with the butt of his gun, and shot the walker in the back of the head as it fell face-first to the ground. The splattering of its head against the ground made her stomach gurgle with revulsion.

Amy followed his movements from the windows of the RV. As he moved, she moved to a new window and watched. When his shotgun was out of shells, he pulled what looked to be a machete from his side. He hacked and slashed, taking off arms, heads, and anything else that he could reach. She even saw him kick a walker directly in the chest. The impact was so brutal that the walker flew back and slammed into a tree. It crumpled to the ground and had trouble moving. She guessed that its spine had been completely shattered. The man stepped on its upper back and slowly pushed his machete into the back of its skull. It was very brutal.

After a short while, she no longer heard the sounds of gunshots going off, so she figured that it would be safe to exit the camper. Her sister had other ideas. "Are you crazy?" Andrea hissed. "Stay in here until we hear from Shane or Rick!"

She knew that Andrea was just trying to protect her. She even knew that she was right, but still, Amy couldn't help but roll her eyes and huff. It was the go-to move for every younger sister out there.

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With a mighty swipe of his machete, Harry watched fascinated as half of the zombie's skull fell off the rest of its head. His swing had been so hard that he made a perfectly clean cut right through tissue and bone. The zombie gave one last pathetic growl before it flopped down to the ground where it remained, unmoving. As the body hit the ground, what remained of its foul-smelling brain detached from the brainstem and rolled out. It looked shriveled and decayed, which wasn't surprising in the least. Harry poked at it with the tip of his machete. It was much softer than he expected … and much squishier. When he poked it, dark gray liquid poured from the cut. Harry instantly recoiled. It smelled horrid.

As he walked away from the corpse on the ground, Harry moved toward the campfire where the people were starting to gather. Once again, they were being too loud. Harry didn't plan on saying anything to them about that. If they couldn't learn on their own … Well … It was survival of the fittest after all. When someone finally saw him coming closer, they made it known, and he suddenly had several guns pointed at him.

"Relax," Harry called out. "I'm a living person," he made sure they knew that he wasn't one of the horde. He didn't want to get shot on his first adventure. Luna wouldn't be pleased about that. Obviously, they were still on edge after what had just happened. None of the guns pointed at him were lowered.

"Yeah?" one of the men said confrontationally. He had dark hair and was wearing a camo green t-shirt that was drenched in sweat. He didn't smell pleasant. He walked right up to Harry, pointing his shotgun at his face. "Maybe you're the one who brought all these things down to us …" he accused, getting closer and closer. Women and children were still crying in the background. It had been a traumatizing event for them. "Who the hell are you?" he asked. The man was intense.

"Name's Harry."

"Harry, huh?" The man was now so close that the shotgun barrel was only a foot in front of Harry's face. "Well, Harry, maybe you want to drop that shotgun and …"

As quick as a flash, Harry's hand shot out and wrapped around the hot barrel of the gun. With a hard tug, the man was pulled forward as the shotgun was wrenched from his hands. He stumbled forward only to be headbutted right in the face. The man fell back like a sack of dirt. He was completely unconscious. Harry could already see a bruise forming underneath his eye. "Shane!" someone cried out. A new man took his place.

The new man was wearing a sheriff's uniform and holding a shotgun as well. Thankfully, he appeared to be a little more level-headed… if you didn't count the fact that he was also pointing a shotgun at him.

"In case you didn't notice, I don't particularly like having a gun pointed at me," Harry reminded him.

"I can see that," the sheriff remarked, not lowering his gun. Harry tossed the other man's gun to him. He lowered the gun to catch it.

"And for the record, it was the bright campfire at night that brought them in," Harry explained.

"The walkers you mean?" the man asked.

"Walkers?" Harry asked, confused.

"That's what we call these things," the man explained, kicking the leg of a dead zombie.

"Walker, huh? I suppose that's as accurate a name as any," Harry said. "And just so you know, it's not a good idea to make camp near a highway. The walkers move up and down the roads, forming hordes."

"I'll keep that in mind …" the man said. Just then, a pretty blonde that was covered in blood and guts joined the conversation.

"He's not a bad guy, Rick," the blonde girl said. "I saw him killing walkers … a lot of them. He was helping us."

Rick looked Harry over and nodded, taking the girl's word for it. Another older blonde moved behind the younger one. "You have my thanks, then," Rick told him. Harry nodded. No words needed to be spoken further about it.

"If I were you, I'd snuff out those flames and move out soon. And watch out for any of the stragglers. Some move slower than others," Harry told Rick as he got ready to go.

"Where you going?" Rick asked, confused. "It's not safe out there at night."

"I usually sleep in my car, and I'm parked close by. The horde walked past me while I was sleeping and woke me up. I followed them, saw your camp, and decided to help."

"But still …"

"I'll be moving on once day breaks, but I'll stop in first," Harry told him as he turned to leave. He stopped and turned around. "Oh … and you might want to wash that stuff off," Harry told the blonde girl. "It's probably not a good idea to get that stuff in your mouth or eyes."

She must not have realized that she was covered in zombie guts until she wiped her fingers across her cheek and pieces of brain stuck to them. Harry chuckled as he walked away, listening to the sounds of feminine retching. Once he arrived back at his SUV, Harry reloaded his shotgun and placed it back in the passenger side. He climbed into the driver seat and leaned the seat back. Closing his eyes, he sighed and fell asleep. Life was much easier since he knew that he could leave this existence pretty much whenever he wanted.

Harry wasn't sure how long he had slept. This time he woke up with an intense urge to relieve his bladder. By then, the sky was just starting to lighten. Harry jumped out of his car and pissed right there by the side of his tire after making sure that the coast was clear. After he was done, he started a small fire to boil himself some water. It wasn't long before he was enjoying a hot cup of morning coffee as the sun peeked over the horizon. Even that early in the morning, it was hot and humid. Had he not had his enhancements, he would most likely be completely miserable. Going into his private stash of food, Harry pulled out a pack of Twinkies and tore into them. "Gotta start the day off right," he mumbled as he ate the delicious and unhealthy treat. By the time he was done, the birds were already chirping.

Harry didn't think that the group from the night before would be up so early, so instead of waking them, he got in his vehicle to do some early morning looting. He stuck close by but was able to hit up a gas station that didn't have much. As he was making his way back to the group, he smiled and pulled over. Reflections Automotive was a small, rundown car repair shop that obviously wasn't still in business. From his experience with looting, Harry knew that hardly anyone ever looted a paint and body shop. People weren't exactly in need of a new muffler now, were they? Circling the building, he saw that the doors and windows were still intact and locked. It was a good sign. Going back to his car, Harry pulled out a pry bar and went to the back of the shop. With his extra strength, he easily forced the metal door open. Holding the pry bar like a weapon, he entered. The shop was small enough to see that no one was home. Still, he went in quietly and checked the office and bathroom. There was no one to be seen … alive or dead. Harry went to work.

Harry already had a brand new set of tools in his SUV, not that he knew how to fix a car. Since he didn't need them, he skipped over the vast amount of tools that were there. The office and bathroom didn't hold much. Harry grabbed all of the toilet paper and tossed them into the backseat of his ride. He then went back in and grabbed what little medications there were. What there were plenty of was things like gauze, rubbing alcohol, and bandaids. Obviously, scrapes and cuts were a common thing in auto repair shops. All that was left was the snack and coke machines. Harry's pry bar made quick work of them. The Coke machine was only half full and none of them were cold. He pulled out a Sprite and cracked it open. Harry guzzled it down and tossed the can away as he let out a loud burp. The rest of the drinks along with every candy bar and bag of chips was tossed into the back of his SUV. With the shop properly ransacked, Harry hit the road once again.

It was a couple of hours later that Harry pulled back into the camping site. He was met by a large group of raggedy, downtrodden people. It didn't look as though any of them had slept a wink. It was a sad sight to see. Harry remembered that they weren't like him. Harry was on an "adventure" that he could leave if he so chose. These people had no choice. This was their world. It was their family and friends that were dying. It was their world going to shit. He suddenly felt very bad for them. Sure, Harry could be an asshole, especially when it came to women, but deep down he was still that hero that everyone had counted on. Harry sighed. 'Maybe I should help them out … at least for a while,' the thought. 'But that doesn't mean I'm going to change!' he mentally added. 'All of their wives and girlfriends are fair game as far as I'm concerned,' he thought as if to prove a point to himself. Luna would be very upset if he were to suddenly stop his sexual carousing. He didn't want to disappoint his little, blonde friend/angel.

Rick was walking up to his ride just as he was getting out of it. The two of them shook hands. "Rick," Harry greeted him.

"I'm glad to see you survived the night. I was afraid there would be a lot more walkers out there after all the noise we made," he said.

"I didn't see any more last night. I saw a few walking down the road a few miles ahead of us, coming this way," Harry told him. The Shane guy quickly joined them. He was sporting a nasty bump and bruise on his upper cheek. Harry couldn't honestly say that he felt bad, but he decided to apologize anyway.

"Sorry about that," he said. "You caught me at a bad time." It was a pretty lame apology, but it was the best that he was going to get. Shane nodded, not saying a word.

"Anyway … You guys planning on leaving? As I said before, this place isn't exactly safe."

"We haven't talked about it yet. We were just gathering the dead walkers to burn," Rick told him.

"You got some good stuff in here," Shane suddenly said. Harry noticed that he was looking through the closed back window of his SUV.

"I'm good at finding stuff," Harry replied. "Anyway, you want me to give you a hand? I helped make the mess, I may as well help clean it up."

"We could sure use the help," Rick said, wiping away the sweat from his forehead. They didn't bother standing around to chit-chat. Harry walked over to the nearest body and grabbed it by the back of its shirt. Harry easily dragged it toward the small pile that they had already started. On the way, he came across another. With his free hand, he grabbed the dead, female walker by the ankle and dragged that one as well. When he reached the pile, he tossed them onto it like they weighed almost nothing.

Harry didn't mind helping them with the manual labor. He found that he could work for hours in the blazing heat of the day and barely get tired. He rarely even broke a sweat. These people looked exhausted, both physically and mentally. It took two of them to carry over a single dead walker. Harry carried over four in that same time period. Harry saw two men staring down at a particularly beefy walker with its head crushed in. They didn't look enthusiastic about carrying that one. Both were sweating profusely and breathing heavily. Harry walked over.

"Can I give you a hand?" Harry asked them.

"I'd appreciate it," said one man with a Southern accent. "It's not even noon yet and my arms are already screamin' " Harry nodded.

"I'm Harry," he said, grabbing the heavy walker by the ankle. Harry pulled it over to the pile just as easily as all the others.

"Daryl," the southerner introduced himself.

"Morales," the Hispanic guy joined in. "Thanks for the help."

"Not a problem," Harry said, grabbing the heavy walker by the back of its jeans and the scruff of its shirt collar. The thing was a little further down the road of decomposition than most of the others. It stunk to high hell. He gave it a mighty heave and it landed on top of the pile and rolled down the side a bit before coming to a stop.

"Nice toss," Daryl complimented him. "Say … you wouldn't happen to have any cigarettes in that fancy ride you got?" he asked.

"I got a couple of cartons. That's all I've found. Seems that everyone takes the alcohol and cigarettes first. They're yours if you want them," Harry told him. Harry didn't smoke. He only kept them in case he ever needed to trade. Unfortunately, there weren't many people around, and those that were would rather just take what he had instead of trading for it.

"Hell yeah, I do!" he said enthusiastically. Harry pulled out his keys and tossed them to the man.

"Back seat, passenger side, on the floor. Hope they're your brand," Harry joked.

"Right now, any brand is my brand," Daryl said, already moving toward the SUV. Harry continued to work, dragging the dead to the pile two at a time.

Rick and Shane watched him work from afar.

"He's as strong as an ox," Rick said quietly to his friend as he watched Harry finish the cleanup. It took less than half an hour before a large pile of corpses was stacked high.

"You ain't gotta tell me," Shane responded, rubbing his sore eye. "He don't seem to get tired."

They had watched him dragging around the heavy bodies underneath the hot, Georgian sun without even breathing heavily. Morales looked close to passing out by then. Shane had watched Daryl take some boxes of cigarettes from the back of the man's vehicle. He couldn't help but take a peek himself.

"We could use another strong back that's good with a gun," Rick said. The protection of his wife and son was of the utmost importance to him. Of course, he also wanted the rest of the group to be as safe as possible as well.

"He's got plenty of supplies," Shane added. "I saw a whole duffle bag full of ammo in the back. You notice that he's wearing a policeman's belt? I'm guessing he came across an abandoned police station. Who knows what other goodies he has in there."

They watched as Daryl tossed Harry his keys before ripping open a fresh carton. He pulled out a pack and within seconds, he was sitting under the shade of a tree, enjoying his smoke. "What would you think about heading to the CDC?" Rick suddenly brought up the possibility to Shane. They quietly talked it over as Harry walked around the camp, meeting everyone.

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"Hey, Amy! Your boyfriend's back," Andrea teased her younger sister.

"Shut up! God, you're so annoying," Amy huffed as the two girls watched the new guy get to work.

"He's handsome," Andrea commented as they watched him. "Strong too."

"Yeah … He's not bad looking," Amy absentmindedly said, never taking her eyes away from the handsome young man. She didn't want to give her annoying older sister any ammunition to use against her. Still, Andrea was right, she thought to herself. He was a good-looking, young man.

"Let's go meet him!" Andrea smirked and grabbed her by the wrist. Before she could say no, she was pulled over to him. Andrea knew that she shouldn't be so chipper this morning after losing a couple of their own to the attack the night before, but she couldn't help herself. She came so close to losing her sister, and she was incredibly relieved that she was still alive and safe.

"Hey there!" Andrea said in a bubbly voice. The man turned and looked at her. She had to admit, his green eyes were striking, especially as they reflected the sun's harsh rays. He smiled.

"Hey," he greeted them simply. "I'm Harry … and you are …?"

"Andrea," she smiled back at him. "And this here is my little sister, Amy."

Amy had never been so embarrassed in her entire life. She was shoved forward and was now face to face with Harry. Her cheeks began to heat up, and it had nothing to do with the blazing sun.

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As the blonde girl Amy was pushed forward, Harry noticed that her face flushed slightly. His normal perverted instincts nearly kicked in. Thankfully, he was able to hold them back for the time being. The girl was quite pretty. She was blonde and beautiful with a great figure, and she looked cute with pink cheeks that were slightly freckled. The only thing that detracted from her attractiveness was the fact that like everyone else, she was sweaty and more than a little ragged. It was nothing that a nice bath couldn't fix. Sadly, baths were few and far between these days, Harry thought.

Andrea slyly stepped away and left them to talk. It wasn't long before Harry started joking, and Amy began laughing. 'Who knows? If things don't work out with them, maybe I'll have a go with him," Andrea sneakily thought.