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Ongoing Path Chapter 119a The Walking Dead Verse Rev 0
🕑 Added 2025-02-02 15:19:09 +0000 UTCThe Ongoing Path – The Walking Dead Universe
By Stargatesg1fan1
Disclaimer: I own nothing of any recognized universes or characters within.
Women Bonded to Harry in This Verse-
Lori Grimes Potter is played by Sarah Wayne Callies
Maggie Greene is played by Lauren Cohan
Andrea Harrison is played by Laurie Holden
Rosita Espinosa is played by Christian Serratos
Hermione Granger is played by Emma Watson
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Harry Potter woke up feeling energized, more energized than he had felt in over a decade. Immediately he realized what was different. He could feel his magic. It was like a star burning inside of him waiting to be unleashed. He sat up and realized he was in a hospital room. He had vague memories of his partner, Shane Walsh, bringing him a vase of flowers. The flowers were still on the side table. But they were wilted to show they had died. Harry sat up and began walking out of his hospital room. It only took him a few moments of looking around to realize something was horribly wrong.
The hospital corridors were deserted on emergency lighting in some cases. There were bullet holes in the wall. One corridor had the corpse of a woman who looked like she had been torn apart. Harry was familiar with the carnage but hoped he was wrong. The presence of his magic suggested he was not wrong. It was writing on a set of chained shut double doors that confirmed Harry’s worst fears.
Don’t Open Dead Inside
The muggle inferi behind the door sensed Harry’s presence and reached out from between the opening the chains allowed. Harry immediately turned and strode out of the hospital. In the back he found a courtyard filled with corpses all who had been punctured through the brain to put them down. When he climbed the hillside next to the hospital he found a helicopter and a triage camp. There were signs of a brief but brutal fight that had taken place. Harry immediately apparated to the storage locker where he kept his trunk. He opened the storage unit and went inside. He laid his hand upon the top of the trunk. After it recognized his magical signature, the trunk lock clicked open. Inside was a ladder. Harry climbed down into it.
The ladder lead down into a corridor with over a dozen rooms branching off of it. Within some of those rooms there were more corridors. The trunk had been the master work of a Diagon Alley wand crafter David Carpenter. According to the notes Harry had found, Carpenter had been adding to the trunk for decades before he was killed. Harry hadn’t had time to explore all of the trunks secrets. He had only taken a brief glance at the trunk’s manual before putting it to use.
When Harry was younger he had fought Lord Voldemort originally born Tom Riddle. Riddle had created an end-game weapon designed to bring down his opponents and steal their strength for himself. There was a reason that Voldemort was said to be the most feared dark lord in history. He was a genius. He had his legilimency to rip the knowledge of muggle biological warfare from the minds of several scientists. He combined that new knowledge with his own knowledge to create a virus which sapped magical energy from its victims transferring the sapped energy to the controller of the virus. With this weapon Riddle had wiped out the light side in very short order which included Harry’s friends. Riddle used inferi hordes to transfer the virus.
After finishing with most of magical Britain, Riddle had sent the inferi hordes after the magicals of other countries. He had been thorough. All magical nations were drawn into a war that was barely contained from the muggles. The goblins had not been spared either. Harry had been bitten by an inferi. The virus had ravaged his system. He had been stronger than anyone had realized, the strongest wizard alive. Harry had managed to take out Riddle before his magic was sapped too low. But it had taken him too long. The magicals were all gone. When Riddle had died the inferi hordes had begun to rampage. Through the scar connection he shared with Riddle, Harry received small bits of knowledge about the virus. Using this, Harry was able to craft a ritual which allowed him some control over the inferi hordes. A massive amount of power had built up in the inferi hordes. Harry used that energy to de-animate the inferi hordes before they could spill into the muggle world. He had been able to sense the connection with the de-animated inferi severing. But he was also able to tell that the virus was still active in the background magic of the world. He felt the virus lashing out trying to animate other dead corpses. He knew he wouldn’t be able to fight it for long.
So, he used his power to loot Diagon Alley and other magical locations like it throughout the world. He looted the Gringotts branches. He raided the great libraries of the magical world. Everything was stored within his trunk. He then sealed up all of the magical places so that only he would be able to enter them. He built himself a glamor charm wrist-band that used runes. He built a few other runic items he wouldn’t have to use active magic to use. Then he locked down his magical powers with binding so strong he only had the barest sense that he even still had a magical core. This was because the virus was now tied to him. With his magic suppressed the virus hopefully wouldn’t be able to connect with anything. Some of the tools Harry had built were rune-based instruments that allowed him to study the virus a little. He was able to discern that the virus existed in the higher dimension where magic originated from. But it also existed in another dimension where it stored the stolen energy. Harry theorized he would be able to tap into this great store of energy. But to do so would most likely re-awaken the virus. So, he never touched it. After finding himself essentially a squib, Harry moved to the United States. England held too many memories for him to stay.
He took on the new identity of Rick Grimes. He got married to a beautiful woman named Lori. Together they had a son named Carl. Harry was able to use some of the gems in his vast storehouse of riches to make sure he and his family were comfortable. The enchantments on the goblin galleons wouldn’t let him melt them down. He had been working on a runic solution to allow him to bypass the enchantments. But he hadn’t quite gotten there. He was maybe 95% of the way there. He had been working part time as a sheriff’s deputy. The rest of his time was spent with his family and attending college classes to study anything that caught his fancy. As he finished showering and cleaning up in his trunk, Harry remembered that fateful day when he had gotten shot. He remembered passing out.
“I must have been in a coma. My magic broke the bindings and healed me. The virus awakened,” Harry concluded to himself.
He was horrified by what had happened. In his coma the world around him had burned. The only question is how much of it had burned. After getting cleaned up, dressed, and retrieving the sword of Gryffindor, Harry left his trunk. He shrunk it down and put it in his pocket. He then apparated home. He looked around and determined that Lori and Carl had packed up some belongings including family photos.
“They’re probably alive then,” Harry thought. “I need some information.”
He went outside and started walking. It only took him until the end of the street to find a living person. A man peered out the window of one of his neighbor’s houses. Harry was casually slaughtering any inferi that got too close with a flick of his sword. He could feel the extra energy of the curse flowing into him, making him far stronger than he normally would be. Harry wasn’t sure how much of it was the inferi curse and how much was because he was the master of death. In his quest to defeat Riddle he had united all three of the legendary deathly hallows. When he had done so, they vanished into him. He didn’t need a wand to work magic. He also didn’t need his invisibility cloak to turn invisible at will. He walked up to the house where the man was located to find the man had come to the door.
“Who are you?” Morgan asked.
“My name is Rick,” Harry said. “You’re not the Drakes. This is their house.”
“It was abandoned when I found it,” Morgan admitted. “I’m Morgan. My son is Duane.”
“It’s nice to see another living person under the circumstances,” Harry said. Another walker came up on the porch. Harry destroyed it. “Do you mind if we talk inside?”
“Sure,” Mogan said. “Come in.”
Harry got an update on the situation from Morgan. The outbreak had happened about 4 to 5 weeks ago. The passage of days didn’t seem to hold as much meaning for the survivors like Morgan. That means Harry had been in a coma for 4 to 5 weeks. Harry got to know Morgan Jones and his son a bit. He quickly determined they were decent people. It was getting late. So, Harry stayed the night with the Jones men. Then the next day he took them to the sheriff’s station where they got to experience a hot shower for the first time in a long while. Harry loaded up supplies in a police car and headed towards Atlanta where Morgan had told him a refugee center was located. Morgan had been heading there himself when his wife had died.
Before he left town Harry snuck back to Morgan’s house invisibly and erected a ward which would keep the inferi away. He also placed Morgan’s deceased wife Keisha into a stasis charm. It wouldn’t cure her. But it would keep her in stasis indefinitely, prevent any decay, in case a cure could be found someday. Harry placed her in a transfigured tomb beneath the ground in the yard of the house the Jones were staying in.
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Every single car he passed Harry had made it a practice to take a few moments to transfer its fuel into a gas can he had charmed bottomless. A simple switching spell was all that was required. Harry drove up to the car, paused for a few moments, and then moved on.
When he made it into Atlanta he initially found the streets empty with only a few walkers, what Morgan had called the inferi, here and there. He noticed a helicopter flying overhead. Then Harry hit his first horde. There had to be a couple of hundred of them clogging the street. He was about to reach out to try to take control of them to see if he still had that ability when he sensed he was not alone. There was a young man watching from a nearby building on a fire escape. He instead abandoned his vehicle and ran into an alley and jumped onto the fire escape.
“You’re going to lead them my way,” Glenn said in alarm.
“Maybe not,” Harry said. “Keep your voice down.”
Just then what looked like an RC car with a loud noisemaker on it raced away from his police car. It was actually an enchanted decoy. The walker horde followed the decoy for a short time until it crashed.
“Well that was handy,” Glenn said.
Harry began climbing up the fire escape ladder to the top of the very tall building. Glenn followed him. Once they made it to the roof they paused.
“My name is Rick,” Harry said as he held out his hand to shake.
“Glenn,” Glenn replied while shaking the hand. “What the hell were you doing driving in like that?”
“I didn’t realize the city would be overrun,” Harry admitted. “I was told there was a refugee camp here. I came looking for my wife and son.”
“There used to be a camp. But that is old news,” Glenn admitted. “Come on. I came with a group.”
Harry followed Glenn back to the group. Glenn had a radio he used to contact them. There were a few walkers in the alley outside the side door to the department store the group was in. Harry used his sword to make quick work of them. As soon as they were inside a blonde woman pushed Harry back into a table and pointed a gun at him.
“Son of a bitch, we ought to kill you,” Andrea said.
Before Andrea knew it her gun was out of her hands and she was on her back dazed as hell. Harry was on top of her with her gun aimed at her.
“If you ever point a gun at me again it is the last thing you’ll ever do,” Harry warned before laying her gun down and getting off of her.
“Was that karate?” Glenn asked.
“Yes. I know quite a bit of Martial Arts,” Harry said.
“He stirred up the walkers,” Andrea said.
“Maybe it isn’t that bad. Let’s go up top and see what the situation is,” Jacqui advised.
“She isn’t wrong,” Morales agreed.
Harry learned names as they walked up to the roof of the building. They heard shots going off as they went up.
“That asshole,” Andrea swore.
“Well if there weren’t a whole swarm of them before there will be now,” Glenn said.
“Hey Dixon, are you fucking crazy. Stop attracting them,” Morales shouted at the asshole with a rifle that was shooting walkers.
“Hey, you ought to be more polite to a man with a gun,” Merle Dixon said after he stopped shooting.
“Man you wasting bullets we ain’t even got,” Irone who went by T-Dog, shouted as he jumped off a walkway. “And you bring them all down here on our ass man.”
“It’s enough I got this taco vendor on my ass all day,” Merle said as he nodded to Morales. “Now I’m going to take orders from you. I don’t think so, bro. That’ll be the day.”
“That’ll be the day,” T-Dog said. “You got something you want to tell me.”
“Hey T-Dog, just leave it,” Morales said.
“No,” T-Dog said.
“It ain’t worth it,” Morales said.
“You want to know the day. It’s the day I take orders from a N*****,” Merle said.
T-Dog attacked Merle. Merle quickly began beating T-Dog. Harry stepped in and in short order had Merle on the ground handcuffed to a steel clamp. The clamp was securing some piping to the roof.
“Who the fuck are you?” Merle demanded.
“You can call me officer friendly. Look here Merle. Things are different now. There are no N***** anymore. No dumb as shit white trash fools either. This group would obviously be better off without your company. I think you need a time out. So here is what is going to happen. This group and I are going to get the hell out of here. When we go I’m going to give you that hacksaw there. If I see you again and you make trouble I’ll cut your fucking head off,” Harry said as he pointed to the sword hilt sticking over his shoulder.
“How the hell do we get out of here with all those walkers down here?” Andrea asked.
Harry went over to his backpack he had been lugging around and pulled out a drone he had made.
“This drone is called the blue beetle. I made it. I can control it remotely with this remote. It is capable of making a very loud distracting noise. I’ll get the horde to follow it. As soon as they move off, we’ll get the hell out of the city. I can turn off the noise when we are safely away and have it fly back to me. We’ll have to be quick because it doesn’t have a tremendous flight time,” Harry explained.
“Who the hell are you?” Andrea asked in surprise.
“A very smart individual. Let’s get moving,” Harry said. “Daylight is burning.”
There was a bucket of tools nearby. Harry rigged up a few things so that the hacksaw would be dropped near Merle after a quick acid Harry whipped up burned through a rope. At least that is how it appeared to others. Really he did a wandless cutting charm that came with a time delay. They moved down to the entrance of the side alley of the building. Harry released the blue beetle. The drone immediately began letting out a loud piercing horn as it flew over a bus barricading the alley. The drone flew slow enough hovering over the walker horde and began leading them off. It was only a few minutes until the horde was gone. Harry even had the group unload the supplies in his cruiser before they left Atlanta. They took a box truck hotwired from the edge of the city.
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Harry chatted with Morales who rode in the passenger seat on the drive back to their camp. This was how he learned that Merle had a brother Daryl. Daryl was a superb hunter and therefore valuable to the group. Merle’s personality was abrasive beyond the point of working with the group. Harry was quite glad he had imbued a cutting charm into the hacksaw blade. Merle would be able to cut through the cuff links like butter.
The group had set up camp above an old rock quarry filled with water. When Harry pulled the box truck to a stop, he got out. It took him moments to spot Lori and Carl. He also spotted Shane. Then all of them saw him.
“Dad…Dad,” Carl shouted and ran for him.
Harry wrapped Carl into a hug as Lori ran up to them as well. Lori looked stunned like she had seen a ghost. Harry had not had active Legilimency at any other point when he had known his wife. He did now. As soon as he saw the expression on her face he picked up on her surface thoughts. He knew.
“Shane told me he died,” Lori’s thoughts screamed at Harry. “That asshole slept with me. Did…did he tell me Rick died just to get in my pants?”
Harry didn’t let his anger show on his face. Instead he wrapped Lori and Carl in a hug.
“It’s been five weeks and she is already sleeping with another man. Well she thought I was dead. I’m sure emotions have been running high. And she is a very sensual woman,” Harry thought. “That doesn’t mean she gets off that easily.” Then Harry’s magic sensed it. Lori was very recently pregnant. It was maybe conceived a couple of days ago. Harry lashed out with his magic and terminated the pregnancy. Lori didn’t feel a thing. “Yeah, not fucking happening,” Harry thought to himself.
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Later That Night Around the Campfire
“How did you feel waking up in the hospital like that into this shit show?” Andrea asked.
“Pretty fucking disoriented. But I had some advantages,” Harry answered.
“What do you mean?” Morales asked.
“I don’t want anyone to be alarmed. But I think the virus had an effect on me when I was in that coma. I wasn’t bitten or anything. But I don’t know how else to explain this effect,” Harry said. He stood up and retrieved his sword which was nearby. He walked over to a tree not too far away which was maybe 8 inches thick. A single swing of the sword cleaved through the tree like it was butter. The tree fell away from the campfire as Harry re-sheathed his sword and Harry walked back towards the fire. Into the silence as the others stared at Harry with amazement and awe he said, “It isn’t just the greater strength. I have so much stamina. I’m faster. I’m full of energy.”
Andrea broke the silence and quipped, “Lucky Lori.”
That seemed to break the tension a little bit.
“How is this possible?” Lori asked her husband.
Lori knew he had read up on viruses. Her husband was brilliant. He read up on a lot of things and studied whatever he wanted to study.
“The only thing I can figure is the virus caused some sort of mutation of my genetics. But I just don’t know. We have no clue how this virus works,” Harry said.
“And there have been no negative side effects?” Jacqui asked.
“None,” Harry confirmed.
“It’s a strange new world we live in,” Dale Horvath, an older member of the group said.
Dale was one of the older people to survive the outbreak.
“When things started to get really bad, they told me at the hospital that you and the other patients were going to be medevacked to Atlanta,” Lori explained.
“That hospital looked like a warzone. They were overrun,” Harry said.
“I barely got them out,” Shane said while looking down.
“I’m very grateful Shane. Thank you,” Harry said.
And it was true that Harry had a measure of gratitude towards Shane for making sure Lori and Carl were alright, even if it was because Shane wanted Lori to himself. Harry was considering letting Shane live for that reason. Shane simply nodded.
Just then the crackle of another log being added to a nearby campfire was heard interrupting the silence.
“You want to re-think that log Ed,” Shane called.
“It’s cold,” Ed said.
“Cold don’t change the rules does it,” Shane said. “We keep our fires low, just embers, so we can’t be seen from a distance right.”
And that was another reason to keep Shane breathing. The man knew how to survive.
“I said it’s cold,” Ed replied. “Why don’t you mind your own business for once.”
Ed was an idiot who didn’t realize the world had changed. He was no longer a big dog. And his stupid survival decisions impacted the group. Shane got up and walked over to Ed.
“Ed, you sure you want to have this conversation, man,” Shane said.
“Go on, pull the damn thing out,” Ed said to Carol, Ed’s girlfriend.
Harry could already tell without even using his legilimency that Ed was an abusive boyfriend. There would be problems with Ed in the future.
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Later that Night in the Grimes Tent
“You sleep tight Carl. I’m here now,” Harry told his son.
“I love you Dad,” Carl said.
“I love you too,” Harry replied.
Harry could even then sense that Carl’s magic had awakened. He hadn’t been able to sense it before with his own magic suppressed. Carl was twelve. If he had been living in Britain before the fall of Voldemort, he would have gotten a Hogwarts letter by now. Harry knew at some point he would need to start training his son. Harry came over to Lori after putting Carl in a deep sleep using his magic.
“Baby, I’m so sorry for all I said. I’m sorry I got angry at you. I’m sorry about the words I said. I’m sorry,” Lori whispered with tears in her eyes.
Harry settled down next to her and kissed her.
“It’s alright,” Harry said. “I understand. We were in a troubled spot in our marriage and then shit hit the fan. That advice we heard when we first got married about never going to bed angry, about never parting angry, is easier said than done. Let’s consider that in the past,” Harry said before he kissed her again. “I love you,” He said.
“I love you,” Lori replied in between kisses.
Things quickly turned heated.
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Lori was ravenous with need as she tugged on his dick several times while wrapping her legs around him. She guided the tip of his prick to her gash and then pulled down with her legs drawing his shaft into her womanly sleeve. Harry and Lori both moaned approvingly as he was buried balls-deep into her sex. It felt so good to be inside of her and so good for her to have him stretching her with his vitality. They kissed hungrily as he rested there for several heartbeats. Then he began rocking his hips back and forth between her thighs. Her slick insides slid up and down his length as he moved within her. Her kegel muscles clutched at his tool as he worked it to and from her pussy.
“Yes…oh fuck yes,” Lori moaned. “I missed you,” She whispered.
Harry didn’t speak as he pinned his lover to the ground and stared down at her beauty. Sweat clung to her forehead already from the intensity as he claimed her quim for himself. She responded enthusiastically clutching at his arms with her hands and clutching at his prick with her snatch. Her juices coated his manhood to make his passage easier. He leaned back enough that he could see down between them. He watched her meaty lips grasping at his shaft as he drew back before he jabbed his tool back into her sleeve where it belonged. Lori shuddered and gasped his name beneath him before she buried her face in the crook of his neck. He felt her teeth lightly nibbling at the flesh there before she kissed her way up to nibble and suck on his ear while threading her fingers through his hair. Harry never stopped rocking his hips back and forth to pump her pussy with his dick.
Her husband had never felt this big inside of Lori or this vigorous in his need. Sex had been good but never this good. His shaft seared through her insides with a heated energy that seemed to make her feel everything more. The stretching of her cunny felt amazing. She could feel the throbbing of his manhood as it filled her again and again. Each stroke of his shaft into her quim sent a small surge of pleasure shooting out of her vagina and throughout her body settling in her belly as a steadily growing tension she knew would explode at some point. She held on for dear life and sanity as he thrust himself between her thighs and drove her need hotter and higher.
“Oh…oh…yes,” Lori urged. “Fuck me Rick,” She whispered. “Fuck me good.”
Harry slid his knees forward until they touched the bottoms of Lori’s thighs and began driving himself forwards and deeper into Lori’s juicy sleeve. He positioned his upper body in a more upright position. This allowed Harry to get a better look at Lori as she lay there and took his shafting. Her creamy smooth skin glistened lightly with sweat. Moles randomly located along her skin were the only blemishes on her complexion but these simply made her appear more human. Her eyes smoldered with pleasure and desire as she gazed up at him and partially gazed at nothing. He used shear willpower to use send his arcane energy inside of her along with his pre-cum and his dick. Harry imagined he could taste her womanly nectar and feel the flesh of her flower sliding around his tongue as he licked her. Lori moaned deeply as he focused on this and he felt her cunt muscles clenching extra hard upon him. The sight of her soft meaty flesh wrapped around his hard meaty shaft was carnal and made Harry hotter inside. The feeling of her softness moving against his dick, especially his frenulum was something he would never tire of.
Lori felt like she was having her cunny sucked upon and licked at the same time she was receiving the best shafting of her life. The two different sensations enhanced one another and threatened to send her into climax. But the orgasm didn’t quite come. Lori was ok with that. She just wanted to lie there and enjoy her husband’s attentions. She felt his gaze upon her and somehow knew on a primal level just how much he wanted her. She knew he was close to release, close to planting his seed deep into her belly. Lori longed for that…to feel him losing himself completely inside of her and filling her with his cream. Later she would suck his dick and taste that cream directly. But for now she wanted that hot seed in her pussy.
“Fuck I’m close,” Lori thought. “Shit yes…oh fuck that’s so good.”
Lori went silent as she neared her release. Harry simply groaned deeply as he focused on only the sensation of the two of them moving together. Harry simply existed in that moment as he used his wife’s body for his pleasure and gave her pleasure in turn. He could tell she wanted him to cum. Her snatch was growing hotter and wetter the longer he thrust into her. He reached down and cupped her breasts in both hands. He toyed with her nipples using his thumbs while leaning down closer. She leaned up and kissed him, worrying at his bottom lip with her teeth and letting out a hiss of need. As she released his lip he plunged his tongue into her mouth and tasted her tongue. They were both so close. He could feel the deepest parts of her pussy around the tip of his prick as he thrust balls-deep into her core. He felt his testicles slapping off of her butt.
“Cum for me,” Lori whispered after breaking the kiss and bringing her mouth next to his ear. “I want you to cum deep inside of me.”
Lori began to really tighten down with her kegel muscles each time her partner drew out of her. Despite her vaginal grip he pushed and pulled through her resistance. Her fingernails raked along his sides. Her body was awash with heat. Her snatch was vibrating with the need to cum so intense were her feelings. The only thing that could satisfy her urge just then was feeling her man emptying his seed into her womanhood and she meant to have it. She wrapped her legs tightly around him and began pulling her pussy upwards each time he drove down into her. She cried out softly with each thrust and heard the meaty smack, smack, smack sound of her wet pussy hitting his groin distinctly over his groan. There it was. She could feel it. His shaft swelled as he prepared to give her what she wanted. Then he burst inside of her sending surge after surge of hot semen gushing into her pussy. It was like something unwound within her and her climax hit her like she imagined a lightning bolt felt in magnitude. Lori bit down on his shoulder as she kept herself from screaming. She thrashed against him and held on for all she was worth as wave after wave of ecstasy surged out of her vagina as it milked her husband’s dick. His grunts and groans as he spent everything he could inside of her were music to her ears.
Lori held him as he collapsed on top of her and just basked in the intimacy of being with him. Harry had no intention of moving and remained buried inside of his wife. He wasn’t done with her by far.
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The next morning Harry came out of the tent and found his way about camp getting to know how things worked. Shane returned from retrieving water. At one point there was a scream. Harry and the others went running.
“Mom,” Carl shouted from the direction of the scream.
Harry was the fastest runner and the first one on the scene. It was a walker eating a deer. Harry sliced through the walker’s brain and skull in seconds.
“This is the first one we’ve had up here. They never come this far up the mountain,” Dale said.
“Well they’re running out of food in the city,” Jim suggested.
“He’s right. The rules are going to change. Once they start spreading out we are going to see a lot more. We might want to consider moving away from a large city,” Harry said.
Before anymore could be said there was the sound of something moving through the brush. A man came out of the brush with a crossbow. This was Daryl Dixon.
“Son of a bitch. That’s my deer,” Daryl said when he saw the walker had eaten out the neck of his deer which had several crossbow arrows sticking out of it. “I’ve been tracking this deer for miles. Do you think we can cut around this chewed up part?”
“No. The walker virus is likely in it. It isn’t worth the risk,” Harry said.
“Who the hell are you?” Daryl asked.
“The name is Rick Grimes,” Harry replied.
“Well, Rick, then it will have to be squirrel. I got about a dozen or so,” Daryl said. Harry made a note to find any cattle left in the world and deer. He would capture them and put them in his trunk for breeding. The group followed Daryl back to camp. “Merle, get your ugly ass out here,” Daryl shouted as he walked.
“Daryl, slow up a bit. I need to talk to you,” Shane said.
“About what?” Daryl asked.
“About Merle,” Shane said. “There was a problem in Atlanta.”
Daryl glanced at Rick and realized he had two guys on either side of him.
“He dead?” Daryl asked.
“He isn’t,” Harry said. “He got in a fight with T-Dog. He was beating T-Dog. I pulled him off and handcuffed him to a steel bracket on a rooftop. We left him behind after giving him the means to free himself. He was acting as a nasty piece of work.”
Daryl pulled a bowie knife.
“You sure you want to do that?” Harry asked as he drew his sword.
“Fuck,” Daryl swore as he stared at the sword before re-sheathing his bowie knife.
Harry re-sheathed his sword.
“We left him the means to free himself. He made it off the roof,” Harry said assuredly. “Merle will either make his way back here or he will join up with another group. Atlanta and the surrounding area has quite a few groups in it. I did a flyover with my drone before I entered Atlanta.”
“Should we be meeting up with one of these groups?” Morales asked.
“There’s something you all need to understand. Some nice people did survive the outbreak. But more often than not it wasn’t the nice people. As time goes on those not so nice survivors are going to prey on the nicer survivors. So this saying applies to everyone. Toughen up buttercup. We should not intentionally meet up with another group,” Harry said.
Harry left the others to digest his words. He walked over to a fire, drew his sword, and began heating the blade in the fire.
“What are you doing?” Daryl asked.
“I’m sterilizing the blade. I don’t intend to kill deer with it until it sterilized from the walkers I’ve been slaughtering,” Harry said.
“You think you are going to kill deer with a sword. You’re in idiot,” Daryl said.
Satisfied with the sword being clean, Harry sheathed.
“I’ll be back,” Harry said.
The moment Harry was out of sight of others he got busy. He immediately drew out his broom. He rose into the air on his firebolt feeling indescribably happy. He hadn’t flown on a broom in over a decade. He hadn’t lost anything. He rose into the air going invisible. He flew quite a distance from the camp. He began summoning deer and rabbit by the dozens out of the woods. He stunned and sent the animals into his trunk which was open on the front of his broom. Once that was done he took a few minutes having set down on the ground to organize them in a habitat he quickly transfigured for them.
Then he went back into the air. He apparated his broom closer to Atlanta and used a point-me spell to find an RV dealership. It didn’t actually take that long. Harry shrunk the twenty-five RVs they had on the lot and stored them in his trunk. Then he began hitting other stores. The point-me spell worked very well when focusing on large food depots. He hit the motherload when he found a distribution warehouse for the area Sam’s Club and Walmarts. Tens of thousands of cans of canned food. Harry looted it all. He put it under stasis charms in his trunk. Next he hit greenhouses. He cleared them out of plants. He put the plants in his trunk under stasis charms until he could better organize them.
Then he began hitting stores like Sportsmans Den and Fin Feather Fur grabbing all the supplies he could. He also hit auto parts stores and home improvement stores like Home Depot. It was amazing how quickly you could clear out a store with a bottomless trunk and a packing spell. He also hit electronics stores of computers and any equipment he might need. He struck gold when he found a solar power supply store and installer. He cleaned it out.
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“How the fuck?” Daryl asked when Harry walked out of the woods, a large deer slung over each shoulder and six rabbits tied to a rope around his neck.
“Rick was changed by the virus,” Lori answered. “He’s faster and stronger because of it.”
“You’re lucky you didn’t try attacking him with that knife,” Morales said.
Harry was like the conquering hero because he had brought food.
“I need volunteers,” Harry said. “I found a storage yard where a local RV dealership kept their surplus RVs before they sold them. There are fifteen brand new RVs there and a fuel tank to fuel them up. It seems to be fairly well hidden and not advertised from the main road. It is maybe thirty minutes hike that way.”
Harry had relocated the RVs and staged everything. There was no shortage of volunteers. Even Dale wanted to upgrade his camper. Harry quickly set off with the group.
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Later
Carl was out playing with Sophia Peletier and Eliza Morales. Sophia was Carol and Ed’s daughter. Eliza was the daughter of Ricardo Morales and Miranda Morales. Everyone just called Ricardo Morales.
“I do believe every woman in camp wants to suck your dick for these alone,” Lori told her husband as she laid her hand on a small foot pump washing machine.
The storage yard had also been storage for camping supplies. The foot pump washing machine was amongst the stores. There were enough for each family to have one and then some.
“There’s a thought,” Harry said with a grin. “What about you? Do you feel that way?”
“Hell yes,” Lori said as she looked around at her new RV which had to be a very expensive model. “Lay back on the bed and I’ll happily do that.”
Harry very much enjoyed his thank you from his wife.
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Harry could tell later that Lori had had words with Shane about lying to her about Rick’s death. He left her to handle it. If she needed help, he would help.
Harry wasn’t in camp at the time. He was out “hunting.” But Andrea and Ed had gotten into it when Ed tried bullying Carol. A lot of the women got involved. Ed had struck Carol in front of the women. Shane intervened. Shane beat the shit out of Ed. He may have taken it a little too far. Shane was working off some of his frustration with the conversation he had with Lori.
Harry was actually busy on his hunting trip hunting down all the parts he would need to convert the RVs over to electric RVs. This involved raiding the factories for electric car manufacturers. He also tracked down more solar supplies. The idea was that he would stage what was needed to do the conversions later for their group to find. What he was thinking of was setting up a shop specifically meant to do gas to electric vehicle conversions, maybe a hobbyist mechanic shop. Harry stored many of the solar supplies inside his trunk under stasis. Sunlight and operation actually caused solar panels to degrade over time. The stasis would prevent this. He had enough panels to power the twelve RVs for a thousand years, longer than the RVs would last unless their lives were extended through magic.
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“Damnit,” Lori swore as she grabbed a rag to put over the cut she had just sliced into her left hand.
She had been making dinner.
“Are you ok?” Harry asked as he came over from where he had been helping prepare the meal.
“Yeah. Just a cut I didn’t need,” Lori said.
Harry retrieved the first aid kit. Their group was pretty well stocked with medical supplies. He helped her clean up.
“Thank you,” Lori said after giving him a kiss before they went back to preparing dinner.
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In the Woods Not Far From Camp
Harry put up muggle repelling charms around the clearing he and Carl had just entered.
“Carl, do you remember the bed time story I told you about the adventures of Harry Potter?” Harry asked.
He had given his son a version of his life with a nicer ending.
“Sure dad,” Carl agreed.
“Your real last name isn’t Grimes. It’s Potter,” Harry said without preamble. “My birth name was Harry.”
“Is this a joke dad?” Carl asked.
Harry conjured a fireball in his right hand and splayed the fingers open on his left hand. Lightning danced between his fingertips.
“I’m a wizard son and so are you,” Harry said.
“Wicked,” Carl said. “How…I don’t understand.”
“Sit down,” Harry said as he conjured chairs for them both. “Let me tell you the true story of the later years of my life.”
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