Henlo Nuggies! 'Tis the re-write! I do hope that this one will be tons better than the trash I wrote before. This will be quite a bit different from the original (I should hope so since it's a re-write), but it will have the usual warnings that most of my fics, aka this is a SLASH fic and will end up having M!Preg in it as well. Now, I'm not gonna write too much more here, but I do hope y'all end up enjoying this re-write as much as the original.

Main Pairing: HarryxDaryl

Rating: M

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Disclaimer: I do not own anything pertaining to the Harry Potter franchise or the Walking Dead franchise. They belong to their respectful owners and I take no profit in making this. This is purely for entertainment only.

A/N: Now I can't promise chapter after chapter to come out after this, but at least I'm not hating this so far. I'm actually liking this version a whole lot better than the last one so far. It feels a little less rushed and more my writing style.

Enjoy!

"Harry."

The sudden airy feminine voice shocked him to the point Harry flinched. He turned away from the book he was reading, a pastime that he had taken up when there was a lull in the wizarding war much to Rons' consternation, to look at the owner of the voice, his really good friend, Luna Lovegood. Usually seeing her was a joy, Harry really did love their conversations, but the look on her face and her body language made him think that this was going to be an unpleasant talk.

"Lulu," Harry greeted as he closed the book, using one of his fingers as a bookmark to keep his place, "Come, sit."

"I've seen something quite unpleasant, Harry," Luna said once she was sitting in the chair beside Harry and tucked some hair behind her ear revealing a radish earring, "It's a bit hard to say."

"Whatever it is-," Harry began to say, but Luna cut him off with a shake of her head. Startled a bit, Harrys' mouth hung open as Luna continued to speak.

"It's not going to be okay!" Luna protested, her voice becoming louder and revealed the stress she gained from whatever she had seen. Her hair, once he had taken a closer look at her, was disheveled as if Luna had spent time running her fingers through it and her skin was pallid while around her eyes were puffy and red from crying.

"What's going on?" Harry asked softly, once he had gotten his bearings back in order, in an almost whispering tone and his ears rung as she softly spoke five simple but damning words.

"The end of the world."

It was years later that Harry, who had turned eighteen three months before it happened, finally understood what Luna truly meant. The world had literally ended. They called it a virus. It caused those that died to come back like some sort of demented Inferi, but it was much worse than that. The dead at the beginning were normal, Walkers the survivors called them, they walked, groaned, feasted on those living, then the virus seemed to mutate. Then came the Sprinters, the Bloated, the Spiders, and the worst of them all the Screamers.

Harry had been with Ron, Hermione, Neville, George, Luna, and Angelina, going on a run for supplies, when they met their first mutated. They were taking a break from walking, as they wanted to limit their use of magic for emergencies, when a Sprinter came out of nowhere and grabbed George. Harry could still remember the scream George let out as its teeth sunk into his neck and he remembered how warm Georges' blood was when it sprayed him.

After that it was a blur.

So many of them came out of the trees around them after the scream and all that was left afterwards were Harry, Neville, and Luna. George went down first, then it was Angelina when she tried to attack the Sprinter that killed him. Ron fought with all he had, but he had forgotten his wand back at camp, Hermione was usually the one to remind him to grab it, and fell after a Spider had latched onto his back. Hermione threw herself between a Walker and Luna, too grief driven from seeing Ron fall to even think about trying to survive. If it wasn't for Harry, and his unusually usual bout of accidental magic killing the rest of them, then they too would have died.

They decided to abandon the run for supplies, too tired and too filled with grief to continue on, and turned back to head back to the Burrow where the rest of the survivors were. Harry led them, heart heavy and mind racing on how he was going to tell Mrs. Weasley that her children, in-laws and by blood, were dead. But it seemed as though those thoughts were unneeded.

Harry heard it before they could see it. The sound of roaring flames, snarls of the dead, and not surprising to them, no sounds of the others. The burrow and the dry land around it were covered in fire which was rapidly spreading thanks to the drought they were experiencing that blasted summer. The only thing that Harry could see that brought him any satisfaction was the dead burning. Sprinters, still running, covered in fire before falling over once the flames burned away the brain stem. The Bloated exploding once the gasses in their bodies were ignited by the flames, and Harry could even see the very recognizable figure of a Screamer laying face up, face contorted, frozen in the expression of a scream, as it burned.

"What do we do now?" Neville asked softly, just loud enough to be heard.

"We survive." Harry simply replied and turned around to leave the devastating scene. His hand shook and whether it was from shock, trauma, or the instinctual need to grab his wand and take care of the dead, well no one would know, not even him.

The next few months were spent on the move. Sleepless nights, draining days, little to eat, and less to drink. The only things keeping them going was having each others company and their magic. Thankfully their magic kept their bodies going, seeing as their bodies were using their magic as emergency fuel, so they could go a little longer than the average person in terms of not eating. But they did need to eat soon. Hunting hadn't been going well, and keeping to a plant based diet was hard seeing as they didn't know what was safe to eat and what wasn't. Even if Neville was the person to go to when dealing with plants, his knowledge of muggle plants were severely lacking as opposed to their magical counterparts.

With little else to go on they raided what stores they came across after putting expansion runes and preservation, along with feather light, spells on their bags to keep any food they find as fresh as they found it. Neville stuck mostly to books to grab for any information they could need while Luna gathered fabrics and other such things. Harry gathered food and other miscellaneous or muggle things. Soon enough between the three of them they were a walking Alley with how many things they had gotten. The three had raided potion stores, the menageries, odd shops, and stationary shops. Harry had been keep an everyday record of things since the virus hit. Just in case.

Harry ended up having to drag the two magicals into different muggle shops after raiding the Alleys to get basic things like cookware, utensils, and other odds and ends that they could easily multiply with a spell. He even took them to a muggle library to get books on different things they would need to know. It was kind of cool, really, to see how similar but different the two worlds were.

"I think we should make a shelter somewhere. A permanent one," Luna said one day a couple of months after the great Alley raid they did, "away from England."

"Away from England?" Neville asked, hiking the bag he carried higher onto his shoulder, "Why away from England?"

"I've always wanted to go to America," Luna said, "and England is getting pretty scary. Has been scary for most of our lives. We should get a fresh start! Away from the bad memories and as far away from the mutated as possible!"

"How do we know that America is any better?" Harry asked as he stopped walking to look at her.

"I've always heard the magic in America is different than the magic here," Luna replied, "It's more free there, wild, protective, and sentient. Father always said it was like getting a warm, and much needed, hug every time he went there. The magic there won't let the dead mutate like it has here. Englands' magic has been corrupted and rotten for far too long. If we stay here, we die here. I've seen it."

"Then we go!" Neville said with a bit of a forced pep to his walk as he started going once more making the other two jog for a moment to catch up, "We trust you, Luna. If you say it's bad to stay here, then we go. We'll find a way to America!"

"Of course!" Harry nodded in agreement, "I've never got to travel outside of England. I'm a bit excited now! Give me two days of not using any magic and I can make us a portkey, but my question is, where do we go?"

"I hear Georgia is a great place this time of year!" Luna said with a glint in her eye, "I'm sure we can look in one of the books we took to find some co-ordinates for the portkey."

"Perfect! We have a-" Neville stopped speaking as a Bloated stumbled out of the trees a few yards in front of them. Trailing just behind it were a few Spiders, one of which jumped down from one of the trees, and something none of them had seen before. It was tall, much taller than the Bloater that was already close to seven feet tall. It's overall body was the opposite of the other dead beings. It was covered in thick muscles and its mouth filled with fangs, two of which were large enough that it couldn't close its mouth all the way. From one side under its regular arm it had another arm, skinny in a way that made it look emaciated compared to the rest of its body, with only four clawed fingers at the end.

"What the fuck?!" Harry whispered incredulously as he felt fear that he hadn't felt since he faced off against Voldemort fill him. Harry reached forward with one hand to grab onto Neville as he reached out with his other hand to grab Luna. He may not have enough magic to portkey them away, but he had enough for at least apparition. He would use everything in him to get them away safely. Harry could feel the tension rolling off his friends in waves as the most frightening hoard they have ever come across turn towards them. One of the Spiders' heads tilted as another scurried along the ground getting closer to them. The Bloated let out a bellow, a ghastly wet sound, that made Harry want to vomit.

"Harry, Luna" he heard Neville say as the three watched the Spiders, the Bloated, and the new mutated start their sprint towards them, "I love you. I always have and always will. Please watch over each other."

"Neville, no!" Luna yelled out and Harry felt Neville start to move out of his grip to stand in front of them as if to protect them. Without another thought Harry tugged Luna closer to him as he lunged to wrap an arm around Nevilles' waist. The skittering and thunderous steps of the dead coming closer made his heart pound and his magic to spark dangerously. Harry, being shorter than Neville, didn't see that the new mutated dead was a mere inch away from clawing out Nevilles' face before his magic whisked them away in a dizzying spiral.

His vision danced as they came to a stop and all Harry could think about as he passed out was if Neville and Luna were okay.