Answers to a few reviews (May find some hints):

elengylnn: Well, I can give you the hint that the earrings and the brother*coughs*s, are related together in some way.

She Who Walks With Death: I'm so happy someone got that, inviting death. And yes Daryl treated him with precaution, as he is doing with everyone else at the camp right now. And don't you worry, kid version will be coming in the later chapters.

917brat: Well, I don't want to clear everything up. It wouldn't be fun to read if you revealed everything. Have to keep the reader sitting on the edge wondering what's going on. But due time, it will be more clearer. And I'm happy it got you more curious.

Emrys myrdin: I apologize, I'm not the best to write French, but I can read it pretty well. No Harry will not become Ricks lapdog, don't you worry.

.1654: There will probably not be a pairing, I'm not sure yet, but probably not. But there will be a platonic relationship with Harry and a few persons that will be unnamed for now.

Everyone: Thank you, it makes me happy to hear that you find this interesting, and that it spiked your curiosity. It makes me want to keep writing, which is good, really good. I'm really surprised that a few even said my English spelling is amazing, even better than some native eng-speakers. I am surprised.

Chapter Two: Trip

It was a pain to jog back towards the truck that was parked outside the city. Guillermo's gang had delayed their stay at the city, and the sun was soon setting. Harry found his eye twitching when they were greeted by an empty space of where the car had been. Glenn looked shocked and watched around if he really saw right, wishing it would magically appear in front of him.

"You left the car keys inside the car?" Harry said silently, he could feel a headache blooming inside his head.

Both Rick and Glenn were silent, as T-Dog scoffed "Should we start hiking back before it gets really dark outside?" Everyone nodded to that.

"It could have been Merle." stated Daryl.

"Maybe, but I freed him from those cuffs yesterday." stated Harry. "I only stayed up there because it was getting dark and I felt like the rooftop would be safe enough for a night." he lied easily.

"How did you get up to the roof anyways? The door was chained, and you weren't there when we left." T-Dog questioned. Yeah, how had this kid come up to the roof anyways?

Harry just chuckled. "I have my ways." Shifting, taking a tighter grip to his backpack. "So, shall we take a hike? I can't lead because I don't know where your camp is."

The hike was long, and the silence unnerving. Daryl looked like he still could run a marathon. Rick could probably too, if it wasn't that he woke up from a coma a couple of days ago. Glenn was a fast runner, but for a short time. While T-Dog, tried to keep up the best he could. Then there was Harry, who could run, but had fun dragging his feet. Eventually when the sun went down it began to get colder, and Harry had to take his leather jacket out from his backpack and put it on, so he would act more, human. It was already dark when they turned to the road that led to their camp, only a few kilometers and they would be there. But as the camp neared, screams filled the night. Everyone took a run for it. Even T-Dog didn't complain when he had to run up the slope. No, everyone ran to see what was happening at the camp. Well, everyone except one. Now he stopped dragging his feet, but walked slowly in steady steps. One down, few more to go.

When Harry managed to climb up the slope, ''surprisingly'' it had taken him to 30 minutes to walk up a small slope. He was greeted by the sight of crying women and children, men gasping for air, and a ton of dead walkers on the ground. The sight of gore didn't bother him at all, he was used to it. He had been used to it a long time. What mildly surprised him was the gun pointed to his head.

"And who, the fuck, are you?" the man said, cocking hid gun slightly.

"Shane! He's with us!" Rick shouted. "Meet everyone! Everyone, meet Harry!"

Shane gave Rick a skeptical look and turned back to Harry and looked him from head to toe. Personally he didn't want some wannabe rebellious teen around his camp. The boy smelled like a lot of trouble. His irritated look only caused the teen to smirk.

Shane wasn't the only one who had noticed the teens arrival and soon few joined to get a new look on the teen and welcome him into the group.

Carl's eyes gleamed with joy, mouthing 'So cool.' Though Lori noticed this and tried to hide her precious boy from the rebel. Harry kneeled down and shot up his hand to greet Carl, giving a small smile.

"Hi buddy, I'm Harry."

Carl looked at the hand and ripped away from Lori and took Harrys hand. "I'm Carl. I'm 12!"

Harry grinned, he thought Carl would have shied away from him, but the firm grip Carl was giving him said otherwise. He felt a hand on his shoulder, trying to drag him away from Carl, instead he stood up and gave a firm look towards Shane.

"Looks like I have a bad timing on arriving." Harry said looking around the camp. Shane huffed. "You don't say?"

"May I?" Harry said, pointing towards the camp. "It's kinda getting cold just staying still."

Harry took off his backpack, and holding it in his hand he walked towards the camp. Seeing Andrea crying over her, soon-to-be dead, sister lying on the ground. Harry walked over to them and put his backpack on the ground next to him as he sat down next to Andrea. Andrea, of course, got irritated. "Piss off." she hissed.

Harry chuckled. "No I don't think so." He put his hand, cupping Amy's cheek, he breathed out.

Andrea's temper was burning. "Who the fuck, do you think you are!" she shouted, but before she could push him away and hit him hard in the face, Amy woke up and turned her head towards Harry and smiled.

"Hello." she greeted him with a soft voice.

"Good evening." he answered. She didn't say anything else, but kept smiling.

"It will be a beautiful night tonight." Harry sighed. "Say hi to Fred and George, you'll like them, I promise."

Amy nodded and closed her eyes to rest. Around the same time Dale walked down. "Kid, you should leave them alone."

Shane agreed. "Yeah, let Andrea mourn for a while before she greets Death." To this Harry smiled, nodding his head.

Later that evening, everyone sat down by the campfire and warmed themselves, wondering what they should do tomorrow. Obviously they couldn't stay there for any longer. Jim had sat down a bit further away from everyone else, still in ear shot. Carol and Sophia were mourning for Ed's death. Though, Harry could almost taste the tears of joy.

Shane sat close to Harry, keeping a close eye on him, as Harry had heard him and Rick talking earlier that evening. "So what's your full name, kid?" Shane asked. "Where's your family?"

"My name… My name is Harry M. Potter." Harry lied easily. "Well, my parents are long gone, and I have three elder brothers." he smiled.

"So where's your brothers then? You spoke of them as if they're still around, if so, why are you here? Why were you alone?"

"Oh, I already saw one in Atlanta, the other two, well they are pretty much everywhere. Even if we're close. But we all wear something that connects us." Harry nodded, pleased with his answer. "I'm the youngest. And what connects me to them, are my earrings. They symbolize our personalities and well, ways. The bone is my symbol, the sword, the bow and the scale are my brothers symbols."

Shane, and a few others gave Harry a look of confusion. "So, if your brother is in Atlanta, why aren't you with him. Why is he there anyways! It's filled with walkers, he could have come with you!" Dale stated.

"OH! He's not there anymore, he left." Harry said. The enigma around him was only growing.

"Who in their right minds would leave their younger brother all alone in the city! You look so young" Carol gasped. Daryl, who was only standing next to the campfire to warm himself, not to listen to sad sob stories at all. Even he thought, it was weird, family doesn't leave one behind, that thought soon reminded him of Merle, and left Daryl with a bitter taste.

"Nah, it's ok, that's how our little family works anyways. And believe me, I'm older than I look, I know my ways around." Harry explained, waving his hand as if he was waving the conversation out of his way.

When everyone went to sleep, Harry offered to watch over the camp for the first shift. Shane, of course didn't like the idea at all, but Harry insisted that they should take it as his thanks for taking him to 'safety'.

Harry knew when everyone had fallen asleep, he stepped out from his mortal form, and greeted Ed's soul. The group had already bashed his head to pieces, it was only his soul that needed to be guided. Ed, of course, was an ill willed spirit, and refused to believe he was dead. Walking around the camp, screaming in anger when no one turned to listen to him, he wasn't even convinced when he had walked past his body.

"Mister, I'm scared, can you help me?" Ed heard, turning around to meet a raven haired child with jade eyes. "I know where to go, but it's dark and lonely, can you keep me company?"

Ed looked around, watching if anyone else was around. Was this child talking to him? He had never seen the girl from before. "Where do you need to go?" Ed answered, giving a huff. He had to admit, the child was cute, and innocent looking.

"I need to go that way!" The child answered happily, pointing away from the camp. Ed nodded, and took the child's hand, not knowing really why he wanted to. They both started walking, a straight road, Ed was too focused on the little girl, younger than his own daughter, walking next to him, to even notice that the background morphed into something more dark and sinister. Only when they had arrived, Ed tore his eyes away from the girl, shouting in anger. "What the fuck! Where the hell are we!?"

The girl morphed into someone entirely different. "Exactly where you just said; in Hell."

The morning came way too quickly, Harry had just managed to transform into his mortal form before the first people woke up. Naturally, he wanted to look busy while watching. And he was eating his now, three days old pizza he made. Sadly these were the last slices he had left. He would have shed a tear if he could.

"Morning." he murmured as someone walked below him, while he kept his gaze towards the distance.

Rick climbed up the ladder to the roof and sat next to Harry. "So you've been up all night, you could have woken someone up instead of staying awake all night, you know?"

"Nah, it's cool, I've kept myself busy."

To this Rick just chuckled "If you say so buddy."
He sighed, and dragged his hand through his hair. "So, today packing and moving somewhere else. I was thinking CDC, but Shane has other plans…" he murmured the last part.

Harry just smiled at this. "Well, I'll follow where ever we end up in. I thought I'll go wash my clothes before we go. These are the only ones I have right now." he shrugged his shoulders and jumped down, and started walking down to the quarry lake. He started stripping down to his boxers and took a quick dip into the lake, scrubbing his arms and legs with his arms, washing away the dirt. He walked up to the shore and started washing his clothes. It was a relatively cold morning, but it didn't bother him. When he was finished washing the dirt off his dark jeans he hung them over a stone next to him, and started washing his t-shirt. His peace and quiet was broken by a small gasp when the women of the camp walked down to wash the groups clothes before they would be on the move again. Who knew when the next time was to wash clothes.

What made the women gasp in surprise was the scarification on Harrys left arm and leg, seeing it for the first time.

"What is that!" Lori said in a disappointed tone. "Young man, you shouldn't destroy your body like that!"
she looked up and down on his arms and legs in a more disappointed gaze. "Do you think it's 'cool' to cut so many small cuts that it looks like bones? Even your fingers! And toes!" she gasped. "You can't even stich these close! And they're all black! Are they infected?" she grabbed his arm, forcing his hand away from washing his clothes.

He gave off an irritated sigh. "Please don't touch me." he said as he tried to get his arm back.

"Yea, I know they are there. But it's a family tradition." he stated, to this Lori murmured something along the lines of "What kind of freaky family".

"And no, they aren't infected. When you cut them, you either rub; sand, ash or gunpowder and it appears to be black or brown when the cut heals. That's why the skin hasn't healed smoothly, the scars often are more thick and stand out." he explained. "Could you please let go of my arm so I can start washing my clothes again?"

Carol took Lori's hand and pulled her away from Harry, not daring to say anything to fuel the already burning fire. "Harry, you could have let us wash your clothes." she said with a motherly voice, trying to calm both of them.

Harry's attention was taken away from Lori in an instant. "No, I couldn't force you to do that. I can wash my things by myself." he gave Carol a sweet smile.

A gunshot could be heard echoing, originally coming from the camp. Harry could feel that Amy, had now passed. He could see her spirit walking with two redheads in a distance. He gave a tight smile.

"Oh, one is something, but someone is nothing. Someone will come with all seriousness, it's like shedding skin. My god, my body is not my mind, for my mind is my body. My god, I have lost my mind.

Come all senses. Feel all warmth,' cause I cannot feel. I feel no cold, but he feels the pressure. He shall lift my boarders furthermore.

As they say touch, my body seems touchless. No silence. I feel burn. You will feel no more 'eye' in hand, but touch in sight."

Harry murmured the words as a final blessing to Amy, starting to wash his shirt once again, giving his focus on the piece of cloth as he murmured the words.. Oh morning shall come, and put the night's darkness at bay.

Sorry, short chapter.
The poem is called Receptor by Tuomas A. Laitinen (2017). It was a video project. I saw it in an art exhibition Ars17 (Pronounced Arse 17, believe me I laughed when I was told the name of the exhibition), yes I was on a school trip, thus I couldn't update for a while, and I'm really busy right now in uni. I need to make 40 drawings and a few books and logos for next month, yey. But I felt like I have to update now, because I won't be able to update before next week.

And yea, ehm... Fred and George appeared for a while.

Next chapter will be CDC! I've been waiting!
And thank you so so so much for reading and reviewing, I'm so happy you enjoy reading it. And hope that you will continue to do so. :)