Fanfic: Walking Dead Utopia by faewm (Read for Free, 1,332,114 Clicks)

Description: Harry and his godfather, joined with a few others, are running from the apocalypse. Well, they know they can¡¯t run from it, but they are going to where they won¡¯t be shut off from the world. Unlike those hiding at Hogwarts. They will be joining others along the way and doing what they can to save as many as they can. How do the werewolves come in play? Almost completely AU.

Characters: Graphic Depictions Of ViolenceHarry Potter Sirius Black Remus Lupin Daryl Dixon Rick Grimes Dobby Lori GrimesHappy ever after endgame some gore Not Much Romance lots of magic

Summary: Summary:

Harry and his godfather, joined with a few others, are running from the apocalypse. Well, they know they can¡¯t run from it, but they are going to where they won¡¯t be shut off from the world. Unlike those hiding at Hogwarts. They will be joining others along the way and doing what they can to save as many as they can. How do the werewolves come in play? Almost completely AU.

Notes: Notes:

It irritates me when I read crossovers and they have Harry/others go to another world and do jack all to change the canon of that world. I mean, the same people die, the same events happen, and most of the time, the magical being transported, or what have you, hide their magic. If it¡¯s the end of the world Statute of Secrecy be damned. Do what you can to save who you can, I say.This crossover is going to have Harry/others join the cast of the Walking Dead, but they will change everything. They have magic, they can do almost anything. They can keep people safe, get rid of the walkers and the psychos. There is no need to have that many problems when they have magic.There will be hardships, some that the Walking Dead doesn¡¯t touch on, but are very really dangers in the state of Georgia. So, it¡¯s not going to be all sunshine and roses.Also, I drew a few things from other WD/HP fics on ffn, like Survival by misteeirene, and Walking Dead Wizard by DebsTheSlytherinSnapefan. Not enough to call it plagiarism, but an idea or two.This is a teaser chapter; I still need to get my others up and running. But , I couldn¡¯t even concentrated on them with this running through my head.,Notes:
It irritates me when I read crossovers and they have Harry/others go to another world and do jack all to change the canon of that world. I mean, the same people die or get hurt, the same events happen, and most of the time, the magical/supernatural being transported, or what have you, hides their magic/powers. If it¡¯s the end of the world Statute of Secrecy be damned. Do what you can to save who you can, I say.This crossover is going to have Harry/others join the cast of the Walking Dead, but they will change everything. They have magic, they can do almost anything. They can keep people safe, get rid of the walkers and the psychos. There is no need to have that many problems when they have magic.There will be hardships, some that the Walking Dead doesn¡¯t touch on, but are very really dangers in the state of Georgia. So, it¡¯s not going to be all sunshine and roses.Also, I drew a few things from other WD/HP fics, like Survival by misteeirene, and Walking Dead Wizard by DebsTheSlytherinSnapefan. Not enough to call it plagiarism, but an idea or two.HP timeline has been brought up to match WD. It is easier for my memory, which sucks by the way, to remember 2010, than 1994/95. Even then I might have stuff out of their time. I will try my best and look up what I can, but still¡­This is a teaser chapter; I still need to get my others up and running. But, I couldn¡¯t even concentrated on them with this running through my head.

Chapter 1: Get ‘er Done

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Chapter 1: Get ¡®er done.

It irritates me when I read crossovers and they have Harry/others go to another world and do jack all to change the canon of that world. I mean, the same people die or get hurt, the same events happen, and most of the time, the magical/supernatural being transported, hides their magic/powers. If it¡¯s the end of the world Statute of Secrecy be damned. Do what you can to save who you can, I say.

This crossover is going to have Harry/others join the cast of the Walking Dead, but they will change everything. They have magic, they can do almost anything. They can keep people safe, get rid of the walkers and the psychos. There is no need to have that many problems when they have magic.

There will be hardships, some that the Walking Dead doesn¡¯t touch on, but are very really dangers in the state of Georgia. So, it¡¯s not going to be all sunshine and roses.

Also, I drew a few things from other WD/HP fics, like Survival by misteeirene, and Walking Dead Wizard by DebsTheSlytherinSnapefan. Not enough to call it plagiarism, but an idea or two.

HP timeline has been brought up to match WD. It is easier for my memory, which sucks by the way, to remember 2010, than 1994/95. Even then I might have stuff out of their time. I will try my best and look up what I can, but still¡­

Standard disclaimer applies.

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Harry Potter was furious. He had only been ¡®home¡¯, from Hogwarts for one week, and he was hopping mad. He had never wanted to go to that damn school in the first place. Let alone, here, #4 Privet drive.After his ¡®uncle¡¯ had thrown him out when he was seven, he thought he¡¯d never be back. However, Dumbledore, the headmaster of that blasted school, in all his infinite wisdom, decided that this is where the ¡®Boy-Who-Lived¡¯ belonged. That man was too full of himself for Harry¡¯s liking. What was the reason? Some bullshit about blood wards, that needed Harry to stay with family to charge. The old man had said that it was for his and the Dursleys protection.As if those hadn¡¯t fallen the moment Vernon had kicked him out. Then again, logic wasn¡¯t wizards had in large amounts. Well, from what Harry observed they had little to none. He couldn¡¯t count the amount of time he had to explain thing to the kids at school. Only the nonwizard born kids understood, but even the older of them were losing what they had come with. Mostly from exposure to people like the senile old man.Oh, how Harry hated that bastard of a headmaster. He had been doing just fine with his little gang of runners. They had run the streets since Harry was seven. It had been within the first few weeks that Harry knew he was different. The gang never seem to run out of luck. One of the older boys pointed out that Harry must be a good luck charm. They did a few tests and found that Harry was really, really good at picking pockets. They honed that skill to where Harry just had to think of his mark and the wallet/money clip would fall out of whatever space it had been stored in.They had tried a few other things, but the only other skill they found that Harry has was that he could make them hide, for want of a better word, from anyone chasing them. He had to be next to them, skin touching, but if he willed it then no one ever saw them.Yeah, he had had the good life with his friends. But, no, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore knew more than anyone; according to him. Arsehole. Harry was going to gut that old man someday. Who the hell did he think he was, playing with Harry¡¯s life this way?Thinking of the reason the old man had sent him back, Harry was doubtful it was true now. He didn¡¯t think he was the most knowledgeable person on wards, but in his quest of knowledge during last year¡¯s fiasco, the Tri-Wizard Tournament, he had run across how a few of them worked. So, he knew that there were no blood wards on the Dursley¡¯s house. But when he told the twinkly eyed bastard that, he was patted on the head and spelled into compliance.The tournament was the last straw, Voldemort was back. He was after Harry. And with using Harry¡¯s blood was also a werewolf. Harry wasn¡¯t sure if he was happy out that or not. For one reason, it made the man stronger. On the other hand, it also got him shunned from the people he relied on. Oh well, he would just have to see how that played out.The spell didn¡¯t take of course, but Harry had played it off as if it had. He had almost gotten away with it too, but Snape, the slimy git, happened to read his mind on his plans to disappear for the summer, and hopefully forever. So, of course, that greasy arsehole told the twinkly eyed bastard and here he was.Since he had never wanted to go to Hogwarts, and he did his very best to be expelled short of hurting his fellow students¡­ too much. Poor Malfoy, the brat earned it though. Harry used every trick in his arsenal to get Snape to throw him out, but Dumbledore always prevented it. He had no idea why that man was so obsessed with him, but it was downright creepy.Nevertheless, he never wanted to go to there. Who would, after living a very carefree life? Sure, there were days when he and his didn¡¯t eat, but with his magic to help, those were far in-between the good days. He and the gang had never really suffered much. If you didn¡¯t count their jobs as runners. It was always a worry that they would not come back from a run, but it was a chance they were willing to take.He would just leave, but that fuckhead had put a magical leash on Harry, tied to his aunt. He could go anywhere he wanted until 5 p.m. Then he was compelled to return home, on pain of chest. The longer he fought it, the more it hurt, until his magic would take over and pop him to the littlest bedroom. That was about 15 minutes. Which had been a real bitch when he had been in London. There was no way he would have made it home. It came as a complete surprise when he doubled over in pain, after trying to fight it, then the next moment he was in the room he slept in, never his, and not in pain anymore. Dammit.His aunt wasn¡¯t too happy with it either. If Harry wasn¡¯t home, then she was compelled to go and find him. Lucky for her, she could fight the urge until Harry popped back in, but it felt like bugs crawling under her skin.She had fought tooth and nail not to have her nephew there, but she lost to the man who could turn her into a teacup and walk away. This, of course, caused Harry a mess of problems, in the form of verbal attacks. Not that he didn¡¯t give as good as he got, but he truly could live without the bullshit he put up with.All that was fine and dandy, but that¡¯s not why he was angry now. His godfather was supposed to have gotten in touch with him earlier, via the mirror, but he had not heard from the man. He wasn¡¯t sure if he was angry or worried. The man was on the run from the law, after all.Still, they were supposed to be planning for the next full moon. Harry had been turned into a werewolf trying to catch Pettigrew. He had run after Sirius, who had run after Remus, and when the Dementors tried to Kiss his godfather, Lupin had bit him. Thank Merlin for Hermione¡¯s time-turner. The next day, he had hidden his bite, and talked to Remus before the professor had left.While there was a nice sturdy cage in the Dursley¡¯s basement, courtesy of Dumbledore, Sirius was trying to get ¡®permission¡¯ from the headmaster to let Harry run with Remus, like he had done since the beginning of fourth year.Remus had warned him on how he was almost found out in his years at the school, by Snape of all people. And how his dormmates had sussed it out right from the get-go. So, Harry made sure to be ¡®missing¡¯ on more days than the full moon. Not even his friends knew he was a werewolf. They thought he had some uncurable muggle disease.Right now, thinking on all that, didn¡¯t help his temper any that last night was the full moon. He had had to suffer his transformation alone, without the benefit of Wolfsbane. Stupid Snape. He woke up in pain and hating life in general. This infliction was enough to never want to help anyone again.He sighed at that thought, for no matter how rough his life was, or had been, or even will be, he would always stick his neck out to help the helpless. It was one of the reasons he never made it past runner, in his gang of friends. He was hesitant to kill. Sure, he carried a gun, had since he was seven, but he only took maiming shots.It had been hard enough hiding the fact that he was indeed a werewolf, but last summer had been a nightmare. His family were terrified of him, and he was bloody well glad of that, or it would have been worse. That didn¡¯t stop their mouths from runny, safe in the idea that Dumbledore would save them.After hexing his cousin a few times, the Ministry had sent him notice after notice, but the twinkly eyed bastard made them all disappear. He must have something on the current Minister, because the worse he got was ¡®don¡¯t do that again¡¯. Idiots.Getting frustrated with all this introspection, he got up and paced around the room. He came to his owl¡¯s cage, a gift from the half-giant. Who was a nice guy, was the headbastard¡¯s man through and through. Still, he got a cool Snowy Owl out of the deal.¡°Do you want out, girl?¡± he asked, unlatching the door. He put a thick sleeve on his lower arm, put it in her cage and let her walk on to it. Her claws were sharp, but they wrapped around his leather covered arm as she steadied herself. He lifted his other hand and caressed her chest.¡°Hoot, bark,¡± the owl responded.¡°Okay, why don¡¯t you to Hermione for a while. It might be a good idea to stay a few days. If I need you, I¡¯ll send Dobby to get you, okay?¡± the boy asked, like the bird could understand him. Which, he was sure she did, because she nodded and took off.Suddenly there was a noise downstairs, knocking Harry out of his contemplation, that sounded like the front door was being kicked in. Knowing that the snake bastard was out to get him, Harry jumped to the bed, grabbed his wand and gun, and was out the bedroom door in seconds.Stopping at the top of the stairs, taking in the scene below him, he gave a huge sigh of relief when he saw Sirius, Remus and five other magicals. Three males and two females. They all had their wands pointed at the Dursley¡¯s, but didn¡¯t seem to be menacing, just like a warning. To make them listen instead of shout.To Harry, they were a sight for poor eyes. While he didn¡¯t know the others, his dogfathers were there and that was all that mattered.¡°Hey, guys, I¡¯m glad to see you,¡± he said, coming down the stairs and entering the living room. He kept his wand handy, because of the strangers, but lowered. He tucked his gun away as he walked down the stairs.¡°Hold up a minute, Harry, we¡¯ve got some housekeeping to do,¡± Sirius said, smirking at the Dursleys, who opened their mouths to start yelling. Well, not Dudley, he was just looking around with a dumb look on his face.Remus, Sirius and the tall black man lifted their wands at them to keep them quiet, while they explained what was going on to Harry.¡°Shut it,¡± Sirius said with a glare. ¡°Sit,¡± he commanded, leveling his wand to Vernon¡¯s eyes.The Dursleys sat.¡°Harry, grab everything in your room. Shrink it down, and pack it in one of these. I know the Ministry ignores magic here, so feel free to use as much as you want,¡± Sirius said, throwing a few cloth sacks to his godson. ¡°Call that house elf friend of yours and clear out the whole upstairs. I only want to see family pictures left behind.¡±¡°Call the other two and have them clear out the manor,¡± Remus added.¡°What¡¯s going on?¡± Harry asked, snatching the bags out of the air. ¡°Not that I¡¯m against robbing the Dursley¡¯s blind, but what gives?¡±¡°I¡¯ll explain it all when we leave,¡± his godfather said. ¡°Just trust me, we have to go. Now,¡± the grey-eyed wizard said, waving his wand and shrinking all the furniture and decorations, bar the family photos and the couch the Dursleys sat on, into his sack.The other six wizards spread out to do the same. They were taking everything. Harry just hoped That they left enough food for the Dursleys. The young wizard had no idea why his godfather was acting weirdly. Still, he trusted the man, so he shrugged his shoulder and went to clear out his room. A wave of his wand and everything he owned, and much that he didn¡¯t, was shrinking and flying into the bag.¡°Dobby,¡± the teen called. ¡°Slam, Dunk.¡±Three elves popped in.¡°Yes, Master Harry, sir?¡± they all said.Dobby was bouncing on his toes, happy to be called by his master. Harry Potter was a strange one. He seems like to do all his housework by himself. It was unusual for the elf not to have anything to do so, whenever Harry called him, he was very happy about that. The other two were just as happy, but calmer.¡°Go pack everything in the other rooms. Sirius is freaking out, and he wants this house cleared of everything,¡± Harry said, handing the elf the other bags while still eyeballing what he was doing. ¡°Leave the photos, but grab everything else, okay? Actually, leave Dudley¡¯s clothes and some books and toys,¡± he added as an afterthought. ¡°However, completely gut all the other bedrooms.¡±¡°Yes, sir, Harry Potter, sir,¡± Dobby said, hurrying along to do just that.¡°You two, Remus said to clear out the manor,¡± the boy added nodded to the quiet elves.¡°Yes, sir,¡± they said and popped away.Harry finished with his room, so he went to the attic and started there. It took about five minutes for the upper part of the house to be emptied. He absolutely loved magic. There was just so much you can do with it.It was the only thing he liked about that school, there were tons of spell books just waiting to be read. The library was just a treasure trove of information. It was so simple to find a spell that copied books, patent be damned. His trunk was bursting with the info he claimed. Dumbledore was a moron for giving him his invisibility cloak, thinking that he would be a good little boy with it. Sucks to be him.Seeing the attic was finished, he went back down a floor. Harry helped Dobby finish up in the bathroom and joined the others in the living room. The adult Dursleys were awake and staring at Sirius in abject horror. ?¡°Well?¡± the dogman demanded in a voice close to a bark. He glared at the Dursleys with something akin to hate. He knew how they had booted Harry out at the tender age of seven. Not even his deranged mum would have done that. They even waited until squibs were eleven before dropping them off at an orphanage. If the crazier Blacks didn¡¯t kill them first. Still¡­¡°I don¡¯t believe you,¡± Vernon answered, folding his meaty arms across his fat chest.Petunia just sniffed, sticking that skinny nose so far up in the air, it was a wonder she didn¡¯t cut off her own oxygen supply.Dudley just looked poleaxed.¡°Not my problem, then,¡± Sirius said cheerfully, turning around and waving the other magicals to follow him.¡°Come back here, you thieves. I¡¯m calling the police¡­¡± were the words that followed them out the door. Sirius waved his wand, and the door was repaired and locked. He smirked at the others and waved a hand in the direction of the street. ?Harry followed along, but he felt like he missed some important information. However, he knew he¡¯d be told later. The one thing that he first liked about Sirius, is that the man didn¡¯t hide anything from him. It was a relief to him to have an adult in his life that would tell him what he needed to know. Even the bosses held things back, and a few times it almost got him, or one of the other runners, killed. Hence, his need to carry a firearm.The nine of them left, walking down the street in the darkness. With only the streetlamps to guide them. It was a cloudy night, and it was getting cooler by the moment. Not too cool, but not the sweltering heat of the day.¡°Dobby, find us later, alright?¡± Harry said to his little friend, holding out his hand for the bags.¡°Yes, sir, Harry Potter, sir,¡± the elf said, giving his sacks to Harry and popping away.¡°Now can you tell me what¡¯s going on?¡± Harry demanded, tucking the sacks away and walking fast to keep up with his godfather and the other adults.It was Remus that answered, with a question. ¡°What did your wolf look like the last night?¡±¡°How the hell would I know? There¡¯s no mirror in the Dursley¡¯s basement,¡± Harry snapped back, miffed that his question was diverted again. ¡°Even if there was, I wouldn¡¯t have remembered it.¡±¡°Did you feel different?¡±Harry paused, now that he thought about it, yeah, he had. ¡°Beefier, I guess. Like I wasn¡¯t starving,¡± he finally said, after a few moments of silence. ¡°Also, a bit more clearheaded,¡± he added as an afterthought.¡°That¡¯s what we¡¯re afraid of,¡± Sirius said with a sigh. They had come to a stop under a streetlight, and they were just looking at one another. The ones not ¡®related¡¯ to Harry were confused, yet at the same time determined. Like they knew what was going on, but they didn¡¯t know how Sirius and Remus knew.¡°What do you mean? Is there something wrong with my wolf? I¡¯d think that clearer thoughts would be good thing,¡± the teen said, scrunching his nose in confusion. Not being a raving mad monster had to be good, right?¡°When I saw Remus transform last night, he looked more like the wolf in that movie American Werewolf in London, and not a scary hairy skeleton he normally is. To tell the truth, I always wondered why magical werewolves looked like that,¡± he added thoughtfully, thinking of the movie Lily had taken them to when she found out about Remus¡¯ infliction.She had wanted to show them what muggles thought werewolves looked like and asked them to compare the two. It had been a very philosophical conversation. They never did find the answers, and when he saw Remus look like the bloke in the movie, he knew something was different, possible wrong. ?¡°There¡¯s a legend,¡± started Remus in his professor voice as they continued down the street. Everyone listening in. ¡°it says that when the end of the world is near, Armageddon, if you will, then magical creatures will¡­ mutate, for lack of a better word. They will become stronger, or their magic will make them easier to hide themselves, if they¡¯re peaceful breeds. Like fairies, and unicorns. Though, the centaurs will¡­ mutate more like we did. Either way they will be smarter and more prone to survive. Their instincts will get sharper. Sirius told me about my wolf first thing this morning. That got me worried, I knew something was up. I just couldn¡¯t recall what. So, I hit the books right away, and rediscovered the legend.¡±¡°After Remus explained it to me, I went to Gringotts, and confirmed with them that something was coming. And that something isn¡¯t good,¡± Sirius said, looking at his godson to gauge his reaction.¡°How would they know?¡± the boy asked, mulling over what was being said.¡°They noted a few changes themselves, and in the dragons, and other creatures they¡­ employ,¡± Remus said, not liking that those creatures were basically enslaved to the goblins. But there was little he could do, what with his lack of political power, and being a werewolf and all.¡°Oh, what did they say to make it so you¡¯re ready to live a life of crime?¡± Harry inquired. As far as he knew Remus and Sirius were goody-two-shoes. Not that they were pure as the driven snow, but they did go out of their way not to break laws. If you ignore the breaking out of prison and harboring a criminal. Still, they were good people.¡°They simply concurred with Remus¡¯ predictions,¡± Sirius said, laughing a bit at the irony of the goblins agreeing with wizards. It only took the end of the world.¡°More than that,¡± Remus added, shoving Sirius¡¯ shoulder. ¡°I can see that they too are different. More feral, I guess, like they are more likely to start a fight than count money. It¡¯s like a blood lust is forming within them. That tells them that we need to prepare for the worst.¡±¡°Yeah, they¡¯re closing the bank at the first sign of trouble and going to ground, literally. So, I cleared mine and yours vaults. We¡¯ve been shopping all day,¡± Black said, patting a pocket on his jacket.¡°And these guys?¡± Harry asked, waving to the magicals quietly following them.¡°They¡¯re with us,¡± Remus said, smiling at the two he knew personally.¡°Yeah, they were doing the same shopping frenzy we were, so we decided to band together to find a place where we can survive,¡± Sirius added, putting his arm around his godson as they continued to walk. ¡°I talked to the goblins, and they set us up with a beauty. I¡¯ll explain more on that later,¡± he finished, shoving his hands in his pockets, like he didn¡¯t have a care in the world. That was just like Sirius, to think that the end of the world was just another day.¡°Besides shopping, we¡¯ve been warning who we can. That¡¯s one of the reasons we were so late coming to get you. I mean, it¡¯s going on nine o¡¯clock,¡± the werewolf said, looking at the sky as if to confirm his time.¡°The goblins, the werewolves, and a few rumors. All this shite points to the end of the world as we know it,¡± Sirius stated with a weird grin. Like he was looking forward to what was to come, yet not liking it at the same time ¡°We made plans, we just have to do some prep. We¡¯re out of here tomorrow night.¡±¡°The ¡®end of the world¡¯, really?¡± the skeptical boy asked, looking around like the reason for these guys¡¯ weird behavior would simply pop out of the woodwork.Strangely enough, it did.Harry¡¯s eyes widened when an ¡®Inferi¡¯ started shambling towards them. The thing looked burnt, dried out, and its arm was gone, one of its eyes was hanging from its socket. Its hair was dry and stringy, limply blowing in the wind and when the thing turned to them, it started shuffling their way. It reminded Harry of a scarecrow, only scarier.Sirius, being a quick thinker, blasted the thing in the chest. He grabbed Harry¡¯s shirt and started backing up. If he weren¡¯t so curious on what the hell it was, he¡¯d disappear right then. But they were eight to one, it should be okay.The thing stumbled back a few steps, as its guts spilled at its feet. But then, to the horror of the eight standing there, it just shuffled through them and kept coming. Its dead eyes fixed on them like they were the only thing it saw. Its mouth opened, showing jagged teeth and a black tongue. It was gross, and frightening.?Remus and the other¡¯s threw other curses, but nothing seemed to slow it down. They even hit it with a bone-breaking curse, but it just limped forward. No cry of pain, no recognition that it was hurt at all.Harry could have sworn he heard the Killing Curse being fired off. He saw the green light hit it dead in the chest, but nothing phased it. Harry was mortified that something like this existed. If there were more, then his dogfathers must be right, it was the end of the world. How did you fight something like this? It was already dead. ?Then Sirius set it on fire, but it just continued its walk towards them, flaming. Like a giant Roman Candle. There was no screaming of pain, or any noise of distress, just the sound of shuffling feet and the crackle of fire.Then it let out a low groan, like it had discovered food just out of its reach. The hair on Harry¡¯s neck rose at that noise. He would remember it for the rest of his life, he was sure. That and if there were more, then that would be the noise to listen for.The group of magicals were backing away from it, and they were ready to Disapparated. It seemed hopeless when Harry got an idea, he didn¡¯t know if it would work but he had to try. The loud bang started the magicals and echoed in the night. A few lights came on and a few were starting to open their windows. But the magicals didn¡¯t take their eyes off the creature in front of them. Harry¡¯s shot was true, he got it right between its eyes.The thing dropped.Sirius quickly doused the fire, and then grabbed Harry¡¯s arm and Disapparated. They didn¡¯t go far, only to the shopping district in Surrey. It was a few miles from where they had been, but there was work to be done this night.¡°The fuck?¡± Harry said, after catching his breath.¡°Yeah, that¡¯s what I¡¯ve heard rumor about,¡± the tall blond man next to Remus said as he straightened up and fixed his robes. There was a haunted look on everyone¡¯s face, like they now had proof of their fears and wish they hadn¡¯t.¡°That was not an Inferi,¡± the bald black man stated from his position next to Harry, looking around to make sure there weren¡¯t any more. ?¡°Is it magical?¡±¡°No, it¡¯s a muggle disease, as far as we know. A virus from what I¡¯ve heard. Though, it will affect us too, we think. Some say it started somewhere in the jungles of South America, but I¡¯m not sure. Anyway, as you saw, they are incredibly hard to kill. But, like young Harry did, you must get them in the head. It¡¯s the only way to stop them,¡± the still unnamed blond said as he started walking to the nearest restaurant. He held his wand in a ready position. The ¡®fight¡¯ they just had had him on edge.¡°Why didn¡¯t you then?¡± Harry asked, watching the man walk away.¡°I didn¡¯t have a clear shot,¡± the man answered, continuing on his way.¡°Wait, how do you know this?¡± the pink-haired girl asked.¡°It¡¯s unspeakable,¡± the man said, still walking.¡°Ah,¡± came the collective acknowledgement. That explained everything.¡°Why there? The restaurant, I mean,¡± a busty redhead asked while she fell into step with him. She too had her wand ready.¡°Best get the meat and frozen stuff cleared out. If this goes as bad as we think, the electricity is going to cut off soon and all that food will go to waste,¡± the blond said, waving his wand to the door, and hearing it click open.¡°Won¡¯t they just restock?¡± Harry asked, peering down the street and taking in the many restaurants lining it.¡°Probably, but what I take won¡¯t be wasted. So, I¡¯m going to put a statis charm on a bottomless bag and throw everything in the freezer in it. Probably the canned stuff too,¡± the blond added, pausing at the door.¡°Grab everything, or half of everything, but all the food. Who knows what we¡¯ll need later,¡± the black man ordered, finally moving from where he had stood. His face was a mask of confused determination. He now knew what he was up against, and next time would be quicker at the killing.¡°Yeah, you¡¯re probably right. We can do the whole district before morning. Then take a day to relax until the portkey activates,¡± the blond explained, pushing open the door with his hand, his wand shoulder high, just in case.¡°Or not, we¡¯ll see how the night pans out. We might have to do more tomorrow,¡± Sirius warned, getting nods from the rest of the group.The still unnamed redhead followed the blond, her wand at the ready. The two slowly entered the building but heard Harry¡¯s next words.¡°That is a really good idea,¡± the teen said, nodding along. ¡°Sirius, magic me up a bag or two, and I¡¯ll get the next joint. We should leave the grocery stores to everyone else. We¡¯ll just hit these and the fast-food places,¡± he added, turning to his godfather, who looked a bit confused. Harry figured Sirius didn¡¯t understand the part where the electricity would be down, but he decided now was not the time to explain it to him.¡°Sure,¡± Sirius said, doing as asked.Then Harry thought of shelter. If there was one thing he learned, living on the streets, it was food, water and shelter were imperative to surviving.¡°Hey, why don¡¯t you and Remus find a car lot, or something, and shrink it all down. Maybe an RV lot as well. We can use stuff like that to travel and as housing,¡± he said, unlocking the door of a deli, making sure his gun was handy. He wasn¡¯t going to be caught flatfooted again. ¡°Maybe when we¡¯re done here, we can hit the warehouse district.¡±¡°What¡¯s an RV?¡± Sirius asked. If he was going to steal one, he needed to know what it was.¡°I¡¯ll show him,¡± a pink-haired woman said, catching Sirius¡¯ and Remus¡¯ elbows and pulling them away.¡°I¡¯m going to hit that sporting goods store,¡± said the last unnamed person as they went to put words to action. ¡°Get all-weather gear, and stuff. Like you said, we might need shelter.¡±It took a better part of two hours to get the whole neighborhood cleared out. They left plenty of stuff for other survivors, but cleared out all the perishables, half the dining and cooking stuff, and most of the survival gear. They then went an did as Harry suggested and cleared the warehouses of half their merchandize.?They found everything you could dream of. Retailer warehouses were chuck full of everything one needed to survive, and a great deal of junk. They figured everything they could get their hands on might have a use, so they gutted half of it. It was a simple matter of ¡®Accio Half of Everything¡¯, then standing back and guiding and shrinking the rush of items into appropriate bags.Harry was surprised that worked, until Remus told him it was all about intent. They needed to think about what they wanted, keep it firm in their minds and then cast. Harry was a bit upset that this wasn¡¯t taught in school, though he facepalmed at the fact that he had been casting magic like that his entire childhood. It was only going to Hogwarts that got him out of that mindset. Another reason to hate the school and its headmaster.Everyone was amazed at all the stuff they were accumulating. Everything you could think of under the sun was flying into those bags. If they played it right, they would have power, food, fuel, and water. Everything they needed to be self-sufficient was there. Even stuff for growing, or feeding, food. Not to mention clothes, hygiene products, and other essentials that would come in handy later.They, of course, knew that magicals didn¡¯t need all this stuff, but if they were going to help people, like Sirius and Remus were hinting at, they¡¯d need stuff for non-magicals to survive on. That and having a solid item to work with, meant saving magical usage, that helped too. Magic was finite, after all. It wasn¡¯t an unending supply. If they could get away with little usage, it would make things easier in the long run.They would have to sit down and plan carefully, but Harry was getting excited that they might just survive what was coming.When all was said and done, the eight wizards were tired and magically exhausted. They Apparated to Sirius¡¯ house and collapsed on the nearest flat surface. Be it the floor, the table or the furniture, they just crumpled. Only to be woken up an hour later by the grumbling of the house elf in residence.Sirius took exception to this and stunned the blasted thing. They all fell back to sleep.
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Edited, 11/27/21

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