Chapter One
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Walking Dead/ Harry Potter
Warnings for canon typical violence and gore. Coarse Language and adult themes. Not following canon fully.
More tags will be added as I go. Slow updates.
I have been reading a lot of fanfics of The Walking Dead and Harry Potter since starting to watch the series and have been getting so many ideas that I had to just start writing. I know I shouldn’t start something new when I still have others to update.
DISCLAIMER:
I do not own and Walking Dead or Harry Potter and I am not making any money off this fiction, it is purely for entertainment purposes only.
SUMMARY:
The Dursleys had no choice in taking Harry to America with them for Veron’s work trip, that they were turning into a holiday, and no one would look after the boy, but a deadly virus spreads and Harry is stuck in America now on his own.
What is a seven-year-old boy to do in a world plagued by the apocalypse?
Chapter One
“Mr, wake up, please wake up!”
Rick could hear the pleading sound of a child as he fought his way through the haziness that surrounded him.
“Come on Mr we have to get out of here, it’s not safe.”
Rick turned to where the voice was coming from, he blinked open his eyes to see a young child with dark wild hair, the child continued to shake him as they faced the door where loud banging could be heard.
Rick could sense the fear in the tiny kid’s voice and was becoming even more alert as he switched into sheriff mode.
Sitting up made the child turn to Rick in shock.
“Your awake!” The child exclaimed, a young boy with wide fearful eyes stared up at him, Rick could tell this child was not from around these parts, he wasn’t even American.
What on earth was a British child doing at his bedside in what was clearly a hospital room?
“Kind of hard to sleep when you’re shaking me like that kid” Rick groused, his voice hoarse from disuse for however long he had been in hospital.
“I’ve been trying to wake you for weeks; the other officer said you were in a coma and probably going to die but I didn’t let that happen,” the child said quickly.
The banging from the hall was cut off so abruptly that the boy turned to the door in fright. After a few moments of nothing else happening the boy seemed to relax some.
Rick was still sore and tired. He pulled the IV out of his arm before he began to painstakingly remove the tube that was through his nose, he guessed a feeding tube.
It was a miracle he was still alive, he remembered the shoot out now, remembered being shot and the intense pain he was in, Shane coming to visit as he was in and out of it but not ever awake enough to acknowledge his presence. God Lori and Carl would be so worried about him.
Rick managed to get up out of bed, slowly making his way to the bathroom clumsily, it felt like his body was one giant bruise full of lead to hold him down, he was also starving and very dehydrated still.
Once in the bathroom he took a few mouthfuls of water from the tap, it was the best darn water he ever had, after his mouth and throat no longer felt so raw, he turned back to face the small child.
“What’s your name?” Rick asked eyeing the boy, he was wearing clothes way too large for his small frame and the clothes were old and well-worn, he had dark round-framed glasses that had tape wrapped around the nose bridge like they had snapped at some point.
His hair was dark and wild, it could use a good combing, but the most noticeable thing about the child was the piercing green eyes and a scar above his right eyebrow in the shape of a bolt of lightning.
“I’m Harry.” The boy, Harry answered.
“Nice to meet you Harry, I’m Officer Rick Grimes, and I’m the sheriff with the King County Sheriff’s Department. How did you get here?”
Rick said introducing himself.
“My Uncle had work in Atlanta for his company and Mrs. Figg couldn’t babysit me, so I had to come with my aunt, uncle, and cousin on a trip here,” Harry said as he bent down to pick up a backpack off the ground.
Rick noticed the pile of pillows and blankets on the floor, it looked like the child had been sleeping in a makeshift nest for some time, the trash bin on the other side of the room was overflowing with empty food packets and bottles of different drinks.
It all told Rick that it had been some time since the kid was left in the room with him.
“And where are your relatives now?”
“I don’t know- everyone ran when the people started to eat people and the soldiers came and started to shoot everyone” The boys replied startled Rick, people eating people? What was that about?
“What do you mean people started to eat people?” He asked as he gathered some clothes he found in a nearby cupboard before heading back to the bathroom to shower.
The heat was intense, and the air con wasn’t working in the building so the room felt like a sauna. Sweat had the hospital gown plastered to his body uncomfortably, so getting himself cleaned up in the bathroom was going to be satisfying.
“It was all on the news for weeks, my aunt and uncle said it was nonsense, but then people died, but they didn’t stay dead, they came back and started to attack people and eat them,” Harry said panicked, as he followed Rick around the room.
“It’s ok kid well find out what’s going on soon, just let me get cleaned up and we will go find someone to tell us what is going on,” Rick said giving the boy a gentle push out of the bathroom doorway so he could shower in peace.
It was only ten minutes later that a clean and refreshed Rick exited the bathroom to see the boy sitting on the bed looking out the window.
Rick cleared his throat to get the child’s attention.
“There aren’t any people left, we were brought here by the soldiers as it was going to be a refuge, but then the soldiers started to shoot everyone. The other officer grabbed me up and ran in here.” Harry said in a small voice, Rick didn’t know what to make of this, it sounded crazy.
“You said it had been weeks, have you been in here this whole time?” Rick asked.
“It’s been a few, I don’t know how many exactly, I’m just lucky I was the one carrying my relative's supply bag, otherwise I would have starved to death. The staff here had lots of those bags in the room.” Harry said motioning to the IV pole that Rick had been hooked up to.
“The officer was trying to get you out too, but you were all hooked up to the machines and had to stay on the medicines that were keeping you alive,” Harry said as he picked up an empty glucose bag from a side table to show Rick.
“How do you know how to change an IV bag?” Rick asked in astonishment, this child could be no more than five years old, he would have no clue what he was doing, any other kid would have just left him.
“I don’t, I just looked at that one and put the new ones on the same when they were getting low” Harry admitted with his head down as if he thought he was in trouble.
“Look, Harry- Thank you, I would probably be dead if you hadn’t given it a go” Rick replied he would be forever grateful to this child.
“Ok, if this is all true then I have to find my wife and son, Shane would have taken them to a safe place, I’m sure,” Rick stated as he made his way toward the door.
“There are people eaters out there, I could hear them from time to time” Harry explained eyeing the door with trepidation.
“It’ll be alright, I’m up now and we will leave together, I’ll make sure you are safe” Rick promised holding his hand out for the tiny boy to take.
With a nod of his head, Harry reached forward and grabbed the officer’s hand before both made their way towards the door.
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Once out of the room, Rick gagged at the smell, death clung to the air, it was putrid, the smell of rotten flesh was all too consuming, Rick was very thankful he didn’t have anything to vomit up as he and Harry were struggling to move through the hospital corridors, nauseous and shacked at the sight that surrounded him and the tiny boy.
Dead bodies littered the ground and blood was smeared everywhere, there wasn’t an inch of the place left that wasn’t covered in bullet holes or blood.
Further down the hall Harry stopped, and stared down at a few of the bodies on the ground,
They had been shot up so much that their faces weren’t recognizable to Rick, but it was clear on the child's face that this was his family.
Rick was incredibly grateful to Shane for saving the child's life, even if he were upset at the man for not taking the child with him right away, Shane wasn't aware that whatever this was would get worse however so Rick couldn't blame him for not being able to return for them.
Groans and hisses were heard further down the hall and Rick didn’t want to stick around to see what it was, it didn’t sound good, and the tensing of Harry’s body told him all he needed to know.
“Let’s go kid” Rick whispered, he bent down to pick the child up, and the boy clung to him hiding his face in his neck as he softly cried.
Everywhere he went Rick saw nothing but bodies. Lots were wrapped in sheets, like in the car park of the hospital, so many more were lying on the ground. Rick could see some had bullet holes in their heads while others looked like some type of animal had eaten most of them, it was a sickening sight that Rick tried to shield Harry from by keeping him in his arms and having the boy lay his head on his shoulder, head turned into his neck.
Rick eventually managed to find a working car down the road from the hospital; it had been abandoned and the keys were left in the car, it was light on gas but had enough to get them to his house. Now he just had to find his wife and son.
On the drive Rick evaluated everything he came across, cars all over the place, abandoned, shops with smashed-in windows, and paper and clothes littered the ground everywhere they went, it was eerie how quiet the streets were.
Almost felt like he was the last man left alive in the world, if it weren’t for Harry, he would have sure believed it for quite a long time.
The house wasn’t far and after a few miles, he was pulling over in front of his place.
The street was like all the others, quiet and with the garbage left all over the place like a mini hurricane had blown on through and made the trash fly about.
“Come on, let’s go see if Lori left a message or something,” Rick said ushering Harry into his home.
The front door was left wide open, upon first glance it looked like someone had broken in and robbed the place.
“LORI?- CARL?” Rick yelled hoping that maybe they might be just hiding somewhere in the house.
Harry had tensed at his loud billowing call, but Rick wanted to be absolutely sure they were not here before running off to search elsewhere.
“They’re not here,” Rick signed, he was feeling so dejected, this had to all be one big nightmare.
“Maybe they went to a refuge” Harry explained, the boy was looking around with curious eyes and taking in all the things left sprawled all over the kitchen like they had packed in a real hurry.
“Yeah, that’s more than likely kid.” Rick agreed, he got up and made his way around the house checking out all the things that were missing.
“Lori took the photo albums; she packed a bag for her and Carl and made sure she grabbed all the family photos,” Rick said shaking his head, imagining Lori running around collecting the family pictures off the wall.
He remembered a time they had been discussing emergency protocols for hurricanes and the argument about the importance of family photos over the importance of family documents. Lori didn’t want to leave anything behind, but Rick made sure she agreed to always make sure she and Carl come first, she had agreed easily after realizing that he was more worried about the family than any silly possessions.
Rick grabbed a bag from his closet and began to fill it with his clothes.
“Harry, go into the garage and find a box labelled ‘Carls' Donations box,’ it should have some clothes that might fit you,” Rick called out to the boy. If he had any other clothes, they would probably be all like the ones he was wearing, if any of Carls's old clothes would fit the small boy then it would be a much better option.
Rick and Harry were only in the house for no more than a half hour, packing a bag of clothes and some of Ricks's camping gear, not that he ever got to really use it before. He could see that Lori had taken a fair bit of it already, but she hadn’t taken the backpack that was full of his cookware and camper stove as well as extra batteries and flashlights.
Hopefully, she had everything else she needed. If they did end up at a refuge they hopefully were being looked after well, it was a worry not knowing.
They both exited the house, Rick had made sure to grab everything he needed, he even made sure to grab the keys for the station on the way out, maybe there were people there trying to wait this out.
Rick finally made his way off the porch and down the steps to join Harry,
The boy had taken a seat on the steps in front of the place. He looked tired and worn out, so Rick allowed the small break before they had to get going.
After a while Rick saw a man making his way down the street, it was a relief to see someone else after the complete desertion of the place, Rick raised his hand to wave the man over, he didn’t look to be in a healthy way from what Rick could see. It was hard to tell with the sun in his eyes, but he was stumbling a little and looked to be struggling to walk.
Rick was about to get up to go help the man, only to feel intense pain in his head, he heard Harry yell, and before he fell to the ground, everything began to blur, a child came into his line of sight a child older than Harry.
“Carl, I found you” Rick stammered. The boy was yelling, and Rick couldn’t make what he was saying.
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“Why the hell did you do that?” Harry yelled at the boy before he bent down to check on Rick. The man had blood coming out of his nose, but it didn’t look broken to him. Opening his bag Harry pulled out one of Dudley’s old shirts and held it to the bleeding man's face.
A gun fired making Harry flinch at the noise, another man had appeared and shot the people eater in the head, as now the dead man was lying on the ground, Harry could better see that that was what he was, the same as the people at the hospital.
“He says something son, you know they don’t talk.” The man said to the boy as he approached.
He held out his gun and aimed it at Rick, Harry was incredibly scared the man would just shoot.
“Either of you bit?” he asked, Harry was in so much shock that he couldn’t even answer the man.
“ARE EITHER OF YOU BIT?” The man demanded, pulling back the metal part of the gun.
“N-no, we are not” Harry stuttered out finally.
“That Hospital band on his wrist, what was he in for kid”? the man questioned.
“Um- shot” Harry replied, he had plenty of time to read everything that was in Ricks's hospital room and his file was still sitting there so yes, when he had gotten incredibly bored, he had read it, repeatedly.
Harry turned back to Rick to see how he was doing only to notice that the man had passed out.
Harry didn’t know what to do, he wasn’t strong enough to carry the officer up the stairs into the house, he refused to abandon the man now, so he was stuck out here till he could work it out.
Harry hoped that there weren’t more of the people eaters around. He couldn’t protect Rick and himself.
“Come on kid, let’s get you two indoors, it’s not safe out here.” The man said as he bent down to lift Rick, making sure he kept a look out for any other people eaters around and began to take him down the road, going to the next house over, Harry made sure to follow close behind.
Once the four of them were in the house the man who was carrying Rick took him further into the household and put Rick down on a bed in another room.
Harry stood back and watched as he began to clean up Ricks's face with some water that was sitting in a bowl.
“What’s your name son?” the man’s question startled Harry; he was so focused on making sure he didn’t hurt Rick that he wasn’t prepared when the man broke the silence.
“Harry sir, and that is Rick,” Harry replied.
Once the man had finished cleaning Ricks's face of blood, he moved on to inspect the unconscious man’s body for more injuries.
“We weren’t bit or scratched” Harry insisted.
“You can’t be too careful these days, could have happened without knowing bout it,” The man said.
“We haven’t been close enough to those things to get hurt by them” Harry spoke. The man paused at his words.
“How have you two been out there and not had close encounters with them?” the younger boy asked from the doorway to the room.
“what’s your name?” Harry enquired of the boy. These two strangers haven’t even introduced themselves yet, Aunt Petunia would be so appalled at their manners.
The younger boy looked at the older man instead of answering.
“It’s alright son, I believe they don’t mean us harm.” The older man said to reassure his son.
“My name is Morgan, and this is my son Duane, now how about you tell me what you two have been up to since this all started and I’ll see about cleaning up Rick here some more, his gunshot wound needs to still be bandaged,” Morgan said.
They had eventually moved into what was once a loungeroom for more comfort and to grab something to eat as well, once Morgan had finished with Ricks's wound.
It took a few hours, but Harry managed to tell them what he could, about his uncle’s work trip being turned into a family vacation to America and how he had to come along even though his relatives didn’t want him to, but they couldn’t find a sitter.
He talked about his first time on a plane and how he got to eat snacks and try fizzy drinks for the first time in his life.
The trip to the hotel from the airport and being able to stay in a real bed, Harry was so engrossed in his tale that he never noticed the worried look he was getting.
He talked about how the news was broadcasting all kinds of stuff about staying indoors due to a virus making people sick, but his relatives didn’t believe in it, so they went about their holidays.
He talked about how his cousin wanted to see an American fairground one day but the only one close enough was here in Kings County, so they had made the drive from Atlanta in a rental, Harry wasn’t allowed to go into the fairground as it was too expensive his uncle said, so he was left to sit outside in the car.
He wasn’t used to the heat; it was a horrible way to spend the day.
On the way back to Atlanta in the afternoon everyone was stopped by the army, who directed them to a local hospital due to an outbreak of an illness that was spreading fast.
They had spent a brief time in the Hospital before it got worse and the Army began to shoot people, even if they weren’t bit or scratched. It was a very scary time. Harry told Morgan and Duane about his family getting shot and the officer quickly grabbed him and took him to Ricks's room down the hall before the soldiers could shoot him next.
They had hidden while the soldiers searched for people. When the place was clear the officer tried to move Rick but was unable to due to the machines he was hooked up to, he panicked and tried to wake Rick up, Rick had been in a coma for a while, and there was nothing that Harry could do to help.
There were explosions and the machine died, the officer checked Rick but said he would die without the machines. Harry explained how he was told to stay put and that he would be back to get him with some help.
He had never come back but there were always groans and banging in the hall. No one came to get them.
It was only a few minutes after the officer left that the machines came back on. From there, Harry made sure Rick had his medicine to get better. Harry lived off his cousin’s snacks and drinks from the fare for two weeks or so, luckily the water in the bathroom still worked. He wasn’t game enough to leave the room.
Rick woke up from a coma after a few weeks. And then they made their way here to Ricks's house.
After his retelling of events, Harry was even more exhausted. None of them had noticed Rick standing in the doorway to the living room they were in, all so engrossed in Harry’s explanation of events.
“This is Fred and Cindy Drakes's house,” Rick said in a way letting them know he was there.
Morgan turned to him thankfully he didn’t startle.
“No one was here when we got here, the whole neighbourhood was empty, except them,” Morgan said gesturing to the window.
Rick made his way to look outside pulling the thick blankets aside so he could see, it was dark, but the moon was illuminating the area well enough for Rick to see well enough. Harry joined him at the window.
People were stumbling all over the place, most were covered in blood and had clear injuries that would put a human down. When Rick noticed that Harry was also looking, he picked him up and moved him away from the window, back over to where he was before.
“You don’t need to see this buddy, okay,” Rick murmured once he had sat Harry down on a pile of blankets.
A car alarm sounded in the distance had the two adults and Duane looking to see. Harry had felt like he had seen enough to traumatize him for life.
“She’s back, Dad she’s here,” Duane said, Morgan grabbed him and moved them to his makeshift bed. Duane began to cry while his dad talked to him, telling him to cry into the pillow.
The explanation that the woman at the door was Morgans's wife made Harry sad, he also knew what it was like to lose family, but at least his didn’t get back up and haunt him. It was upsetting to hear Duane weep, loud and mournful cries into his pillow to try to be as quiet as he could.
Rick told Harry to get some sleep, he wasn’t too sure if he could after that. But he was very exhausted after their day and so he laid down and was fast asleep before long.
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Thank you for reading, please leave Kudos if you like, and tell me what you think of a retelling of The Walking Dead with little Harry Potter.
Later on, we will be having magic incorporated so don’t you worry, it's not all just The Walking Dead.
Characters will be OOC, and I am not the best at writing all their different accents, but I’ll try my hardest. I’m going to follow the series episode by episode, but it will be different as well, it will not be all the same as the series as I’m taking a creative license to it and Harry is going to be a tremendous help in changing so much as well.
I also cannot wait to write Harry and Daryl interacting with one another, or even how Harry reacts to Rick and Merl's meeting.
Stay tuned. XX