Darkest between life and unlife

HP/Walking Dead

Writer: Darksider82

Beta: Wingedseerwolf

"Chatting"

"Thoughts"

I: On the road again

With crunch and a sickening thud the walker dropped like a stone, one equally sickening squelch the walker dropped to the floor. Harry smiled grimly as he wrenched the hatchet free.

"One down, another five to go." Harry looked behind him to find the five walkers still moving. Acting with reflexes that only playing Quidditch could provide he jumped onto the front of a Prius and jumped again scrambling onto the top of a Mitsubushi Highlander.

"Thank god for 4x4's." He thought, shrugging off his backpack Harry dug frantically through it. "Why couldn't I have put my wand in the side pocket." He thought as his hands clasped the eleven inch pheonix tale feather wand.

"Now let's see if I got silent casting down right." Harry murmured to himself "Expelliarmous! Diffindo! Sectusempra!" Three spells one red and two invisible hit the Walkers.

The disarming spell launched one off his feet sending him careening backwards onto the bonnet of a Herse. The two cutting spells bit into three walkers one was bisected in half and another two fell heads rolling in the opposite direction.

The walkers snarled and slammed the 4x4, Harry dodged backwards, picking up his hatchet and jumped off the roof onto the bonnet, slid off and swung the hatchet with such force which belighed his skin and bone frame it split the skull in half.

Harry panted as he tiredly wrenched the hatchet free. Three weeks, he thought that he had been trecking the deserted U.S.A trying to find his grandfather. Three weeks since he had cut Voldemort's head off with Godric Gryffindor's sword.

Harry quickly vanished to America shortly after Voldemort fell. Mainly due to the scepticism about his loyalty to the light or dark. However, he should have realised that the scepticism he could have lived with since now he was in hell on earth.

Harry crept stealthily over the highway, peering into cars and helping himself to what he could find. He found painkillers, paracetamol, bandages, cough syrup, two handguns, two or three mags for the guns, three boxes of shotgun cartridges and a few crossbow bolts along with a set of hunting knives some tinned food and a few prepared sandwiches and finally a selection of sweets, chocolate and various drinks.

Harry hastily shoved his recent gains into a backpack which Hermione had enchanted to be light and bottomless for when they were on the run and dived off the road, sliding down the steep slope that unbeknownst to him a little girl had fallen down not that long ago.

Holding his hatchet loosely in his hand, he crept forward "Homo revelium." The blue spell pulsed along the ground like a radar, it binged red three times and gave him a general direction.

Harry turned and began to track, he wasn't a natural tracker but he was a survivor. He crept through the trees as quietly as he could when he heard a scream.

Harry bolted like a bat out of hell, the shrieks and screams increased as he burst into a small clearing where he found a girl next to a fallen tree and surrounded by four walkers. "CONFRINGO!" Harry shouted flicking his wand to his letting the blasting curse explode violently.

The walkers turned and staggered towards him "Kid hide yourself...Get under the tree." The girl nodded holding her doll next to her crawled under the tree and made herself as small a target as possible.

The first walker Harry put the hatchet into its skull, but it stuck fast. He dived to the side, shredding his already worn shirt resulting in an open bleed. This drove the three walkers into a frezy, Harry reached into the hem of his jeans and his hand clenched around the hilt of one of the handguns he had picked up a while back.

He drew the gun, rolled to the side as the Walker went for the bite. Harry found himself on his back, big rock at the base of his spine and arm trapped. Harry cursed as he tried to bring his other arm up. "In...cedio!" He gasped manuevering his body slightly so he could focus and discharge the spell from under the water.

The spell evaporated the water and pushed the walkers back, not enough to grab the girl but enough to get free. Harry jumped to his feet, his trainer didn't grip and he went down again the gun he had gone for was now over by the tree.

Hidden under the tree, Sophia trembled. She looked at her doll and remembered the strangers face. She heard the man yell as he distracted the walkers. "What do I do Mr. Rick?" She knew that Rick tried to save her as was this man, she would do the best she could.

She crawled out from the tree and saw the gun, she crept forward and tentatively picked it up. She knew that the bullet came out the end but that was it. She picked up the gun and from when she saw her dad shooting followed what she remembered.

Her whole frame shook as the bullets discharged, they slammed into the walkers the bullets hit all three of them, but only one hit a walker in the head pitching it over like a sack of potatoes.

She saw the stranger roll, she saw the stick and she saw the man's mouth move and two lasers shot out of the stick and detonated with what could be described as a bomb. She remembered back at the CDC when Rick had blown out a window with a bomb.

"Kid are you okay?" The man asked getting himself to his feet and staggering over. Sophia nodded and put the gun down.

"Are you okay mister?" Her mom had always told her to be polite so thats what she was going to do.

"I'm good thanks, what's your name? I'm Harry...Harry Potter and I'm not going to hurt you." Harry introduced himself.

"I'm Sophia...Sophia Peletier, thanks for saving me Mr. Harry." She replied causing Harry to grin.

"Drop the mister, too young for that...Tell me little miss Peletier what are you doing this far away from the highway?"

"I got lost."

The laughter came again "Well as am I...The highway is back that way and I dropped down here to avoid a small gathering of walkers, so I cannot in all good conscience allow you to go back that way." Harry explained.

Sophia exhaled softly "I have to go back, Mr. Rick said for me to head back after he had taken out the two walkers."

Harry nodded as he absentmindedly checked the pair of them for infections after finding none "Rick?" He asked confused.

"Group leader, I suppose...About ten of us Me, Mom, Lori, Carl, Shane, Andrea, Dale, Daryl, Glenn and T-Dog." Sophia explained.

"Thank god I haven't attacked her or kidnapped her...This isn't good at all for me if I have or they suspect." Harry thought.

"I'm guessing they're back on the highway..." seeing her nod "...Which is back THAT way roughly...If we are quiet we may be able to make it safely enough." Harry said holding his hatchet in one hand and his hand out for hers.

Sophia gingerly took the pre-offered hand "Thanks."

Harry shook his head "I'm only doing what a good person would do." He murmured more to himself than anything.

"You think I'll be in trouble?" She asked.

"Not at all...judging by the state of things, they'd be happy that you ran otherwise you'd be dead...I can almost guarantee your mum will be relieved that you ran."

Sophia giggled and the pair began to head towards the highway, feeling more confident she began to ask more questions but before she could Harry looked at her with a frown. "What?"

"You said mom funny that's why I'm laughing. How old are you? You don't look as old as Daryl or Rick. Where's your parents? I'm sorry, I shouldn't intrude." She gibbered causing Harry to smile. "This girl may just be my saviour after all."

"Okay I'm from England hence why I say mum differently. I'm eighteen going on nineteen in July and they died when I was one." Harry replied his eyes falling.

"I'm sorry for bring it up."

"Don't worry, I would have said I didn't want to answer if I didn't...I won't tell on you if you don't."He finished seeing as she didn't smile he quickly elaborated.

"I'm just joking Sophia anyway same questions about you?" He replied.

As Sophia answered the same questions, Harry heard the all to familiar groaning sound.

"Shit, shit, shit...Sophia, stay close, unless I say run. If I should keep running in the same direction we've been heading and we should hit the highway." Said Harry fighting to keep the panic out of his voice.

The pair ran to the highway with Sophia in front, in case she tripped Harry could pick her up. It hadn't taken Harry long to realise that the circumstances were not like the movies that Dudley used to love watching.

"Stay focused Potter, You lose focus the girl and you could die." A cold voice in his head whispered to him. The voice was his darker motives the side he had delved into too survive his time on the run. Since he couldn't face his darker thoughts on his own he turned them into a man who could tell him straight up and down what needed to be done and that was Severus Snape.

They dodged around two more walkers and carried on running, this time far from the highway. The walkers had long since been lost, after stumbling and running blindly in circles when Harry saw a small enclosure.

The enclosure turned out to be relatively short grass belonging to a church. Quickly guiding Sophia into the church going through the graveyard he put a finger to his lips. "Be quiet, people may have come here but never left."

The duo discovered three walkers in the chapel, three quick hatchet strikes later with Sophia closing her eyes the walkers were dealt with.

"I think we should go back to the highway, I'm scared of the walkers." Sophia whimpered peaking out the windows to find four more walkers arrive on the outskirts of the cemetary.

"I'm scared of them myself...It's safer in here. By now the group have probably told your mom they'll keep looking." Harry said opening his pack, pulling out two bags of skittles, two sandwiches and two bottles of water.

"Like tuna and sweetcorn?" He asked handing her a sandwhich and skittles with the water.

Sophia's eyes widened she nodded frantically and quickly devoured the sandwiches before slowly picking out the skittles. "We need a little rest to regain energy before we headout."

With that Harry and Sophia fell asleep, only for Sophia to be woken up an hour later by the relentless clanging of bells. "Harry!" She hissed.

Harry snapped awake going for his wand and hatchet slinging his backpack on "What is it?" He asked drowsily.

Sophia hastily explained the ringing and the potential consequences of more walkers when his eyes widened. They shot down the stairs or rather Sophia ran down the stairs and Harry jumped over the bannister.

Back on the highway, the survivors had emerged from hiding with Andrea, Lori, Carol, Daryl and Glenn beating the bushes just a few miles from where Harry and Sophia had just left.

"Dale, what happens if they can't find Sophia?" Sobbed a distraught Carol causing Dale to put an arm around her.

It was approaching dusk as the trackers made their way to the RV. "No trace of Sophia but found another set of tracks on hers...Chances are she's safe somewhere. We'll go out at first light don't worry WE WILL find her." Rumbled Daryl his nothern Georgian accent thickening and blurring his words compared to the sooth and silky tone of the southern Georgians.

"But Daryl, You've been searching for two days." Protested Carol.

"This is Georgia after all farming country...Hell she's probably found empty Farmhouse and held herself up in that. I got lost when I was younger than her. For nine days, I ate berries and wiped my ass on Poison Oak. My dad was off on a bender with some waitress, Merle doing another stint in detention. I walked in the kitchen made myself a sandwich my ass itching something awful."

The group couldn't help but laugh weakly and smile thinly at the tale. Meanwhile Dale turned to T-Dog who leant against the RV. "We're going to get quite the set of spare parts." Dale joked causing T-dog to laugh.

"The groups back but no Sophia but where are Rick, Shane and Carl?" Replied T-Dog getting a far off look in his eyes.

Dale caught on having raised two daughters one all to willing to beat the crap out of the bully and the other looking to advance in society. "Petunia, Vernon, Dudley, Harry I hope you three are okay."

"Let's look..." He gapsed at the infection "You've got one hell of an infection, you could die." He protested before going on about looking for drugs causing T-Dog to reply with 'What a way to go.'

Harry and Sophia rushed through the trees, heading in no particular direction apart from away from the highway when a gunshot rangout.

CRACK

The pair crouched down "Gunshot wasn't it?" Whispered Sophia, Harry nodded.

"Not Rick or Shane putting down a walker, they would have done it quietly." Said Sophia, Harry nodded.

"The sound of the round going off." Harry said "Head towards the sound of the shot who knows, that could lead us to your group."

AN: I hope you enjoy, been watching Walking Dead and my story may seem like Overcast by IfLooksCouldCure because I had a similar idea with a few of the same points IfLooksCouldCure has.