This is about Harry Potter And the walking dead I've never wrote about this kind of romance before so I'm going to give it a try so hope you like it. Hope you give me a review! Boy/Boy Daryl/Harry

Chapter 1

Harry Potter

Whimpering, Harry Potter was scared when he realized he didn't have that much time to run. The things were almost upon him. He was hiding behind a few bushes on his knees trying to make his self-smaller, when he was already small to begin with. He heard the Zombies shuffling toward where he was hiding when they heard the small whimper that escaped his trembling mouth.

He closed his beautiful emerald green eyes, he remembered the reason why he was here to begin with. His lovely family (note Sarcasm) had to go to America for the summer for the merging of a company with Grunnings. HE wouldn't allow him to stay there in London, he could have stayed with his friend Ron and his family or his Godfather. The he that Harry was talking about is the Headmaster of his school Albus Dumbledore. Harry asked why he couldn't stay with them all he would say that this would be the last summer before his coming of age. His coming of age, that was happening in a few short weeks. All the Headmaster would tell him was maybe his family would want to be around him, to spend time with him. Harry snorted in disgust. Then he sighed giving in knowing that arguing with the Headmaster was tiring and it gave him the biggest headache. Harry new that the Headmaster didn't want him out of his control, but all he wanted to tell him was to take his beard and shove it were the sun don't shine and keep out of his business.

They been here since the beginning of the summer, they were staying in a small three-bedroom cabin in a small resort in the middle of an unknown town in Georgia. He sometimes wondered what it would be like with a family that loved him. His family hated him with a passion. As far back in his memory that he could remember he was their house elf and their own punching bag. He didn't even know why they hated him until his eleventh birthday, when he found out he was a wizard.

During the plane ride, his Uncle told him, no funny business, if he did he would regret it. Harry hid his wand in the wand holster that Sirius gave him so he wouldn't be defenseless. (He learned that the hard way, over the mess with Voldemort) They left his trunk at the Dursley's, so he wouldn't be able to ask for help. If there was a ever a need.

So here they were, in a tiny cabin in the middle of nowhere, in America.

During the second week of them staying there they started to hear rumors of dead people rising and eating people. Harry whimpered again still in his memory's of the way his family threw him to a pack of hungry wolfs are in this case Zombies.

Uncle Vernon came rushing through the door screaming at the top of his lungs for them. " Petunia! Petunia! Dudley we need to leave, take what you need, leave the rest!"

Harry moved slowly toward the door of his closet that Uncle made him sleep in so he wouldn't dirty the sheets with his freakishness. (magic) He slowly moved the door open so he could look out to see what was happening. All he saw was his Uncle standing there with a very frightened look on his face.

"What's wrong why do we have to leave Dad!" Dudley wined. Harry sighed. Dudley was a was such a wimp...

Petunia eyes widened, this most mean that the rumors were true. So she took a deep breath of air " Dudley pack what you can. We leave as soon as your ready." Trying to be strong for her family.

Harry watched how Dudley moved to go to the bedroom that he was staying in to get his bag ready.

Petunia heard sounds outside of the cabin, she then moved to the window to investigate what it was.

"VERNON there here!" Petunia screeched in horror, she saw them start to move on the porch. They were coming out of the small forest that was in front of the cabin. They were nasty looking things, some had fresh blood and guts on their clothing and face letting anyone who saw them know that they killed recently. They were the most terrifying things she ever saw.

Vernon hated his nephew with a passion, he wanted so bad to kill the little bastard when he first came to be on their front door step. All Vernon wanted was for his family to have a normal life. Was that so much to ask. He didn't even consider him family. All he saw when he looked in those big green eyes, was something unnatural, not meant to be in this world. With no regret he went to that same closet that he put the freak in, reached to grab the door nob and opened it with such glee. Knowing that when this was over he wouldn't lose any sleep when he threw his nephew out the door.

The most terrifying grin Harry ever saw was on his Uncles face, he reached in the closet to grab him with his bruising grip. " Wha...t" Harry shuddered in fright.

Harry screamed in fear when Uncle Vernon started to walk to the door. He started to fight the grip the he had on his hand like a wild animal. That there was going to be zombies outside that door if what his Aunt said is true. Feeling frightened he screamed again.

"Ver..non what are ... you doing... we couldn't ...he." Petunia shuddered in shock.

"This the only way Petunia, it's between him or son. Who would you pick, the life of an orphan or the boy you gave birth to." Vernon griped harder on Harry, glad he was leaving bruises.

Petunia didn't love her nephew, she closed her eyes, she will be condemned by God his self, for what they were about to do. Her baby boy or the ungrateful brat... She chose to turn away from the sight of Vernon opening the door, to throw the boy to the Zombies. (Lily, I'm sorry.)

Harry screamed in horror before he hit the ground in front of the Zombies. He started kicking and screaming, one of the things feel on him trying to get to his face. He could smell the putrid breath of the Zombie. He started pushing against its chest pure horror consumed him.

In that last moment of clarity when he saw his life passing before his eyes, his magic the same magic that has always got him out of sticky situations before rose up to protect him when he needed it the most. Gold light rose up and hovered over Harry and the zombies. Power unlike he's ever known shot down ward to surround him in a tornado like dome. The zombies that had him pined down started to smoke and sizzle. Harry's eyes widened in disbelief when the things started to turn to dust.

Harry grab his wand out of the wand holster on his arm trying to stop the shacking in his hands.

He closed his eyes in shock, when he forced them to open, he didn't have time to stay still already more of the Zombies were coming toward him. Harry got up as quickly as he could and started running away from them.

All that surrounded him was the woods on the resort, he started to look around him trying to remember the way to the main building of the resort. He didn't know exactly where to go. So he chose a random direction, hoping against hope it was the right way to go.

Harry Potter/Walking Dead

Albus Dumbledore was sitting in his office looking at the reports that was coming into Hogwarts by owl. He sighed, being worried wasn't going to solve anything. Three weeks went by since the outbreak of the dead coming back alive. He was pulling all the strings he could just for Harry.

When the outbreak happened he apperated to the Dursley's house hopping Harry was there. Arabella Fig told him that the Dursley's went on a trip to America. He was furious, they should have told him they were going to there.

He needed to get Harry back before his coming of age. Witch was happening in just one week. Albus tried not to feel the panic over Harry's lack of retrieval. He should have told him what was going to happened on his birthday. He thought that he was doing the right thing when he kept silent about his coming of age. He sighed again, the Potter blood were one of the most prestige blood lines they had. Harry came from Merlin, he alone had the power of a creature inheritance. If by any chance, Harry wasn't retrieved, he hoped that Serverus, Remus and Sirius had the strength to bring him home before any thing more happened to him.

Dumbledore scowled, it wasn't the best plan to send the wizards that hated each other with a passion. He had no choice in the matter he needed the three most powerful wizards that he had to find the boy before its to late. He needed the three wizards that cared for the boy to make sure to bring him home safe and sound.

He sighed once more, he got up from the chair that he was sitting in to move to the window that was in his office. Albus looked out the window in sadness when he saw the tents set up for the withes and wizards from all over the globe. He new that the medical ward was trying to find away to cure the disease before the population of the human race became extinct. The Auras started to go out to help the muggles. They new that they couldn't remain secret any longer. Killing the Zombies in front of the muggles were hard on most wizards and witches. The pure bloods were taught at a young age to hide the magic from them at all cost. The Wizardly community's that they had no choice in the matter for they needed to help the muggles before they to was wiped out of existence.

"Fawkes, what am I to do old friend" Albus moved his head to look at his great friend that stood with him through thick in thin. The great phoenix became his confident over the long years, when he was Headmaster. What most of them didn't understand was Fawkes was not his familiar he was bonded to Hogwarts not the Headmaster.

A thrill of a beautiful song rose up to surround him in soothing waves, " I know". Albus sighed, he had a lot to make up for when, not if Harry returns.

*Harry Potter/Walking dead

Still crunching behind the bushes, Harry was scared shit less, he had no way of getting help from the wizardly village. He didn't even know how to contact his Godfather or the Headmaster. He looked up watching the Zombies coming near him. Truly they were the most disgusting things he ever saw. He took a deep breath of fresh air, hoping that would help to stop the shacking of his hands.

It's been three weeks since the Dursley's threw him out to the zombies. He realized by all that time the Zombies were attracted to noise and they traveled in packs. He was going in blind not knowing what to do. He's been raiding small houses to get by but he wanted so much to go home.

All the battle's that he went in was nothing compared to when he saw the dead come back to life. Everything that happened with Voldemort, Harry was never alone. He always had his friends with him. He always had his back up.

He slowly moved out from the bushes he was hiding behind. For the last few days his magic was acting up some of the most simple spells he was able to cast in first year weren't working. Just a few days ago he tried a simple levitation spell and it fizz out in nothing. So he tried a few more, none of them were working.

Since his magic started acting up, he realized he felt weaker, like a new born baby. This morning when he woke up he didn't want to move, his energy was sapped. All he wanted to do was curl into a ball and sleep.

Harry slowly moved toward the house that he was in front of hoping he found food in it. He needed help, without his magic he was a sitting duck. Right now he was as weak as a new born kitten. He was wore out from everything and all he wanted to was cry.

Harry slowly made it to the door of the small house. He raised his shaking hands to the door nob wishing and hopping to his self at least that when he opened the door that there was nothing there that he had to kill. He didn't have the strength to raise his hand in self defense, much less fight anything.

He slowly opened the door by a crack, still nothing showed up at the door. He moved to opened the door fully. All he saw was darkness in the small house. He raised his wand knowing that he didn't have that much magic to work with. So he took a very deep breath and started to pray then he closed his eyes and whispered " Lumus"

Weak light flooded the once dark room. As Harry blinked his eyes opened all he saw was a room that looked like it saw better days. He released the breath in relief. He moved to shut the door of the house still holding his wand. He started to move in the room to get a feel of the place hopping that there was no surprises in store for him. All he saw was a living area. This was a home at one time. There was two couches and an entertainment center were a telly set in the middle.

He didn't hear any thing so he stumbled in to the kitchen praying that there was food and water. He moved to the cabinets and opened them. He cried out in relief when he saw some food boxes of cereal. He grab them in a hurry glad that it didn't disappear on him. He looked around seeing if there was any thing to drink. He moved over toward the pantry on his left, when he slide the door opened he saw a can of tomato juice, he reached for it in relief.

Harry set down were he was and took out the knife he found about a week ago when he realized his magic wasn't working. He needed a weapon to keep others and those things away.

He forced the can opened with the knife, thirsty and hungry.

As Harry started to stuff his face with stale cereal and drinking the nasty tomato juice. Tears started to fall down his face. He started to slump down onto the floor more, " W...hy, Why me?" Harry whispered...

As he was crying, his eyes slowly closed and his heart beet slowed down.

Harry Potter went to sleep terrified that when he woke up that this wasn't a going to be a dream. As he laid there asleep a gold light that came from him moved up to surround him in gentle waves. It slowly rose out ward to surround him in a force field of magic. In that last moment of clarity the clock that hung up over the door in the kitchen struck midnight on the thirty first of July... The last thought before the small boy succumbed to sleep was " Happy Birthday Harry"

*Harry Potter/ Walking dead

A dog the size of a great dane , started to bark in excitement knowing they were close, just be Harry's scent alone. Sirius Black also known as Padfoot smelt his Godson that came threw here not to long ago.

"Easy there Pady, are you sure?" A gentle voice sounded.

"The mutt must have smelt the boy lets go" A snarky gruff with attitude voice said.

Remus closed his chocolate brown eyes , praying for patients. Forcing himself not kill these two, it was getting very hard not to want to. They did nothing but fight since they got there in America, all he wanted to do was bash their heads in.

Sirius changed back into his human self screaming. "Shut the fuck up sniffles! He yelled in anger.

Serverus Snape scrolled at the dog, all he wanted to do was go home but they all were worried about the boy, he was lost out here on the verge of his coming of age. The boy couldn't use magic because it was the dawn of his birth.

Sirius hated that his beloved godson was here in this godforsaken landmass. How he hated Dumbledore from keeping the truth of what was going to happen to Harry on his seventeenth Birthday. He new that man wanted Harry under his thumb so he would be indebted to him. If he had anything to say about it he was going to make sure that his godson was going to make it... Even if he had to disappear from the wizardly world. He was going to take his Godson with him to hell with everyone else.

All three of them snapped there head up to the sky as one, they sucked air in to there lungs in shock.

They felt magic in it's purest form.

"Harry" Sirius whimpered, this was what they were waiting for. The coming of age when a powerful wizard or witch comes into their power and then it changes them to something more.

He started to run toward the power source before the zombies got to his beloved godson first. As he was running he shifted to the his grim form, Padfoot.

Serverus and Remus started to chase after the black grim.

They ran up a hill, when they made it to the top they all gasped.

As they came to a stop all they saw was a small house that was isolated in the middle of no where. They saw dozens of zombies that surrounded the keep, all they were doing was banging at the windows and doors trying to get in to the house. Sirius scowled, his son needed him and he be damned that these things were going to take him from them if he had any thing to say about. He only paused for a second then he started running once more down the hill. When he got to the bottom he shifted firing spell after spell... Other spells joined his magic killing the zombies left and right. He grinned, at least Serverus and Remus had his back.

Sirius drew a sword and started to stab anything that moved... Pieces of flesh started to fly left and right.

By the time there was no flesh eating monsters to kill, Remus and Serverus needed to get to Harry soon as possible before they lose him. All three of them rushed to the house screaming out his name.

As they searched the house in a panic, they went into the kitchen and saw the dome like spear of raw magic.

"HARRY'" Sirius screamed.

"SIRIUS calm down you know what we most do to get him to survive his coming!" Remus moved over to shake him to get him to remember what most happened NOW before it became to late.

Serverus scrolled about ready to blow a gasket in anger. " If you need a moment to calm your self then leave, I know what most be done." He said in annoyance.

"Like hell you bastard" Sirius took a deep breath trying to think what needed to happen so his godson can survive. He closed his stormy gaze, trying to think about the genes of the Potter's. Remembering what James told him so long ago when he was holding a very small baby Harry.

" We need to hold hands since were the ones doing the transfer of magic to help steady the bond. After that we slowly raise our magic and enter the core of Harry's magic. " Sirius raised his head scowling, after today that they would see each other as family because then they will be bonded to Harry by magic alone.

The Potters were descended by Merlin him self, before Merlin's coming of age he was a human wizard. The day of his coming of age his magic changed him to accommodate the intake of power. He was no longer the human Lord. Lady magic changed him to be different. If he would have stayed human the intake of the over load of magic would have killed him.

He new this was going to happen to his beloved sweet Harry.

Harry sweet Harry, he deserve to live. He wanted so much to curse fate. Sirius closed his stormy gaze and started to pray to anything or anyone...

*Harry Potter/ Walking Dead

Were...who...how? Tired so very tired, all he wanted to do was sleep. He thought he heard voices telling him to wake up. He didn't want to. So much pain. Go away... Voices " H...ARRY" Please let him live in the world that he created, the darkness felt comforting.

He needed to wake up, he needed something... he wanted to be safe... Protected... Loved. Cared for, Harry didn't understand why he needed these things. He never wanted them before. He frowned, trying to think of why he wanted to feel like he was loved. Wanted.

" Harry please open those beautiful eyes" A very worried voice told him.

He forced his eyes open in shock. Who would say that he had beautiful eyes.

As he was opening them he locked emerald green to stormy gray. He new him.

" Do you remember what happened Harry?" Harry frowned trying to figure out what he was suppose to remember. "Siri" Harry crocked. "Wh..at"

" Don't talk." Water was thrust to his mouth for him to drink.

Harry turned in shock when he saw Professor Snape and Remus kneeling beside him. He blinked when he realized that the one who spoke was Snape. Harry took a great big swallow of water greedily. Remus gently helped him to sit up against the wall in the kitchen. Harry frowned realizing he was still holding his Godfather's hand.

" Siri!" Harry cried out in relief. Then he jumped in his Godfathers arms in happiness. Tears started to fall down his eyes, when he realized he wasn't alone anymore. He slumped more in the comforting arms.

Sirius raised his head to lock eyes with the two people that helped get Harry threw this. He was worried just by Harry's respond.

Serverus new just by the appearance of Potter, that their life will never be the same. Just looking at the boy they were going to have there hands full. After they helped Potter with his coming of age, their magic went inside Harry's magical core to help it from clasping in it self.

"Harry, just try to remember why were here." Remus said as softly as he can. " What was the last thing that happened to you."

Harry frowned wondering why they were admen for him to recall what happened. As he was thinking back, then he realized: Being pushed out the door by the Dursley's, fighting the Zombie things, turning them to dust. Trying to stay alive for weeks. His Bir...th...day. As he looked up to his beloved godfather he new that something was going on. All he wanted to do was snuggle up to his Sirius. He frowned wondering why he put the his to Sirius's name. As he was looking around to the three people that's been there for him most of his life. He realized that he felt that they were his: they were family. Harry raised his head to look at his godfather in confusion.

" Pup I'm guessing that by your expression that you know by now that your thinking differently. Your thoughts have changed. Your feeling safe, content. You feel that you want to please everyone expressly us." Sirius said very softly to his beloved godson.

"What happened to me? Why do I feel this way?" Harry asked more confused.

Remus gave a warning look to Serverus when he was going to open his mouth to say something scathe. He turned to look at the boy. " Harry, you went through your coming of age three days ago. When a very powerful wizard goes through that, they change to match the power that they were given by the great Lady Magic."

Harry frowned, " Change what change?"

"In some cases they were known to change to match the power that was given. Do you understand?" Remus said.

Sirius took a very deep breath knowing this is were he comes in to tell him about his family. " Pup your family was very special. You were bound to be different. The Potter family have gave birth to different races before." Before he could tell him the rest Harry's shinning emeralds started to widen.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN CHANGE?!" Harry repeated, he started to think that he was some ugly high-bred or something hideous. He started to think that he had horns that was growing out of his head. (please anyone there don't make me as ugly as VoldyPants) Harry pleaded to himself.

Sirius bit his cheek, the talk that they prepared for Harry wasn't working. He realized that Harry was really panicked thinking that there was something wrong with his appearance.

" O for god sake boy look" Serverus changed the bowl that Potter had in his hands to a mirror so he would stop with his panic episode.

Harry's emeralds widen in shock disbelief. What he saw was a very pretty boy. The boy had long raven hair that went to his knees. Heart shaped face, Emerald green eyes. Harry tilted his face and saw pointed ears. As he looked down he saw a very petite body that reminded him of a female's body with out the tits.

Harry let go of his Godfather's hand and raised that same hand to touch the mirror. "What am I" he wipered

Sirius closed his eyes, there was no way to break it to him they had to tell him out right. So with that thought he said. " Your an elf, were not sure what kind yet but were going to figure this out together. All of us."

Remus new that they sould tell him all the truth, he wasn't going to like what else they had to say. " Your a Submissive elf"

Harry's eyes went wild in shock...

*Harry Potter/Walking Dead

He sometimes hated the world that they ended up in. Knowing there was no changing what happened. If anyone would have told him a year ago that they were going to fight a bunch of dead people he would have laughed in there faces and then tell them all to go to hell. So here he was hunting to find food for the group so no one would starve. He could almost hear his brother taunting voice in his head laughing at the ornery of it all.

He took the crossbow in his hands to aim it at the deer that was a little ways in front of him. As he was aiming the deer got scared by a noise and took off running.

' Fucking bitch" Daryl hissed between clenched teeth.

Daryl snapped his head to look off to the side were the noise came from and saw Rick coming out of the bushes and trees. He glared in his direction in anger.

Rick raised his hands showing he was sorry.

Daryl started to stomp toward him, " What the fuck do you think that your doin." Daryl snarled.

Rick knowing Daryl for the past year, that this was one of the days were Daryl was in a mood. " Sorry didn't mean to disturbed you" Rick said backing away, when he realized Daryl was going to try and pick a fight with him.

Daryl hissed at him in annoyance. He turned away from their suppose leader. Just thinking about his brother always put him in a bad mood, there was no reason to take it out on Rick.

For the last year they've been to many places trying to find a place to stay safe, safe was way over rated anyway. They finally made it to a prison were the gates were still up. Everyone were hoping that this was it maybe they found a place to stay away from the walkers.

He signed to his self, for the last few days he felt that there was something coming he didn't know what it was. It felt like his whole body was vibrating in anticipation. He was waiting, everything he ever was, every muscle was tense.

He hoped for once that what he felt was good. They needed it.. if only to feel the hope...

A/u

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