Walking Dead Wizard

Chapter 53

Nobody was in truth surprised when Harry appeared with the dog, which had been four days ago, they all knew he had one of the biggest hearts around but refused to show it. Harry would do absolutely anything for anyone - well the obvious except being if they were a danger to the group understandably. The only people he seemed to show just how much heart he had, was to Andre, Luke and Sophia, he was openly protective of them and actually showed he cared.

"We really need to name her," Carol said, absolutely smitten with the husky, the dog absolutely refused to leave Sophia's side. It was her she had taken to, while she had remained wary of everyone else. It made sense when Harry had revealed the potential answer, that the family she'd been with had a little girl roughly between the ages of eight to ten years old; he had admitted it was difficult to tell with the way the bodies decomposed.

"Too bad it's not a boy, Osiris would have been a good name," Harry said wryly.

"Osiris, another name from Egyptian mythology?" Dale enquired, his lips twitching, Harry definitely seemed to have quite a sense of humour.

"Yes, god of the underworld and afterlife," Harry confirmed, where he sat cleaning out his guns, Anubis was right next to him, as always.

"I thought that was what Anubis did?" Andrea asked blankly, staring up at him, her own gun cleaning forgotten momentarily.

"No, Anubis is the god of the dead, embalming, funerals and mourning ceremonies," Harry corrected her with a shrug, as he clipped his gun back together with practised ease. "Osiris was the brother and husband of Isis and father to Horus and Anubis." he'd had to do something to pass the time in Grimmauld Place, and reading had been one of the primarily things he'd done. Both Muggle and Wizarding literature.

"Such a lovely name, unfortunately those who have it wouldn't agree...at least before this all happened," Dale sighed solemnly, being bullied because you happened to share a name with a terrorist organization was just awful, or rather they had taken something beautiful and turned it wretched for their cause. In truth they were named after the goddess Isis, and the fact people insisted on bullying them was awful, it just amounted to another win for those people. Not something they would need to worry about anymore, no it was just walkers and people.

"I best get going, I have a class to teach," Carol said as she stood, wrapping her shawl around her, they wouldn't be able to sit outside the prison for much longer, not like this it was getting much too cold, even in the daytime. Her daughter wasn't in her little class; it was just Luke, Chloe and Patrick. Andre was still too young to be given anything sharp let alone a dagger and would remain so for a good long while.

"Good point, come on then, Sophia, Mira, time to get to it," Harry said standing himself, stretching languidly, he rolled up his little gun cleaning kit (a gift from Daryl), but left it where it was, there was just no point to going into the prison just to put it inside then come back out, it was a waste of time, added to the fact he wasn't going that far, just a mere five feet to get away from everyone who wasn't fighting. Wandering down to the fence, Sophia and Mira following, he turned and enquired.

"Daggers or swords?" Harry asked.

"Daggers today," Sophia said decisively, she'd been practising the swords for weeks now.

"Alright, and one thing, turn around," Harry ordered, and Sophia did a little confused at first. "Your hair is getting long, a bit too long and its getting in your way, it's best to wear it up. I'll try and find you some bands or something. For now you can have my spare one." with that Harry put Sophia's hair up. In truth he had just copied his; he didn't know how many he had lost over the course of the apocalypse. "There." he stated in satisfaction. Now it definitely wouldn't get in her way, when he'd first seen her it had been just a bob not even touching her chin, now it was passed her chin but not quite reaching her shoulders yet. She was growing up, but at least she was getting the chance. He shuddered to think what could have happened to her if he hadn't been there.