Through the Shadow of Death, I Rise…

Summary: Merle thought he was a goner when he was cuffed to the roof and was expecting to find himself having to fight against walkers. Though a miracle happens and things change, for the better who's to say?

Fem-Harry whose cusses, swears, likes to kickass and not one to hold back on punching anyone who gets in her way

Pairing: MerlexHarryxDaryl other couplings in consideration with who-who, might throw in a few familiar faces from the Harry Potter but one will have to guess.

Mention of other magical beings and creatures beside zombies a most definite in a helluva matter.

Inspired by 917brat's 'Does it really matter?'

Blue Kitsune: Hey yo, it's me! Been a bit busy but had time to browse, I was reading this fic by 917brat and was blown away by this baby. I love magic, I love femHarry, and I love zombies madness, three-time combo baby! Also, I like to thank Melrose437 for editing this so give her a round of applause for it as she really helped my bacon so please enjoy.

Got a bit inspired to write my version with a bit of a twist to it, so I hope you enjoy and please review if you like and those that hate, don't flame me!

Warning: Readers discretion is advised as there will be foul language (lots), nudity (indeed), sexual scenes (definitely) and violence (Gore and blood most def!)

Disclaimer: Blue Kitsune does not own Walking Dead or Harry Potter, just the right to this story and the reverse gender of Harley (Harry) Potter

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Deaths Come A-Riding

All in Black

Sometimes I like to think that somewhere in this somewhat vast universe…I have either the worst luck ever in existence or that somebody up there hates me for some reason.

You may be asking yourself why I said something like this and you probably don't care honestly but out of sheer curiosity, boredom or hell both keep reading to find out what makes me think this way.

Well, I suppose it's because given my illusive history and how I always seem to have trouble heading in my direction, that's because someone is out to get me for the sheer hell of it. It was undoubtedly frustrating and it was like I had a bull's eye with a note taped to my back saying, 'Shoot first, ask questions later.'

To be perfectly frank, my life is-no was, UGH okay fine still is unquestionably way more complicated seeing as I found myself the unwilling participant in these crazy dire situations of mine.

Yeah, things never looked too good from my end of things, but those are the breaks I guess. It might just be my way of thinking these things, yet again can you blame me for assuming as such?

If I were a gambling woman, I'd wager there are others out there who have been in similar situations like myself. Those consisting of mortal danger, life-threatening circumstances and barely managing to survive by the skin of their teeth and afterward finding it's not over yet because the bad guy somehow vamooses or you didn't get the chance to finish them off in the first place.

So, you see where I'm going with this right? I mean somehow, I got the short straw. I found myself being on this crazy ride called 'life,' one of those death-defying roller coasters where somehow the conductor forgot to slow it down. I'm stuck hanging onto the railing, my stomach doing the pretzel twists with every crazy twist and loop de loops coming and going.

Yeah, I know it sounds so random coming from someone that's a complete stranger, you're probably thinking it's a bit narcissistic the way I'm talking about 'me me me.' But let's face it, you have no idea what it's like being placed in my position or surviving what I've been through without living it.

But if I could somehow manage to, I could write at least seven manuscripts; have them published, probably be a bestseller in a week's time and maybe even get a movie deal for the whole lot, maybe eight given the last one would be a two-part segment just for the sheer hell of it. Trust me I would be giving you quite the shock if you dare look me up in any bibliography written in the magical community, your reaction would be like 'the hell— '

If you don't believe me, that's fine but let's just say I have seen and went through some crazy shit, enough to last me a fucking lifetime and you know what? I still haven't gotten that T-shirt the ones you find waiting for you at the end of it all.

Something that goes like this I imagine;

'I took on bad guys/fought and killed dangerous monsters/took on death-defying tournaments/been targeted by a sick twisted psychopath/went and died and all I got was this lousy t-shirt.'

…Yeah probably be hard to fit all that in, but it's the principle of the matter people, geez! I'm sure many could relate to what I'm saying 's an unbelievable mystery how I survived in one piece with what I went through…well kinda as people think I'm a little whack in the head but can you blame me for it?!

Don't worry I'm still somewhat sane, hadn't had any psychotic breakdowns to date, though had some close calls as a teenager when things got too unbearable for me. Yes, I know teens have it rough going through the stages of puberty and what they go through growing up.

In my case, the breakdowns could have been caused by the numerous situations I found myself swept along full of danger. The heavyweight of saving Britain's magical society and the constant problems and expectation they piled onto my shoulders could be another.

It's any wonder I came to stand my own two feet and claim any independence I had thanks to those who helped me back there and saved my life more than once. But now…now, it's just me and a couple of others that managed to survive and join me here in America and safe from harm as they were loyal to me and would fight for me until their dying breath if necessary.

They aren't exactly what you'd define as 'normal,' frankly I don't give a damn, don't go judging my peoples otherwise you're going to have to deal with me, and I'm not one to hold back the punches.

To reiterate: MY LIFE FUCKING SUCKS BLUE BALLS!

There I said it, so I laid it out for the whole world to see and I'm not taking it back because it's the goddamn truth. Sure, everyone has problems that are probably worse than my own, yet this one takes the full fucking tiered wedding cake hands down!

(Sigh…) I suppose I should have realized that things were going to get rather ugly soon. All those events we created with our war were only small things on the world problems that stemmed from either the ongoing wars in Afghanistan, Iraq, etc., then Global Warming and anything else that seem to cause a major shock to the entire population.

But this being just the tip of the iceberg before the worst came to rear its ugly head, all of a sudden everything goes belly up and then it's all-hands-on-deck, every man for themselves. It was total pandemonium when it started, and I'm talking 'the whole end of the world' hysteria that came to be known as people were panicking, some trying to get out of the states but seeing it hit everywhere I doubt any came out unscathed or succeeded in leaving their countries...

I honestly have no clue how or what it was that made this, rumors circulating guessed this was, an airborne virus, some chemical reaction that got loose in a particular vicinity that quickly spread, there were endless notions to what it was. It does seem to fit the whole ideas inspiring all those Resident Evil/Silent Hill/Dawn of the Dead franchises and the many others that kinda fit the profile I'd imagine as "the dead shall walk the earth."

You know that sort of shtick that gets you when zombies come into play, and everyone is running around like a chicken without its head.

Hell, for all we know, it could've been just a 'fluke' on someone's end in the science division, trying to better humanity as it were and instead of a vaccine for whatever deadly malaria/disease, we get this curveball released out to us. Whatever it was, the threat was real and having it spread like the bird flu, going from one state to another and killing thousands within a short timeframe while our dead now come back to life and have a hankering for human flesh.

Yeah, it's the real pits or as I like to think, this world has gone down the shitter toilet and found itself spit right back out with the worst thing to ever come spewing from its gullet.

I'm not trying to be a hater or anything; it's just the way it appears to me, just stating the obvious facts here. Looking at it, since the dawn of time, we have evolved from apes scratching our ass to being the revolutionist of our day and age. We have found means to create as well as destroy the natural balance of this world.

Well, what I estimate it to be sixty-five percent of the planet but that's just my opinion.

In other words, taking what was once virtuous and pure and turn it into something perverted and monstrous. Now, I will not go and deny that I had the feeling this would occur because things always seem to become the worst scenarios brought to the foreplay. Or that everyone just doesn't seem to realize until it's far too late and then wonder why the 'government' didn't give them a heads up until the very last moment because they didn't want to cause a pandemic.

Yeah kinda screw the pooch there, didn't they? A little late on their end I dare say and then like every horror movie when the dead rise, everyone freaks and it's time to run for the hill!

I learned a few things during my short time surviving the apocalypse and from my past in England that taught me well on such matters. The world can be both kind and cruel. Love can turn to hatred while hatred can lead to more death and suffering which only creates more destruction and chaos to add to the churning mixture which came brewing from its bubbling cauldron.

Is it any wonder why it seems that now as the world continues its slow decay thanks to what we do to it through unsympathetic action, only something far more oppressive should fall upon us that threatens to wipe our entire existence from the face of this earth?

…yeah, I think I'm getting a little off course aren't I, sorry just kinda got off track and should bring you back up to speed.

Since things are so different, I can see that things might now no longer go back to the way things were, that is if it ever could, but I think to better one's self, one must adapt by any means necessary. I happen to have a few aces up my sleeves given what I can much do.

Since I'm sure no one is going to rage at me for letting out the big secret of magic, I'll just give you the Kiss version: Keep It Simple Stupid.

I'm a witch. Yes, one of those broom-flying, black pointy hats, wands casting, turn anything into whatever, blah blah yes those. You probably think it's all a joke I'd assume the same in your position if it was the other way around.

Though considering back then in my childhood the moments when specific magical incidents occurred, events I couldn't for the life of me figure out but realize it was my magic acting on instinct Having this sort of capability was a mixed blessing considering how it either gave me a helping hand or just got me in trouble.

As I look into how things progressed down this road and try to stay one step ahead while also taking the neccessary precaution that had kept me well throughout my teen to adult years.

It still goes to show how I was considered fate's chew toy from the moment I came out of my mother's womb and wound up being set for this larger-than-life predicaments when all that shit was tumbling down onto me.

I won't bore you with all the mucky details but let just say Magical England lived in the medieval/dark, small population that's split into three categories, one was the new blood most commonly known as Muggle-borns, they were born to two non-magical parents.

A prevailing theory among muggle-born sympathizers was they came from a cast-off squib, the magical equivalent of someone with a disability but theirs were they suffered from a closed connection to their magic or had no magic at all. Unsurprising if born into a magical family they got discarded quietly.

Then there's the second type which consists of half-bloods born to one Muggle-born parent and a pureblood, half-blood or other muggle-born, they were common in the time before this apocalypse. The last kind where the Purebloods consisting of an older generation who could look back to the era of the pre-founders or something of the sort.

The thing was they were so obsessed with keeping their lineages prestige and pure by marrying those who were of the same nobility or had enough gold to carry on the family's name to consider their equals unless they find they had a muggle/muggle-born than that was not going to be happening anytime soon.

Though given my extensive research as I look into the matter of mine and that of my godfather's ancestry, I note that many families within the years had been coupling and having children with their second-third cousins. But that wasn't even the worst as I found to some degree if things got really desperate and families couldn't afford a suitable bride/groom, they would arrange marriages between two siblings of different kin yet had the same grandfatherly person in their bloodline.

(Ewww just goes to shows how messed up that is that even an idiot can tell how very much fucked up right there!)

Magical Britain was so far from the current times; they used parchment and quills to write with instead of regular paper and pen like any sensible modern person in The 21st century would do.

They used owls as mail carriers to send one another postage. Other habits and ways of living made things look well, old school. I must admit that even though it was fun learning magic and casting spell was rad, I wouldn't have minded if we had a TV or even a radio that kept up with the outside world itself other than the magical realm of course. It might have even perhaps let others (cough *purebloods* cough) see what made muggles so fascinating and maybe not look down their noses so much if they learn how moderate and with the times they were to this moment.

Even though it would have been nice to have those things inside the castle during the dull days but given how magic and electricity don't mix too well, especially in a large crowd of the magical variety as they either short-fried the circuits or cause them to explode inexplicably. I later found out that everyone else outside the UK had already got that figured and patented down as I saw to apply some in my place the moment I discover it was possible.

Also, I should mention, I do own an owl who's kinda wicked and incredibly loyal to me. I might not like people as much but animals at least are more understanding, show a certain level of intelligence and a type of common sense unique to them unlike those in the entire magical region there.I found out once I got out of there, that the whole lot was stuck so far back in the time that it was downright embarrassing. It was a complete eye-opener out here in the states, I was still brushing up on the equivalent spells and curses taught from back in Britain to be better prepared, seeing as the magic learned from Britain was the equivalent to kiddie stuff compared to the potent magic invented and used in the United States

It took some time and much-given effort, but I managed to catch up pretty fast while adding everything to my arsenal in case anything happens and trust me a girl needs anything to stay on top of their game. But getting back to that and why I left, here were the following reasons. I'll give you the cliff notes version to explain the situation better, so it doesn't take too long or you're likely going to be giving me the 'what…' look afterward:

See about fifty years ago, there was this evil wizard by the name of Voldemort although his real name was Tom Marvolo Riddle, funny enough he was half-blood like me. He wasn't going for total world domination but maybe start off small with Britain first as his stomping ground with his followers consisting of only purebloods and perhaps some halflings who belonged to old lines, who thought their shit don't stink pretty much.

Their primary goal was to go out and get rid of everyone who were muggles(an average person), Muggle-borns, half-bloods and anyone who stood in their way. It was an actual civil war, people stuck in between two different sides though it was kinda stupid if you ask me. Because things were looking bad for the light faction, with Albus Dumbledore leading even though I think someone with more magical/military background or at least someone that's strategist would've been better than this guy at the head.

But since everyone considered him the most 'powerful wizard' since I guess Merlin or the Founders and with the rumors that Voldemort was afraid of him, he was the person that the people looked to for guidance…again really a bit much I think on their parts, acting more like lemons if you ask me.

See I kinda thought about this, considering the many different outcomes that could have saved more lives, such as if they had been more assertive instead of dilly-dallying they might have won the war much sooner, and the threat would cease in its track.

But no, he as Supreme Mugwump, Chief Warlock, and other such titles to his bloody credential believed that they could be redeemed (yeah right like you want to see them especially considering what they did to earn that mark thanks to that snake-faced bastard…).

So instead of using brute force to take them out, it was like wasting time using stunners and other non-lethal spells against them, while the enemy was doing the opposite using dark, sinister curses and the likes as they murdered and tortured thousands.

I mean come on, how hard is it to just take them out with only one pop, but like sheeps they followed the old goat herder as he said, 'No killing, just stun and then put in prison to redeem even though they committed atrocious crimes against humanity…'

Seriously what had he been smoking when he thought this though I will never know what went on in the addled brain of a senile old croak as I said. But for everyone else, he was like the messiah for the magical world, and people would do anything he said, even joined his 'Order of the Phoenix' to help him out, well those that weren't chickenshits to do anything.

There was a measurable sum that was part of that organization; my parents included as they wanted to make a better future for everyone, especially those that were Muggle-borns and half-bloods while also planning to have me when my mom found she was pregnant.

I guess they thought they were fighting what was right yet I wish they had done something more sensible like leaving England and not get involved in it.

Oh, don't get me wrong, the first eighteen months of my childhood were all right: had a loving father and mother though I don't remember much since that psychopath murdered them and surely I would have joined if not for the miracle that happened. Everyone believes I did the unthinkable, surviving a deadly curse that should have killed me in a heartbeat like all others before me. But in all honesty, I think it was my mom who should get credit for it as she was the one to give up her life so I could live even though I wish that things were different in that case.

Then thanks to the Machiavellian machinations of that manipulative old man who pretended to be that kind grandfatherly figure who could give St. Nick a run for his money with those annoying twinkling eyes of his. Him being the one who started this whole mess by not taking care of it in the first place! For this, I hold him entirely responsible for everything and blame him for every single event that occurred in my life as well as everyone else's.

Albus one-too-many-freaking-names Dumbledore who used some ridiculous drabble coming from a washed-up has-been who couldn't see past her crooked nose much less the bottom of a bottle as everyone knew she was a sloshed drunk when it came to her sherry addiction. I attend her lesson maybe a few times before I decided to drop it as I notice she was intoxicated and had this annoying habit where she spouted my impending death which I thought 'no shit Sherlock' given it didn't need to take a genius to know I always have my life on the line when I'm at this school.

What a bunch of crock I tell ya!

But noooo she had to make this one itty bitty prophecy, an out of thin air that involved certain peoples and I wind up smack dab in it! I call a lot of things bullshit, everything that happens just does for a reason, and I don't like to believe it's destiny or fate has decreed or something along those lines blah blah blah…

But mainly that inconsistent testimony that tied me to it, I hate to say it kinda links up to all the events and how things went, but I see it much in a much different way. I don't rely on crystal balls or the words of a rambling drunk to decide on what to do. I believe it's our choices that what makes us do them in the first place and even so, I would have done things my way in the long run, with or without some old biddy's half crapped prediction.

But that didn't go to that extent because DUMB-AS-FUCK decided to play 'god' to find his suitable chosen one/weapon as three fitted the bill but I was at the very top of that short list. Dumby in his infinite wisdom sees to get it all set and let the dominoes fall one piece at a time until they were all down.

First, by letting some greasy bastard report back to his master the words of a bumbling drunk, he took it for its word then went after the ones who seemed likely to bring his downfall. So then, I had a psycho maniac after my family who went into hiding, but that didn't go as planned as they got betrayed by a two-bit weasel that ratted them out. Then BAM, he came to our home and my parent's wind up dead, and I get the snake bastard's dark Horcrux in my head before I'm whisked away to my aunt's who sees fit to treat me like a slave and have me sleep in a goddamn cupboard for ten freaking years.

Of course, let's not forget that there's my godfather who rotted in prison (no trial might I add, another finger in Dumbo's direction as he should have been given one in the first place).

Then there's me, recently orphaned infant with a deadly magical parasite in my noggin and being forced to live in a place with people I couldn't for the life of me stand and then him using me like a puppet to follow to his little tune.

Sorry, I don't swing that way for anybody, especially for fuckers like him and I was one who tried to go against everything that was set up for me, deciding it was my life and I was taking the driver's seat, not letting this coot make me be his 'golden girl.'

Merlin, I hated it when he called me his girl, made me gag every time he said it in front of me. It was so sickening and wrong; I tell ya!

(Oops sorry I just gagged a little as I feel bile rise every time I think of this so please excuse me for a sec while I wash that bitter taste out).

So where was I? Ah, right now I remember. Yes, that is quite a lot on the list of shitty things I saw once I finally realized who set about them in the first place. Ever since I have hated his guts and cursed him in every possible language I could, especially in Parseltongue and Gobbledegook which I tell you are not as easy to speak in, on the other hand, seems to roll off the tongue quite well when cursing.

I know this is a lot to take in but since I doubt we'll be meeting in real life and since I can be somewhat wary around others, especially having plenty of good reasons to since the general population that I've been around since I learned I was a witch came off in two one where people were either trying to cozy up to me in hopes of riding on the 'Fame' train where they got to be in the same spotlight as myself; which I hated thank you very much.

Then there was the other half who thought of ways to off me although maybe after specific criteria were met, as those with male heirs saw me as a cash cow with my families fortunes and titled properties. In their minds, what a better way to put more galleons in their coffers than to see me wed and pop one of their kids and name them heirs of the entire estate while I would likely have an unfortunate accident of some kind.

Yeah right, I have seen enough Law and Order, CSI and other crime shows to know how that works when spouses die under mysterious circumstances but then seeing how bigoted and well-connected Purebloods were, they got away with just about anything as well as murder here in the UK. Their inbreed pea-sized brains would come up with some very valid reason why investigating my death wouldn't be necessary, they'd probably stop any auror investigation or let them look into my death but pay off people with their vast fortunes to say I died naturally.

I knew I had to be careful with those like them as I had some close calls while at school and not wanting to risk being roofied and turned into some lovesick mind-addled slave. I always checked what I eat or drink as well as also taking a flushing potion to keep from being drugged to the gills by anyone, including the headmaster as I wouldn't put it past him to have tried something of the kind to get me to go and follow his lead. Yeah, it's not easy having that sort of thing that went on.

I couldn't stand how one minute they liked me for who they thought I was, the next hating my guts because they believed I was a snake in disguise or something along the lines of being different or just being about your hypocritical bastards I say.

While I only had a small amount of those, I deemed friends and close family members, not a large pie I supposed but was good enough in my books as they treated me as just Harley and nothing else to that standard.I didn't and still don't give my trust to anyone unless I'm absolutely one hundred percent certain they're not going to try anything. I can't stop thinking of those moments in my youth, how they used me for their own hidden agendas and can't help cursing the whole lot of them for it. It's like I said, I was young and naïve as well as sorta innocent.

Um I take that back, my innocence was more like beat down in mere seconds when left in the 'caring' hands of my only living relatives, I use the term lightly given how they treated me like a servant or punching bag.

I was very grateful that magic had helped me get out of a few predicaments growing up in the Dursley's and thought I should thank my lucky stars that beside the mental/emotional abuse. My uncle, even with his disgusting habits, was not one to feel up little girls or consider doing things to me that would have by far messed me up some. I think he knew a line when he saw it, considering I was more a freak than an actual niece to him which I suppose could be count as a sort of blessing cause if he had tried, I would have probably done something to make him regret it.

I was always half tempted to see how he'd like to go around with itchy balls with boils on them or wind up pissing blood if he ever dared to put his grubby hands anywhere near my person.

He and his wife, they didn't see me as their kin at all. No, what they saw me as was a diseased vermin and probably would've preferred dropping me off at an orphanage or in the street rather than have me in their home, ruining their lives and causing such a ripple in their 'perfect' imaginary family image of theirs. Yeah like I wanted to be stuck with a fat Walrus who's sweat stinks like onions and rancid meat, his busy-body horse-faced wife who couldn't keep her nose out of anyone's goddamn business and their whale of a son who liked to pick on anyone who looked at him funny, me especially. Those people were better off being at a zoo than around ordinary folks and considering I left a bit of a nasty surprise after I up and said goodbye to them in my weird sense.

Nothing says how much I hate your guts like having the cops and IRS coming down on you, especially as I did all the taxes and saw how much Uncle Vernon love to skim on the company. I hope he enjoyed the few years in a prison being butt buddies to a guy called Budha or a bitch like Petunia would as she wound up getting the same sentence like dear hubby without bail postponed as they had nothing left to use. Everything from their lovely house, their accounts, all the stuff that they had in their names and they would still have to pay every red cent which would take until they were said old and gray.

I thought it sweet divine justice that my dear sweet aunt got her just desserts as people in prison don't look too kindly on child abusers, and I made entirely sure everyone learned what the Dursleys were like behind closed doors. All their neighbors, co-workers, acquaintances, even the mailman and newspaper boy found out just what kind of people they were and didn't like it one bit.

When the shit hit that fan, I crossed continents and they had probably already figured out I had pointed the finger at them and brought all this down on them.

As they say, payback's a bitch, trust me I saw to it anyone who crosses me gets a taste of what kind of punishment I can lash out if they dare.

Yeah, I don't give a flying fuck on what happened to them though maybe if they had at least treated me with some ounce of kindness or decency, I would feel different for them. I don't have any clue if those three are still alive though I sort of very much doubt it. Seeing how Vernon and Dud's were both too obese to outrun these suckers while aunt Petunia would just stand and scream her head, calling them names rather than fight back. So I imagine they're long gone now, but I had my own worries to deal with and don't like dwelling on the matter when it should be where they belong.

It's in the past I say, the present is more important to me now more than ever.

Yeah call me selfish or spiteful, think me heartless if you dare, but you have no idea of what I had to endure for that time living with them for ten whole years before I was able to get out and be free from their domineering fat thumbs. See by the time I turned eleven and found out the truth about who I was, who my parents were, not the drunk/drug users as they liked to tell me now and again every time I asked. I thought my life would change forever, that things would be different, that I could be who I wanted to be. Too bad I didn't know someone else had some plans in store for me and every day I curse that old fart to hell. Greater good my ass old man! Hope someone is taking that and stuffing it up where the sun doesn't shine cause I sure would have if you were here!

I would have thought of a thousand torture scenarios to make him rue the day he messed with me. So many from magical means to mundane as I figure using battery acid, a bunch of rusty nails, some barbed wire and other tools to prolong one's suffering. Anything that would have sufficient effect and satisfied my bloodlust in seeing him endure what I had to for the past ten years as well as for the other six and a half at that school! Yes, I have a lot of issues, so what, I imagine I wasn't the only one considering I dislike being a tool, especially around those who think they can manipulate me to do what they want like some organ grinder's pet chimp.

Well, newsflash to anyone who's hearing this out there, I'm no one's bitch, don't think you can force me to be some dog and follow the rules cause I've had it with them! I am a fucking human being with goddamn feelings, and no one is telling me what I can or can't do! And you can take that to the goddamn bank!

So as I was saying, I had enough of that crazy shit and decided it was time for a change of scenery. Figured that with my family money I would find someplace to settle down as I planned to get as far away from those stubborn, greedy gits as soon as I a while though but I managed to get it all settled, once I got my solicitors AKA Goblins to help handle things while I got my stuff packed up and ready to be shipped out.

Sure, those things can be greedy bastards, but they know how to get the job done as long as you give them enough gold to do so and I had plenty to spare on from both my father and godfather's which I inherited from him upon his I'm here in the good ole USA away from my past, hoping to start fresh with a clean slate. I thought that it would be just what I needed as I didn't think it would be as bad as the UK itself as America was all about the land of the free and I was all for that.

Making plans for my departure from my old home, taking everything that wasn't nailed down and also giving those pompous great asses one last 'in your face' telling them to suck it as they couldn't do a damn thing to me now whether they wanted to or was good to get off my chest and seeing the sullen looks on their faces: so fucking priceless!

Yep, I told them to screw off and took to building my life together as I travel to the US of A, filling in the necessary paperwork to make me an official citizen, so I didn't have to go back to that place, no sir.

I didn't care if I had to spend hours cramming as much as I could but it was so worth it to get them to stamp the paper and declare me an American Citizen of these fifty states. It was very much refreshing to just to kick back and relax without fretting that someone was out to get me again. Things were pretty much peaceful for me at the time, three years living with no worries and getting the chance to breathe and enjoy living but even I could not have foretold what would happen nor imagine the unspeakable horrors I would once again find myself being drag into another shitty mess.

Geezus, listen to me wallowing on and on like this, must seem rather droll to you, hearing me go on and on like some broken record, but I'm getting back to the yeah, once more I say, with the dead now walking the earth, it seems we are in for a whole heap of trouble. But I guess one good thing that comes with having magic and also mastering something that no mortal or magical has on their side while gaining some new tricks that came in handy during certain moments in itself.

Given I had three rare and powerful artifacts that were once of Death itself and having collected them together, I now was its mistress. None can touch or do me harm plus given the dead and their tendency to munch down on anything fleshy, and I find that my blood and flesh has a toxic reaction which is poisonous and unappetizing causing an opposite effect of repulsing them.

Ergo I'm not tasty to them, and the virus can't affect me other than being somewhat groggy although that could be the lack of my usual caffeine intake it's possible either way. How I know this, trust me it's not something I want to go around sharing so don't ask!

It's been almost three months, two weeks and five days since the epidemic happened and I spent a couple on the road, driving cross states in hopes of finding a haven or a place safe enough with others who aren't infected. I'm traveling on the highway towards Georgia in my one of a kind state of the art RV that I had built from scratch, well magic-wise with some tweaks here and there (again love being a witch and those who I can depend on to add a few extra to this bad boy).

Also, I decided for just the hell of it, to give this a name and know my dad and the others would probably have been amused what I decreed, the Marauder's Legacy. It's been nothing but dead ends and ghost towns with not a single resident living in the area. Can't say I blame them as every place I've been to so far has been overrun by the Walkers and desolate streets with shambled buildings that seem to have aged decades instead of those couple months since the attack. I tend not to stay too long, just passing by through them without getting those sucker's attention.I was thinking about what my next move would be as I got close to the interstate when it happens. Somehow, I felt that annoying tingle in my head, that undeniable throbbing sensation that seems to be close to where the once infamous scar of a lightning bolt was, yet covered by my bangs as I still do nowadays. Yeah, I'm self-conscious about it so what!

Even though I took care of Voldie's Horcruxes, I think that given I went and died, somehow sharing an overall link with my shall we say ethereal 'servant' or maybe my other close friend, someone who had a strange way of seeing things but passed her gift via willing her magic to me.

Even though I would rather not have it considering it makes me have migraines half the time when it comes around. But whatever I can't stop what was appearing right there in my mind, pretty much screaming it out to me as it did in full color. It's mostly burly, but I can make out a man on a rooftop, handcuffed to a pipe like some animal, hollering at the top of his lungs with his face and skin blistering red under the hot summer sun.

He's reaching under the pipe as he's kicking and trying to break it while cursing the ones who left him in that predicament while I caught sight of zombies at the door but something was keeping them at bay. Though I can see more of the undead were thrashing against it and seeing it would not hold much longer and eventually give under the given once they do, then that guy was sure to become zombie chum. After that, the vision came to an end and sensing that I was pretty close, I made the turn to the next exit, using my magic to act as a compass to help me pinpoint his precise location while trying to make any sense of this.

I know what I said before and given that the guy gave me a vibe that had me feeling unsure but I can't ignore it. From what I could tell, he makes Snape look like a saint somewhat though I can't deny I'm no angel either.I have done things I'm not mighty proud of and knew I was pretty much damn according to the holy texts, yet I can't go and leave him to such a horrible fate as it went against my better nature no less.

Call me hypocritical, but I had to save him even though I might come to regret it later if he does turn out to be a total scumbag. It's like they say, damn if you do, damn if you don't.

I couldn't imagine leaving him to die like that as I never would do to my worst enemy, though Voldemort or Dumbledore would be the only two I see suffering cause I think they both got off too easy in my book.

I push my foot down, putting metal to the pedal and making the Marauder hit eighty or more as I tricked this bad boy to be like that Knight bus but only for particular emergencies.I didn't like the experience, but I would use it as a last resort if it comes to it.

I'm not entirely one hundred percent on it and feels like I'm taking a significant risk or not but given what's happening, and I'm sure I won't get into any trouble if I have to.I know that this would not be something a reasonable person would do, but since when I, Harleen 'Harley' Dorea-Lillian Potter-Black can be considered normal.

I think of the other's reaction, people that I knew who would relate to this, Mione who'd be shaking her head from above and saying, 'oh Harley….'

Then there's the Weasley's brood who became my second family but alas were long gone as well after the war but imagine what they would probably do or say if they could. I think of Ron and the twins, who were my brothers in all but blood and stuck by me through the worst and dying to protect what was right and just. They're probably be laughing and trying to cheer me up with their humorous antics while my godfather Padfoot and dad would be thinking the same thing although Remus would be concerned over me as I was his cub after all.

Of course, out of the lot, I'm sure Mom, Molly, and the rest would be most worried for my sake but I made a solemn promise that I would try not to get too neck deep in trouble as trouble is always the one finding me instead.

Yep, that's me, Harley the former Girl-who-live-and-kick-Ass-and-now–mistress-of-death must once again play hero to save the day.

Yah me…

YIPPIE-MOTHERFUCKING-KI-YAY!

Blue Kitsune: Well I hope you enjoyed that, seeing Harley (FemHarry) as I would imagine her having found out she was used and taken advantage and probably turn out real messed up thanks to those events.

Even though some might see I come off harsh, but given circumstances, wouldn't you be as pissed for having an old man thinking to plan your entire life while also seeing you didn't get real hands-on training in the events that were to surround you, even planning to turn you into a martyr instead of finding a way of riding the parasite in you.

Plus, he did kind of let Snape relate the prophecy to Voldemort when he could of maybe erase it or force an unbreakable vow and not have this shit go down. So yeah if you are thinking I'm bashing the old fart, you're dead right on that! But just to let you know, if you don't like her crass attitude, well compared to Merle with his approach, she only had it rougher and wouldn't you develop thick skin too.

Also, I have a few ideas on her animagus form cause let's face it, she's a powerful witch with being having the deathly hallows/control of death so she might need the arsenal to help her just please don't go calling her a Mary Sue, for the love of Merlin she is not!

Here's a couple I got but if any wants to see more put them down, and I will consider...

Animagus Forms:

1) Basilisk

2) Thestral

3) Nundu

4) Dragon (whichever type is most likely to fit, debating between Hebridean Black/Norwegian Ridgeback/Peruvian Vipertooth/Hungarian Horntail) Give you guys the choice but make sure to pick one you think would fit her persona wise

Have a go and decide what else you would likely imagine she can turn into to give the Walkers a deadly encounter and whoever comes up with the most interesting, I'll be sure to mention you.

Anyways please go to the bottom of the box and place your comment and let me know whether you love/hate (no flames please I beg of you) and anything else you'd like to say.