"Is it still in one piece at least?" Harry asks, trying not to scream in rage as his mind goes to all the worst possibilities he can think of.
If he hadn't he remembered that bombarda repellent charm.
His hands shake slightly as he helps his husband put Rick down on the ground before his son waving away the guard to allow the child the chance to comfort his father.
His emotions are high from this whole shit show already, using a second to close his eyes he forces himself to take a calming breath before he blows a gasket.
Trying to tell himself that there is no justification for him to raise hell and level the commonwealth's whole sanction, but then he reminds himself that the people don't deserve to die because of the choices of their leaders.
They have been poking their noses around here for the last few months acting like a bunch of hyenas looking forward to the lion's leftovers. The whole situation has been annoying him, and this may have just pitched his patience over the edge.
"What the fuck did you do to my dad!" The young boy growls protectively as he worries over his unconscious father. The spunk reminds him of his younger days, causing a bitter smile to appear for a second as haunting memories trickle past his eyes.
"I'd like to know that dear," Harry murmurs reluctantly and slowly crouching before the man, giving the scared boy an awkward smile, "I know it sounds weird but would you allow me to check him over while my husband tells us what the fuck happened?" He ends with a glance at Negan who wilts dramatically.
"Whipped," one of theirs chirps, making Negan spin around with an indigent squawk, only to turn back toward Harry with a leer "Angel… what do you think about whips in the bed-"
"Not the time for Negan!" He growls only standing after confirming that Rick is stable, Merlin knows there would be no potential for peace if the man did die here.
"Oh shit, he called him by his first name means the boss is big mad," comes somewhere from the peanut gallery, surrounding them.
Negan raises his hands in surrender, "Okay, okay, sheesh nip a guy's nuts in front of everyone." He snarks the last part under his breath much to Harry's deep-buried amusement.
Negan turns his gaze towards their current prisoners and sweeps his arms.
"good news," Negan begins dramatically sounding like that professor from the TV show he and Harry watch when they can just relax, having found the DVD set of Futurama way back in the beginning of their struggle to survive.
Leela is his personal favorite.
"Your fearless leader has earned every one of you a pardon from any current crimes that may be brought upon you," this makes Harry roll his eyes discreetly, he catches the boy's gaze and whispers conspicuously, "a little dramatic don't ya' think?" Feeling accomplished when a hint of a laugh escapes the young kid.
Carl, if he remembers hearing right would be about Teddy's age, maybe a little younger by a year or two.
The thought makes him desperately wish his precious boy was still alive, especially with the little one that is on the way.
He knows in his heart Teddy would have made the best big brother.
At least this one will have both their parents, he'll make sure of it.
"What do you mean?" The katana-wearing badass asks, he needs to talk to her and see if she would be willing to trade tips for something. He hates how they all met because he can see that these people are good folk who are just trying to survive in a world where you're forced to make bad decisions to survive.
Hopefully, they can reach some sort of agreement-
"-If little bitch here can beat me on a one-on-one, I'll release the two fucktards of a community who think they can take my Angels protection for fucking granted." His husband sneers at the last part, making Harry understand why his husband is so upset.
Harry has always known and loved the darker side of Negan, and feels selfishly grateful to have someone willing to burn the world for him.
To be put first after so many years of abuse and constant neglect from the people who claimed to support and love him, he thinks it is only right he clings to the first person to choose him every time. It's why he allows the man to sedate his more sadistic side by controlling the more unsavory folk through respect and fear.
Harry knows firsthand just how effective it can be, with Voldemort being a prime example.
Negan likes to pull the silver-tongued Tom riddle, while Harry tends to embody Dumbledore having found that the benevolent act gets eaten up by desperate people willing to give anything to please the kind leader.
Harry leans back on his heels while pushing up his glasses and rubbing his brow, while he doesn't need them anymore he just has so many detection and visual charms spelled on them that they are too useful to not wear, even if he didn't have the habit of wearing them.
"Really love," He groans quietly but allowing Negan to take control, old Harry would have tried to reason and plead for them to get another chance. But for them to involve ignorant people in this and risk killing the poor boy sitting not even three feet away from him out of some entitlement.
If these people are gonna act like animals, then he'll treat them like a dragon tamer.
Yes, Harry can see how without knowing the full picture, giving half of their scavenging can seem a little much. What they don't see are the various smaller communities, the less fortunate ones who rely solely on the generosity of Harry.
Something Negan only tolerates because it gives him more people who are willing to die for Harry, not that Harry wants anyone to die for him.
He feels anger at their actions, they don't know just how privileged they've lived. they should be grateful, because without the saviors keeping the dead under control 'Hilltop and the Kingdom would have been overrun way back before these folks had the chance to stumble upon them.
Standing up he gives the group who came to kill his people a little grin now his voice gentle as he gives the pretty black woman a sympathetic look, "If you all are willing me and my people will take you-"
Negan immediately shuts that down, "Nadda, Nope!", he snarls with a look of disbelief, stalking up to him while growling, "The fuck Angel!"
Harry looks at all their faces of various emotions before giving his husband a look, "they work for us now, right?" He asks, continuing before Negan can answer, "Then that means it is my no, our responsibility to keep healthy and sane."
"I know you don't care as long as the Job is done, but I can't let myself leave this woman behind while her innocent baby is in danger." He says the last part with emphasis.
Negan stares him down for a long moment, before closing his eyes and sighing, "We aren't takin' all of them." He relents.
"Fuckin' whipped alright" he hears the crossbow-using one in Rick's group quip with a snort. Negan hears that and spins on his heel with a leer, "nice of you to volunteer," he says, making the redneck scowl. That is what he remembers Negan calling the dirty fella.
"Alright we'll be taking the boy and his father and the mix-raced couple while the rest will be escorted-" Harry coughs interrupting him,
"-and the bad bitch with the Katanas as well.", here his love turns to him with an expectant look, "anything else?" He asks.
Harry surveys the rest before his eyes settle on the body of Abraham, just catching the faint trace of life clinging desperately. Making a decision he quickly scrambles up, almost trailing back down if it wasn't for Negan. As he makes his way towards the big man he feels a little guilty for using him, but thinks he'll be okay with it as long as he gets to live. Sees this as a way to manipulate them into feeling more indebted to him, while also wanting to fulfill his 'saving people thing'.
"What are you," the black woman beside him starts to ask but he doesn't care his mind is too focused on what healing spells will sustain this man until he can recover on his own.
Maybe it's the bright red hair, or maybe it's the way the man reminds him of Charlie Weasley and he just wants to have some sense of familiarity.
Does it truly matter if he can save this man, no.
The whole commonwealth situation is pushed to the back of his mind as he starts barking out orders for transportation, "Regina, grab a gurney out of Loyd's truck and help me load this man up, he still has a heartbeat and I'm tired of seeing humans fucking dying!" He yells the last part in pure frustration as people just stand there.
What are you doing!" Sasha cries as she is held back.
"Now!" He yells ignoring the woman, and not seeing the look of admiration coming from the child who watched him dress his dad up and proceed to try and save Abraham, all despite them coming to kill them.
Maybe he isn't the only one wanting to stop all this killing, maybe there is hope for the future if someone like this is leading it. Carl so dearly wishes the hero he sees before him isn't a façade, because the little boy deep in his soul can't handle another disappointment on this scale.
"You better still be in there big guy," Harry mutters as he guides his helpers towards the open bed of the truck.
"Negan, I'm trusting you to handle the rest peacefully!"
Luna runs a hand through her short hair, having been forced to cut it when she had her long hair tangled in a dead man's grip. It was only thanks to Teddy that she missed the teeth to her throat by the millimeter. She sits outside the tent while fiddling with the galleon Harry personally gave her.
It's more a keepsake for her time with the DA than what it had been used for nowadays.
"Aunt Lulu, do you think Papa misses me?" The timid voice of Teddy makes her look up to see the mop of blue hair wilted into a dark almost place purple, Harry's Gryffindor scarf wrapped around his neck with his own houses tied to his waist holding a satchel containing a bottomless pit.
She immediately tugs the young growing teen into her embrace, her voice deeper in age but still ever whimsical, "I know you don't remember, but Harry was so scared when he was first given custody over you." She says with a watery chuckle remembering how frantic he was in the beginning.
"Papa frantic, seriously?" Teddy says with disbelief, his dad always seems so strong and unfathomably powerful and such a safe presence, that the thought of Harry being scared of raising him is just incomprehensible.
"Yes, really, when he learned that your grandmother Andromeda wasn't able to take care of you and wished for Harry to raise you, he already had a pile of instructions on how to take care of a child by buying an abundance of unnecessary toys. He spent four hours debating on the color of your walls alone."
"I know," Teddy whispers, clutching the amulet Harry crafted him for his eleventh birthday just before the world went to shit.
"You know how he grew up, so he wanted to do his best to make sure you wouldn't ever experience any hardships. It's why he named you his heir along with the blacks, he wanted you to have as much protection and the cleanest shot at acquiring your every desire
She holds his face giving him a gentle smile, knowing he needs this and honestly she needs to hear this out loud, "We will find him, and you'll have to beg him to let you go even an inch away from his side, beside you got a little sister, and I have a niece to protect so we gotta make it there, right?" She feels Teddy freeze in her hold.
"We'll find them?" He asks desperately.
"We will," she assures, having seen it.
Even if she has to forsake her morality she'll reunite her only remaining family together.
"So who's my new daddy?" The question catches her off guard before she lets out a loud laugh.
"Oh, you'll love him, just as hell adore you." She thinks about the man she saw in her vision, the one who gave Harry a reason to smile when he had none.
For that alone he had her approval.
Tomorrow she'll hopefully be able to finally finish the international portkey, she doesn't have anywhere near the level of magic required to up and conjure one like Harry could have.
Hopefully, if everything goes alright by this time next week she and Teddy will find Harry.
A/n:
And it's official Teddy and Luna have entered the game!
I'm not really planning on adding any more than them from Harry's. I'm not against more, I just don't know if I'm skilled enough to write so many characters and not have it muddled.
Will Abraham make it out alive? Soldier's a fighter that's for sure, wants to stay in the story really bad.
I have the reunion between Teddy and Harry written already so I just have to get to itᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
Thank you again for the support and please comment your thoughts I love the feedback, even if I don't respond to everyone I still read everyone's comments, critical or otherwise(ง'̀-'́)ง