Walking Dead Wizard

Chapter 31

Sighing softly, he gave the area another look around before determining that he had everything they needed from this room. He shrunk and returned his trunk to his pocket, closing the door he wandered back into the main room; he noticed Carol was fixing everyone a quick breakfast, while Andrea, Amy and Dale boxed everything in the kitchen. Leftover venison and beans, not the worst combination.

"How can you look so awake with only a few hours sleep?" Amy groused at Harry, looking jealous of how awake and aware Harry was compared to her.

Harry just chuckled as he hastily began eating his breakfast, his body was used to not getting a lot of sleep, and he was always the first one awake at Hogwarts. He had been the one who had to wake Ron up, which was bloody difficult, Ron hated getting up for classes, and slept for ages during the weekends. Merlin, Ron would have hated this he mused, a couple of months into the Horcrux hunt he'd been a moody shit, the lack of sleeping on a bed, lack of sleep full stop, sleeping in a tent and hardly any food had taken its toll on him. He'd been too sheltered, too used to the good stuff in life. Hell even Hermione had struggled but she'd never complained she'd known it was too important for that. Ron wouldn't have done well in this new world, not that he'd had a chance he thought sadly. Ron must have been called out to deal with the first of the non-magicals to reanimate; he'd been bitten himself and must have died. The authorities must have known this and they'd come to deal with him only to find Ron gone and his parents there, and they'd killed them, either due to panic or Ron had bitten them...either way Molly and Arthur hadn't deserved what happened to them. Worse still, Ginny had found them, and perhaps seen that nearly her entire family was dead due to the clock and decided to end her life? It didn't seem like something Ginny would do, she was so strong, she'd stood up to Death Eaters and Voldemort himself, but Ginny had loved her parents very much, he would never know what she'd been thinking.

"Harry? Harry?" Luna called for the fourth time, her striking blue eyes observing him, worry the most prominent emotion on her face. She never once moved to touch him; it was never a good idea to do that. She'd sent the others to get everything into the vans. "HARRY!"

"How long has he been doing that?" Merle asked.

"Since he was seventeen," Luna sighed, "You don't seem surprised...has it been happening a lot? Did you touch him?"

Merle snorted, "No, I ain't stupid I knew better than to do that," he answered, "Usually I leave him alone or Daryl shouts to get him outta it."

Luna nodded, realizing that Merle hadn't told him how often it happened.

"We have to go, come on, Harry," Luna called out, she knew the second he came out of it, he stiffened further before relaxing, blinking at them blankly before his face took on a sheepish apologetic look. "It's time to go."

Harry shook his head, he needed to stop doing that, getting caught up in the past, and it was going to get him killed one of these days. Standing up he nodded grimly to Luna and the Dixons before wandering over to his little section of the room, behind the couch, grabbing his bag and compound bow. "Let's get to it." knowing it was going to be a long, long day. Thankfully he had slept for a few hours without even wakening up once. Thankfully neither Luna nor Merle or Daryl asked about it, all of them were used to him doing it by now.

"Has everyone checked we haven't left anything?" Harry called out from where he stood at the doorway.

"Everything's packed," Dale nodded, as he slid his hat on. "I had everything away before we began searching the house."

Harry nodded, idly noticing that Dale had one of the shirts on that they'd found yesterday. He'd looked at the map, and judging by how far they'd gotten yesterday he suspected they'd get the prison today or close enough at any rate. He sincerely hoped that there weren't too many pile ups, it was frustrating but admittedly rewarding, not all of the cars had anything of use, but one in ten actually did. They'd already been picked or whoever was in them had taken the more important things out and tried to make it on foot - which Harry suspected was more than probably the case. He, Merle and Daryl would have done the same if they hadn't decided to head to the quarry.