Walking Dead Wizard

Chapter 67

 It didn't take much for looking for Daryl to find Harry; he was sitting amongst the debris of what had been the prison wall. He knew magic had a hand in stopping the shell before it came into contact with the building; the damage wasn't severe enough for the tank to have been working at full capacity. If it had been the damage would have gone through and through. He'd seen a sniper rifle round go further than the blast from the tank had. It was quite impressive what magic was capable, although nothing had yet to beat the fire spell Harry had used a few times, it was magnificent, he could feel the charge in the air when he use it. Although the tank explosion definitely took second place, he was glad he had looked over just as the magic shot out of Harry's wand and shredded the metal to smithereens.

Daryl made his way over, stepping over the debris and sitting directly behind Harry, who glanced at him in surprise, his green eyes were duller than he'd ever seen them and Daryl found he didn't like it at all. He shouldn't be so damn caring about what everyone else thought, if they didn't come, didn't accept magic then that was on them, you'd think he'd know he couldn't save everyone...well he did, he just cared too much about saving those he could. He would say it also had something to do with his upbringing. He had almost lost Harry, and he was still reeling from that, uncaring of what anyone thought anymore, not even his own brother, he wrapped his arms around Harry, who leaned into him with a sigh.

Sensing that Harry was still confused at the turn of events, he murmured quietly, "They know," at least anyone with a brain probably did, and it wouldn't surprise Daryl if some of the idiots in there didn't comprehend it.

"What?!" Harry said a little loudly, "What do you mean they know?" how could they?

"You were dying," Daryl stated sharply, his voice showing just how shaken up he was, "I kissed you, doubt anyone cares, magic is probably the bigger secret they sorta latched onto."

"Go figure you'd do it while I was unconscious!" Harry sighed shaking his head; "Now I wont get to see anyone's reaction." he teased him, handing over the lighter and smokes.

Daryl scoffed out a laugh, accepting the smokes he sparked one up, noticing Merle and Luna from the corner of his eye, she must realize they needed time to themselves and he was grateful for that. Not that they'd get much time on their own, they'd be bothered before too long, but he would make sure they took a few days to themselves once they got to the Fort. They'd need it, especially sleep before they got back into a normal routine again.

"I couldn't let anything happen to Sophia," Harry said softy, feeling guilty for what Daryl had gone through, it had obviously shaken him, enough that it showed in his voice, now that rarely happened. The last time he'd heard it was when Merle had been left on that bloody roof as walker bait. "I still don't know why or how she ended up on the outside of the prison gates." a frown appearing on his face as he realized it for the first time.

"Had a gun on her, forced her to come out," Daryl informed him a dark scowl appearing on his face. "Says they'd shoot her,"

"Ah, well I suppose that makes sense," Harry nodded, enjoying the feeling of Daryl hugging him, the last time they'd done anything like this it had been the other way around. He was slowly getting used to being attentive to him, in a physical way, since Daryl did pay attention, to absolutely everything. It meant the world to him that Daryl was gaining the confidence to touch him, although the fact he was doing it in public did blow his mind. It took his mind of everything that had happened however temporarily the respite was. He knew he would have to go back in there and face the music, the endless questions once the shock had really worn off.

"Stop worrying about it," Daryl grunted, "They don't deserve you or your protection if they can't accept you for who you are." sensing the inner conflict. It irked him rotten to see it; it wasn't something he was used to seeing from Harry. He was always confident, self assured, to see him so worried about it annoyed him and set him on edge. He and Merle had been in a whirlwind of Harry's magic before, after they gave him the drugs to ease the pain, and they hadn't turned their backs on him, just backed away until he woke up and the magic stopped. They hadn't even known him then, he'd just been a stranger, if anyone had a right to judge it had been them right there and then. Despite knowing magic, Harry had never actually gone on to explain it the way he had (not until after the quarry) to the others, they'd just accepted it, asking a few questions about it here and there usually after seeing him using magic to protect everyone and get them out of trouble - or away from groups of scavengers, all that before the quarry. Then when Shane and the others came he stopped using it openly, not trusting them, that had made Merle incredibly smug. That an educated Brit would trust 'rednecks' over normal suburban folk.