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: Sorry this took so long, but I finally had some inspiration for it! For those returning Nuggies wondering where certain creatures that were in the original fic, don't worry they will make a comeback! Also please be aware I do have a discord! the link is posted on Ao3 as FFN doesn't like links of any sort.

Enjoy!

A cough forced itself out of his dry throat signaling to those around him that Harry was awake. His mouth was cotton dry, his body ached, and what frightened him the most was not being able to feel his magic under his skin. Harry forced his eyes open as he heard a noise coming from beside him, but it was just Luna holding a canteen of water. Once it was placed at his cracked lips he greedily, but slowly, had his fill of the clean cool water, relieved that it soothed his throat and mouth for the moment.

Harry felt a set of hands helping him sit up when he started to get his bearings and tried to do it on his own. Turning his head he saw Neville with his kind and gentle smile and with relief filling his honey brown eyes. Harry turned slightly and buried his face into Nevilles' chest, tears of relief blurred his vision, but he refused to let them fall. He felt a small hand on his back, rubbing in small circles, a kind gesture that helped him start to calm down.

"I thought you were dead," Harry confessed, voice cracking, and body shaking, "I didn't think I was going to be fast enough to move. You damn idiot! What was going through your mind to do that?!"

"I was thinking at the time, that my brother and my girlfriend were in trouble," Neville said softly, his chest rumbling as he spoke, "and that I would do anything to see the both of you safe. Even if it meant I would die."

"Just don't do it again," Harry asked, a hint of desperation in his voice, "What happened after? I pretty much passed out when we landed."

"You apparated us," Luna said and the slight shuffling noise let Harry know she was moving to a better spot to see them.

"I know that," Harry replied, "but where did we end up? And why can't I feel my magic?" Harry let out a soft sigh as he slightly shifted his weight as his leg felt like it was going numb from sitting on it. Looking around Harry could see that they were in a run down building, but more specifically a bedroom. There was a large hole on the floor on the opposite side of the room and the flora of the place had already started reclaiming what was once theirs.

"I don't know how you did it, Harry, but you managed to apparate us to America," Neville said with a slight chuckle, "You depleted your magical core to the point that we both were sure you were going to die. You've been out for a week now and your fever only broke yesterday."

"A week?!" Harry exclaimed as he looked at Neville with wide eyes, "Wait… I apparated over the pond? Isn't that supposed to be impossible?"

"Yeah," Neville said with a nod and a cheeky grin. Harry just stared at the two with wide eyes until the realization kicked in.

"Merlins' hairy ball sack," Harry muttered and ignored Nevilles' roaring laughter and Lunas' soft giggle, "So what now?"

"We find a safer place to call our own," Luna said as she looked back and forth between the two teens before her. Her eyes were glassy, voice airy, and Harry could see magic swirling in her eyes. "We need to build a sanctuary. Not just for us, but for other humans, magical and muggle alike. As well as any creatures that come across us."

Harry nodded as he carefully began to stand up with Nevilles' help, and when he was sure footed, bag on his shoulder, he led the way out of the building they were in, ready for their next chapter in this insane adventure.

They still hadn't been able to pinpoint where they had landed, but the one thing they did notice was how hot and humid the weather was. And the mosquitoes. Harry hated the mosquitoes. They had been walking for several days now, and Harry was already feeling stronger than the first day he woke up, but he was still a long ways from being fully magically filled up.

The other thing they noticed was the dead. The first time they had heard the dead nearly gave them heart attacks, but the dead were just normal Walkers. Not a Mutated in sight, and hopefully there never will be. Luna had been right when she said the magic in America felt protective, and Harry was sure it was why the Walkers generally ignored them unless they brought their attention to themselves. On the second day of them walking Harry was sure he would have died as a Walker came closer to him, but it merely walked passed.

The three magicals, as they picked a direction and just kept walking, raided any store they came across. With the help of Luna, the ever smart and helpful Ravenclaw she was, had charmed their bags to be lightweight and have more room than ever. Of course the lightweight charm needed to be recast every few hours, they had found out during their raiding days in England, but Luna said she knew the runes for a more permanent solution and would sew the runes on when they stopped for the night.

Harry stuck to mostly finding the muggle items again he knew would help them like the solar powered generator he had found in the back of a store and various cookware as he was the only one to really cook between the three of them. Neville, in his deep love for anything dealing with the earth and new knowledge from reading the books they had gotten in England, stuck to looking for seeds, bulbs, gardening tools, and such and was absolutely delighted when Harry showed him UVB and LED lights that could hep plants grow indoors. Luna took to taking any kind of books she could get her hands on as well as any sewing, crocheting, and knitting as she enjoyed doing such things whenever she could to expand the stock she already had. The three also took anything that caught their eyes like clothing, bedding, any food still within date as they didn't want to get sick eating older food.

As they walked and raided the three planned.

It was Neville who brought up that they would need a lot of land to build something like a sanctuary, even a basic one that they could expand on. So with that in mind the three poured over a torn and dirtied map of the United States to find a place they could call their own. They narrowed their choices down to a few but decided to wait to apparate over, as Harry's magic was still very low. They noted down coordinates of the places they were interested in and made plans to hopefully head that way soon.

"How about we head to one of the Magical Alleys?" Luna asked after Neville folded the map and tucked it away in his pants pocket. The two older boys looked at Luna with confusion making the blonde let out a soft sigh.

"Did you really think we were the only ones to have Magical Alleys? The USA has a total of seven of them simply because of how large the country is," Luna said, "We're actually really close to one called Raven's Way, if we are where I think we are. Daddy told me about it when he went looking for Horned Banders with Mum!"

The two boys let Luna lead the way since she thought she knew where they were while Neville questioned his girlfriend about these Horned Banders. Harry walked behind the two, mostly to keep watch of their surroundings, and felt familial love for the two as well as a bit of envy. The two were soulmates, two beings that were made for each other, and on top of that were magically compatible. Ever since Neville had explained what soulmates were in their third year, Harry longed for his own soulmate, to have someone that loved him unconditionally, but now the world ended and so many people have passed he was sure his own soulmate, whoever they were, was long passed. At least he had Neville and Luna by his side.

"Harry?"

The teen looked up to see that he had unconsciously stopped on the path and that Neville and Luna were two meters ahead of him. He reassured the two that he was okay when he caught up to them and smiled softly as Neville took his hand while Luna gripped his shirt. He knew that they were afraid of losing him as much as he was afraid of losing them.

"This way!" Luna said, she shone brightly at having remembered what her father had told her about where to find it.

"Why is it always a bar, tavern, or pub?" Harry asked a bit amused as the three entered a building that had a faded 'Golden Goblet' sign creakily hanging on a rusted chain above the door.

"I haven't the faintest of clues," Neville said as he closed the door firmly behind him. The three stood there for a moment, just listening for any sign of the dead, before they started to walk around once they didn't hear anything. The dead weren't silent, they always made noise from the way they were always on the move or the groaning they made. Which always ticked Harry's curiosity meter. How did they make noise when they didn't breathe? After all noise and speaking was made from the air coming up from the lungs to vibrate the voice box, it was just how they speak. With the dead not needing to breathe, then why did they make so much guttural noises?

"Any thoughts on how to get into the Alley?" Harry asked as he turned from a dust covered painting he had been admiring.

"I know Tom had instructions written down on parchment under the register," Neville said, "it was for when he had to leave the counter and needed one of his employees to take over for him. You know, just in case a muggleborn and their muggle parents came into the pub to get to the alley and didn't know how to open the entry, whoever manned the counter was able to do it themselves. Maybe they did the same here."

Harry, who was closest to the counter, walked to the register and peered at it for a moment, studying it before cautiously reaching down to press a button. He jumped a bit as the drawer quickly released and ejected towards him. Inside were galleons, knuts, and sickles along with a few notes that had payment forms like a muggle check. Harry reached in and took out the insert that held the coins to see a paper underneath it.

On the paper was a faded drawing of some barrels with numbers and symbols etched into the wood. Harry hummed as he put the paper back, having already memorized the numbers, and made his way to the only door for the public. Inside of the room were four barrels like in the drawing. Taking his wand out he rapped the tip of it against the barrels in order.

"Five taps right, two taps left, nine taps middle, and three taps back," Harry murmured to himself as he finished the last three taps. The stone beside them groaned and started to move like their own entry into Diagon Alley revealing the mouth of the Alley before them. Harry cautiously led the way, unsure if there were any dead beyond the entry, but as the three ventured forward it was clear that the Alley was completely void of any beings. Even the doors to the Alley's Gringotts were open, baring its inner chambers open to everyone. Trash littered the cobbled street along with broken glass and foliage trying to reclaim what was once theirs.

"It's quiet," Neville whispered and he was right. It was quiet, not even wind blew in the Alley.

"The air feels heavy," Luna said, "Like the magic here is mourning."

Harry nodded as he led the way further down the street. The first few stores held nothing of value, their shelves were empty, and rooms they held even more so. Luna left the group, with a promise to call out if she were in trouble, to go into a store that had books and other items. Neville went into the apothecary even though he wasn't the best in potions he was the best in determining if the plants in there were still usable. Harry kept going down further into the Alley. He passed empty store after empty store until he was a few stores away from Gringotts. He looked to the left where a wand shop was to see boxes lining shelves with quite a few of them open and empty while others still had their wands, then he looked to the right where there was a menagerie. The windows were broken and its door hung onto its frame on one hinge.

Harry turned left first to go into the wand shop. He didn't want to venture into the menagerie and potentially see corpses of animals for the moment so he went with the safer option. Taking his bag off his shoulders he opened it up to grab one of the empty shrunken trunks within to put the wand shop items into. He held onto a bit of hope as he carefully placed each wand in the trunk that one day, after setting up their sanctuary, that they could find other witches and wizards and the wands he grabbed here today would bind to them.

It was a foolish hope, but it was one he would cling onto.

With the shelves and the back stock rooms empty and into the now shrunken trunk Harry braced himself to head into the store across the street. The wand shop had taken so much time that Luna and Neville had both met him outside of the shop.

"That's the last store that has stuff in it," Harry said as he adjusted the bag on his shoulders, "After checking it out, should we go into Gringotts?"

"No," Neville said as he shook his head, "The Goblins surely have some traps set up. They probably left the doors open as a false 'vulnerability' so people would venture in, either in curiosity or in maliciousness, and then capture them. To do what with, well I don't want to know."

"Fair," Harry said with a small nod, "Well let's get going into the menagerie then. There may be food or special care guides for any creature we come across. We should get prepared for that."

"Right! None of us are Magizoologists," Luna said, "It would be bad if we got a creature in need of healing, but don't know how to do it. Maybe there are some veterinary texts in the back."

Harry nodded and once again led the way across the street. His boots made sure he didn't slip on the glass that laid on the ground as he entered the building and he turned to make sure Luna, who was right behind him, didn't slip as she walked over the glass too. Turning to look into the shop, after everyone was in, he was met with what he had feared. Sitting in tanks and cages were several still bodies of various animals. Frogs, Toads, Snakes, Kneazles, Crups, Rats, Owls and so on laid bare in their tanks.

"It's so sad," Luna said, her eyes were glassy with unshed tears as she looked around, "No one thought to release them when the world ended even though on any other day these creatures would have been a forever companion giving their owners unconditional love and even, if necessary, given their own lives to make sure their precious persons lived."

Harry took in a deep shaky breath as he thought about his Hedwig, his ever loyal owl. Harry saw out of the corner of his eye that Neville was rubbing Luna's back and gave her a kiss on the top of her head. She too had lost her cat, Snickles, not long before the final battle at Hogwarts during his sixth year while Nevilles' toad Trevor had just vanished one day during their fifth year.

After taking a moment to gather themselves the three branched off from the entry way. The store was surprisingly big on the inside and seemed to stretch on the further they walked in. Harry walked along the snake section, peering into tanks and being met with either empty ones or ones with dead snakes curled up looking as if they were merely asleep. He was about halfway through the tanks when he came across one with eggs in it. There were a few that had rot, but surprisingly there were a few that looked in good shape. Reaching in, Harry was surprised to feel that the eggs were still warm and the magic within the tank still hummed with life.

Hestia's Hearthsnake, the tag read. The most likely ancestor of the Ashwinder snake, it burns fiercely and grows no longer than two feet. Their diet consists of any meat it can easily swallow. The incubation time for their eggs was two years and if the date on the tag was correct, the eggs inside should hatch within the next couple of months.

Carefully Harry transferred the eggs into a smaller tank with similar magic attached to it before casting a charm on the tank to keep it stable so the eggs won't roll around. There was another tank beside it holding more good eggs, East Asian Ashwinder its tag said, and so he did the same thing as he did with the other eggs. Moving on from the now empty tank, Harry continued on peering into more empty tanks. Finished with the smaller tanks he moved onto the larger tanks on the wall. There were so many snakes he had never heard of. Akelarre, Alicante, Bashe, Beithir, Falak, Lamia Snake, and so many others that these Americans imported into their country. So many tanks that held dead snakes or were just empty.

However there was one tank that had something in it.

The tank was dark, filled with still thriving plants and runes that kept misting the plants in short intervals. Curled up in the center of the tank was a larger, dark and feathered snake. It looked like it was a ball of feathers, and he wouldn't have thought it was a snake if it wasn't for the long tail that hung from the feathered mass. The creature within was still breathing, if the slight movements of the feathers told Harry anything.

"So hungry."

The Parseltongue, muffled as it was, was clear as day to Harry if only a bit accented. Harry looked at the tag but didn't even want to try to sound out the name. His foot, as he took a step closer to the tank, kicked an opened and empty tin can making significant noise in the quiet hum of magic around them. The sudden noise caused the snake within the tank to rear up, large feathered wings cramped in the space, trying to open up as far as they could to seem intimidating.

If only an emaciated snake could be intimidating. Dark scales were sunk in along the underbelly, and the inner feathers of the wings were crooked, broken, and there were a few even missing. Gleaming black fangs, glistening with venom, greeted Harry as he looked up towards the snakes' face. Starting at the center of the forehead of the snake were feathers that grew between scales and raced down its neck like a lion's mane. The feathers continued down until it was halfway down its body, but it only covered the back of the snake and left its underside bare of them.

"Insolent human! I should break this glass between us and eat you!" the snake hissed in ferocity. Its wings and tail twitched as if the snake were really going to do it.

"Calm great one," Harry hissed back in slight amusement, "I'm here to get you out, will you promise me to not harm me or those I'm with when I do?" Harry stood still as dark eyes looked him up and down and the teen could just barely not react to it. It felt as though Snape was looking at him.

"Very well, anything to get out of this tank. I have been locked up too long and without even a morsel of food!" the snake hissed in displeasure and Harry quickly unlocked the tank to let the snake out. He held his arm out for the snake, and did his best not to wince as he felt just how skinny the creature was.

"May I know your name?" Harry asked once the snake settled around his shoulders to gather the warmth he let off.

"The human that put me in the tank once called me Aragorn, so perhaps that is my name," Aragorn hissed out as it peered around, "It has been a long time since I have been out of the tank, tell me human, what has happened? Why was there no one taking care of us?"

Harry sighed softly as he explained what had happened in the last year since the virus struck, and the snake had given him some information that it could about what he had seen from his tank. Harry learned that the species the snake was is called Quetzalcoatl, which originated somewhere in the southern countries under the United States.

"I was specially bred," Aragorn hissed as Harry walked away from the tanks, now that he had seen they were all empty, "Normally those of my kind are all colorful and pompous about it, but my dame only wanted hatchlings like she was. She was very meticulous when she chose my sire. I was the only one of my nest mates to be the same as our dame though she did have a few in other matings after she had me."

"Oh?" Harry replied as Aragorn continued on about his life story. Soon enough after putting a few bags of food and other things he had found in his bag the two met up with Neville and Luna. The two also held creatures in their arms. Luna held a cat-like creature with fur as bright as Luna's hair and eyes as dark as Aragorn's feathers. The feline had pointed ears and a very long tail, and if the size of the paws were any indication then the feline still had room to grow.

Neville held a bear, still a cub, but still a bear.

"A bear?!" Harry exclaimed as he stared at the bear. It was a decent size cub, looked like it would have weighed easily fifty pounds, but Neville was holding it as if it weighed five.

"Yeah! This little guy was tucked away in the back, in the exotics section of the store," Neville said as he scratched the bear under his chin, "it was tucked away in stasis, surprisingly, but I'm not surprised seeing as it's a Thunder Bear cub, I've decided to name him Torben."

"What's a Thunder Bear?" Harry asked as he felt Aragorn shift on his shoulders.

"A cross breed between a Storm Bear and a Sun Bear," Neville said, "At least that's what the placard said. He's going to grow so big and strong, aren't you?" Harry watched in amusement as Neville, the big strong Gryffindor, started to baby talk the cub as if it actually understood him.

"And who is this, Luna?" Harry asked as the feline stared at him from her arms.

"I've named her Artemis," Luna replied, a small sad smile graced he face, but her eyes shone love as she looked down at the cat, "She's a Matagot. A feline species that were thought to be the ancestors of the common kneazle, but after some study it showed that they were more like cousins of the kneazle than an ancestor."

"This is Aragorn," Harry said to introduce his own companion, "He's a Melanistic Quetzalcoatl, the store keeper named him."

"If we're finished here, how about we leave the Alley?" Neville suggested now that he was finished baby talking the cub in his arms, "I'm sure all three of these guys need a good meal and there's nothing left here for us or them."

"Sure," Harry and Luna said at the same time and cracked a smile in amusement from it.

"Let's go find a place to call ours," Harry said softly in a bit of reverence in hope of finding a place to finally call home.