Harry felt a healing vibration that spurred him awake. Groggy and unsure of where he is, his fight or flight gets triggered. He snatched up his wand, checked his surroundings, and slowly began walking towards the door.

As he was about to open the door, Merle swung it open, scaring them both. Harry launches onto Merle and puts his wand to the muggle's throat.

"Where am I? Why did you keep me here?" Harry demands

"Cool off- there ain't no reason to wave that stick at me. DARYL GET YOUR FAT ASS OVER HERE"

Daryl hears the second half of Merle's statement he rushes away from the grid. Daryl sees Merle's larger self flat on his ass with a shorter lean man on top of him with a stick at his throat.

The selenite drops from his hand in shock, and this catches Harry's attention. The vibration from the stick and the living room causes Harry to get off Merle.

"Bloody hell, you could have told me ur not muggles," Harry embarrassingly grumbles out

"The fuck did you just call me?" Merle and Daryl say at the same time

"A muggle? No-maj? Non-magical?"

"We ain't no magical if that's what you're saying. This is Granny's. Come see her shit. Don't touch unless you ask." Merle takes the lead walking everyone to the living room.

Harry stands there in amazement as he looks around the room. He almost thinks he's having a fever dream. A whole magical house with generations upon generations of magical goods. His eyes skirt from the cauldron in the fire, to the crystal grid, to the scribes on the book shelves surrounding the room.

"Granny was one hell of a witch. You should be wizards if you are related to her, especially if you're keeping her familiar craft alive," Harry breathes out in absolute wonder.

"Nah, we're just her redneck adopted children. She was family still." Daryl comments in his deep baritone voice from the leftmost part of the room by the grid.

"Now, do something with the stick of yours. You think we let a stick-waving lunatic near Granny's shit? Hell no. Granny ain't do that shit" Merle squared up with Harry from behind

"This lunatic's name is Harry, by the way. Thanks for asking"

They both just stared at him with their light blue searing eyes. It unsettled Harry to the point where he gave in and waved his wand to turn the closest chair into a peacock.

"Get that shit out of here..." He waved away the peacock "...now u go, bird or I kill you where you stand," a blond brother said with so much conviction Daryl looked at him in shock.

"So demanding, fine." He turned the chair back into a chair and immediately morphed into his Raven animungus. Harry flew over to Daryl and began pecking at his head

"JESUS CHRIST DON'T BITE ME LIKE THAT" Daryl screamed, running away from Raven Harry as Merle lost it. It took around 20 minutes of demands from either brother to ensure Harry was who Granny told them about. They gave in when Harry killed a rat and brought it back to life. Little did the two know that was a very specific trait of Harry himself- no other wizard could do that.

Merle led Harry into the kitchen and had him sit in the breakfast nook, and Daryl went into the apothecary pantry to grab the delicate dark blue leather grimoire.

Harry and Merle fell into a flowing conversation about who their Granny used to be. Harry found it fascinating how these seemingly muggle-like men could perform nearly an ounce of what they were doing.

"Keep your pants on, you two. This is for you, Harry," Daryl states as he lays the book down in front of the British man.

"Nononononononono. This is a family grimoire. I should not see this let alone take it" Harry rushed out

"Granny left a note for you too. Open it to the first page"

Harry immediately noticed that the 7-pointed star on his necklace was burned into the cover. There's a very particular family this symbol comes from. A family that supposedly went extinct centuries ago.

He opened the book very fragilely, and his eyes began scanning the first page. The note said

Master of Death,

Do not be alarmed; I know your real name and powers. I come from a long line of Peverells. I come from the family with the stone. Hold your loved ones close and your family even closer. Your green eyes will guide many to eternal happiness. I wish you the best of luck, Mr. Potter. Please use my familiar knowledge to help you on your journey. Keep my boys safe. My boys are my pride and joy. When you leave, there is a bag next to the door. The bag will hold everything in the house in its cloth. As soon as the bag opens, everything will automatically be spelled into it. It was a gift my father gave me before we escaped England. Tell my boys I love them.

With an abundance of love,

Ophelia Lela Peverell, aka "Granny"

Harry reread the note 3 different times until he fully understood what was written. These brothers need to stay close. The deep internal feeling led him to this- to them, to Granny's house, to the Dixon Brothers, and even to Charon. This is where he needed to be. Out of respect to Granny, he promised himself a little visit to her the next time he was down below.

He is beyond thankful for what Granny did for him. He would make her proud.

"Mate, I don't know what to say. This is bonkers." Harry mumbled to the brothers.

The two just stared at him until Merle broke the silence by saying, "Do you have anywhere you're keeping your stuff?"

"My stuff… Bloody hell- CHARON IS BY HERSELF" Harry began to panic as he quickly grabbed the grimoire and bolted to the living room

"What the fuck is Sharon, and why did u leave her?" Merle followed suit, getting his shoes on

"CHAR O Nnn. My dog, you bellend. I'm going to get her," Harry angrily spat at Merle as he was throwing on his own shoes

"Not without us, you ain't," Daryl demanded as he grabbed his crossbow from the wall of the mudroom.

"Fine, but don't get in my way"

They began their trek back to Harry's tent. On the way, they took a sharp left turn and walked near a ditch on the highway. They saw the revenants. People-esque animals were running at regular-looking people and pouncing.

The three stood there and watched as the feral thing bit down on a middle-aged woman's neck and tore chunks of skin, ripped tendons, and even broke veins. The trio was shaken to their core. Merle took a quick backstep, accidentally kicking a beer bottle.

They all froze, staring at each other as the feral animal turned its head and rushed towards them.

"YOU FUCK EVERYTHING UP, MERLE!" Daryl quickly snapped as he loaded his bow. Daryl shot three times. One in the neck, heart, and leg. If it was a normal human, they would have been down for the count. But this thing just kept coming.

"I didn't want to do this… AVADA CADAVRA" Harry pointed his wand right at the thing's head and screamed.

The animal's head exploded, and their body stopped moving. Harry slowly approached, closely followed by the brothers, all to look at the very dead feral person.

"That seems worse than bath salts. I really hope it's just bath salts. Please tell me it's just a dude high as hell that just so happened to eat a person and not something worse" Daryl stared in a sick fascination with the body at their feet.

"Bath salts? What in the American type shit is that?" Harry shot back while picking up Daryl's arrows

"Yeah, ain't no way- let's get your stuff and go back to the peach"

"Good plan- follow me"

Twenty or so minutes later, they made it to the field where Harry's tent resides. Harry rushes into the tent just to be tackled to the ground by Charon.

"I'm so sorry, girl. I was injured, but I'm back now. We are safe," Harry whispers to Charon as they lie together on the ground.

At a much more sedate pace, the Dixons entered the tent just to be growled at by Charon.

"No Charon. They are family. They didn't hurt me either," Harry said to Charon as she stared at him. She huffed, grumbled, and walked over to the pair to sniff them.

Merle froze in his place afraid he was about to be dog food. Daryl, on the other hand, immediately began cooing at Charon and giving her loving pats.

Harry watches in amusement as Daryl melts as he interacts with Charon. Merle slowly inched away until he was behind Harry.

"I ain't wanna be on yo bad side. That thing will eat me for breakfast," Merle whispered in Harry's ear.

"She's harmless unless I say so. Come, Charon." Charon came trotting up to her dad with her tongue out and tail waving. "Go get the bag; it's time to head out," Charon barked back at Harry in confirmation as she bolted into another room just to come back with his bottomless rucksack and, surprisingly, his necklace. He never takes it off unless he is doing something like bathing, where he doesn't want any visitors. It must have fallen off- he completely forgot. Harry will need to respell it to only come off when he wants it to.

They all walk outside and watch as Harry waves his wand. The wordless spell collapsed the tent until it was small again. He popped it in the rucksack and turned to the brothers in anticipation.

"Let's go," Daryl stated before he did a 180 and headed back to the Peach. The journey back was a short but stressful one. It was quiet and very tense. The air pressure was getting higher and higher.

They are just waiting until it pops like a balloon.

Charon led the way looking back every few seconds to ensure they followed. She used her wicked sharp nose to guide the three back to the Peach.

"Something tells me this is the last time we are gonna see this place," Harry melancholily stated as he opened the door of the cabin.

"With that dead head? Fuck I'm out." Merle flopped on the couch for a break. "Turn on the TV. Maybe there's an evacuation order" Daryl smacked the backside of Merle's head, then plopped down next to him.

As they turned on the TV, they were hit with a loud emergency alarm- the one they normally use for amber alerts. It was a news channel with a reporter shakily talking about the dangers of going outside. The current government order was to stay put so the military could have full access to the roads.

"Sine when do Americans ever listen to their government" Harry slyly said before he opened the bag that Granny wrote about. Within the next minute, everything flew into the bag, not caring if it knocked someone out.

The apothecary's chest nearly took off Charon's head. Once literally everything was in the emergency pouch, the two brothers looked around for anything it potentially could have missed.

Merle and Daryl had a little walk down memory lane. They saw the empty kitchen where she taught them how to cook, the garage where they would skin their catch together, and Daryl's favorite, the sunroom. He would lay for hours watching the stars until Merle came home to "wrestle the wimp out of him."

They all walked out to the front yard, snagged some peaches from the trees outside, and then last but not least, snagged the sign. They made it with Granny when they first moved in. It was the first time they felt like family. There are 3 hand prints surrounding the peach they painted together. Daryl's medium-sized palm, Granny's tiny one, and Merle's massive hand.

On the way out, they stopped by Granny's grave. They all said their goodbyes. Before they all left, they kissed their ring finger and pressed it to the grave. Harry did it out of respect, but the brothers did it out of love. When Daryl got older, he became less inclined to physical affection, so Granny would kiss her ring finger and press it to his heart or sometimes his forehead because "You darling just looked adorable with your face all scrunched up!" and when they were in public she would squeeze his hand or shoulder 3 times which always means "I love you." This caused a magical hum to enter the air, which left them all at peace. Harry had no idea they did it as well after him. He had no idea the depth of knowledge Granny passed on to them.

They started a short journey to Dixon Mechanics. Harry doesn't really know where he is going but just follows their lead.

It was almost as if Merle and Daryl were just going to work. They followed the same path they always did. It starts at the Peach, then a meandering path through the woods. After about 5 minutes, there was a broken tree to the right of the path; it was spray-painted purple. They took a right at the purple tree, and within 200 meters was their building.

The building was made out of grey concrete and has 4 garage bays. Connecting to the bays, there's a small two-floored building. This would be the reception on the main floor and the break room on the second floor. A large red sign with a blue outline says Dixon Mechanic.

Three of them, or four including Charon walked towards the reception area. Before they entered, they heard a grumbling and a bumping noise. Harry tilted his head towards the side to signal Charon to sit guard. The trio then splits up. Merle went through his personal bay, bay 2, snagging some things along the way. Harry took the front door, and Daryl searched the perimeter

Harry knew how to fight wizards, so this had to be easier. He slowly inched up to the front door and opened it slightly so it sat ajar for him to see who was inside. Harry sees something he recognizes. He sees a revenant that didn't fully return- being half in both worlds is dangerous for anything. You risk losing consciousness, and all your instincts go feral. It becomes kill food kill. There was a teenage boy with red shorts and a Dixon Mechanics shirt. He had curly red hair that was falling out in chunks and a gaping hole in his side. Surprisingly, the teenage revenant was not rotting yet, so he must be a young one.

The young ones are the most dangerous. They have some muscle memory and can, in rare cases, figure out simple things like a rock hitting a window will shatter it, or sometimes they can even try to open doors to their old living places.

Harry opened the door the slightest bit more and pointed his wand at the revenant. Before he could utter a spell, Daryl came out of nowhere and tackled it. Holstering the wand, Harry sprung into action and smashed its head in with the credit card scanner.

"At least that broken ass scanner is useful for something," Daryl gruffed while inspecting what damage had occurred in the few days they did not come to work. The room was torn apart. It seems like it was raided or robbed. The paperwork was all over the ground. The cash register was broken open. Drawers were ripped out of their sockets.

It was emotional for Daryl to see all his and Merle's hard work being demolished by panicking civilians. They heard a creek of a locker upstairs. Daryl led the way as Harry covered his back. Just because they found one doesn't mean there isn't another hiding.

As they took the turn once they went up the stairs, they found Merle tearing apart everyone's old lockers.

"Good Idea Mate. We might as well pick this place dry before we head out," Harry commented as he joined Merle opening a locker with pink stickers on it.

"That was Stefan's. His daughter came with him to work one time, and she decided to make her daddy's locker pretty. I hope they are doing alright"

"This them?" Harry asked as he stumbled upon a photo of a black man with dark dreads and gorgeous brown eyes that showed the world how soft and kind he was. Stefan and his daughter shared a gummy smile. The daughter had the cutest nose, and her curly hair was in protective twists with cute bows throughout.

The room became morose, and they slowly went back to grabbing anything helpful. When they were about to open the gun safe, Harry had a sharp panic hit him. He immediately rushed downstairs to Charon. Charon placed herself in the darkness and pointed her snout towards the crowd of 20 revenants heading towards the building.

"BULLOCKS! Daryl! Merle! Meet me towards the garages ASAP!"

They heard Harry clear as day. Merle grabbed the guns and ammo as Daryl rushed to the community locker and started shoving everything into Harry's rucksack.

As soon as Merle grabbed the last weapon, they sprinted into the garage bays. Continuously they would snag anything and everything within arm's distance that could be the slightest useful. Daryl threw open the door connecting the buildings to see Harry loading the two motorcycles onto Merle's work truck.

"Throw your shit in the boot. I'm going to grab the first aid kit, and we can dip," Harry screamed as he sprinted to the small medical table on the opposite side of the bays. Merle checked the security of the bikes, Daryl grabbed some spare gas tanks, and Harry waved his wand in the air collecting everything in his path.

"Dibs on driving! Eat shit Daryl"

"Damnit, Merle" and "As long as I'm not driving" were spoken at the same time by the two others in the building.

All four of them are in the car within seconds. Merle started the car. His hand ready to shift into gear any second with his foot on the break pedal as Daryl attempted to open the bay with the door clicker. It kept flashing red no matter how many times he pressed it.

"I'll quickly open it up manually," Daryl began as he opened the door

"NO DON'T I GOT THIS… Alohomora"

The bay door shot open, and they were off. The crinkle of metal grabbed the attention of the small herd of revenants.

Merle whistled as he saw the number of them rushing towards the truck. "Ain't no goddamn way. I'm speeding up"

Dirt was spun into the air as they sped away down the road towards the main street. It was sad seeing the town Granny loved was ransacked. Cars were on fire, buildings were broken into, and trash was littered about.

They drove on the main street for about twenty-ish minutes until Harry felt a pull. Harry asked Merle to turn off the road into the meadow next to the road.

"You don't know shit about this town why…"

Charon growled at Merle causing him to immediately turn the wheel.

"Pansy," Daryl snapped. "Charon is a little baby, and you are pissing your pants"

"I had a friend in school named Pansy"

"You lying?"

"No, really- her name was Pansy Parkinson," Harry insisted

"Was? She changed her name because of bullying?"

"No, my headmaster killed her," Harry snapped back, offended on behalf of his old friend.

"I thought our schools were dangerous, but damn, brits are wild," Merle laughed as Daryl squeezed Harry's shoulder in support

"Drive in between those two trees. We should fit" Harry changed the topic

"I'm only doing this because Charon's gonna eat me, not because I value your opinion," Merle half-heartedly stated as he drove very carefully in between the same trees that were pointed out to him

As they entered the forest, there was a small lake to their left and heavier woods to their right. About 50 more feet, they came upon a medium-sized pasture with a tall luscious oak tree. The Large trunks gave them the perfect amount of protection.

"This will do"

Daryl smacked Merle on his head and then opened the car door before the truck was in park.

"You crazy son of a bitch" Merle threw the car in park and launched himself out of his truck towards his brother

Harry watched zealously as he also exited the car giving Charon permission to join the Dixons run around. The British man reached into his rucksack and grabbed his magical tent. The tent was taken and thrown beside the oak tree with the largest trunk. Wandless and wordless magic allowed him to simply wave his hand, and the tent set itself up.

As the tent was growing, Harry began carrying everything they collected out of the truck incase someone tried something. There were spells out in place, but Harry always believed that you can never be too careful.

Once inside the tent, the green-eyed man walked passed the kitchen down the hallway, passing 4 doors before walking through the last one. He opened the door and said his meditation room was exactly how he left it. He turned on his favorite sun lamp, sat on his pad like a pretzel, and picked up the two stones on either side of him.

One of the stones was a citrine, Citrine. It promotes most things that relate to yourself. It is known as the light stone. It brings light to your spiritual, emotional, and sometimes intellectual too. Citrine is Harry's favorite stone to meditate with. It brings warmth to his cold sense of self.

The other stone is black tourmaline. Black tourmaline is a grounding stone. It cleanses the body of negative energies such as anger, pain, sadness, or even feelings of worthlessness.

As soon as he felt the power of the crystals, he closed his eyes and slowed his breathing. Harry slowly enters his mindscape.