38A/N: He knew cruelty, had been foisted upon it from the time he was a child. However, he has altered himself horribly from the young "hero" he had been in his past life. Meet Harry Potter, now one Phillip/Brian (tv version not comics) Blake, the Governor. Trapped in a hellish world, sometimes you become the monster yourself.
Master of death Harry/Psychopath Harry. I don't know how long this will even be. I just know one thing: that Harry attracts danger and misfortune only close to Sam and Dean. Alternate universe, obviously.
i have watched up to season 4 of walking dead and i cannot stop and will not stop. Also with all those savior complexes being pushed onto him doesn't it make sense he would become a psychopath of some sort? Seriously? No rebounds? None at all?
At least Subaru Natsuki deals with shit realistically. Harry, Izuku...come on these guys lived shitty lives. Should have had some mental damage done to them.
Also, I want to do a villainous Izuku but I have no idea if anyone would want it.
(I think this will cover almost all of season 3-4 and his eventual downfall, too.)
btw I need you guys' opinions, I'm trying to get my mother to watch the Walking Dead. I need her to suffer alongside me. If she loves Supernatural, will she love the Walking Dead, too?
Part 1: The apocalypse
Once, he had been a savior. Once, he had been entrusted with saving the lives of millions of people who depended on him, needed him, and wanted him to die for them. They had worshiped him, revered him, even called him the child who survived death where there had been no hope of coming back from it.
However, of course that came with a price. Of course there always had been, for Harry James Potter. Life could never be gentle for just one moment, without letting him suffer in the process. It was the kind heart of destiny, he always said.
When he did die, he died screaming. It was a simple, fucking heart attack, who gets taken down by that? Not him.
Not him, the fucking boy-who-lived.
Unfortunately, he died.
But, he came back, as a boy named Phillip Blake.
At first, he wasn't too fond of the name.
Phillip, so, so different from Harry.
(Phillip was well liked, Harry was not, Phillip was adored by everyone and Harry was everyone's downfall. Phillip got whatever he wanted. Harry never got a thing.)
He was so used to being called Harry, and then having blue eyes, not green? That was hard to get used to. However, no more odd stares. No more whispers. No more being someone extraordinary.
At first, it was fun.
But then he just got bored.
And when he got bored, he would make things fun. Phillip discovered he had a lack of empathy rather early on, maybe from the time he had tricked the teacher into giving him correct points on something that wasn't his, or the time he plotted to but did not destroy the school. Public school made going to Hogwarts seem like a joke by comparison.
Then, he was an adult, and he met a woman, the most wonderful woman in the world. He got married and his suddenly boring new life was now intriguing and fun. Then, she had a child.
He was now the daughter of a beautiful girl named Penny. She was the sweetest girl anyone could ever hope to have.
For ten years, things were good. And then...it all went to hell.
He dropped the phone, his hands shaking. His wife was dead.
How the fuck could she be dead-a car crash was what killed her.
Once again, whoever was up there loved stealing his loved ones from him, one by one.
Sirius, Remus, Tonks, Fred, Dobby, Hedwig, his parents, and now his wife.
How was he going to explain all of this to Penny-
"Daddy, where's Mommy?"
Thank god, she was still here, still alive.
All he could do was embrace her and let the tears fall as he told her that mommy went to heaven.
Too blissfully early for all the real pain to start, he later thought bitterly.
Then, they came. The disgusting walkers.
The biters, the flesh-eaters.
The fucking apocalypse actually came to him now, and man did it make old Tom seem like nothing more than a bad joke.
There was nowhere to run. There was goddamned nowhere to hide.
Sooner or later, you would either become one or else die, being ripped apart by those creatures or killed by other humans.
He'd seen the terror on television, as frightened newscasters watched as one of their own was swarmed with former people surrounding him and biting into his flesh, as he screamed in fear and anguish. The things came from absolutely everywhere and there was nowhere to run. These were not the slow-moving zombies he had grown up watching.
"Daddy, what do we do?" Penny looked up at him, clutching her stuffed animal close to her as he started packing for them to go on the run.
They wound up having to do that sooner rather than later, as bloodcurdling screams from the house next door told them that they were coming.
Everyone was running, trying to get away, but there were just too damned many of them.
He and Penny ran and ran and ran, into center after center, group after group.
However, one day, he was too late.
Too late to save his little girl.
They got her first, bit her neck while she was waiting for him to come back.
Watching her shake and scream was the worst pang of agony he had felt in a while. He hadn't felt things in a very, very long time.
He ran to her side, but still, he knew that she was going to turn.
"Daddy...I love you..." Penny whispered to him.
He watched as she left and it came.
It, which took the form of Penny but was not her.
It, which snarled at him, failed to recognize her name, tried to bite him and scratch him and merely shrieked, screamed and growled instead of talking.
It, which he had to lock away inside a goddamned cage-why didn't he kill it?
He had tried a million times, but every time he pointed a gun at it, he thought of the way he had been treated by his "family" in the past and vowed to not be the same as them.
If only there was a place people could feel safe again.
A place like his old home.
A place that he could create.
Unlike his old life, in this one, he could get results. He could get things done. (There was no old man manipulating the strings).
He would build a safe place, a safe space from these "walkers".
He would be their savior. He would protect them and do whatever was necessary to keep these walkers out-and to save whatever was left of humanity.
The name of the town would be "Woodbury."
"We are going to restart our lives here, as normal citizens, before the biters took it all away. Who's with me?" He announced.
The people all cheered and accepted him as their leader-no, as their governor.
This was it.
This was how he was going to save everyone again.
Only this time, there would be no hero. There was only the Governor and his town of Woodbury.
He would defend it without fail.
Even if he had to kill to do so.
