Our Saviour

Our Saviour

Chapter 2

Harry jerked awake the second he heard a noise, his head jerking towards the source, seeking it out. Only to relax his shoulders in relief when he saw it was Hermione. He gave her a small grimace, not capable of much more than that, as the re-sheathed his wand. Groaning softly, as he moved his neck a bit, he's slept sitting up, not a good idea, he was going to pay for it all day.

"You've been busy," Hermione said, noticing everything spread out in the living room and kitchen, trunks, and boxes of items she peered curiously at. "Did you get any sleep at all?"

"Not much," Harry confessed, stretching out, attempting to get rid of the kinks in his body, he wasn't even thirty yet and he felt like he was fifty. Then again, he knew this would be the case, the healers had informed him of the long-term effects of malnutrition and neglect he'd suffered. If he had just told someone when he was eleven, they might have been able to do something but at eighteen, an adult, it was far too late. The damage was irreversible, not even magic could help. It was likely he'd spent his old age in some means of pain, more so due to his career of choice.

"Did you clear out all the rooms?" Hermione asked, still having a nose through everything that was there. "Do you intend to take it all?"

"All but one," Harry confessed with a faraway look on his face, "His bedroom," he answered Hermione's unasked question, knowing her well enough to know she'd ask. Although, if she paused to think, she'd have likely gotten it almost immediately. Draco was sleeping in there anyway, and the longer the blonde was quiet and asleep the better. Everyone had piled into the second bedroom on mattresses with covers, but Draco had shrieked his denial of such living conditions – even on a temporary basis – Harry who had actually expected it, informed the twat that he could sleep in his godfather's room.

Draco had been in severe denial when they first got there last night, refusing to believe that this rundown debilitated property could possibly be his godfathers. Unfortunately, he couldn't remain in denial for long, Draco knew his godfather best, and he was surrounded by his belongings.

"How do you feel about that?" Hermione asked, staring in sympathy, as she poured them a cup of coffee with a flick of her wand at the kettle on the kitchen table. "It can't be easy." She was aware that Harry knew more information about their professor than most of the others. Private information gleaned from Occlumency lessons and the memories he'd left behind. Harry didn't (more like refused) to discuss the information with her or Ron. Pouring one for Harry, and sliding it along, naturally there was no milk, not here anyways.

"Oh, he'd be pissed and likely calling me all the names under the sun," Harry said dryly, "At the very same time, willing to give me what I needed to survive however begrudgingly. He's the very definition of a walking contradiction."

Hermione grinned ruefully, fully agreeing with him regarding Severus Snape's character.

"Draco can do the bedroom," Harry told her, pinching the bridge of his nose, "We'll need to get the trunks fixed before we leave."

"Fixed how? Can I help?" Teddy asked, bounding into the room, a cheerful ray of sunshine. Although, given his lack of colourful hair, he wasn't quite feeling as playful as he looked at the moment. He immediately moved to sit next to his dad, leaning against him. He might be twelve years of age, but right now everything was unknown at the moment and he was feeling anxious and worried.

"We're going to need food, and to preserve it for as long as possible, a chilled section, frozen section, and more importantly a preserved section." Harry explained patiently for Teddy. Wrapping his arms around his son, giving him the comfort he was so clearly seeking. "We're looking at needing at least two years' worth for all of us at least." Yes, it would mean leaving none for the muggles but when it came to Teddy, Harry would be utterly ruthless to ensure his survival above all others.

"Oh," Teddy murmured, giving a nod, unfortunately, those spells were beyond him for now, he didn't know the spells to help with that. Luckily his Aunt Hermione would be able to help his dad get it done. Uncles Fred and George would be able to do it too. They were smarter than anyone gave them credit, he watched them work for years in the backroom of their shop. "But what about Victoire? Dom? Louis? Molly? Lucy? Fred and Rox?" he piped in, he'd grown up with them all, they were basically cousins, with Molly and Arthur like grandparents, with their parents he called uncles and aunts.

"They're okay," Harry promised, startling even Hermione, who silently wanted answers, "There's a radio, wizarding wireless, it's still broadcasting, there was only one death last night, a heart attack, caused by well, everything."

"Did they give us any word?" Hermione asked, sounding hopeful. "Something for us to do?"

Harry shook his head, "No, they'll have us replaced at work, they'll need to, they're going to struggle to keep everyone fed as well, it's going to be a hellish two years."

Hermione's eyes dimmed, rubbing her eyes, honestly, while she wished it wasn't so, she believed Harry was right. Had actually thought it before it was even voiced. The wizarding world was difficult to navigate as a muggle-born, she'd worked extra hard to prove herself, and now some upstart was going to get her job and she was closed off from the magical world for Merlin only knows how long. Would there even be a job to go back to? A world to go back to? Merlin, she wished she hadn't gotten so interested and invested in her newest project, if she'd paid more attention to this thing, she would be more prepared. Unfortunately, she'd just believed they were warmongering.

"Hey, we'll get through this," Harry said firmly, he knew this was a difficult time of year for her, for them both actually, but mostly Hermione. It was the anniversary of both Ron and the baby. He'd been at St. Mungo's half dead himself, Ron was gone, and some idiot had gone to tell Hermione when she was on her own. Not even getting someone she knew to help; they just told her. They were in the middle of asking her if she wanted someone to come by when she screamed out in pain clutching her stomach he was told. Then before anyone knew it, she was with him and Ron in St. Mungo's, only he and Hermione came out. The baby and Ron were buried a week later. Was it any wonder she usually lost herself in one of her projects to stop herself getting lost in the overwhelming grief she'd very nearly never recovered from.

It didn't help that Hermione's parents had never been found either.

"I know," she said, agreeing with him, "We will." She'd make sure of it, for Teddy, and the little girl.

Draco blinked blearily, wondering why he felt rotten, his arm searching for his wife as his stomach grumbled hungrily. Then realization dawned, as he jerked himself into sitting position. Groaning in despair, he slumped back down, arm over his eyes, it wasn't a nightmare then, he really was cut off from his family. Swallowing thickly, savagely biting his lip, he hadn't felt like this since the war, and he badly wished he didn't feel at all. He missed his son, he missed his wife, his stomach clenched in anxiety, two whole years, his son would be fourteen if they were lucky. It might last longer, his wife…Merlin, help them, his wife might not survive that long. Closing his eyes, tears making their way down his pale face recalling last night.

"Where have you brought us, Potter?" Draco asked, warily stepping off the bus his nose screwing up in disgust as he took in his offensive surroundings. It was damp, disgusting, smelly and the houses that were there were run down and delipidated. "I am not staying here; I'll remain on the bus." He absolutely refused to stay here, the muggleness of it offended him utterly. "What?" he spat, feeling defensive over the look of utter confused bafflement that adorned Harry's face, like his reaction was unexpected, which wasn't right at all. Potter knew better than to think he'd welcome anything muggle.

Harry's eyes softened, a sympathetic glimmer in his gaze, sighing quietly, "Surely you know this place at the very least," gesturing towards one of the remaining houses on the block of three semi-detached houses on the block.

"Why should I?" offended and deeply disturbed by Potter's manner, he was far from stupid, and knew there was definitely something he was missing. The thing was, he just couldn't think for a second what it could be. It seemed the Weasleys and Granger didn't know, since they were watching the scene as well, just as confused as him.

"It's your godfathers house," Harry said almost silently, it had belonged to him, and everything should be as he left it, he didn't have a family. Unless, he had a will (which would have been ignored given who he killed despite his staunch defence of him) in which had seen his last will and testament seen through. "There shouldn't be any of these things here, it's pretty much abandoned, but let's not take any chances, get in."

Everyone automatically begun to move towards their ex-professors home.

"And Malfoy, you can stay in the bus if you want, I really couldn't care less, I'm not about to put up with your fucking bullshit." Harry added grimly, "Once those doors locked and the entire home shielded, they won't be taken down." He wasn't sure whether he would do it or not, and hoped Malfoy wouldn't push the issue, he was exhausted the last thing he wanted to do was stand outside fighting with the wizard.

Sitting up, harshly wiping the tears away, his fingers gripped the black silk covers, it was his godfathers home alright. Not many might have known, but his quarters were pretty similar, just filled with all manner of books, similar bedding, similar way he set up his couch in his quarters the same here. Not to mention a lot of the books had his name embossed on the name card stuck to the books. The second he saw it…he couldn't deny it, naturally the entire scene had him in shock much to his immense shame.

His godfather had been a Prince! He was wealthy! Not only in his individual potions sales, but his inheritance as well. Why the hell would he live in this rundown squalor infested cease pit? Shaking off his thoughts, there was no point to it, regretfully there would be no answers to be had. His godfather had been buried in the Malfoy cemetery, which was usually only reserved for Malfoy's and their spouses. Never usually an exception, but his parents had demanded it. Draco agreed with it, he wouldn't have survived if not for his godfather's aid and council. This way his resting place wouldn't be destroyed or desecrated. Too many hating on him for killing Dumbledore when he was only doing as the old fool commanded. Potter had made sure his godfathers heroics hadn't gone unnoticed.

Grimacing in disgust, it stank something awful in here, how could his godfather endure that? And there was no mistaken this place was lived in. He could tell by the use of the couch and the dip in it from where his godfather sat in it for hours reading. Standing up, he put his shoes back on, and shuffled out, slightly mortified by his reaction to everything thus far. Who could blame him? he was in the muggle world! The muggle world! The mere mention of it was horrifying let alone enduring it.

"Good morning," Draco said politely, giving a small apologetic smile, "Do you have any news?" he enquired.

Harry glanced up, knowing that this would be the extent of an unspoken apology he'd get from the wizard, "I'm not sure what you're expecting? The WWN is on yes, it's still mentioning stuff but nothing specifically about lockdown or us. At least not that I heard, they may have mentioned it earlier, but as of right now the only news we got was a wizard suffered a heart attack during the lockdown incident. Nobody we know."

"I can't believe Severus lived here," Draco murmured quietly, staring around the property, tiny, this entire house could fit in the heir room! His sons room! With room to spare at that, he just didn't understand, the world was gaining more contours than he knew what to do with.

"What's more I can't believe he wanted to remain living here with the memories it holds," Harry said, shuddering just imagining living in number 4 Privet Drive and never changing it one bit. Even Sirius had loathed returning to Grimmauld Place but had grudgingly done so to keep safe. This, this wasn't something Severus needed to do…then again, he needed it only for what couple months out of the year? Punishment, he could have stayed to punish himself. Or remember the fond memories he had of his childhood. His mum. Lily Evans.

"What do you mean?" Draco sharpened in on Harry, terse and alert.

"That isn't my secret to reveal," Harry confessed, sighing in resignation, Snape likely hadn't wanted anyone to know, that he knew likely caused him immeasurable pain. He hadn't told anyone – not even his son – the extent of the abuse the Dursley's doled out during his childhood. "Just forget it." He added firmly, giving him a look, he wasn't going to speak about it, he'd take Snape's secrets to the grave, like the wizard likely had intended to do himself.

Draco grudgingly remained silent and didn't ask for further clarification. His mind was dwelling on Scorpio. It was difficult not to think about him, given there was a boy his age – a boy his son had actually befriended – standing right there. Then there was also his wife's sickness, Merlin, he could only hope Daphne's husband would manage a miracle and find a cure for both their wives. How was he going to survive without them?

"Clear our everything in Snape's bedroom, everything that might be useful." Harry told him.

"Who died and made you Minister for magic?" Draco asked deeply offended.

Harry closed his eyes and raised his head heavenward, Merlin, help him, it was like he'd reverted to being a teenager again. Didn't he realize being a dick wasn't going to get him anywhere? Did he want to be left alone? He honestly didn't think he could put up with him being this way for two whole years? Of being questioned? Or his orders being disobeyed? At what? The risk of the rest of the group? Of Hermione? Fred? George? Or worse, himself or Teddy? Swallowing thickly, he realized he couldn't risk it. "Teddy, Hermione, do me a favour, go get everyone up, and pack everything of use in the Master bedroom. Close the door on your way out."

If it was any other situation Teddy would have said 'Ooo, somebodies in trouble' but this definitely wasn't the time for such comments. That and he didn't know Lord Malfoy very well and he wasn't amongst friends.

Hermione guided Teddy out of the room, not surprised in the slightest that Harry was losing patience fast with Malfoy's nonsense. Back when they were kids, Harry's focus had been on protecting her and Ron, then Neville, Luna, Ginny along with them in later years. His own life had always meant nothing to him, until Teddy was put into his arms after the war, and suddenly Harry was going to healers to get well, getting himself a career and working diligently but always, always having more than enough time for Teddy.

Having that baby depending on him had opened Harry to selfcare, and it had done wonders for him.

"I'm only going to say this once, so listen closely, and listen well," Harry begun, standing up, his green eyes boring into Malfoys.

Draco sobered up, staring steadily at Harry, but realizing perhaps he'd gone too far.

"You do what you're told, when you're told, you do not argue with me unless the situation calls for it, which means when we're not out there fighting for our lives." Harry pointed towards the kitchen window. "You get one chance, and one chance only to be part of the group, one fuck up and we leave you behind. I will not let you risk my son, or fuck up our chance of survival because you want a fucking bed to sleep in, or don't like being ordered around." His voice cold, harsh and quiet, standing straight, determined and tall in his Auror robes he'd never looked more powerful.

Draco swallowed thickly, grey eyes wide, he knew, he knew Harry was deadly serious. He'd never seen this side to Harry, he'd been very careful to tow the line when it came to the law, not only to stop further decline of the Malfoy name but he had a son, he never wanted him to go through what he had as a teenager.

"Do you understand?" Harry commanded, pressing the door so that those behind it couldn't get in, yet.

"Yes," Draco said.

"I promise you, Draco, I'll do what I can to get you home to your family for when lockdown ends, but you have to meet me half way, here." Harry added, before letting the door open, unsurprised to see Hermione peeking around the door. He gave her a nod to let her know all was well.

"Neville, can you make us some breakfast with what's left?" Harry asked, as he duplicated chairs, until there were enough for everyone to sit at the table which he had made bigger. He was definitely the best cook of them all, having helped Hannah a lot in the kitchens when she first started out as Landlady of the Leaky Cauldron after Tom retired.

"What can we do?" Fred asked, speaking for both him and his twin.

"Could you can do is make a map, we're going to need to know our way about the area if we're to get supplies." Harry called out to Luna, the room was filled with people terrified and looking to him for help. To tell them what to do, and his stomach twisted, he hated this, why did he need to lead? He wasn't even the oldest. "We'll need to find a place that will have a recent muggle map so we can figure it out, I mean do they even sell them anymore?" it was rare to find a muggle without a phone these days.

"We can make one, Fred and I figured out how the Marauders map works not just how to use it," George replied, eager for something to do, and it was something he could do really well. "Accio parchment!"

Licking his dry lips, the smell of coffee jarred him out of his thoughts, coffee? "Thanks," gratitude suffusing him. "Food?"

"We are very lucky but they're definitely passed their sell by dates, by years," Hermione's voice came. "Professor Snape had been using a freezer, there's tins of beans in the cupboard with preservation charms. Did you sleep last night?" giving the living room a once over, it looked as if someone had spent all night packing everything. There wasn't a book left on the shelf, even the shelf itself was gone, the walls…well, were gross.

"Running on magic?" Harry asked amazed, although truthfully, most wizarding families actually did it despite it being illegal, nobody can deny the usefulness of muggle items. However, he would have thought he'd prefer to use…no, his father had detested magic use, they wouldn't have lived like wizards. Perhaps that sense of fear had lingered even after he was gone, and he continued to use muggle items and magically adapted them. Or he did it to spite him. With Snape…it genuinely could go either way.

"Yes, it's really fascinating, Arthur would have loved it." Hermione said smiling ruefully, her father-in-law's obsession with muggle items hadn't gotten any lesser with her calm patience explaining things to him. Mary sat down next to Harry, on Teddy's other side, "Hey, how's your hand?" the bookworm asked the teenager. Thinking back on last night.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" Harry knelt before the fourteen-year-old, she'd been badly hurt with her hand being caught in the door during lockdown.

"Mary, my name is Mary Graham." Mary whispered, her voice hoarse from all her screaming and shouting earlier. Dried tear tracks on her face, which had been replaced over and over and over again. The numbing charm was beginning to wear off and she was in so much pain she just wanted her hand to be hacked off to be rid of it. She'd never known such pain before, and it was horrendous.

"Let me see your hand, darling," Harry murmured softly, "I won't touch it, I promise." Once she trusted him enough, she let her arm loosen from across her chest. Harry observed it closely, but didn't touch it and attempted not to move it. A diagnostic charm revealed what Harry already suspected, it made him wince, recalling the very familiar pain. Presumably she didn't have magic, since she was evicted along with the others, the eviction so vicious it had thrust them out as well. He wished he'd known it would be that bad, because he would have made sure everyone, he loved was safe. His magic had healed his hands, and the potion he had taken – Skele-gro – and healed the remaining damage likely since after the incident he'd noticed he didn't get pain in his hands anymore. Although, it only lasted until his fifth year, he thought darkly clenching his hand that still bore the scar 'I must not tell lies'.

"What does she need, dad?" Teddy asked, having been sombrely watching, his hair brown today in no mood to change it or play with his magic.

"Bone mending draught, if there's any there," Harry explained, "And some pain relief…" Teddy had gained Remus' smarts, he was very intelligent, smarter than he had been as a kid that's for sure. He had his favourite subjects, potions, herbology and history of magic (the proper history not the pathetic attempt Hogwarts doles out). His aunts and uncles got him into various subjects early with their generosity with books. It might well have been the best thing they could have ever done for him.

He let her go giving her a small smile, "We'll get you fixed up soon, don't worry." Harry promised, he prayed that Severus had some potions in here that would heal her. If not the potions then the ingredients, a bone mending draught would be easily brewed, even by him, and he was by no means the best brewer out of all people here.

"You see the paper, I need you to write down the address of anyone you know to be wizards or witches," Harry said firmly, "We're going to need all the help we can get, we've got nothing, we can't get into any magical area, so keep your fingers crossed we get lucky."

"Even in Ireland?" Hermione asked thoughtfully.

Harry arched a brow, before shrugging, "Any you can think of. we're going to have to take everything we can from the muggle shelves." And that required trunks, and means of securing themselves for the next two years at least.

Hermione said nothing, just writing down the addresses she knew could contain magical items that could help them survive this. Including the Creevy brothers address, which she remembered seeing written down once when he sent a letter off to his parents. As harsh as it seemed, Headmistress McGonagall could have sent Colins belongings back home, which would mean a trunk at least.

"Here, dad," Teddy said, returning to his father, wiping the dust that had fallen on his face, smearing it with dirt.

"Thanks, bud," Harry said, uncorking them and sniffing them himself, he was better at potions than he used to be, it was all par the course where it came to his job. Whether it was an everyday potion to something dark and illegal, he learnt everything he needed to. The training had been intense to put it lightly, they hadn't gone easy on him just because of his status as nearly everyone likely believed. "Hey, Fred, George, how much pain relief can you get after consuming a bone mending draught?" he knew about the potions, not the amounts, he wasn't a healer.

"Between a numbing charm she'll only need roughly seven hundred milligrams," Fred called out easily, he and George had taken a basic potions and Medi-wizardry course, it was par the course with being licenced to test their products to get them approved. "They can't have more than four a day, not that she'll need it again, with the bone mender she'll be right as rain after one."

"Uh…" Harry froze, he didn't have the measurements for that, and he couldn't risk giving her too much, it would cause an overdose. It didn't help that she was a muggle, she could have an adverse reaction, but something had to be done.

"Accio potion syringe!" Hermione summoned the instruments, "There's no way a Potions Master wouldn't have syringes." In fact, she could recall seeing a box of them (each size) in the potions storage cupboards. Presumably spares for the upper years if anyone who didn't have any.

"Thanks," Harry said, quickly measuring out the correct amounts, he recapped them before giving her each potion, she was able to plunge it into her own mouth easily. "You might feel a little drowsy, but I'll need to keep an eye on you to make sure you don't have an adverse reaction to the potions."

"I've had potions before, we lived in the magical world," Mary confessed with a bitter twisted frown, yet she'd been evicted, blinking back tears, "Matthew is going to be so worried." She wanted to go home; she wanted her brother. Why did this happen to her? "I want to go home." She choked out, the fear getting the better of her.

"I know, I know," Harry said, "We'll get back, somehow, someway, we just have to survive for now, alright? Can you do that? Be brave until the lockdown comes away and we get back in?" squeezing her shoulder in sympathy, grateful he hadn't been separate from Teddy, there would have been nothing worse. He would have preferred Teddy in the safety of the magical world, but if not, he was glad to be here with him. "We'll get you back to Matthew, kiddo, just you wait." Praying he could uphold that promise to the young teenager.

"My dad always keeps his promises," Teddy said, sitting next to her, being careful not to jar her, even with the potions it must be quite painful. Both huddling together, talking quietly after that.

Speaking of which, Harry thought, jerking out of his thoughts, "Where's the addresses that were written out last night?" gesturing for them, they'd need Stan to okay the locations of course.

"These addresses span the entirety of the United Kingdom," Hermione said, "I'm glad it's better," watching her flex and wave her hand about easily, pleased the potion had been more than adequate. "Here," she added, handing over a coffee to the girl, she'd been drinking coffee at her age so assumed.

"Stan, come and have a coffee, there's food going," Harry gestured for the wizard to come closer. He had spent the entire evening yesterday trying to blend in with the then full bookcases. It made his heart hurt; he was clearly not very good with social interaction. He'd gotten worse, he'd seemed far more at ease years before. Then Harry's heart sunk, before he'd – Stan – had been sentenced to Azkaban. He'd been in Azkaban a year; how could he have forgotten about that? Shit, he had nobody who cared about him to see that he got the help he needed. He'd need to keep an eye on him, make sure he was okay, especially with this shit going down. He'd been abandoned by his family, it sickened him that such a family could go on and become Minister, even if only for a while. "These addresses would you be able to take us there?" none of the rest of them could drive, let alone the bloody knight bus, at least he didn't think so.

"You're not serious about going to all those locations, right? Not with those things out there!" Ian Sussman squeaked, when he noticed just how many addresses they were talking about. "We have no way of stopping them!" the nineteen-year-old muggle fervently wished he was with his sister right now. She was only fifteen, likely terrified out of her wits, how could they do this? Split family from one another? It was horrendously unfair. Thank god their parents weren't alive to see this, she'd been through enough.

"What do you want to do?" Harry asked the teenager, trying very hard not to judge the man.

"Stay here?" Ian murmured, rubbing his head, his short hair bristling as he did so.

"We can find you somewhere to set up shop, where you can wait it out for the next few years." Harry said seriously, his mind mulling over everything they'd need.

Draco gave Harry a look of sheer incredulity, even he knew that Harry would never leave anyone behind unless they did something spectacularly stupid. Even someone who deserved it and had just moments prior been attempting to kill them recalling the incident in the room of requirements. Even Granger wasn't so much as twitching at her best friends proclamation, what on earth? Were they up to something?

"On my own?" he whispered, eyes filled with fear and apprehension, already beginning to shake his head, he was afraid, but he also knew he stood a better chance of surviving this with other people, especially magical people.

"It's up to you." Harry informed him as Neville emerged from the kitchen with food for them all to eat.

Having food in front of them certainly quietened everyone down, as they begun to eat with gusto. It honestly felt like days since they'd eaten, not just hours. The stress of it all was bound to be playing havoc with their minds and bodies. Despite the quietness you could see the world of questions whirling through everyone's minds. Without anything other than the food to eat, no disturbances, they got through their meagre meal quickly.

Harry sat forward, hands at his mouth as his mind mulled over the best possible plan for the best possible outcome.

Harry's waking hours last night were not spent in idleness, for he went through the entire property – part from the two bedrooms – and found a treasure trove that would help them survive. He attempted to be silent as not to disturb anyone. He was pleased as punch to find a few trunks in the attic. The initials indicated they'd belonged to Eileen Prince, Severus Snape's mother. Harry had moved absolutely everything to the living room, feeling a little guilty at pillaging through his professors belongings. He might have been dead for over a decade, but it felt wrong, especially considering he knew that Snape would loathe him for this. It wasn't a guess, it was the truth, he knew it. Recalling the remember of Snape's reaction to him seeing the memory in the pensive.

He'd do anything to ensure Teddy's survival…even if he must kill to ensure it.

There was nothing he wouldn't do for Teddy.

George uncharacteristically had a frown on his face, too worried about their families, their parents, their siblings, their sister-in-law's, their nieces and nephews. They were safe within the wards in the magical world, but that didn't stop them worrying. What if the disease did spread within the confines of the magical world? What would happen to them all? Would they all be bitten and end up Inferi? What if they returned to find everyone gone? No, last night had been a very restless sleep, indeed. Their entire way of life had just been upended, far from home, and once more living in turmoil. They were too old for this shit, but here they were nonetheless.

"Wait, is that a wizarding radio?" his voice raising in volume, as he noticed the small compact radio near Hermione. "Have you heard anything?" heart doing a delighted gallop.

"Just confirming what we already know, there is no way back into the magical world." Harry said his tone pensive, "To hunker down, survive any way we can."

"And the family?" Fred questioned, leaning forward.

Harry smiled, it meant more than Fred would ever know, saying those simple words. The Weasley family had always been family to him, helped him a great deal and taught him how to be a family, to connect. He owed them everything, especially with their help when it came to Teddy, in helping him be the best father possible. "There's only been one death, a heart attack, the suddenness of lockdown and being blasted off his feet, Emmett Vance."

Fred winced, he felt bad but most of him was just relieved that it seemed his family was alright, they'd have the radio, they would know if anything happened. Oh, he was glad Harry had suggested coming here, just having that single lifeline to his family helped ease the fear tremendously.

"So, what are we doing to do?" George questioned, missing his flat, his job, his shop something fierce. Hopefully Jordan would be able to keep it going for them until they got back. Two years, they could survive two years, couldn't they?

"It has never failed to amaze me the ease in which injuries heal, that severe injury would have seen you out of commission for two months at least." Arthur proclaimed, watching her flex her hand in amazement. "It's a good thing! We don't have any equipment to help you! Truly we would have been in a sticky wicket!" having been too deeply intrenched in his conversation with Hermione and Mary to notice Harry and George's conversation.

"You're a doctor?" Hermione asked.

"I am," he answered, giving her a smile.

"May I ask in what?" Hermione asked, setting the parchment aside giving him her undivided attention.

"Emergency medicine," he informed her.

Harry nodded, not surprised in the least, he was completely calm, even when things were at their worst, he was calm and controlled. To hear he worked in the accident and emergency wasn't startling. He would certainly be someone he wanted in their corner, they wouldn't always have potions, not unless the group got really, really lucky.

"No wonder you've been very calm," Hermione murmured.

"Okay, before we start planning, why don't we go around introducing ourselves, I realize many of us are strangers to one another," Harry suggested, "I'll go first…"

A/N wabbit = feeling tired and weak

I'm sorry about the long wait, my gosh I found it really difficult to write the chapter! I'm not sure if it's because I had written it (and lost it) likely when I lost my last laptop (I think). I knew I wrote it, but oh well, what can you do? I disliked the attempt to write the chapter, I say attempt because for the last two days I tried to fill it out and be happier about it determined to persevere. Don't try it, it never EVER works! At least not for me lol so I just had to open a new document and begin writing, although I did add the odd bit here and there from the other attempt at a chapter but most of it's just a re-write so technically, I've written this chapter three times! Now I've made this more difficult for Harry cut off entirely from the magical world, but with means to get stuff to help them survive, so what would you guys do first? What would be your first port of call? I'd love to know what you guys would do and maybe even incorporate it into the story! I've also lost the pairings I had suggested due to changing the name of the story from WIZARDKIND VERSUS THE WALKING DEAD which I disliked Immensely to obviously Our Saviour! I think I've got too many wizards and witches in the group and it might come back and bite me in the ass but we'll see! When there's too many people, they tend to get lost and a few only really mentioned you know? I want to avoid that so any suggestions on how to will be greatly appreciated! R&R please