Walking Dead Wizard

Chapter 11

Jenner turned around slightly when he heard footsteps, he knew it probably wasn't Harry returning again, that boy knew how to be quiet; he'd gotten the fright of his life when he spoke an hour earlier. He found himself staring at Rick Grimes, the leader of this so called group, not much of one, he couldn't control his own people. He had heard Rick trying to control Shane, and he had failed spectacularly, not good form for a group trying to survive the apocalypse, they needed to trust each other, rely on each other and it was obvious this group didn't, not fully.

"How's the blood?" Rick asked, wandering over staggering slightly before sliding down at the end of the terminals staring at him, his bottle of wine sloshing noisily as he did so.

"No surprises," Jenner lied, Harry Potter's blood work could be the key in a cure being created against this virus, and his blood was unlike anything he'd ever seen before. The boy was unique, one of a kind, not just because of his blood either; there was just something about him that he couldn't put his finger on. He had revealed as much in the email he had sent with all his work before closing the terminals down. There was no point to wasting fuel, not when it was already dangerously low as it was. He'd had enough talking for one day, so he stood up and left room, a deep frown on his features not giving Rick a chance to speak. He'd been alone, cut off for months, so it was little wonder.

Rick watched him go his eyes tired too; he had simply wanted to thank the man for taking them in, for taking his family in.

Jenner was beginning to have doubts about his plan, the very plan he'd put into motion the second the shutters were put up. Should he warn them? Should he just go through with it? If the boys blood was part of the cure and he killed him he may very well be condemning the entire world. Jenner made his way back to his office where he sought out his wife's opinion, or rather asked the photo of his wife, who was long gone from this doomed world.

Regret, sadness and defeat and sheer deep haunted eyes set in a face that was aged prematurely as he sat down in his office.

Harry jerked awake, breathing deeply, sweat coating every line of his body, giving a shaky breath he sat up, flicking his wand to find out the time. Nodding grimly, due to the fact they didn't sleep late, ever, at the quarry drunk or not people would find themselves wakening up soon out of habit. All of them were probably suffering from quite the hangover. Self inflicted pain, they would find no sympathy from him, and despite his thoughts he opened his trunk, dug through it to find the potion that would help them. Hangover cure. It could be hidden in the orange juice and nobody would be any the wiser. Well they would be since they'd feel better too quickly but they'd pass it off, Muggles were ignorant of their surroundings and usually brushed what they saw off as something else.

Half an hour later he wandered into the dinning room that they'd used just yesterday evening and began to raid the cupboards with permission from Jenner of course. His hair was still wet from his shower, he hadn't been able to help himself, and the thought of a long warm shower after his nightmares had sounded so good. There was even bacon defrosting on the counter, he assumed Jenner had taken it out, whether it was out of date or not (only a few days) - didn't matter because it had been frozen, preserved.

He went about making a loaf of bread from scratch, his time of being nothing but a servant at the Dursley's had ensured Harry knew how to cook for himself. Once it was done, he put it in the oven to bake, then began preparing everything else. Pouring the potion into the large jug of orange juice, and put the kettle on so everyone could have something to drink like tea or coffee.

He was just wiping down the bunkers, looking at the sachet of powdered eggs as if it had offended him, when he heard the telltale patter of feet coming into the room.