Harry, as he gets closer and closer to his mindscape, turns off most of his senses. First was sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch everywhere besides his hands which hold the stones. He focused on the power feeding into his soul. He feels as his soul hums as the negativity drains from it.
His spiritual self gets put into a small room that's made out of wood. There are 3 obvious doors, a rug, a small table with an urn on it, and a secret room one can access from doing a very particular routine. One door has a long, never-ending hallway that loops around his whole mental map, occasionally, he places a painting which holds decoy memories. The second door releases a bogart, and the third one throws you right out of the mindscape.
Harry begins his routine. You walk around the carpet three times, trip on the third time, crawl over to the urn, grab the urn and rub it three times, and then bark like a dog.
The curly-haired male always giggled throughout the whole routine. Once he barks, the carpet rolls itself around you and then shoots you out of the small room. He lands in his home. He looks around and sees the Malfoy Castle standing proud over him.
Harry sped over to the ornate door and tapped the albino peacock three times. He bobbed and weaved throughout the castle, passing booby traps, false memories, and even some real thrown-in to combat any unwelcome visitors.
He found the library and stared at it for a few seconds. The library is home to any and all knowledge he has gathered throughout his life. Harry walked to the center, which holds the Black family grimoire, the Potter family grimoire, and now will hold the Prevell Family grimoire.
The master of death stood there and just read. He wanted to know everything about the Prevell Family. This dark blue grimoire is going to change his life, and Harry knows it.
He did not even get a quarter of the way through before he needed a break. The Prevell family did so much for the magical community, and Dumbledore tore it apart.
Quickly, he exited the library and walked through the fake wall across from the library entrance. The room he enters houses his soul, His essence, and his magic. Harry stares at it. The raw unprotected wildfire blazes in front of him. It is of a cylindrical shape with colors of all times, combing, mixing, and in some cases fighting.
Inching forward, Harry slowly petted the blaze. It left him with a sense of ease. Afraid he would get lost in it, he continued and walked through the other wall into the next hallway.
The next hallway is a fun one. There are billions of doors, each holding all his memories categorized by who shares the memories. Each door is a person. The people he's close to like his family, he decorated each room with items that reminded him of them. Whenever he's missing someone a little extra that day, he would enter their room and just reminisce.
Partway through the hall, you see a door that looks like every other besides a singular scratch. If you enter the scratched door, it leads you to the outside of the Malfoy Castle. The outside is a copy of the original castle, just with a few extra booby traps. His favorite place to go is the quidditch pitch. Next to the pitch, there's a small two-roomed building that looks like the Slytherin Locker room. This houses all of his quidditch memories.
Quidditch is still a sore topic within himself, so Harry turned around and walked back to the scratched door. He knocked once then lifted the handle the opposite way than he did when he exited the Castle. When the door was opened a few seconds later, it was a completely different room. This room houses a very tall winding staircase many upon many floors high. Hidden under the stars hides two rooms, one his old bedroom at Privet Drive, and the other the Headmaster's office.
Harry walked past both and stomped on the fourth set. The fourth set carried him up to the room at the top of the tower-like structure. It brought him to a single room with a doggy door. This is the darker-skinned man's safe place.
The safe place is an exact copy of his room at Malfoy Castle. Harry chuckled as he bullied himself with the fact he was very unoriginal. It's not original, but it works for him.
It was like the fluffy four-poster bed was calling his name. He launched himself into the dark green comforter. Harry stared at the ceiling and processed everything that had happened since he got to America.
The feelings that drew him here changed his life, hopefully for the better. He met the Dixons, gifted a grimoire, found his familiar, and fought revenants. Was it all worth it?
Something about the pull makes him believe so. It just feels so right. He does have to be careful, not all muggles take as well as the Dixons have to magic. He doesn't want to be burned at the stake or anything.
Suddenly, he feels nothing radiating from his palms. Something was wrong. He launches himself out of his mindscape and is hit with intense feelings. All of his senses come back at once. His shoulder hurt for some reason and Harry's eyes immediately dart to the large frame standing in front of him.
"Blimey," Harry mumbled as he rubbed his sore shoulder. "Why does my shoulder hurt?"
"That's my fault- I kept smacking it to wake you," Daryl mentioned as he placed the stones he took out of Harry's palms back on either side of the meditation pad.
"How long was I out for?"
"5 hours; even Charon was getting anxious about you. They both volunteered me to revive you from the dead"
"Haha, very funny. I was meditating. I was not dead this time"
"You could have fooled me" Daryl laughed and started back to the living room.
Charon instantly perked up from her place by the lit fireplace and sprinted to Harry. She tackled him to the ground and assaulted his face with kisses
"Bugger off, baby. You saw me a few hours ago," Harry said between the kiss attack.
"I made dinner a few hours ago. There's rabbit soup in the kitchen" Daryl lazily pointed at the kitchen from his position on the chair adjacent to the fireplace.
'"Where is Mere?" Harry wondered as he looked around the room to find the older Dixon.
"He's having a smoke break before going to bed"
"As long as he doesn't smoke in here. I quit a while ago" Harry dismissed the answer immediately and turned to enter the kitchen.
"Oh, and if you have any fresh food or catch, there is an icebox room that is spelled to keep everything fresh as the day you place it in there. Just enter the butler cabinet, and open the large double door in there. It should take you to the room to skin the animals, which is connected to the icebox room"
"Damn, you have it all huh?" Daryl smiled at Harry before exciting the tent to snag the good the Dixon brothers gathered.
The next few days were uneventful. They pretty much have the same routine. Wake up, go hunting, raid some stores in the town and train. Sometimes they would fuck around at night with the TV on in case the military tells them to evacuate to the closest large city.
The trio became very close. They were in sync so much that they didn't even need to speak very much. It was natural. Together, they were a powerhouse. So much so that when Charon began joining them on their trips into the nearby towns, she acted as an extension of them all, not just Harry.
Her training went from basic household pet stuff to service dog to weapon. She could do it all, and she knew it. At night, she demanded to sit at the table to eat with them; Charon also demanded to be served first. If you didn't, she grumbled at you, ignored you for a few days, then took something you cared about, chewed it up a little bit then left it by the front entrance.
Harry woke earlier than he normally does; it was around 5:30 am, according to his wand. He felt like he needed to do something.
He sleepily changed out of his pajamas. He didn't want to get any zombie guts on them. Harry followed his instinct out of the tent and launched himself into his raven form.
His dark black feathers almost absorbed the sun as it shined on him as he flew. He watched from above the moving of the military vehicles as well as small packs of revenants.
Memorizing as he flew, he must have been up in the sky for an hour before he thought he should land. He circled a large grey concrete building. There seem to be lots of ranger rovers of all shapes and sizes.
Along the roof was a spray-painted X on the top of the building. Harry was unsure what it meant, so he flew low next to the windows to see if anyone was in the building. Something felt off still, so he transformed into his human self and waved his wand.
"Revilo"
It showed that there were two people in the building meandering about the second and third floors. He had no idea if it was a person or a revenant.
Regardless, Harry knew he needed to get something from this building. He entered through one of the bay doors into what he assumed was a dealership for Range Rover. As he lightly pattered toward the stars, he would stop every once in a while to snag different things.
There was a plethora of goods throughout the bays, he got things from a hose pipe to tampons. Right before he opened the door to the stairs, he decided to use his magic to list the large, very heavy battery-looking thing into his rucksack. Once it was secured, he pulled the door to the stairway open; things were obviously going too well for him, so the door squeaked obtusely loudly.
Without a second thought, Harry launched himself under the stairs and held his breath. In seconds, a revenant shot down the steps and into the garage.
Faster yet just as quiet, the scared-faced man bolted up the steps and into the hallway outside the stairway.
It was spooky; the LED lights were broken in some places, body parts strewn about the floor, and doors falling off their hinges. The white tiled floor looked closer to a beige color with a red design.
Bobbing and weaving around the grotesque scene at his feet, Harry entered the only room on this floor. This room was definitely the design lab for the company.
There were isles with sketching, graphic design copies of sketches, and mini models of different cars.
Only one sketch drew his attention. This sketch shows a 7-seater van with a large trunk. It looked like a normal car until Harry flipped the page. The second page was full of very detailed designs with mini instructions written all over the page.
This particular sketch was for a solar-powered family van. 3 solar panels were secured on the top, there is an opaque black color over top of the panels themselves. To us, it would be opaque, but to sun rays, it is see-through.
Harry nearly cried in appreciation. He thanked the gods for helping him and gifting him this car design. The Dixons and friends would have the best car in the apocalypse. They now have a larger chance to survive than everyone else.
The large file he was snooping through just became the most coveted thing in the world. It was like liquid gold.
He spelled it so only himself and his loved ones could utilize it and proceeded to place it into the rucksack. Above him, he heard a scream; he immediately went into defense mode and grabbed his gun. Harry apparated out of the building and into the lot besides it.
The search for the base model of the sun car took a while. Harry ended up using a point-me spell and following it to the back of the lot covered in a tarp behind their dumpster. Range Rover really did not want anyone to leak this design.
After he threw the cover off the car, he stared in wonder. It was a sleek black color, with tinted windows, large tires that seemed to be used off-road, and a step to get into the core of the car. Harry tried to open the door, but it did not budge. He forgot to find a key.
"Bullocks. Ugh. Fine, I'll just… ACCIO KEYS"
It took a few seconds, but then Harry's eyes looked at the keys as they flew out of the third bay door.
It speedily flew right into his hand. It only stabbed his palm the slightest bit on impact. It could have been worse.
Harry tried yet again, and this time it worked; the door opened. He was about to hop in and hope for the best when he noticed there was no steering well.
"Bloody hell, where is the-" Before he could finish his statement, his eyes made eye contact with the steering wheel on the left side of the car.
Thanking the gods, the brothers weren't there because they would have taken the piss out of him.
Too lazy to walk to the other side, he climbed through the center and into the driver's seat. Once in the seat, he put the keys in the ignition and started the car.
Harry put the car in drive and began his journey back to the tent. Around halfway through the journey, he felt the need to pull into a historical barn. He got out of the car and walked towards the sign explaining the meaning of this homestead. On the sign, he skinned the words until he saw "this barn is the first historical monument with state of the art technology which utilizes solar panels designed as shingles on the roof. See the internal room for a closer explanation with a larger solar panel for more info".
Things were just getting better and better this morning. He must have been really good recently to receive this good karma. Harry sped walked into the barn and instantly shot 3 different revenants with the killing spell without even looking at them. Nothing was going to keep him from these panels.
His eyes wandered around the room, looking at the plethora of different panels. There were some in the shape of bricks, logs of wood, window sills, and even a garden gnome. Harry threw the gnome into the bag simply because it was a gnome and walked towards the two-by-four thin panel with an opaque white. Not only did it match the Dixon's truck it was the perfect size for the roof of the cabin.
Harry basically ransacked the store, grabbing as much as he could in case something broke. He heard another car about to pull up from the opposite side of the barn and bolted to the Sudan he arrived in.
Without looking behind him, he sped out of the lot and on the way back to his newfound family.
Growing up the way he did, especially in England, did not help his driving skills in the least. He not only continuously drove on the wrong side but also constantly jerked the car. It was not a smooth ride by any means; it even made Harry pull over to puke.
The treacherous few miles later, he made it back to the meadow and through the trees just to pull up next to the Dixon's truck. Before he could even open the door, Merle banged on the glass, screaming to find out the identity of the driver.
"If you don't get your ransacking stealing bitch ass out of that car, my brothers going to shoot you dead. If you survive that, we will sick our brit on you. Mans will make you piss your little pants"
"I'm coming; you cool your jets," Harry stated as he slowly opened the door with his hands up.
"You nearly gave us a heart attack Harry. Leave a fucking note next time so we don't wake up to Charon screaming at the top of her lungs"
"What an anxious baby… I got some things you guys are gonna bust over"
"I'm not into sharing, Harry," Merle said as Daryl had a disgusted scowl.
"No. no. no... look at these" Harry handed the two of them the sketch, detailed instructions, and mini model of the panels he got from the barn.
"If these are what I think they are, I need to sit down," Merle stated, handing everything over to Daryl as he turned to enter the tent. Daryl's eyes scanned the papers, glanced at the model, and looked at the car. He repeated that sequence until he could believe it.
"If you leave at random times and bring us back shit like this, maybe I can forgive you for not telling us" Daryl turned to follow his brother with Harry, who's sporting a shit-eating grin.
"I must be a niffler." Harry joked with Daryl as he sat on the couch next to Merle. "Translation?" Merle looked at Daryl, asking.
"Honey Badger had sex with a mole who's a kleptomaniac and had a lovechild," Daryl explained, causing Harry to fall off his chair laughing.
"Never…. in my life…. have I heard…. Lovechild… kleptomaniac" Harry struggled to get his words "...so…true…"
"Enough with this girly laughter, this shit real?" Merle questioned
"Yeah, I even drove the rover home that one fully made. I got extra batteries and panels so we can hook your truck up too. Gas is gonna be rare in a few months."
"We don't have the heavy machinery to lift the battery or the engine?" Daryl confusingly mumbled, staring at the paper.
"Don't worry about that. I am heavy machinery" Harry flexed his muscles with a dorky smile
"Ain't no way we are getting rid of you. You're ours now." Merle stated as both brothers stared deep into Harry's face to portray how sincere they were.
This stunned Harry to silence. He handed his rucksack to Merle and snapped his fingers so Charon could play outside with him. Harry needs time to process.
"Fuck off, Merle scaring the pup away" Daryl shook his head at his brother. "Fuck you, we both know he means it too. "
