Walking Dead Wizard

Chapter 80

Groaning softly, Harry blinked a few times, until he could see properly, absently rubbing the sleep from his eyes. A smirk slowly appearing across his face as he remembered last night. It seems like extreme emotions brought out the possessive side of Daryl, the prison after his near death and him paying any attention to someone else evidently did it too. Shaking his head ruefully, he lifted Daryl's arm off his chest and slid out of bed. The wards hadn't gone off; the old man had lasted the night - longer than he'd thought that's for sure. Stretching out with a contented groan, he'd slept better last night than he had in ages. It was still quite early, he couldn't hear the chickens next door, he was surprised he hadn't woken Daryl up; he was a very light sleeper, much like himself.

As he made his way to the bathroom, he couldn't help but wince, walking was going to be problematic today, he had to be on top form, and he'd need to take a muscle relaxant, even a small gulp just to get him through the day. He didn't like taking potions unless he had to, but he was clearing out the magical district of walkers, he wasn't going to be taken down because he was being a stubborn idiot. Maybe the shower would loosen his muscles and get rid of the aches as pleasant as some of them were he thought with smugness as he reached out and put the shower on, stepping in immediately, with the runes working at full capacity, they never had to worry about it being cold even for a second - unless it was the cold water you wanted of course.

Once he finished his morning routine, he made his way to the bedroom and got dressed, opening the trunk and finding himself a muscle relaxant and taking a gulp before replacing it. Now that it had been opened, he would have a limited time to use it. The last of the aches that had remained after the shower faded away. He closed the lid slowly so not to disturb Daryl and exited the bedroom.

Deciding to get an early start, or catch up on things he should have done last night, he left the house, only to be surprised to see Glenn pacing back and forth looking decidedly nervous. So nervous that he hadn't even noticed that he had company. "Everything alright, Glenn?" Harry asked, smothering his amusement at the way the guy jumped as if he'd been drenched in cold water.

"What? I'm fine," he protested immediately, "I er…that is to say…I…" he nervously murmured, removing his hat to rub his forehead and fiddle with the hat another sign of nerves.

"Do you need to see a doctor that isn't Hershel?" Harry asked genuinely concerned that something was wrong.

Glenn swallowed shaking his head, his nerves receding just a bit seeing how concerned Harry was; it made him feel silly for making a big deal about it. "Iwanttogetaringformaggie!"

"Excuse me?" Harry said blankly, unable to decipher what he had said at all.

"I want to get a ring for Maggie," Glenn said slowly.

"Ah, walk with me," Harry replied, a small smile dancing across his face, the naivety of people still surprised him, the world had ended and he was nervous about telling him that he wants to get a ring for her. "I don't have my trunk with me, see me after breakfast and I'll let you choose whatever you want." judging by the look on his face it wasn't what he expected.

"You have rings in your trunk?" he blurted out in surprise, stopping walking for a few seconds before catching up with Harry.

Harry laughed, "I had a habit of clearing out absolutely everything, Glenn, yes, even jewellery; remember where you all got stuck? The department store? I even cleared that out before getting Merle and Daryl back to the Quarry, it doesn't take long," Harry informed him, "We need gemstones for the runes, so where do you think they came from?"

Glenn closed his eyes, shaking his head for not thinking about that at all. "I didn't think…"

"No, you wouldn't have, you didn't know about my magic back then or what I was doing when nobody was around." Harry said, patting him on the back. "As long as you know her ring size, it will be fine,"

"Thanks, Harry," Glenn said in genuine gratitude, he'd imagined scenarios where he went out to find a walker and cutting the finger off or going out looking for a jewellery shop that survived.

"I'd wish you luck but I know you're not going to need it," Harry said confidently as he wandered into the museum/dining area. "She will say yes, she loves you very much."

Glenn relaxed fully at Harry's words, he knew that, but hearing someone else say it soothed the frayed edges of his nerves. "Do you need any help?" he asked, watching as Harry cleaned of the white board, containing everyone's duties from yesterday, putting today's date up then proceeding to change the roster so everyone had something different to do. Except Rick's, Rick's was mostly always the same doing stuff around the PA.

"No, not really," Harry explained, not putting either of Maggie or Glenn's names up on the board on the list of duties, they'd have today off it was a special day for them. While nothing overly romantic could be done, he was sure Glenn could make it as close to special today of all days.

"Why haven't you put our names up?" Glenn protested.

"Take the day off, Glenn, give Maggie a romantic day, take her as far away from everyone here, and just enjoy the day, its shaping up to be beautiful," Harry suggested, "Prepare a meal for her just for the two of you, I'll give you everything you'll need, pop the question whenever you want. Oh, and you might want to ask her dad, he seems the old fashioned type to me." it was also something the magical world had done until the world had ended; ask permission to marry the daughter or son, that's if they weren't already betrothed.

Glenn grimaced, "I already plan to," he wasn't looking forward to it one bit.

"That I wish you luck with," Harry grinned, knowing Hershel would agree, but to be a fly on the wall during that conversation, it would give him many days of amusement. Nodding in satisfaction that he had everyone on the board, he replaced it, popping the pen back onto the little ledge.

"Funny," Glenn said drolly, giving Harry a look knowing he was probably amused.

"How are your parents? Your family?" Harry asked leaning against the table.

"They felt horribly guilty, those mirrors…they've changed everything," Glenn admitted, "Having grown up around magic, and I can't believe I was so blind to what you were for so long."

"That was kind of the point, Glenn; I didn't want anyone to know," Harry said dryly, "I grew up not knowing what I was, so it was easy to acclimate to not using it every day."

That wasn't all he'd grown up not knowing, thought Glenn with sadness, the abuse he'd suffered because he was magical horrified him. Knowing what he did, he wasn't surprised Daryl and Harry had gravitated towards each other, they understood one another in a way so far none of the others could…except maybe Sophia a little, but she hadn't suffered anywhere near what those two had. Given time it might have been that way, but he suspected it was just emotion abuse for Sophia at that point. "Well it was a job well done," Glenn said sincerely.

"Do you miss your family?" Harry asked, changing the subject a little.

"I used to, God I thought maybe they were dead, not knowing was killing me…but now? I get to see them, talk to them, reassure them its better than I had before so no, I don't miss them…although I do miss their hugs." he admitted, it wasn't a very manly thing to say, but Glenn was very honest.

"One day, Glenn, I promise you, you'll see them again," Harry vowed seriously.

"I'm lucky right now, I know that, anything else would be great…but as long as it doesn't hurt anyone," Glenn said, he'd never forgive himself if someone was hurt just to give him his family back.

"Maggie is lucky to have found someone like you, mate, never forget that," Harry informed him, as he stood straight up, patting him on the shoulder before he moved over to the cooker and began to gather everything for breakfast.

"I won't," Glenn replied, sitting down deciding to keep Harry Company. That's when he realized that Harry's shadow was absent. "Where's Anubis and Daryl?" it was very rare to see him without at least one of them.

"Daryl's still sleeping and Anubis is with Sophia and Hela," Harry explained, he had a tracking charm on his familiar, so he always knew where he was. He could have cooked breakfast in a matter of seconds using magic, but he'd never done so, and had no intentions of starting now - even if it would have been handy.

"Is Andrea going out again today?" Glenn enquired, watching him cook, and honestly, it did seem like he'd been a chef before the world went to hell, if they didn't know his background of course.

"That will be a decision I leave up to her," Harry said, as he got the food on that took the longest to cook. "I think the girls were appreciative of the clothes she brought back yesterday."

Glenn grinned and sniggered, agreeing fully with him, they'd been oo'ing and aahhing over the dresses, they looked as though they had been going to a studio for a photo shoot, or something, he could imagine Maggie in one, completely stunning especially the blue sequence one she'd looked at first. "I thought they were going to start a stamped!" Carol had positively glowed over a short red dress, which he'd admit would look lovely on her.

Then again, Glenn never had a bad thing to say about anyone.

Harry laughed, "Yeah, there is that," relaxing he had laughed quite a lot this morning; his mood was definitely a good one.

"Maybe we could do something so that they can dress up for one night!" Glenn suggested.

Harry's brow furrowed, "Like what? Dress up to watch horses going around on the track?" he teased.

"I don't know, maybe a fancy meal or something?" Glenn pondered.

"Nice, have them dress up and us look like the back end of a bus?" Harry said, still teasing him. "Plus I doubt many of the guys here would be comfortable with a tuxedo." he almost drooled just imagining Daryl in one, now that would be a sight to see, always an imaginary one though, Daryl wouldn't be seen dead in one of those things. After everything that had happened it would feel like a falsity, the world wasn't what it used to be…but did that mean they had to give up every single piece of themselves? Harry thought, why not let them decide themselves?

"Why would anyone be dressed in a tuxedo?" Carol questioned sounding decidedly amused as she made her entrance, already dressed for the day, given her wet hair she'd came right out after showering and dressing.

"Oh, no reason, just idle thoughts," Harry said smiling at her, "Good morning," glancing to the side.

"Sophia is taking the dogs for a walk," Carol informed him, not even needing his question to be asked to know what he was thinking. "Let me do that," she knew he was going out today, "Go and get everything you'll need for later." gently taking the spatula from his fingers and then standing at the pan. It was odd seeing him walking about without being fully equipped, Carol thought honestly, all he had was his wand (presumably since she couldn't see it) and his favourite knife that he's had since the beginning, considering how alike both Harry and the Dixons' knives were he would say Harry had gotten it from them in the beginning of the apocalypse.

Harry just shook his head in amusement, "I'll be back in a few minutes, we can get it done then," Harry told Glenn as he left the room, giving an absent wave to both of them as he went.

"Hey, girls," Harry said as he passed Andrea and Amy, before directing a question to the eldest sibling, "Are you going scavenging today?"

"Yes," Andrea quickly agreed, especially considering nobody was doing anything tomorrow, she didn't just want to do chores today then laze around today and tomorrow - not when Harry was putting more trust in her.

"Alright, Mira is coming with me, but she'll need someone else…" Harry stated firmly.

"I know, always in pairs," Andrea nodded, understanding why he would do it and agreeing fully, it's how she also operated having learnt from whom she believed was the best. That is if they did split up, but nine times out of ten they actually didn't, there was safety in numbers.

Harry nodded, "Glenn and Maggie are not going either, and they aren't to go even if they want to." he informed her. "I'll see you in a few moments." before he jogged away, making up for the lost time he had spent standing talking, leaving a flummoxed Andrea and a curious Amy.

Harry waved good morning to everyone he passed on the way home, all of them up for the day and ready for breakfast. "Hey," he called over to Luna and Merle as they stepped out from next door.

"Are you sure you don't want us coming today?" Luna asked, as she wandered over, Merle following behind her.

"No, the father managed to survive the night, one of us has to be here to see how the experiment goes, and to put him down when it happens." Harry shook his head, it just wouldn't be right forcing the girls to have to deal with it, from what he'd observed they hadn't been out of their flat and dealing with walkers unless they absolutely had to - and that was obviously seldom.

Sympathy bled into Luna's blue eyes, "Yeah," she certainly wouldn't have wanted to put her father down, but she would have if she had to. She was strong, stronger than those girls, at least right now, there may come a time when they were strong enough to cope with that kind of decision but it wasn't this day. Everyone had to toughen up; it was a kill or be killed world out there. Whether it be a walker or dangerous human. "But just be careful,"

"Don't worry, we will be." Harry said seriously, speaking both to Luna and Merle, knowing that he would worry about his brother, even if he never admitted it. "Go on, go to breakfast, I'll be along in a minute," Harry moved to open the door only to have it yanking back and Daryl stepping out almost barrelling into him, but Harry was very good at manoeuvring and spry having never lost his reflexes. Giving Daryl a leer that only he could see, he ducked under his arm and went inside.

Luna was grinning at Daryl, she'd seen how he had behaved last night, she refrained from muttering 'Possessive much?' but she didn't, Merle just couldn't stomach anything like that. She didn't want Daryl to think that Merle didn't approve, he did, and he just didn't want to know about anything they did. Instead she just let both boys head on while she waited for Harry. She wasn't above teasing Harry though, as she entered the house she asked him, "Did you have a good night last night?" waggling her eyebrows suggestively.

"I hope you've not said anything to Daryl," Harry groaned, he just did not like anyone being anywhere near suggestive with him, although he wasn't quite so bad with him these days. A smug smile tugging at his lips as he remembered the few times he had teased Daryl, he didn't outright blush brightly, but it was very endearing when he knew Daryl was in fact embarrassed.

Luna giggled, "Of course, not," she insisted, "How was it?"

"Luna I am not talking to you about that!" Harry protested, straightening up, there was some things he'd never share and that was one of them especially not with any of his female friends or male ones considering they were all bloody straight. Mentally double checking that he had everything he'd need, he nodded absently. "Alright, let's go," he said, ignoring her pout, she'd just have to get her amusement somewhere else.

"You're no fun!" Luna sighed dramatically as she exited the house, waiting on Harry locking up, there were four keys to Harry's house, one was in her possession, another was in Mira's for potions brewing until they set up a lab somewhere else and of course Daryl and Harry had one.

"Course not," Harry replied with snort.

"It's nice to see you so happy," Luna said linking her arm through Harry's as they made their way to breakfast. She was ecstatic for him; he'd barely stopped smiling this morning.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked glancing at her confused.

"It doesn't matter," Luna said, patting his arms in amusement as they separated to go into the communal dining hall.

"Come on, you're best coming down this way, your feet will touch a ladder, then it's as simple as climbing down into the trunk," Harry explained as he disappeared completely. Glenn had never been down in the trunk before, not many had actually, despite their curiosity on the trunk in question.

Glenn swallowed thickly, before straightening his spine, avoiding the curious looks he was getting from the few people still in the dining hall. He grappled a bit before his feet did touch something wooden, trusting Harry blindly, as he always did, he began to descend the stairs, until he was fully immersed in the trunk…or what should have been. Instead he looked like he was in a treasure trove, thousands of mined gems sat in the corner all kinds, which unbeknown to him were from Harry's vaults.

"Come on, we have quite far to go to get to the rings," Harry stated, and he began walking along a path in the gems, the gold Galleons, the silver sickles, and bronze Knuts.

"All you're missing is Smaug," Glenn said looking around in awe.

"A what?" Harry queried glancing back briefly.

"A dragon, from the Hobbit, his name was Smaug," Glenn explained.

"Ahh, right," Harry replied, "No thank you, I've dealt with two in my life already, I really don't want to experience a third."

Glenn choked and tripped before righting himself, "You're kidding right?"

"Nope, I did take part in the Tri-wizard tournament," Harry replied.

"Oh, yeah, I forgot about that," Glenn said sheepishly. "Wait you said two,"

"Yes, my…teacher, had a fondness of Dragons and got an egg he won in a card game," Harry said, not sure how to explain his relationship with the half-giant. "I helped to sneak it out off Hogwarts and send it to a Dragon reserve my friends brother worked at, Charlie, he is a Dragon handler,"

"Man, what a life you've lived," Glenn said in awe, "Compared to this anyway, it must be so boring by comparison."

"No, I might not like what happened…but I'd never give this up for anything, I don't think you would either," Harry said giving Glenn a serious look, "I would never have met Daryl or Merle, and you…you'd never have met Maggie,"

Glenn nodded conceding his point, he didn't think for a second it could have otherwise happened, hell it was sheer happenstance that they'd ended up on the farm at all. If the poor guy (Otis) hadn't chosen that hour to go hunting for food for the family…he wouldn't have hit Carl and they would have passed on without anyone the wiser.

"Ah, here we go," Harry said, "Do you know her size?"

Glenn told him watching as Harry summoned each ring that was exactly her size.

"Look through them, I'll be back in a bit," Harry told him, "Don't move, I really don't want to have to hunt you down, we'd both be here forever." the trunks went on for miles.

Glenn nodded solemnly, as he began to look through all the rings, a great deal many of them were still in boxes.

After searching for fifteen minutes, he narrowed it down to three different rings, all of them quite similar, nothing to big or showy, he didn't think Maggie would be overly impressed with that, especially considering it wasn't actually being bought by him.

"Got what you want?" Harry asked returning, a bag in hand.

"I er…narrowed it down," Glenn told him, chewing on the inside of his lip as he realized he had to pick and soon.

"Don't worry too much, the commitment you're making to one another…comes from the heart, not the ring choice," Harry said, "But I do need to hurry you, I've got to head out and I'll be taking the trunk with me, you can take the three of them if you like," it wasn't as if he'd ever need them.

Glenn scrambled to his feet with all three ring boxes clutched in his hands, baffled as Harry thrust a really heavy bag at him.

"It's beef, baby potatoes, asparagus, carrots, a small margin of butter, salt, pepper, herbs for the beef, strawberries, and strawberry and cream muffins…and a bottle of champagne and ice." Harry informed Glenn. "Get back home and spread the herbs and let it marinate in it until two o'clock then start cooking it takes a while. I'm sure Carol and the others will check in on it now and again if you want to take Maggie somewhere."

Glenn swallowed thickly, "Thank you," he said honestly, Harry always went above and beyond to help those who didn't always ask for it.

"You deserve it; you did so much for the group without asking for a single thing in return." Harry answered. "In fact they asked a bit too much of you, they took advantage of your kind heart," Glenn flushed at that pronouncement. Clearing his throat, "And that's enough for today, come on, let's get going." with that, Harry turned and both of them made their way out of the trunk.

Harry had Apparated Mira, Michonne, and Daryl to the magical district, which wasn't exactly the closest one anymore since the move to Fort Benning. Not that it mattered, since it had everything they would need, potion ingredients and wands. Harry had told Mira she had to bring someone with her, that they never split up or went anywhere alone. And Michonne was one of the best fighters, next to Andrea so it wasn't a big surprise that she had been chosen to come.

Between the four of them, they dealt with the walkers without the aid of magic, first him and Daryl using their bows to deal with as many as possible to thin the herd out before dealing with the rest on the ground with their daggers and in Michonne's case her samurai sword which was doubly effective and dangerous taking care of up to three or four walkers at a time if she could. She hadn't lost that keen sharp edge that had kept her alive all that time on her own.

After they had dealt with the walkers, the four split into pairs of two, Mira and Michonne making their way to the apothecary, and Harry and Daryl headed straight for the wand shop. Once there, Harry rapped on the door a few times, waiting patiently to see if any walkers emerged. Both of them still high from the adrenaline that came with the danger of dealing with so many walkers. It made them more aware, hyper vigilantly aware of their own surroundings jumping at the slightest noise no matter how experienced one was.

Once it became clear that nothing was going to jump out at them, at least not immediately, they made their way inside. Without wards up it was very easy to do, he was surprised so much of this District was intact, Diagon Alley had been looted and riots had occurred and this was before the outbreak became global. Although he doubted the wand shop got touched, they wouldn't have thought of that, just food supplies and probably potions and such. With America having such a bigger population, no doubt it had spread faster, and many magicals had probably tried to help at the decline of their own health in the process.

The shop was small, just like Ollivander's, was the first thing he deduced, but shops had no need to be big, not when they could expand the space they had on use. Once both Harry and Daryl had checked in every nook and cranny the shop had to offer, they relaxed and Harry proceeded to remove his trunk and open it, it was one of the spare ones he had yet to touch, but unfortunately each compartment had its purpose in the last one so it was time to begin anew.

Harry then proceeded to check each set of cabinet drawers, making sure there were wands there before shrinking them down, placing them within the confines of a bag, so he could later set them up properly in the trunk, but for now grabbing everything was more important. He shrank dozens and dozens of them, the shop was deceptively much bigger than he'd imagined especially from the back. It was almost like the department of mysteries, the room of prophecies. Instead of prophecies and shelves there were cabinets with wands ensconced inside.

"Ain't any books," Daryl observed, throwing the miniaturised cabinets into the bag.

"Doesn't seem to be, but I suppose anyone who worked here would already know their stuff," Harry admitted, he didn't think Ollivander had any books around the store either. "They'd probably be in his or hers house."

"Up the stairs?" Daryl suggested, as always observing his surroundings and noticing a door at the back of the building that definitely didn't go outside. It went up a staircase, it looked old and dilapidating, worse than any cabin he'd ever been to and that was saying something.

"Can't hurt to check," Harry agreed, and with that they began to make their way upstairs, fingers brushing against the other no other touch was needed for them to know all was well. Eighty percent of his and Daryl's communication was non-verbal, sure they had some serious intense conversations, but it wasn't very often they were both the silent type and definitely not ones to complain. Although when they got angry the entire world would hear of it and know its happening.

Tense and alert once more, now that they were in uncharted territory that hadn't been checked for walkers. Both of them split up and canvassed the entire flat, judging by the wands half made lying around in what was presumably their office, it had belonged to the wand crafter. There was an entire wall of books dedicated to wand cores, wand crafting and the difference in wands, also black journals with the name Hannah White emblazoned on the spine.

"Nothing here," Daryl told him wandering into the room Harry was in.

"We've got it," Harry said, his lips twitching in smug satisfaction. They had all the wands they'd need, the books instructing on how to make them, and the ingredients and wood to go with. With a flick of his wand, absolutely everything either shrank down or flew straight into the bag even all the implements used in creating and making a wand, nothing was left behind. Although Harry had plans to read the journals to make sure they weren't the woman's thoughts. He doubted it, most Master's in their crafts kept books for the sole purpose of their chosen field.

"Alright, let's get everything else we could use," Harry said in satisfaction once the room was utterly cleared. "I'll take the bedroom," he offered, kissing Daryl's bicep as he passed, green eyes gleaming wickedly. He rather hoped Daryl got possessive more often; last night had been a very rare delight indeed.

Daryl snorted; he didn't need to be a mind reader to guess what Harry was thinking.

Giving him a smirk Harry wandered out, easily finding the bedroom, a frown working its way onto his face. It just looked like she had gotten up and would be back, except the dust of course, bed unmade, clothes in the corner the underwear giving away the gender of the owner of this house.

Most of the clothes were suitable for non-magicals to wear; really they could even wear the cloaks. He did have to keep an eye on any items strewn around the place, in case of Portkey's or curses, the Black family couldn't be the only one known for it. Although he'd like to imagine it would mostly be manors or homes under serious wards that housed any cursed objects. No wizard or witch wanted to end up in Azkaban for accidentally hexing or cursing a Muggle.

Once he was done with the room, having stripped it bare - even taken the bed, he went looking for Daryl, and found him in the kitchen stuffing his face. Sneaking the food he wanted into his own pack, which would find itself in their cupboards at home, anything he wanted for himself or someone else ended up in his own bag.

"Enjoying that?" Harry queried, glancing at the jars, peanut butter and jelly.

Daryl nodded and quickly finished the sandwich off.

"You do realise there's plenty of bread in the trunk to help yourself to?" Harry said wryly, along with every kind of jar imaginable, he knew how to get into it, and it was as simple as swiping a loaf from the shelf. "Accio!" he murmured, and food flew into the bag, this he couldn't wait to deal with, it had to be put right into the trunk lest it defrosted. This lot would be in his normal trunk, with the rest of the food, thank Merlin for the magical district, it gave them edible food to eat, not like the non-magical homes with everything perishable utterly disgusting and mouldy.

Harry laughed when Daryl snatched a beer out of thin air, not letting it enter the bag. One glance at the time, "Will we check the other houses and flats today? Or do you want to head back?" he didn't mind either way, tomorrow was going to be his day off. Meghan though would be getting a wand tonight if it was possible.

"Er…never mind, let's head back," Harry said, panic in his voice, eyes glazed in a way that was reminiscent of Harry feeling magic and interpreting what was going on. He could feel the panic the others were experiencing right now. Shrinking everything down, he didn't waste a second before bolting out of the flat, Daryl knowing something was going on ran with him, without asking what was happening knowing whatever it was - it had to be bad.

Unsurprisingly Harry made it to the Apothecary first with Daryl close behind him.

"LET'S GO!" Harry said urgently as he skidded to a halt, slamming into one of the shelves, causing the metal to bite into his skin and draw blood.

"What the…" Michonne muttered.

"No questions," Mira shook her head, grasping Michonne and running up the shop to get to Harry quickly.

All four of them were Apparated immediately, as soon as they saw the sight in front of them their eyes were almost popping out in disbelief and horror.

There we go! I hope you enjoyed the newest chapter :) so what do you think has happened? Then again I wouldn't be surprised if you could all guess :D I am a bit predictable aren't I? :D Is there anyone from the walking dead you want to see in the story? other than who all is there? They can't all be wizards and witches but I can add a few and create circumstances where he'd get the others! annddd do you honestly want to see Harry taken on Negan and the saviors? Or will we see Rick do something spectacularly stupid that forces Harry to defend his people from Negan? What about the people from oceans side? Will Harry put up wards and keep the women and men safe and trade with them? Cultivating communities? Hmm still stuck on Jesus and the Hilltops though! Not sure how to make them decide to risk it with Harry... R&R please