30 Prompt Stories
Prompt 11; Afterlife
-Afterlife-
Categories: Harry Potter, The Walking Dead
Pairing: None
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, The Walking Dead, or any of the characters associated with the books/movies or television show and I never have and never will make any money from the writing of this story.
Prompt: Prompt table B: 30 Prompts. Prompt 11; Afterlife.
AN: I'm doing things a little different with this prompt. I used a random fandom generator (http://www.generatorland.com/usergenerator.aspx?id=4052) to pick the other fandom for this prompt.
-Afterlife-
“What's on your mind, half pint?” Daryl Dixon asked as he walked up into the guard tower while taking a drag from his cigarette.
“I hate when you call me that.” Harry said with a scowl.
“Yeah yeah yeah, I've heard that. So what's got you up here when you should be sleeping.”
“Just thinking and wondering. Thinking that no one shambling about out there thought that they'd turn into a rotting corpse hungry for flesh once they entered the afterlife.” Harry said with a shrug.
“I may not be a well educated man, but that's not it. What else is bugging you? Do I gotta try to get you drunk to talk about it?”
“I don't drink.”
“And I don't do these emotional chats, but I am now so humor me.” Daryl said with a shrug.
Sighing, Harry tilted his head back and looked outside at the dark sky. “Wondering whats happened to my friends back home and if I'll ever get over there to check on them. If there's even a home to get back to. I've used magic and told you Muggles about it and I haven't heard anything about it from the Ministry. I wonder if they even knew what was happening or if they've all been wiped out and I'm wasting my time trying to get back.”
“I guess all you can do is hope for the best and plan for the worst.”
“I think I have planned for the worst. I think I'm just afraid of having to kill them because they're walkers.”
Patting him on the shoulder, Daryl said, “If it's any consolation and they're anything like you they're gonna be just fine because they're too stubborn to let any walker take a chop out of them.”
Smiling, knowing that was true, Harry felt a little better.
“I suppose you're right. Now I just have to find a way to get there since all of the floo networks have been closed.”
“I'm sure you'll figure that out. Now out of my guard tower while I'm on my shift. All this emotional talking has me itching to shoot something.”
Snorting, Harry gathered up his things and headed for the door, stopping for a moment to say, “Thanks, Daryl I need that talk.”
“No problem half pint.” Daryl called after him.
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