Please read: Okay, because of my sister I have gotten addicted to the Walking dead. Or to be more specific the walking dead Harry potter crossover stories so I am going to do two things. One try to write my own, and two send out a challenge for other to write their own as well. With a promise that I will keep this story up. So please answer my challenge cause with each person who does I will try to add a chapter to this story or my other story. Please read/

An-This will be slash and will be Daryl/Harry pairing; cause I love that pairing.

I do not own, or make any profit off of Harry Potter or the walking dead. If I did things would be a lot different than they are, and probably nowhere near as good as it now.

Chapter one

Harry, from his spot on the roof, couldn't help but narrow his eyes when heard what he knew to be the sounds of gunshots coming from the distance. A distance that was that far away, in fact from how loud the guns shots where, and how close the sounded to him, Harry would say whatever they were coming from was just a couple of buildings away from him; at most at that.

Hearing this and knowing what the sounds could mean, that there were other survives nearby besides him, Harry quickly grabbed the bag he had laid down beside him; just minutes ago before he had heard the sounds of guns shots. Then, after making sure that all his weapons were still on him, and that they, nor his bags, were in any dangers of actually falling off, leaped from the roof to the next one; using the skills he had gained in free running to do so.

As he did this Harry couldn't help but wonder if about the other survivors where they the good kind, or where they more similar to the ones Harry had been forced to put down when he had run into them. Because honestly from what Harry had seen so far, this Walking dead apocalypse seemed to really bring out the worst in people; though at the same time Harry still held hope that that wasn't always the case.

Once he was on the other roof, and once he his focus off of the other groups he had run into before, Harry took off in the direction the sounds of gunshots were coming from. Jumping from wall to roof to another roof using all the skills he had gained over the years to make sure that he never touched to Walker invested ground. That he never went lower then what could be considered the second story floor.

As he did this Harry found himself thinking back to how he ended up in the situation he was in now. Not, how he ended up in a Walking dead infested apocalypse, or how he ended up being something akin to a rough hunter putting down the worst of the worst, but how he ended up in Atlanta Georgia instead of in England with the rest of his supposed friends. To make a long story short, it had all really started shortly after Harry had defeated Voldemort once and for all; just when Harry had thought things were actually going to get better for him.

During the first couple of days after the defeat of the dark lord Harry had been able to put the feelings he was continuing to get down as the adrenalin that he had gained during the war; which he knew should be fading soon. But when the feelings didn't go way, and only seemed to increase as time went on, getting even worse than it had ever been with Voldemort, Harry knew that his magic was trying to warn him of something that was coming his way. Something bigger and most likely even more dangerous than Voldemort had been.

Harry feeling this, and at the time having honestly cared about his friends, actually having wanted them to be safe from whatever the danger had been, had done his best to warn them of the feelings he was getting. He had at the time believed they would have accepted his warning, would have realized that he wouldn't have lied about something so big; not to the people he had at one point considered family.

But in the end it hadn't gone as well as Harry had hoped it would have; not in the least bit. Instead of being supportive and understanding of what Harry had said, and perhaps take it with a grain of salt, his supposed best friends and those he had called family, had scorned what he had warned them about. Mocked him about it even. Telling him that he was being paranoid, that he was just plan out crazy, and going even further then that by telling him that he was trying once more to force himself in the spot light by making some supposed tale about yet another big bad come.

They had pretty much told him they didn't believe him and that they thought he should give up everything he had done. Take down all the preparations he had already had in place for what his magic was warning him about, and instead settle down and marry Ginny like he was supposed to do from the beginning. After of course apologizing to everyone for his paranoia, and swear that he would seek help for it while leaving Ginny, and her mother, in charge of everything while he was getting that help.

When he had heard this Harry hadn't taken what had been said very well, and now Harry could say he had perhaps overreacted a little all things considering. But at the same time he could also say that the way they had responded had been way over to top as well. Considering the fact that Harry knew for a fact that if he had given any control over to anything to Ginny or Molly he wouldn't ever be getting it back from those very controlive women. Not only that but the so called help that they had wanted him to go too had been pretty much place himself under their control; which again Harry knew he wouldn't be free of.

But in the end Harry guessed it was the way he had reacted that had been what really torn the relationship, the already damaged relationship he had with his friends, in two for good. Seeing as he told them that he wasn't going to be with Ginny, that he couldn't see her in that light and that he never would see he in that light; not every again. Nor would he let them control any part of his life like they seemed to want to, because unlike what they thought it was his life and he was in control of it not them.

Which meant he wasn't going to taking down any of his work, nor was he going to apologize for being rightly paranoid when his magic was warning him against something. That the only thing he was actually sorry for was trying to help them and warn them about it at the same time. Because all that seemed to get him was their scorn, which he had also told them where they could shove that as well. Needless to say none of that really went over to well with any of them.

Because after he told them all of this Harry found himself no longer invited to the family get togethers, no longer looked at warmly by his so called family, in fact whenever he met them his friends went out of their way to move to the other side of the road to avoid him completely. Well, Ron had tried to punch him a couple of time whenever he had seen him at first but after several times of Harry knocking him straight on his ass every time he tried this he too stopped and joined the others on the other side of the road.

This had hurt Harry at first. That is before he had decided to throw his all into preparing for whatever his magic was warning him about; as a way to keep his mind off the loss of what had been his supposed family.

This turned out to be another mistake seeing as his so called friend, angry that Harry hadn't apologized to them or hadn't come crawling back like they had believed he would have, began to spread warning about his paranoia. Tell anyone who would listen about how Harry was trying to put himself in the spot like again by making up another danger so the wizarding world would go back to looking at him like a Hero. Would go back to depending on him, and as they had put it cratering to his every whim; something that had Harry raising an eyebrow and wondering just when something like that had ever happened to him.

Because of these rumors, and the fact that Harry himself wasn't speaking up against them, too busy gathering things up everything he had thought he would need, to even really pay them any attention to them, Harry found himself being road blocked and glared at where ever he went. Finally after an attack by some 'off time' Aurour who had 'accidently' mistaken him for a dark wizard while he was out buying potion supplies in bulk Harry decided enough was enough and had moved to America; without information anyone about what he was planning on doing. Taking all his money and emptying everything else he owned in England while he was at it; be it Manors, vaults or businesses that belonged to him. Leaving them to deal with how that would affect their economy as he was at it; after all the war had taught him something hadn't it.

Once he had gotten to America Harry felt his magic settle a little bit, letting Harry know without words that he was currently on the right track to having the safety his magic felt he needed. Feeling this and knowing that he still had more work to do Harry had gotten back to work on what he had been doing in Britain; this time without the road blocks that had been stopping him in England. Meaning Harry had been able to get all his things together a lot faster than he had been before.

Not to mention with all the things he had taken with him from England, all the things from his vaults, the shops he had owned, and the houses that he had owned that had been in England, there was a lot less things he actually needed to grab. Though Harry found himself grabbing copies of things as a just in case none the less; after all better safe than sorry.

With his magic continually urging Harry, in a seven year period, had managed to purchase a major chunk of forest; one larger than even the forbidden forest outside of Hogwarts. All of which he heavily warded, with notice me not wards, with intent ward, with wards to keep out pest, with one sided silencing wards, with temperature wards, and many other wards that would keep everything but what Harry wanted in, out.

Then after making sure all the wards where up, and wouldn't come down anytime soon, no matter what force was used, Harry began to build up walls, just behind the wards, walls that were a good ten feet tall, but still hidden by all the trees that were both in front of and behind them. Walls that went completely around all the property he owned, and walls that Harry had reinforced with magic making them stronger then steel and around the strength of an actual diamond. After these walls had been built, and recalling something Mad-eye Moody had told him, as well as remembering something similar in one of the tale Bill had told him Goblin paranoia, Harry decided to add a little more protection.

This in mind Harry after moving away a good five feet in front of the wards, and a good six feet outside the walls began to carve a deep trench going all the way around his land. A trench that was a good six feet deep, and another six feet wide, with a slight slope on each side; making it very difficult for anyone to simple jump over.

A trench that Harry was currently rather to put sharp stakes at the bottom or not. Before decided that for now he'd leave it be, and instead made a small draw bridge be the only way over said trench, a draw bridge Harry had spelled too seamlessly blend into the wall so that only those that knew it was there, and were written into the wards themselves, could call it down; anyone else was pretty much out of luck. Especially if Harry did decided to add those stakes at the bottom of the trench at a later date.

Harry after placing all this protection up began to feel his magic start to calm down once he started to begin to feel a little safer. Yet, at the same time he knew even with all this protection it still wasn't enough. There was still more that he needed to do; though not so much in regards to structural protection.

Knowing this Harry had, going with a gut instinct and the continuous insisting of his magic, build several different houses behind the walls. These houses he had magically based off the way that the magical tents that he had were made; but with better defenses and a bit more room then the tents could provide.

This meant that each small cabin was much large on the inside and several more rooms then you could eve expect in such small looking cabins; which at most looked like they could have maybe at most a kitchen, a bathroom, and a bedroom. But contrary to how they looked actually had a good at least three bedrooms in them, a large kitchen which held a magical storage unit in it as well as a working wooden stove, two fully functioning and fully operational bathrooms that ran on magic, and a large family room that would later be filled with things to do. Though currently the cabins were rather empty and only had the barest of essentials in them, seeing as currently there was no one living in them to help give them their own personality.

Not only that but outside of each of these cabins Harry took the time to plant their own small gardens in the back with each one having a fruit tree or two around them as well; making it so each cabin had its own way to grow food if it was needed. Not to mention Harry also took the time to add a small wooden fence to separate them from the other. To both give an illusion of privacy between the cabins as well as show just where the boundaries between the cabins were.

To put it simply Harry build a small, maybe fifteen house large, town behind the walls that he had put up; with the rest of the land behind the walls being a large forest. Which was something Harry didn't feel like messing with, seeing as Harry felt a peace when he walked in the forest. Not only that but the forest also provided yet another source of food that he wasn't going to scoff at in the least bit; wild game.

Harry after he had his small town built began to make it more livable; becoming rather bothered by the fact it seemed most like a ghost town than anything else. To do this Harry began making it more like a farming town by going out and getting actual cows, goats, sheep, Pigs, chicken, and horses to live in the small town; getting at least two of each type. With all of them with their own little place to stay and each with their own purpose for the town.

All taken care of by a group of house elves Harry had managed get to agree to come with him, when he had first left England, and who actually lived in one of the house Harry had built. One of the houses that was closest to his, and the one that Harry had let the house elves pick out themselves; not to mention decorate it themselves as well. Seeing as it was their home, Harry thought it just fit to let them do so.

It was because of these house elves that Harry had actually remembered to eat, and remembered to take care of himself instead of constantly following the pushing of his magic to get prepared for whatever was about to happen. It was because of these house elves that Harry actually took a break once in a while to just smell the air instead of burning out trying to think of everything he might need, and it was because of these elves that Harry remembered that he did need to actually sleep once in a while.

In fact in Harry mind it was because of these elves that Harry was actually still alive; for Harry was sure he would have long since killed himself from lack of care if not for them. Because of this those house elves had become Harry's family and as his family Harry had become really protective of them.

Still with the house elves Harry had been able to get all the other things his magic had been insisting on; a lot easier than he would have otherwise. Things that were both muggle and magical. Things like potions, books, medical supplies of all types, clothes of different sizes for different types of weather, food of all types, shoes, boot, knifes, guns, and many other things.

Harry had gotten so many different things, be it magical or muggle, that Harry had literally used several different multiple roomed trunks to hold it all; a good fifty in fact. And those trunks were all filled to the brim, even with several shrinking charms used, that Harry had to hold the rest of the things that he hadn't been able to fit in the trunks he had, in three different bottomless bags. Which as it turned out weren't actually bottomless but before him no one had really managed to actually fill them all to find the limit they had. Fortunately the third bag he had was nearly empty and still and a really long way to be filled so Harry felt pretty safe in that regard.

Though the cost of getting everything that he had, had ended up costing Harry all the money had had, every last bit of it; emptying all his vaults to do it. But even knowing this, knowing that if he was wrong that he had just left himself penniless, Harry couldn't find it in him to regret it; not in the least bit. Seeing as his magic finally calmed down enough that the maddening itch it had been giving him lately finally went away. Not only that but at the same time even if he didn't have any money Harry had a home, with so many different things that he felt that he would never really need to have any money anyway.

At the age of twenty four, seven years after he his magic started to go haywire, and only a good two weeks after Harry had finally managed to get everything together enough for his magic to actually calm down a bit. Harry found out just why his magic had been reacting the way it had in the first place, when the dead start to walk. But by then Harry couldn't find it in himself to care as his magic had already started to urge him to find others. Something Harry was happy to do, because despite how he acted at time Harry was a rather social person; at least with those he trusted.

Which was why Harry was currently where he was He had been following the call of his magic. So far Harry hadn't found any luck what so ever when it came to other survivors, with them either being little more than murderous gangs, or to terrified to let Harry anywhere near them or their people.

But as of right now Harry was strongly getting the feeling that that was about to change, rather for the better or the worst he wasn't quite sure; but like most he was hoping for the best. Which is why Harry was currently using all his skill in free running to jump from roof to roof, following the sounds of gun firing off in the distance. Well, that and sheer curiosity about who was doing all that shooting in such a walker infested place; most people had already learnt that sound attracts those things so they didn't shoot as much

Harry once he reached the area that the gun shots were coming from quickly ducked behind the small shed like building that was currently part the roof he was on. Before preceded to watch the scene that was going on in front of him with hawk like eyes; saying nothing, letting no one know that he was there, but just watching what was going on. Judging if the people in the building beside him were people he wanted to bring to his home, to his sanctuary, and most importantly to his family; however weird and nonhuman said family might be.

What Harry saw when he did this, left him stunned and more than a little disgusted; even if he knew he didn't have the whole story behind what was happening yet. And at the same time what he saw made him wonder just why the hell he wanted humans to be in his save house where his family was. After all humans were usually prejudice as hell and his family wasn't in anyway normal; nor was he for that matter.

What Harry saw that made him feel just this way was the fact that there was a small group, of maybe five people on the roof, and four of them had just handcuffed the last member to a pipe before running off. Leaving the last member behind changed to the ground with what looked like a group of walkers banging on the door; a door that one of the other members had at least been simi-kind enough to chain shut.

Now Harry was sure that there was some reason for what had just happened, there had to have been. But at the same time all he had seen was that those four had literally just handcuffed a man to a pipe, in the hot Georgia sun with no water, no shelter and worst yet in a building that was about to be overran by flesh eating monsters. Seeing this Harry couldn't help but wonder wouldn't just shooting the man in the head be kinder then leave him there just waiting to be torn apart and eaten?

Harry knew he would have preferred a short death then a long drawn out painful one like they had just left the man too. Not to mention the sheer fear the man must be feeling as he listen to the oncoming walkers; as his mind began to play with him giving him scenarios of what was going to happen to him.

Seeing this, and not being able to leave the man there, especially with not knowing just why the man had been left behind in the first place. Harry, with a small bust of help from his magic, leaped a crossed the roof he had been on and landed on the one the man was on. Just in time to see said man reaching for the single hand saw that had been left behind by the other; obviously planning on sawing his own hand off so he could escape. Seeing this Harry couldn't help but shout out.

"Wait!" causing the man in question to spin around and glare at Harry. Seeing this and seeing that the man's eyes were glazed slightly in what Harry could figure out was a drug induced haze Harry cursed slightly before throwing caution to the wind and stunning the man; the spell hitting the man hard enough to actually knock him out.

After all it would be easier to deal with the man that way, and Harry would rather not get attacked after freeing the man. Which given the fact Harry had no idea just what type of drugs the man was on, or what type of person he was for that matter, there was a good chance he would attack Harry if Harry freed him; if he had still be conscious while Harry had done so that is.

Harry after stunning the man, and after seeing the spell had been enough to knock the man out, quickly went over to the man before using his magic to unlock the chain that had been holding said man to the pipe. After doing this, and just as the doors that had been beginning to creak from the strain of holding back the walkers, Harry apparated to a one of the nearby building; where he had placed a temporary safe place within. Here he'd be able to heal up the man and get him detoxed enough to find out just what the hell was going on; just why he had been left up on the roof in the first place. As well as, perhaps getting someone to travel with him at the same time.