This will be a Harry Potter/The Walking Dead crossover fanfic. I'm not sure how this will go, but I'll likely write a few chapters before I end up publishing the first chapter. This idea is something I've wanted to redo, so we shall see how this story goes eh? Harry Potter is naturally born a female in this story. So I'm hoping it turns out alright.
Future pairing: Female Harry Potter x Daryl Dixon
Summary: She had just finished off a potential world war that Voldemort had wanted to start, then the world went upstream and the dead started coming to life and eating people like real-life zombies, not even including the inferi, these zombies were made from a virus that may have been airborne that spread like a wildfire. Everyone she knew had been affected by it. In the end, she was left alone. She had made it to America hoping that it wasn't affected as much, but she was wrong. Oh so wrong she was, for one thing, she didn't expect to be taken in by a group of muggle survivors or even considered falling for anyone.
The world we once knew has disappeared, no more power, no more traffic, no anything. It's like the whole place on the earth has become a desolate place where everything was quiet. Dust rolled around in the air as a ball of hay rolls across the street by itself where one lone survivor stood by herself. She had long flowing ebony hair that shined underneath the sun, and a stick known as a wand was smoothed out on her hips strapped by a loose belt and a regal-looking sword attached to her back. She wore dark leather pants with a loose dark blue blouse and the prettiest emerald green eyes you'd ever see on a brunette. Her body was lithe, her arms filled with muscles and she was as tall as maybe 5'1 or 5'2 due to childhood negligence. She had on a grim look as she looked on at the old city of Atlantic and sneered at herself. Her name? She was or used to be known as Leila Jane Potter, the girl who used to know in her old world as the girl who lived. Now she was the girl who was alone.
She sighed to herself at her trip down memory lane and shook her head. It did her no good to get caught up in emotions nowadays. Emotions get you killed, she thought to herself. She walked through the highway to where the street led her down to all the high buildings and places that used to be shopping centers. She had traveled long and far to get to America, but from what she had seen, everything was the same, everyone was affected by the dead. Rarely has she ever seen any living human beings thus far, but wait...
Bang bang bang!
Her ears perked up at the sound of what sounded like gunshots, she thought it wasn't possible, but the dead didn't know how to operate a gun, they only knew to chase, grab, and eat, minus the migration they seem to do. She took her sword out with a light swing to get ready as she dashed through the streets as quickly and quietly as possible. She briefly spotted a rather large herd of the dead surrounding a building and figured the survivors were trapped there. But instead of possibly trying to help them, she went across the street to the other building and climbed up till she made it to the roof and what she saw shook her to the core.
There had been a fight obviously, but the idiots all but tied a man to a pipe before leaving him there for the dead to get to and left the place. She rolled her eyes in annoyance before making her way to the building. Killing a ton of the dead along the way. She cautiously made her way to the narrow-looking staircase that led up to the roof until she saw that the dark-skinned man had barricaded the door to the roof and raised an eyebrow. At least someone tried to make sure he had a fighting chance. She used her sword to cut through the chain and slammed open the door and the man before her gapped at her. She raised a dark brow at him.
"Well I'll be, who the hell are you?" He said with a bit of backwater country drawl in his tone. She just looked at him. "I'm someone who's here to save your sorry ass. My name is Leila, Leila Potter. I'm guessing you want to get free eh?" She said pointing to the cuffs that had him chained to a pipe. He looked at her quietly for a few moments before he nodded. "Eh missy, names Merle Dixon. Yes, I would like to be free please." He said, huffing all the while and yanking on the cuffs. One of the dead came up from the stairs and had her raise an eyebrow. She did not think she missed one on the way up but apparently, she did as the thing snarled at her with raising hands ready to grab at her.
She raised her sword and swung hard, cutting its head off in half. She shook the blood off of the blade and made her way to Merle with some pick locks she had summoned to her side. She did not want to show her magic to these people without making sure she could trust them, hence the picklocks. She gave a light grin when the cuffs popped open and Merle just chuckled. "Well I'll be, guess you can learn a new trick or two in this new world. Thanks, girlie, you saved my hide." He said gratefully. She gave him a light smile and nodded. She turned around and got ready to leave, ready to set out on her own again.
"Wait!" He said, stopping her in her tracks. She looked over her shoulder and looked at him in curiosity. "Yes?" She said, showing off the accent in her tone. He raised an eyebrow before shaking his head a bit. "Got a group where you're going?" He asked her, grabbing the tools that were left behind with him all the while. She shook her head. "No, been alone since before the world went pear-shaped so to speak. He dusted his leather pants and gave her a look. "Why not come along with me then? Safety in numbers and all that. Plus you can meet my brother, Daryl." He said. She raised an eyebrow. "Now why would I associate myself with a group of people that willingly left you tied up on a roof and surrounded by the dead?" She asked him, amusement in her eyes as she looked at him. He just gave her a smirk.
"Touche girlie, touche. Some of them aren't too bad I suppose, but I can't leave ma brother alone is all. So what do you say? Join ole Merle to the camp?" He asked her curiously, his accent coming through strongly. Leila sighed and looked back at the door that leads to the exit thoughtfully. It has been so long since she truly interacted with any people and she has no clue how long her sanity could possibly last by being alone all the time, and Merle wanted her to get to know some of them, at the very least he and his brother seem like decent folks so she guessed she would have to see how things go. She turned back around and gave Merle a nod. "Alright Merle, it's been some time since I last been around people so I suppose it wouldn't hurt to see the group you hang around with. But if they start shit, I won't hesitate to kick their asses." She warned him.
Merle just gave her a dark smirk. "Girlie, you and I are going to get along really well, there are some folks there I certainly wouldn't seeing you bust they asses." He said, chuckling all the while as they walked down the stairs and the journey to the campsite started from there.
There it is everyone, my new story idea. I'm going to do my best to keep going and keep writing, but it's hard to keep the motivation these days because I'm always either staying at home or just working. I'm not exactly living, just mainly existing basically so it's kind of depressing doing the same things over and over again. I might start collecting books, do things differently and start going out more often if I can, hopefully from there, I'll get the motivation to resume my writing once again, so I have no clue how often I'll publish every chapter. Was going to stick to a plan and write out a couple of chapters before publishing, but I didn't want to keep being too quiet, so hope this helps, please read and leave a review!
Would anyone like to consider becoming a beta writer for any of these stories? It would be a huge help since outside of work, I'm also working on helping build a new community considering I'm a Senator for them, so I'll be busy with meetings and stuff from there as well.
