This is officially the last chapter of The Bully. It was originally supposed to be a silly one shot.

Hope you enjoy, and please review.

***HP

Harry brushed out his long dark hair then put it in a braid. Sighing heavily, he turned to his grumbling mate then kissed him on his cheek. "Negan, all the grumbling in the world isn't going to stop me from attending the summit between us, Hilltop, The Kingdom and Alexandria. I love you with all my heart, but I also know how you can be. We should all be working together to survive and flourish, not fighting and killing each other."

"They're dangerous," Negan grumbled as he tightly gripped his young mate's slim waist.

"I know they are, Negan, but knowing what I know now, I can no longer hide here and ignore the fact that you're killing people. Negan, that boy from Hilltop was only sixteen years old, how could you beat his head in with that bat of yours?"

Negan swallowed nervously, he hated when Harry gave him that disappointed look of his. "The boy was a cripple and sickly, I did him a mercy ending his life quickly."

"So just because someone is a cripple means it's okay to kill them?"

"Better quickly by my hands then being torn apart by the dead."

Harry shook his head in sadness and frustration. There was no arguing with Negan, the man was more stubborn than a bull. "It wasn't your decision to make. You could have just brought him to me and I could have tried healing him."

"There was no healing him, his legs were deformed from birth. His parents had died a month earlier and the boy no longer had the will to live. He was an orphan and a drain on Hilltop. I did him and Hilltop a favor putting him out of his misery."

"Okay, I can see where you think you were justified in killing the boy, and I stress you as I will never agree with you, so what's your defense for wanting to kill Big Red?"

"I hate the fucker," Negan snapped. "He's rude, crude and thinks he's better and stronger then everyone else."

Harry threw his head back and started howling with laughter. "Oh my god, you don't like Big Red because he's exactly like you."

Growling, Negan swatted his mate's tight little ass. "I'm not that ugly, Green Eyes."

Harry smiled softly up at his mate. "You are the most handsome man left on the planet," he agreed, meaning it. He may be upset with Negan for killing innocents, but he couldn't stay mad at him. Negan was his everything, he loved him with all his heart. Negan had been a hard man before he met him, but he only got worse after finding out that they were mates and that he couldn't physically protect himself. Negan was extremely protective of him...obsessively so.

"Please stay here," Negan begged at he backed his mate against the wall then slotted his knee between his legs.

Groaning, Harry thunked his head against the wall. "You're not going to change my mind with sex, babe."

"True, but I can tire you out and leave your legs too weak to carry you."

"Not to mention too sore in the ass to walk," Harry added, blushing.

"Shit, Green Eyes," Negan groaned as he pushed his erection against his mate's stomach. "You know how turned on I get when you blush all innocent like that for me."

Harry quickly ducked under Negan's arm, moving out of his reach. "We don't have time for sexy time, we have to be at Alexandria in an hour."

Sighing, Negan ran his hand through his hair. "I guess there's no talking you out of going?"

"Nope!" Harry sang cheerfully. "I know you want to lock me away in a tower like Rapunzel, and for two years I have happily stayed hidden from the world, but no more hiding. I love you, Negan, but I can no longer sit back in ignorance while you kill innocents."

"Such a fucking bleeding heart," Negan growled, though there was warmth in his voice.

"It's who I am, and you love me anyway," Harry smiled, as he grabbed his leather jacket. "Come on, I'm anxious to meet the leaders of Hilltop and The Kingdom."

"You have already met Gregory, Hilltop's leader."

Harry snorted. "There's no way that pathetic excuse for a man is Hilltop's leader. He's such a sniveling, cowardly, ass kisser. Hey, do you think him and Dwight are related?"

Chuckling, Negan picked up his bat, swinging it over his shoulder. "You really dislike Dwight, don't you?"

"I don't trust him, he's a snake."

"True," Negan agreed, "but he has his uses."

"If you say so," Harry said, rolling his eyes. "Just keep him away from me, I don't want anything to do with him."

***HP

"I can't believe you're welcoming them into our sanctuary," Daryl said moodily as he crossed his arms and glared at his best friend, his brother in everything but blood.

"I don't have much of a choice," Rick said as he placed another chair at the table. He was going to hold the meeting at the church, it was the biggest and most open building in Alexandria.

"I don't like it."

"Neither do I, Daryl, but I want peace. I hate to admit it, but Negan has more men and more guns than us. The other night could have ended very bad for us, we could have lost Maggie's baby, Maggie, Abraham and god knows who else, if it hadn't been for that boy, we..."

"Boy!" Daryl interrupted as he clutched the shoulder that had been shot. "He may have been a boy, but he sure as hell wasn't human. Ain't no human can do what he did."

"Raven said he was mostly human," Abraham pointed out as he approached the men carrying four more chairs. "Human, mostly human, I don't give a saggy nut sack, that boy saved my hairy ginger ass."

"He also saved Maggie and her baby," Rick reminded again. "I don't like or trust Negan, but my instincts are telling me that we can trust the kid."

"He's just a kid," Daryl snarled. "He's barely older than Carl."

"And he has Negan wrapped around his cute little pinky," Abraham chuckled. "That prick isn't going to do anything to upset his piece of ass."

Carl came sprinting into the church, his baby sister in his arms giggling. "They're coming."

"Shit!" Rick cursed. "Of course they're early, I had hoped Jesus and Ezekiel would get here before them."

"Well, lets go make nice with the enemy," Abraham grunted as he stomped out of the church.

Daryl shook his head. "I hope that we don't end regretting this."

"I hope so too," Rick sighed heavily, feeling like the weight of the world was resting on his tired shoulders.

***HP

"Wow! It's so pretty here," Harry gushed as he entered the gates of Alexandria. Looking around, his eyes grew wider as he took in all the large beautiful homes with well manicured lawns and colorful flowers. He could hear children laughing and could just barely make out what looked like a playground off in the distance. Alexandria was stunning.

"Thank you," Rick said as way of greeting. "The couple who created this settlement really put their hearts into it."

"It's like another world here. Well, it would be if it wasn't for the moans from the dead coming from the other side of the wall." Harry said his eyes sparkling. "You're very lucky to have this place." While he was safe at the compound, the compound was nothing like this. The compound didn't have homes, flower beds, green grass, or anything else that made it feel warm and comforting, their compound was very industrial.

Negan reached out and snagged his mate's arm when he started drifting off towards a barn and small paddock. "Harry, the deal was you had to remain at my side at all times."

Pouting, Harry looked up at his mate with wide, pleading eyes. "But that was before I knew that they had horses. Horses, Negan, they have horses!"

"You're early," Rick pointed out, "if you want to see the horses you have time."

Harry looked longingly at the horses before turning his attention back to Rick. "Maybe after the meeting if all goes well. I can tell that everyone is tense and nervous with us here, I don't want to make it worse by wandering around your home."

Inclining his head, Rick pointed to the church off in the distance. "We will be holding the meeting in the church, Hilltop and the Kingdom should be here shortly."

Harry's face lit up when Maggie joined the group as they were heading towards the church. "Maggie, how have you been? I can tell that your little boy is doing wonderful."

Maggie placed her hand on her stomach, a warm smile appearing on her face. "I'm doing good, and my baby is doing good, thanks to you. Thank you so much for saving him."

Harry gently patted Maggie on the arm. "I'm glad I was there to help him and that I had the gifts to do so. Babies are a miracle, especially now. Don't ever be afraid to come to me for help."

Maggie's eyes flashed to Negan, who was scowling at her. Snorting, Harry bumped his shoulder into his mate's. "Ignore him, he's a sourpuss. Hopefully after today everything will be settled between our groups and we all will be able to live together in peace and harmony."

Daryl, who was following behind the group, grumbled something under his breath. Stopping, Negan turned to the man. "Do you have something you wish to say to my mate?" He asked threateningly.

"Don't," Harry hissed, grabbing Negan's hand.

Daryl's chest puffed out as he took a step forward. "I said," he spat, "that we will never be able to live peacefully with you, not after you and your group terrorized us, Hilltop, and the Kingdom. You killed people, good, innocent people. You killed children!"

"Don't forget, hillbilly, that you killed my people too. You attacked me first!" Negan sneered. "And I don't kill children."

Daryl scoffed. "What about that boy from Hilltop whose head you bashed in? What about that kid from the Kingdom who you killed over one stupid melon?"

"What?" Both Harry and Negan cried at the same time.

"I take responsibility for putting the Hilltop boy out of his misery, but I have never killed or hurt anyone from the Kingdom," Negan defended. Looking to his men, his eyes searched until they landed on Gavin, his outpost leader for the Kingdom. "Gavin!" He ordered shortly.

Gavin shuffled forward, his eyes shifting nervously from person to person. "I-It was a misunderstanding. I gave Jared the order to kill Richard for them not coming through on their end of the deal, and he shot the kid in the leg instead. The bullet hit his artery and he bled out."

Harry angrily stepped forward, his eyes glowing unnaturally. "You ordered the death of someone over one fucking melon?" He roared, not believing what he was hearing.

Gavin flinched, but stood his ground. "It wasn't just about the melon, the Kingdom was starting to stand up to us, and it wasn't the first time they were short on their supplies to us."

Harry turned sharply to his mate, anger pouring off of him. "And you wonder why your men was attacked and killed in the dead of the night by Rick and his men? What the hell, Negan?"

Negan held up his hands in surrender. "Green eyes, this is the first that I'm hearing about this."

"That's no excuse!" Harry cried. "These are your men and you're responsible for them. What have you been telling and teaching them for them to believe that it's okay to take a life over a stupid melon?"

When his mate didn't answer him, Harry turned back to Daryl with tears in his eyes. "How old was the boy?"

"What does it matter?" Daryl snapped.

"It matters to me," Harry said sadly. "All life matters to me."

"He was fifteen," a black man with a tall staff said stepping forward. "He was a good kid with a heart of gold that loved reading every book he could get his hands on and who wanted to change the world for the better. He was smart, loyal, and would have given you the shirt off his back if you needed it. He had a little brother that he was raising by himself, they were all that each other had."

Tears fell from Harry's eyes as he stepped out of reach of his mate. This was his fault, he should have been more active in Negan's group. He knew that Negan had a dark side and that the majority of his men were power hungry degenerates, but he had buried his head in the sand and kept to himself. He was safe, had a roof over his head and food in his belly, and at the time that was all he had cared about. He had left the running of the group to Negan and only showed his face when he was needed to heal someone. How many innocent people died because he had turned a blind eye to what his mate and his men were doing?

"Harry?" Negan called unsurely.

With his back to Negan, Harry held up his hand. Needing a few minutes alone, he wandered down to the horse paddock. It wasn't often that he thought about his life before he came into his creature inheritance, before the apocalypse, but he knew that he was a different person now. The old Harry, the wizarding world's Harry, always had to know what was going on and always helped those who needed help, even if he didn't particularly like them, like the time he saved Dudley from the Dementors. He risked his life to keep Voldemort from getting his hands on Flamel's stone, he bravely went into the Chamber of Secrets knowing there was a deadly basilisk in it to save Ginny, he brought Cedric's body back from the graveyard when he had been surrounded by Death Eaters, and he rushed to the Ministry to save Sirius when he thought that Voldemort had captured him. How had he gone from being a savior, to hiding himself away like a coward and ignoring his mate's evil ways?

Leaning against the wooden fencing to the paddock, Harry dropped his head to his chest and allowed himself a few minutes to cry, to grieve for what he had lost, who he has become, and for the death of any innocents at his mate's hands and the hands of his men.

"There is darkness and evil in all of us, and not one of us here have clean hands, but that doesn't mean that we can't be saved, that we can't be redeemed."

Harry looked up into the kind brown eyes of the man with the staff. "Even Negan? Can you forgive Negan for the death of that boy from the Kingdom?"

The man pursed his lips tightly together. "I cared a great deal for that boy, we were very close. No, I can't forgive Negan for his death and for the misery he has caused for the people of Hilltop, the Kingdom, and Alexandria, but I think I can move on from it and maybe we can all learn something from it. Maybe some good can come from Benjamin's death.

"How can good come from the death of an innocent?"

The man's eyes flicked up to the lightning bolt scar on Harry's forehead. "I know who you are, Harry Potter, and if there is anyone who can bring us all together, it's you. I feel that Benjamin's death will give you the push you need to find your way back to the light."

Harry brought his hand up and rubbed at his scar. "I haven't been lost, just scared and hiding."

The man nodded his head in understanding. "We have all been scared, Harry, but we can't stop fighting...we can't stop living. As much as I want to cut Negan, Gavin, and Jared down for killing Benjamin, I can't because I'm no better than them. Not too long ago I myself lost my way and killed innocents, and I would still be killing today if it hadn't been for a stranger who found me and helped me find my way back. He was a good man who refused to give up on me. He was also a wizard who allowed me to read all his magical books."

"That's how you know about me," Harry said smiling softly, having sensed no magic in the man.

The man held out his hand. "Morgan, Morgan Jones."

Harry didn't hesitate to take the man's hand. "You know my name already, but just to confirm, I'm Harry Potter. I'm sorry," he added quickly, squeezing the man's hand, "for Benjamin."

"Me too," Morgan said sadly. "He didn't deserve a senseless death."

"I'm going to make him better," Harry said glancing over his shoulder to his mate that was staring back at him with fear and worry in his eyes.

"I don't doubt that," Morgan chuckled.

"Negan is very protective of me because I'm physically incapable of protecting myself. His fear of losing me is why he does what he does. He feels that he has to strike first and strike hard and bring others to their knees in order to keep me safe. I knew he was hard and a bully, but I didn't know he was killing innocents or terrorizing others."

"I don't understand, all the books I read about you said you were an extremely powerful wizard."

Harry rolled his eyes. "You can't believe everything you read in books. I mean, I was pretty powerful, but on my sixteenth birthday I came into a creature inheritance. I'm still considered a wizard, and I still have magic, but I'm also a healer elf. The inheritance changed my magic, I'm now physically incapable of hurting others, my magic won't allow it, not even in self defense. I can only heal others now."

Morgan whistled. "That's not a good thing in this new world. Can you at lest fight the dead?"

Harry shook his head no. "About all I can do is push them away."

"I can see now why Negan is so extreme. If my wife and son were still alive, I would do everything possible to protect them. I lost them both early on by not being being protective enough."

"I'm sorry," Harry said sincerely.

Morgan looked towards the gates when he heard a commotion. "It looks like the Kingdom have arrived."

Before Harry could turn towards the gate to get his first glimpse of the Kingdom and their king, he was being knocked over and pinned to the ground by a massive cat he thought he would never see again. "Sheva!" He cried in disbelief.

Despite the cat's eagerly licking of his face, Harry was able to make out three things. He heard Ezekiel bellow Sheva's name, probably thinking she was attacking and eating someone. He heard Negan scream his name in terror, and he heard a gun shot ring out, the sound echoing off Alexandria's steel walls. Harry didn't need to see to know that the bullet fired was for Sheva, and it was most likely from his mate who was trying to save him from a man eating, or in this case, licking tiger. Throwing his hand up, he erected a shield around both him and Sheva. He relaxed when he heard the bullet hit the shield then fall to the ground, but he kept his shield up knowing that Negan would probably be firing more rounds.

***HP

"Sheva!" Ezekiel screamed in terror and disbelief when his cat bolted away from him, launching herself at someone, knocking them down then attacking them. Never before had his Sheva attacked someone, not unless he was being threatened or he commanded her to do so.

Negan froze in shock for all of thirty seconds as the cat mauled his mate before he had his gun in his hands and firing. He couldn't believe what was happening, they had come in peace because of Harry and yet they were attacking him. Harry was innocent, he hadn't hurt anyone. They should have been attacking him, not his mate. He was the one who had killed their friends and loved ones. Harry was the last innocent and good human left on the planet.

Even though he knew his mate was panicking, he could feel it through their bond, Harry couldn't help but laugh as the big cat lapped at his face, purring the entire time. "I missed you too, you big pussy cat."

Wide eyed, Morgan held his staff high in the air. "He's alright!" He bellowed loudly. "She's not hurting him! Harry is fine!"

"Harry?" Ezekiel mumbled, his face lighting up, now understanding why his cat was acting the way she was. If it was their old friend Harry, then Sheva adored the young man and wouldn't hurt him. She had sulked for weeks after they had parted ways.

Negan sprinted to his fallen mate, not caring that he was supposedly alright. There was still a man eating tiger on top of him, a tiger he had seen with his own eyes take out a large herd of walkers. His heart was damn near beating out of his chest with fear, he couldn't lose Harry.

It took some muscle, but Harry was able to shift Sheva off of him just enough so he could slip out from under her. Panting, his struggled to his feet, almost face planting again when the cat forcefully butted her head against his legs. "Easy there, big girl, I have a lot of delicate and breakable bones."

Even though it had only taken seconds, to Negan it felt like an hour to get to his mate's side. Grabbing him by the shoulders, he roughly turned him towards him, his eyes frantically searching for any injuries. At seeing only a red face coated in tiger drool, he crushed his mate to his chest, his entire body trembling. "I thought I lost you."

"I'm alright," Harry quickly reassured, having never seen his mate so shook up, so upset. "Sheva and I are old friends."

"I thought it was a trap, I thought they were taking you away from me to punish me."

After what his mate has done, Harry wouldn't blame the people from Hilltop, Alexandria, and the Kingdom for wanting to get back at Negan by killing the person he loved the most, but thankfully this hadn't been a trap. This had just been a very happy tiger excited to see someone she loved and hadn't seen in years. "You can't get rid of me that easily," he joked, clinging to his mate.

Ezekiel had clipped his tiger back onto her chain then stood by the pair patiently waiting to greet his friend. He was a bit shocked to see how upset Negan was, he didn't think that the man had a heart. It didn't change his opinion on the man, he still hated him.

Stepping out of Negan's arms, Harry let out a very unmanly squeal when he spotted Ezekiel. Launching himself at the man, he started laughing happily. "You're still alive! Not a day has gone by whereI haven't thought of you. What happened to Florida?"

Ezekiel clapped his friend on the back as he laughed. "Harry, it is so good to see you still alive and doing well, old friend. I was on my way to Florida when I ran into a group that needed help. One thing led to another and before I knew it, I was creating a thriving community and people were wanting to be a part of it."

"Oh my god, you're the king!" Harry cried excitedly. "I should have known you were the king, you always talked as though you were from the renaissance age. I can't believe all this time we have been close to each other and we never knew it."

Fed up with his mate clinging to another man, Negan grasped the back of Harry's shirt and wrenched him back, shoving him behind him. "Keep your fucking hands off my mate."

Ezekiel groaned loudly. "Please, Harry, tell me that this murdering bastard isn't your mate."

Harry blushed. "Sorry, but this bastard is my loving and over protective mate."

"Green Eyes," Negan hissed.

Ezekiel didn't know what to say, he couldn't believe that fate would match someone as sweet and caring as Harry with a cold blooded murderer like Negan. He prayed that Harry hasn't changed from the boy he first met years ago, the boy that couldn't even bring himself to break into an abandoned store to steal food even though he was starving.

Harry looked sadly at Ezekiel, knowing what his friend was thinking. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know what was going on."

"Dammit, Harry, you don't have to apologize to him or anyone else," Negan snapped.

"But I do," Harry whimpered. "I should have been more active, I should have known what was going on around me." He looked back to Ezekiel. "I was scared, I couldn't defend myself so I stayed behind the safety of the walls Negan had built. I had heard rumors, which was why I hunted my mate down the night he had Rick and his men at gunpoint. I'm just now learning the truth of everything, and I'm so, so sorry. I'm sorry about the boy you lost. I wish I had the ability to turn back time, but I do have the ability to see that things change. I know everyone here wants Negan's head, and honestly I can't blame them, I just ask that you give me a chance to show you that he can be good."

At seeing the desperation in his friend's eyes, Ezekiel sighed heavily. "It's not just my decision, my friend, but also those from Hilltop and Alexandria. I understand what Negan means to you, especially being what you are, I will never like or trust Negan, but I do trust you."

"Thank you," Harry said, wiping at his tears. Straightening up, he stepped away from Negan then walked to where Gavin was standing with their group. "I want you gone, you are no longer welcome in our group. You can return to base and collect your things, but I want you gone before I get back."

"What!" Gavin cried in disbelief, his eyes wide. "I didn't do anything."

"You ordered the death of a man over a melon."

"It was more than just a melon," Gavin defended desperately. "They were starting to stand against us, they needed a reminder of what would happen if they fought back. You can't throw me out for following Negan's orders."

"Yeah, you little shit, Negan is the boss, not you!"

Harry wasn't familiar with all of Negan's men, especially those who lived at different outposts. "What is your name?" He asked the long haired man who was standing arrogantly next to Gavin. Gavin he had met before, he had actually healed a cut of his that had gotten infected. He had honestly thought that Gavin was a good guy, he had always said hi to him and treated him with respect, he felt a bit bad for banishing him, but he was done sitting back doing nothing.

The man, who was a good deal taller than Harry, sneered down at him. "Jared," he answered cockily.

Harry looked to Negan when he opened his mouth to say something. Not wanting him to interfere, he held his hand up. "You're the one who shot and killed a fifteen year old boy."

The man smiled, proud of what he had done. "Figured it would really hit home if I took out the boy. Gotta hit them where it hurts if you want to break them."

Harry was momentarily distracted by a little blond haired boy clinging to Morgan's leg, sniffling. The boy looked to be only nine or ten years old. Seeing Morgan incline his head, confirmed his suspicions that this was the little brother of the boy his group had killed. His heart went out to the kid that was now alone in the world with no blood family, he knew what that felt like. At least he had Morgan and Ezekiel, he knew that both men would look after and protect the boy.

"You are also no longer welcome with the Saviors. Leave now and don't ever return!"

Jared threw his head back laughing. "Like I'm going to listen to some puny little fag who is afraid of his own shadow."

Negan took a step forward, a feral grin on his face. "Jared, Jared, Jared, what did you just call my mate, you ugly ass little worm?"

Jared paled as he gulped nervously. "I-I was only doing as you ordered, boss. You said to keep them in line by any means necessary."

"I don't give a fuck about the Kingdom or anyone else, I only care about my mate...the mate that you just called a puny fag."

Harry grabbed Negan by the back of his leather jacket. "If you beat him up then I'm going to have to heal him and I really, really don't want to waste my magic or energy on him."

"Then it looks like I'm killing him," Negan said happily, as he took another step towards Jared.

"Negan, there are children," Harry whispered, looking around at all the people that were watching them. He hadn't noticed before that there were so many people, but there were at least fifty, not counting their own men. "Let him and Gavin go, you can hunt him down later if you want. We already held everyone up long enough, we have a lot to discuss."

"Dwight, Regina, kindly escort dead man walking one and dead man walking two to the compound to collect their things, making sure they don't take what doesn't belong to them, including any guns and weapons or food, then see them on their way. If they give you any trouble, shoot them." Negan ordered, never taking his eyes off of Jared. "And if they are smart, they will get the hell out of Virginia because if I see them again I won't be so generous."

***HP

Harry entered the church behind Rick and his group, his eyes lighting up when he saw Abraham. "Big Red, hows the head doing?"

"Still in one piece and still connected to my ugly mug thanks to you, little raven."

"Why must you like him?" Negan grumbled as he draped a possessive arm over his mate's shoulder.

"He's awesome," Harry said simply. "I think he's going to become my new best friend."

"Everyone, please take a seat," Rick said from the head of the table. Each group had a couple people to represent them, Alexandria had Rick, Michonne, Daryl and Abraham, the Kingdom had Ezekiel, Morgan, Richard, and Jerry, Hilltop had Jesus, Maggie since she was going between Alexandria and Hilltop, and Gregory who was technically the leader but no one really listened to him, and the Saviors had Negan, Harry, and Simon.

Harry made sure his seat was between his mate and Ezekiel, he still couldn't believe that his old friend was still alive and king of the Kingdom. He was so happy to be reunited with him and Sheva, he had a feeling he was going to be spending a lot of time at the Kingdom. Negan wasn't going to be happy with that, but he was going to have to deal with it and get over it.

"Ezekiel, I take it you already know Harry?" Rick asked curiously.

"I do," Ezekiel said proudly as he smiled warmly at Harry. "Young Harry and I spent a couple of weeks together back when everything started."

"D'ya know what the hell he is?" Daryl spat, glaring at the king.

Ezekiel frowned. "I do know what he is. Harry is very special and I trust him one hundred percent with my life and the lives of my people."

"But he's with Negan?" Michonne pointed out.

"Are your hands clean?" Harry asked trying to remain calm. He understood that these people had a reason to hate Negan, but it still pissed him off when they looked down at his mate. These people were no better, they too had killed.

Michonne looked at her hands, a frown on her face. "Excuse me?"

Harry shook his head. "Are your hands clean of blood?" He clarified.

"I have killed," Michonne admitted, glaring at the boy, "but it was in self defense."

"Was it in self defense when you attacked our men in the middle of the night while they were sleeping? As far as I know, up until then my mate and his men didn't even know who you all were. Why did you attack?"

Rick shifted anxiously in his seat, his eyes landing on Jesus and Gregory. "It was part of the deal we made with Hilltop, our guns and protection for their food and medical aid. They told us about Negan and his men and asked us for help."

"So what you're saying, you killed people because strangers you just met asked you to? Did you even have any proof of what they were telling you was true?"

"We did what we had to do to protect ourselves and our loved ones," Rick snapped.

"So it's okay for you to do whatever is necessary to protect your people, but it's not okay for Negan to do the same? That's bullshit! I'm not saying what he did was okay, I'm just saying that everyone here has blood on their hands and we need to move on and try to find a way to work together."

"Harry is right," Ezekiel said. "We need to stop fighting and start working together."

"Fairly!" Harry added sending a glare to his mate. "No more bullying, no more unfair demands, we need to come together as a big family and help each other out. I'm sure each groups has their strength and weaknesses, we need to work together to conquer those weaknesses."

"Let me guess, the Saviors strength is killing innocents?" Abraham growled.

Negan threw his head back laughing. "Oh, big red and ugly, that's fucking hilarious coming from the group that has killed more of my men then I have in your three groups combined. You took out three of my people on the road with the RPG, twenty four at the outpost, and then a few others here and there. There is more blood on your hands than there is on mine, I just like to make a grand event when kill someone, not slink around in in the middle of the night like a fucking coward to kill people in their sleep."

"He has a point," Harry said sadly. "I keep hearing what a horrible murderer my mate is, yet you have killed way more people than what he has."

"Everyone has killed," Morgan agreed grimly. "Harry is right, not a single person sitting at this table has clean hands."

"Harry does," Ezekiel said as he winked slyly at his friend.

Daryl snorted. "Yeah, right!"

"I'm a healer, not a killer," Harry said, ignoring how hard his mate was squeezing his hand in warning. Negan didn't want him telling anyone what he was and that he couldn't defend himself. "The only blood I have on my hands is from those I couldn't save."

Abraham sat back in his seat, a thoughtful look on his face. "That night in the woods, you said that it was physically impossible for you to hurt anyone."

Harry inclined his head. "That's true."

"Why? What are you?" Maggie asked, resting a hand on her still flat belly. She was curios, he obviously couldn't be human, but at the same time she would forever be grateful to Harry for saving her baby's life.

"I'm human, just human with a few extra abilities. It honestly doesn't matter what I am, all that matters is that I'll never hurt anyone here and all I want to do is help."

"How can you expect us to trust you when you won't tell us what you are?" Rick asked.

"Can you trust me?" Ezekiel asked, looking to Rick. "I know what Harry is and I say that we can trust him."

Rick tiredly scrubbed at his face. He wasn't happy, he wanted answers, but he also wanted this meeting to work out. He didn't want to fight with Negan and his men, even with Alexandria, Hilltop, and the Kingdom combined, the Saviors still greatly outnumbered them. "I trust you so I guess we are going to have to take your word on it. Let's get on with this meeting."

***HP

With a big smile on his face, Harry hugged Ezekiel, Maggie, and then Abraham, chuckling when he heard Negan grumbling. After all the finger pointing, name calling, and blaming had settled down, the meeting between the four groups had actually been pretty productive. There was still a lot of shit that needed to be worked out, but things were already starting to look up. If everyone came together as he was hoping, their communities would not only survive, but also thrive. It excited him just thinking about it.

"Travel safe, my friend," Ezekiel said with a warm smile on his face.

"Thank you," Harry said happily. "I'm so happy to have you back in my life. I can't wait to visit the Kingdom, it sounds amazing."

"We will have a feast!" Ezekiel proclaimed. "No rest area snacks or canned spaghetti when you visit."

Harry laughed at the reminder of their time together all those years ago. "Hey, that spaghetti was the best, and I'd kill for some Doritos."

"Oh, I miss Doritos," Maggie whined, her mouth watering just thinking about them. Pregnancy cravings were going to be a bitch since half the good junk foods didn't exist anymore.

"Promise me your will rest and take care of that little one and I promise to figure out how to make Doritos," Harry smirked. "Between all the people we have, someone has to know how they're made."

"That's a promise I can make," Maggie said happily.

Harry reached out and took Maggie's hand. "If you need anything, anything at all, please don't hesitate to come to me. Even if you just want me to check on the little one, I'll gladly do it. I may not be the type of healer you're use to, but I am a healer."

"Thank you," Maggie said sincerely.

"Are you finished making nice with the locals?" Negan asked moodily.

Harry allowed Negan to guide him out of Alexandria's gates and to their waiting jeep. "You're just pouting because you didn't get to kill anyone and you're now going to have to play nice with your new friends."

"You're a cruel little elf, green eyes. Kick a man in the balls while he's down, why don't you?"

"I think for now on, I need to be the brains of this operation and you the muscle. I'm also much more of a people person than you. They like me."

"Well, in my defense, you didn't go around bashing people's heads in with a bat wrapped in barbed wire."

"True, we really need to work on you people skills and anger management. This is going to be a good thing though, I think all the communities are going to benefit from us teaming together."

"You're going to want to visit with them now, aren't you?" Negan asked, already knowing the answer.

"Of course. Can I get a horse?" Harry asked excitedly.

"You already have a stallion," Negan said cockily as he cupped his crotch.

Harry rolled his eyes in exasperation. "Yes, yes, you are my white stallion with a giant cock, but I meant a horse, as in the four legged animal."

"What the hell do you need a horse for, you have a motorcycle and tons of vehicles at the compound?"

"I think we should conserve gas," Harry said, his eyes sparking mischievously. "I mean, it's not like we can just run out to the gas station and buy more when we run out. When it's gone...it's gone. So can I get a horse?"

"I'm not riding a horse, Harry, and you're not traveling alone."

"Fine, then you can walk," Harry huffed. "I'm getting a horse."

Smirking, Negan shook his head. He loved his little brat. As much as he hated Harry interfering with how he is running things, he was glad that Harry was getting out and socializing more. Everything that he was doing was to keep Harry safe and happy, and if getting a damn horse is what will make his mate happy, then he'd find him a stupid horse. "I'll have everyone keep an eye out for a horse for you, pony boy."

Harry bounced in his seat, a large grin on his face. "Can I get a tiger?"

"Don't push your luck," Negan snarled, playfully swatting the back of his mate's head.

Smiling softly, Harry leaned against Negan and rested his head on his shoulder. "Thank you. Thank you for trying today and for allowing me to try and bring us all together. I love you."

"I love you too," Negan said sincerely. "Even when you're taking my toys away and making me play nice with others."

***HP

NOTE...

The part about the teen Negan killed from Hilltop, the part about him being a cripple, I made that up. I just wanted a reason for Negan to feel that what he did was justifiable.